I was new to town and fresh out of a long-term relationship. I made a Tinder to see the new city and just tried it. I wasn't even thinking of actually meeting anyone there. But there he was. The non-local. I had gotten messages right off the bat from others being like "Come over tonight" and instantly would delete them. But he was smooth.

There was the standard conversation and before I knew it a night in a hotel room the conversation switched from "Are you watching the soccer game on TV" to I was redownloading my Snap.

I hadn't felt this feeling in such a long time. It had been almost a year of not even having sex. My fingers were ready for a break. As the days went on, the conversations turned juicier and juicier. I was living with family for a little and the nightly conversations were getting steamier every night. Finally, the non-local had asked to hang out. We planned to go mini golfing and to get ice cream.

My shyness was coming out. But I wasn't ready for the night to end when we sat and talked. It was still early. So I recommended we should hang out. He offered his place and it was a short distance away. When we got there, it was time. I knew in my head what I wanted. Those nightly conversations needed to happen. I wanted him to act on what he had been saying. But who was making the first move?

We sat on his couch and I made a joke about whether or not he was going to kiss me yet. Well, that's all it took for a make-out session on his living room couch. It was better than I had thought. I wasn't sure if I was ready to go all the way that night, but I knew if he could kiss that well, I was going to be craving more.

We left the living room and ended up in his bedroom where even though we had just met, my shirt was off and I was naked from the waist up in his bed. Our bodies were together until I stopped us and told him "I don't want to have sex tonight" to which he was fine with.

We knew it was going to happen. We explored more and more until we both decided it was time for me to go home as it was getting late.

After that, the conversations were progressing, the photos were experimenting and I was starting to feel ready. I realized how as much as I had been in a long-term relationship, I hadn't experimented. I had never used a sex toy and here the non-local was about to use a vibrator on me for the first-ever time. I was nervous.

I was at home a few nights after our first night and sent him a message. "I want to have sex with you already." I was ready. He had been at work which was my favorite time to send those types of messages. It had only been a few days but I wanted it. I wanted to have him slide inside of me. I wanted to act on it. I was craving it so badly.

He had told me to come over the next night. "I'm going to shower, I want you to be naked in my bed when I get out." Instant soaked. I had gone to a family reunion that day and had a glass or two of wine before going over. We walked into his room and he stepped into the shower and I was alone in his room.

I took off my clothes even folding them nicely and hid my underwear so he wouldn't see them even though he was about to be inside of me. He got out of the shower and walked into the room naked and I was ready.

God his body was dripping from the shower, but my pussy was dripping from the thought of him inside me. I pulled him in to kiss me because I needed him on me. He explored my body and was in between my thighs before I could stop him. I was nervous. I had never really had anyone go down on me.... Yes. But god. His tongue.

I was moaning and was worried that anyone could hear. But then he slid inside of me. I was tight. I was basically a born again virgin. It had been over a year and he took it slow. He flipped me over and took me from behind and I lost all control. The moans grew louder. He was spanking my ass. He was pulling my hair. God. He was in control.

I had my life so together and loved having control over my life, but with him in the bedroom, he was in control. I was even calling him daddy in bed. I had joked about that always but with him, he was the master in the bedroom. As he was finishing and leaving my ass marked with his print, I told him to cum all over my face. Mark me.

After that night, I was hungry for him. Our talks grew steamier again. While he was at work, I always went into the bathroom at his job and would send naked photos even though the bathroom was full. It was just him and I knowing that in the stall I was taking a naked photo for him.

One night he was at work and I happened to be there, I was making sure he knew that I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to tie me up. Blindfold me. Use me however you want. And I was growing soaked. He was working and I was with my family, but only we knew what was going on.

He left work and I instantly went over. He had the ties ready. I got into his bed naked and he tied me up and blindfolded me. My body was his to use. He took his time, marked me up, and I was a good girl for him. I went from not having sex for a year to craving his cock on the daily. I was needy for it. And he was ready to toss me around and take out his day on me.

I hadn't known him long, but I wanted him to use my body. God. He used the vibrator on me. I couldn't help but scream out how good it felt. I begged him to leave me hickeys all over my boobs. I would feel the pain from the spanks the following day, but I didn't care. I wanted to be his toy. I wanted to try out everything with him. But every time he was inside me, I craved him to cum all over my face.

I wanted him to paint my face with his cum. I wanted to clean his cock and feel his body twitch. Every time we had sex, it continued to intensify. I stopped caring what his neighbors would think. I was moaning for him. Begging him to fuck me harder. At that moment, it was just us. His cock needed to be the deepest it could be inside of me.

We would finish fucking and end up on the couch where I would reach for his cock right away. I didn't care if we had just fucked. I wanted more and more. I wanted to taste him more. I couldn't get enough. I was hungry for him all the time. I wanted to swallow his cum often. He would never fight it. He would lay back and let me take what I wanted even if he knew it was getting late.

I needed a little bit more of his cock before I left and then I would go home and turn on the tv to a moderate volume and end up with my fingers inside of me thinking of the next time I would see him.

So if you're ever wondering if you should swipe right, you may be right.