TLDR; We fucked to Die Hard

Dawn of the First Day – 72 Hours Remain

It was a chilly Saturday morning and I was browsing the classifieds on r4rtoronto after a chest workout when I stumbled upon an enticing [F4M] post. This redditor was bored, in fact she was very bored and looking to get dicked down to stay warm with a strict preference for East Asians. I swiftly glanced at the back of my hand to confirm I met her requirement, then promptly sent her a DM. To my surprise and delight she responded within a few hours and caught me returning home after running errands. I was starting to get hungry, for food, not just pussy, so I invited her to join me for lunch as I intended to hit up Raku to slurp on my second favourite kind of noods – udon. Sadly she turned me down as she had some work she needed to finish but teased that if things panned out, she’d be interested in slurping me down. Needless to say that message not only lifted my spirits, but my cock too.

I spent most of my day out, street exploration, I always wanted to check out the Well once it properly opened up and the Waterworks Food Hall. What can I say? I like to travel for food amongst other things ;) I checked my phone from time to time, but sadly there was no return message. I got home pretty late and fashioned myself a quick dinner before glancing in my chats one last time. To my dismay there was no reply so I shot her a quick check-in then went to bed.

Dawn of the Second Day – 48 Hours Remain

I woke up early per usual, and still no answer. I must admit, my spirits did sink a bit, but such is the life of searching for a connection on r4rtoronto, so I went on with my plan for the day. It was back day, my favourite day, and that was reason enough to get my spirits up. Sundays are also typically my family day, probably a better reason to get my spirits up, but sometimes it’s hard to choose between family and pussy – a real Sophie’s choice, especially for a single man like myself. But you let me know. I had ventured uptown to meet with the family when what should happen, but a message chimed in. How timely. Turned out the redditor had not forgotten about me, but had been working late into the night. After a quick exchange, we agreed that we’d meet in the evening after our days were done.

It was a full day for me and by the time I returned home there were no notifications. I figured I’d shoot her one last message and if nothing happened then I’d leave it at that. I usually go harder with my weekend workouts since I prefer a pre-work gym visit during the week and am limited by time. As one would expect by Sunday evening after my weekly meal prep, I was très fatigué, so I dozed off.

Dawn of the Third Day – 24 Hours Remain

Big mistake as I woke up to a message that came in a few hours after I fell asleep. Turned out she had once again been working late into the night, but was down for some mischief. Sadly I did not have a magic ocarina that could wind back time. A part of me did suspect nothing would come of this or maybe she was simply stringing me along, but being extremely parched, I decided to ask if tonight (Monday night) would be a possibility then dragged myself to the gym for my morning leg day routine. I was at work when she replied. To my shock and surprise she dubbed me “Mr. Flake” and that this would be my last chance. I smirked at her ploy to pin it on me, channeled my inner Stifler and retorted that it was “On like Donkey Kong” and asked what time. It became difficult to hide my heightened excitement at work and fortunately it was busy enough for the day to pass quickly, no ocarina required.

I was leaving work when she answered again, she was down to meet after hours. I shot back that I was done and on my way home and could meet up imminently. To which she asked if I was going to shower and freshen up for her first because she would. Slightly amused by her tact, I told her straight up that in my line of work the first thing I do after a full day is shower when I get home, to which she replied with a smile emoticon. Precious. We agreed to meet in the evening after dinner, at eight. She would host. When I inquired where, I was surprised to find out she wanted to meet at a hotel downtown where she was staying, to which I was more than happy to oblige. I had been operating under the pretense that she lived downtown like myself and not an out of towner. Her last messages were to bring condoms and an inquiry as to what kind of background I had; to which I gave further clarification. Satisfied by my response she informed me which hotel she was at and a meeting point. I then asked her what name I should refer to her as. Her answer? “Bitch.” I smirked for a second time and fired back to ask if she wanted it rough that night, to which she parried perfectly with, “Guess you’ll have to find out, Mr. Flake.”

I took the subway, it would be a short ride and a few minutes’ walk to my destination. When I arrived at my stop, another message rang in. “I’m ready. Come, come, my Chinese sausage. I’m cold.” Fuck, I didn’t walk, I ran. I waited outside the agreed upon Starbucks. I waited and waited some more before I turned my head to see a tasty 5’1 treat eyeing me from the left. I guess I forgot to check my blind spot, good thing I wasn’t driving. I raised an eyebrow cautiously and asked, “Bitch?” She nodded with a coy look and an approvingly hungry smile; looked me up and down one more time and tilted her head gesturing for me to follow.

We got into the elevator and headed up to her suite. It was a quiet ride. I could tell she was nervous, but so was I – this was my first r4r hookup. Being upfront, I told her that I’d come in with two kidneys and I sure as hell would like to leave with both of ‘em. Fortunately my gambit broke the ice and eased her apprehensiveness as we entered her room. We both took off our shoes and headed into the bedroom. She offered me a beverage before we began, to which I politely declined just in case her goal was indeed to rob me of my kidneys. Her TV was running Die Hard and she went for the remote to turn down the volume. She looked over to me and asked if it was ok to leave the movie running to which I had no issues with. Die Hard is a great movie.

We quietly faced each other and she blushed when I smiled. She smelled great, a spicy gourmand perfect for the season. I grabbed her waist with my left hand and invited her to place her hands on my shoulders with my right. With her arms clasped around my neck, she cautiously nuzzled me and sniffed the cologne I wore and worked her hands down to my biceps. She leaned in and whispered what I had gleaned earlier, but I assured her we’d take it slow and to relax. We were going to enjoy ourselves. I intently moved my hands from her waist to her ass. Voluptuous, I gave it a firm squeeze eliciting a furtive smile from her. “Nice,” I said before sliding my right hand into her back pocket to get another good grope. She moaned softly. Her attention was still on my biceps, her thumbs rolling over each brachial artery, back and forth, back and forth. “You too,” she mused staring at me with her doe-like eyes. I accepted her invitation and moved in for the first kiss. We kissed and kissed hard. Within seconds she bit at my lower lip. I bit her upper lip in response. We were both hungry and our appetites were voracious.

I pressed my forehead firmly against hers and leaned over to whisper, “Ready?” She eagerly nodded, her enthusiasm spurring me on. I lifted her up and she intuitively wrapped her legs around my waist, we continued to make out as I walked her to the bed. Good thing I never skip leg day. We both got on the bed and immediately tore into each other with her mouth attaching itself to my neck and her hands going directly for my belt. I undid the buttons of my jeans and shimmied them off then helped her slip out of her sweater revealing her shapely figure. She pulled my shirt off and tossed it across the room, then ran her hands over my bare chest. We went back at it, our vigorous motions fulfilling the promise of keeping each other warm. Once more she went for my neck and instinctively I went for the jugular, well her bra’s jugular to be more specific. She had pinned my left arm down to access my neck and while I vanquished any theories on whether or not she was a vampire, I deftly pinched the clasp of her bra with my right hand, twisted and let her bra snap loose. Achievement unlocked. Marvelous, her tits were bountiful and she moaned at the attention I gave each one. I started with the right one as I usually do; teasing gently with my thumbs at first, adding my index for tweaking and then treating them to my mouth and tongue. Wax on, wax off.

Moments passed, positions passed as we savoured each other in a rhythmic tempo of foreplay until she started rubbing her clit against my awakened boner. I could feel her wetness soak into my boxers and onto my eager member. The mere whiff of its meal and my cock was pulsing steadily against the wet cloth eager to break out for a real taste. I reached over to grab a condom from my jean pocket while she removed her panties and helped me slip my underwear off. She gently rode the length of my cock teasing it with a taste of what was to come. Each glide letting her juices flow and smooth her ride. I slipped the condom on and my cock entered its rightful place. She moaned and dug her nails into my chest. Her warmth and tightness enveloped me and the pain from her nails faded into bliss. I groaned in kind then started to thrust into her slowly before she came back down toward me and went for my neck again. I brought both my arms around her, my right hand moving up to feel her upper back and my left downward to slap her ass and dictate rhythm. She bit my ear and filled it with the sounds of her pleasure and moments of reprieve between them. I savored the feedback. Seconds later, she moved to my other ear and mouthed quietly, “Let me ride.” I decided to be generous and acquiesced, she pushed her palms into my chest and gave me a full view of her gorgeous body as she rode me. She rode and rode and soon without warning, I felt a sudden tension. Quivers at first, then her legs began to shiver and she gently moaned a sorry. I understood and obliged, “Its ok, come for me.” And she did. She fell forward with her hair draped over my face drowning me in her scent – it was intoxicating, and then she apologized again. Cute. I simply smiled and using my left hand to gently wrap around her neck, I pulled her closer. “Now it’s my turn,” I whispered into her ear. She nodded and murmured in agreement. Keeping my hold on her neck, I used my right hand to support her waist and rolled her over all the while staying inside her. King-sized bed. A slight adjustment and I began to fuck her in missionary. She was still flush from her orgasm earlier and the rhythm of my thrusts was keeping the momentum going. It wasn’t long before I could hear her sopping wetness return and felt her hands tighten around my back, her nails digging in as they did my chest earlier. I knew she was close, and I was too. Her face was endearing, cheeks flushed with pleasure. My hands formed into fists and dug firmly into the mattress, I pushed my forehead against hers again and locked eyes. “I’m coming, Bitch…” This time she simply nodded. We both climaxed, surrendering to euphoria. I slumped onto her satisfied.

Afterwards, while she rested her head on my chest; we engaged in some light banter getting to know one another. We laughed, joked as she caressed my right side, tracing a spot with her nails and asked me if that’s where my kidney was. I placed my hand over hers and showed her anatomically it was closer to my back to which she replied “Good to know… for the future.” I even indulged in a beverage. Before long she felt feisty again and reached beneath the covers to play. I reciprocated in kind and showed her why it’s important to max out your dexterity stats in your fingers. Finally, all those years practicing scales on the piano was paying off. Rekindling our vim and vigor, we fucked again a couple more times that night. Needless to say, slurping was involved as she treated me to my favourite kind of noods.

After getting home that I night, as part of our final exchange for the evening, I sent her a nice “Thank you for the cardio” chat. She quickly responded and asked me to exchange snap accounts for the next time she was in town for work. I smirked for a third time and final time, this time happily in agreement.

Dawn of a New Day

After a double work-out and a strenuous boss fight, I decided to skip chest day. Blasphemous, I know. I should have expected her finishing move to be a metaphorical “sweep the leg”.