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Blogs > CuteePie74 > The Perks of Being a Slut

Hot Thoughts  

CuteePie74 49F
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6/4/2017 10:13 pm
Hot Thoughts

You know how you meet someone online and talk about all of the things you're going to do to each other for a while: days maybe weeks even months or years (if they live out of state or country) pass before you ever meet? Then you finally meet and things fizzle, there's just no chemistry or you do fuck and it's meh. Or maybe you never meet up and it's just one of those fantasies that live on in your mind.

Well last night I met one of those where it felt like weeks that we've been talking about how we're going to do crazy things we've never done with anyone else. Getting each other off day after day with the details and dares and utter debauchery via Kik or IM. Well it certainly didn't fizzle, it wasn't meh and the chemistry was off the charts.

It started with a fantasy that consisted of me watching him get off in person, not just via cam or video clips he liked to send to me. I could tell he was shy from his reaction to my boldness when I told him how often I came on the site to watch men's cams, not only that I'd actually watched a few men get off in
person and thoroughly enjoyed myself as well. I suspected fairly early on in our chats that I wasn't his type, whatever that means. He later admitted he'd never been with a BBW before but that we clicked so well in chat and during our brief time on cam that if I was as cute as my pictures showed, we'd have a lot of fun once we did meet.

The fantasy progressed to include me dominating a little which is out of character for me but I'm stretching my comfort zones so I went with it. I was going to make him strip while I stayed fully clothed and torture him a bit, not touching him but letting him get so turned on that his hard-on arrived without a single touch. Then I'd instruct him to masturbate, only cumming when I said it was ok. Eventually it progressed to include sex, me on top with him fucking me with just the tip of his cock, teasing my pussy with it.

Then came his suggestion that I dare him to answer the front door in nothing but a towel. I'd answered the door naked for a former lover but never had a guy answer the front door naked. I especially loved how thrilled he was at the idea and how much he grappled with whether to do it or not right before we actually met.

A kiss as a greeting at the front door was the next part of the fantasy. We'd never met in person before. The thought of kissing first thing was tantalizing. We tentatively made plans that fell through but solidified my arrival at his house the following night. The anticipation was high.

Now I'll admit, my favorite part of this whole scenario was that I was going to knock on the front door, so I liked to send a little 'knock knock' Kik or IM his way to tease every so often. It got him going every time and I loved it.

The day of our meeting I arrived a tad late. I don't like to be early, it gives me too much time to think and possibly flake which I've never actually done. I slowly approached the front door, despite my boldness I am always nervous. I raised my hand and paused, deep breath then 'knock knock knock.'

Do you believe that fucker answered the door in a towel and nothing more!

We laughed nervously and exchanged a few quick words but he pulled me against him and kissed me intensely. My pussy immediately started to ache and I could feel the wetness escape my lips before we even pulled away.
We relaxed and actually talked for a while. We were both nervous and my lack of dominance got the better of me, his shyness him. I moved closer and closer to him, finally leaning closer, showing off some cleavage that I knew would get his attention.

And it began. Hot, deep kissing. Roaming hands. Soft wet aching spots. Soft steel. Moaning and gasping then yelling and whimpering and dirty words and 'oh fuck baby.'

I must say my favorite part of the evening was when he was getting me going for the second round, stroking his perfect cock for me, telling me how hot it would be if I made myself cum right there next to him. Then he stuck the tip of his cock inside me and demanded I cum on it and only after I came on it would he oblige and fuck me with the entire length. I made him promise and as I came I begged him to fuck me. And with the first, second and third strokes, I felt myself gush over and over as he slammed himself right against my Gspot.

It's been over a year since I've been with anyone besides my man. We took a break from polyamory and wore the monogamy for a while, which was nice. I always miss the new experiences with new partners though, getting to know one another and discovering sweet spots and building that connection. Besides the sex itself, we had an amazing time just being. Hanging out in one another's company, no pressure, no expectations, just enjoying the company and possibilities with a new sexual partner.

If that makes me a slut, I am one happy, fucking slut!

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