Hi fellow heathens! I just wanted to add two quick notes about this confession. 1. This story itself is true; however, 2. I used to write a good bit of erotica, but writer’s block has really been holding me back recently. I decided to try and get my creativity back by writing a story about something that actually happened to me, instead of attempting to imagine fictional characters and events. I am considering writing more confessions in this style until I can make a comeback and complete some of my halfway finished fictional pieces.. Let me know if this is okay for the sub, and if you would like to read more. 🩷

Despite me being socially quite shy, I’m actually pretty free sexually and open to a lot of things once I’m comfortable with a partner. That being said, I’m absolutely not a hook-up type of girlie, and even outside of a romantic relationship; I definitely prefer more consistent, long-term partners. This story occurred after a breakup; it was recent enough that I wasn’t looking for another relationship, but it had been enough time without sex, that I was really climbing the walls.

I did as many desperate folks in my situation do, and I downloaded Tinder. I met a guy, Nick, on the app and we immediately hit it off. After some days of chatting, we decided to exchange contact info. We ended up making plans to meet up several times, to which I usually would get anxiety and rain check. Bless him, because I did this over the course of a few months. We remained in contact though, and eventually Nick invited me over to his place for drinks one night. I initially was very nervous about meeting up, especially for the first time at his place. But I decided to go for it and I headed over.

When I got there, he met me at my car and welcomed me in his home with a big hug and a glass of white wine. We sat on the couch watching a basketball game. We drank and talked about anything from our favorite sports and teams, to video games, to travel spots. We got comfortable with each other quickly - my crossed leg resting on his, or his hand on my thigh, or my head resting on his shoulder. We talked and laughed for a while, when he suddenly stopped and just stared at me.

We had just been laughing a moment ago, and now he suddenly looked so serious and intense. I asked him what was wrong, and he sighed before responding, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to eat your pussy”. I can’t even tell you what exactly came over me, especially on a first meeting like this. But I just held his gaze and replied back, “So why don’t you?”

No sooner had the question left my mouth, he was pulling off his shirt and pulled me into him for one of the most passionate first kisses I’ve ever had. His lips were electric and I returned the same feral intensity. His hands went from being wrapped around my back, to running down my sides as he pulled my shirt over my head and off of me. His hands were immediately back on my body, pulling me deeper into our kiss. I moaned into his mouth as he squeezed my breasts, playing with my sensitive nipples over my lace bra.

He pulled my leggings down over my hips and off my legs, before he got down on the floor in front of me. He put my legs over his shoulders and pulled my thong to one side as he absolutely devoured me. His tongue and lips expertly worked on every inch of my pussy. He sucked the pleasure out of my clit like it was a straw. He lapped at my bud with the tip of his tongue and I held onto his head while I ground my pussy into his face. Between his firm licks, gentle nibbles and heavenly fingers working feverishly inside of me, it didn’t take long for me to cum all over his face, beard and fingers.

I tapped his head, begging him to stop, but he kept going and I just kept cumming. It seemed like forever before he eased up the abuse of my overstimulated clit. He pulled his wet fingers out of my dripping pussy before feeding them to me. He held eye contact with me as I cleaned off his fingers. He kissed me and said, “See how good you taste, babe?”

That was all it took. I pulled his pants and boxers down before pushing him onto the couch. It was my turn to return the favor. I kissed my way from his lips, tasting myself. I made my way to his neck and down his chest, nibbling and biting gently as I went. I traced the lines of his abs with my tongue and ignored his pre-cum leaking dick as I continued kissing down his thighs as he played in my hair. Once I was on my knees between his legs, I slowly licked up from his taint to his heavy balls. I licked each one before pulling them into my mouth and rolling them over my wet tongue. His moans were more intoxicating than the wine. I teased him until he couldn’t keep still any longer. I licked up his dick from the base to the tip as his hips jerked off the couch. I started slowly teasing and sucking his dick, but he had other plans and grabbed my head before roughly fucking my face.

Nick held me there and used my mouth and throat to stroke his dick. He held my head while our eyes stayed glued on each other, and he slapped my face. I had tears and spit running down my face as I choked and gagged on him. He told me how much he liked how messy I was being, how good my mouth felt, and what a good slut I was. He told me how beautiful I looked with his dick in my mouth like that, and how good of a job I was doing taking it. I was so turned on by everything, all I could do was nod my head and mumble “Mhmm..” around the thick dick in my mouth.

When he told me to get up and ride him, I slowly lowered my pussy onto his dick and I rode him while he continued his dirty talk; telling me how good and how wet my tight pussy was, telling me to take it all and fuck him back harder. Nick immediately took advantage of me being on top. He held my hips, pulling me down into his pelvis harder and faster. He spit on his finger and reached between us to rub my clit. He leaned forward to suck on each nipple in turn while he pinched and rolled the other between his fingers. Nick wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into his chest, as his other arm snaked behind my back to shove two of his saliva wet fingers into my tight asshole. He told me to cum all over his dick.

“Don’t you want to be a good girl for me?”

It was like a switch flipped in my head and I began to lose all conscious thought. I felt like I was watching myself, as opposed to having any control over my actions. I had no other thoughts or feelings other than the pleasure he was giving me, and the pleasure I wanted to give back to him. I was nothing more than a brainless fuck toy, serving no other function than to please him and be a good plaything.

I quickly felt that familiar sensation enveloping my body as I rode both his dick and fingers, grinding down into both. His mouth still attacking my nipples, my back arched and my head rolled back as every nerve ending in me lit up like the 4th of July night sky. My whole body tensed up and I cried out and clung to him for dear life. I kept grinding onto him as I shook with the aftermath.

Once I was able to start riding again, there was a familiar noise accompanying my movements. The sound of a kid splashing their boots in a puddle on a rainy day. I didn’t come out of my trance, but I could look down and see a huge puddle on his pelvis and even pooling in his belly button. My thighs and his hips were soaked. I remember thinking that it was weird, but I couldn’t focus enough to understand what happened. Until he said, “Are you gonna squirt on this dick again?”

Again?? I can’t squirt.. or at least, I’ve never done it before. My brain dismissed the thought like a classroom chalkboard being wiped clean. I ride and give myself another two orgasms using his dick. After I recover from the second, he picks me up and takes me to his bed, putting me on my knees and pushing my face and shoulders into the mattress. Nick stands on the floor behind me, and he pushes into me, pounding my pussy until I’m crying out and shaking. He fucks the last remaining thoughts and braincells out of me. He uses my body until he can’t hold back anymore and he erupts all over my ass.

He gets in bed with me and pulls me onto his chest, where I lay and recover as he plants kisses on my forehead and cheeks. He tells how much he’s proud of me, and how my moans turned him on. He stroked my hair and told me that he’s so happy I came over, and what a good job I did being his slut. He gently rubs my arms as I very slowly start to make the transition from mindless whore back to myself. Eventually when I’m able to stand again with some help, I walk out and I get to see just how big the puddle is. I’ve cum all over an entire section of his poor leather couch and the floor. My brain is still restarting as he grabs some supplies to clean up me and my mess. I can only so “Oh my god,” as he laughs.

We were both completely insatiable and ended up going multiple rounds, finishing up after about four hours. I went home exhausted and well fucked.

Do you think I should call him?