theo i met online. we had been talking for a few days now and it stopped being a getting to know you thing pretty fast, and turned into a scheduling thing, which honestly i prefer. he showed up a little after noon. i'd already showered and shaved (everything) and put on a little cotton dress with nothing under it because i am nothing if not consistent. my favorite thing about a dress is the excitement that comes along with skipping the panties haha.

he was better looking in person which i was kinda surprised by. its rare. big hands. i think that is one thing that got me. he had his hand up the back of my dress before he'd even taken his shoes off. we literally only talked for like maybe twenty minutes before we started hooking up. i was glad honestly, because i didn't see him as a serious prospect. i just wanted to get fucked.

i got him on the couch first because the couch was closer than my bedroom. i was already so wet it was kind of embarrassing, like he laughed a little when he got his fingers in me and said "you were ready before i knocked huh". i just said yeah basically, and he said "good girl," which, you know. it works on me every single time. some of my absolute favorite words to hear. especially if you follow them up with "slut" or "whore" or "fuckdoll". idk why but the contrast of praise and degradation really turns me on.

he fucked me while i was laying on my back with my dress shoved up under my tits, and one of my legs hooked over his arm and it was a deep angle which feelt so intense. almost painful but in a good way. i started doing the thing i always end up doing. the begging. idk why but i can't help myself. i'm not subtle about it either. i had my hands on his lower back trying to physically pull him in and i was saying please cum in me, please, i want it, don't you dare pull out, and he was going "yeah? you want it that bad?" and i was saying yes yes yes like a fucking idiot.

he did. he pushed all the way into my pussy and held there and i felt it, that hot pulse feeling, and he groaned into my neck and stayed inside me until he went soft.

then he did the normal thing most guys do after a casual hookup. he got water. he checked his phone. he said he had to be somewhere soon. blah blah blah. he kissed me at the door and left and it was all perfectly nice. i was glad honestly. i get annoyed when guys who i just want to hookup with overstay their welcome.

and then i sat on my living room floor with his cum still in me and i was somehow hornier than i had been before he came over.

i don't know how to explain that except that sometimes getting fucked doesn't take the edge off, it just tells my body oh, we're doing this today. i could feel him leaking out of me when i stood up and instead of going to clean up properly or shower i just put a towel down for me to sit on and then got my phone.

there's a guy on fetlife called grant who i'd been messaging for like a month but never actually met yet. he is older, forties, extremely direct in a way that i liked. i sent him a message that said "are you home" and he said "yes" and i said "can i come over right now" and he said, and i quote "absifuckinglutely"

i want to be very clear that i did not shower.

i put my dress back on and i drove over and the whole drive i was sitting on a folded towel like a complete degenerate and i kept clenching just to feel it.

he opened the door and he had such an excited look on his face. i got about three steps in and just told him. i said look, i have to tell you something. i got fucked about an hour ago and he came in me. i just told him the truth exactly as it is.

there was this pause and i genuinely didn't know which way it was going to go.

then he said "you're joking."

and i said no.

and he said, "you drove here full of another guy's cum."

and i said yeah.

he took a breath in through his nose and said "sit on the counter."

so i sat on the counter and he pushed the dress up and just looked for a second, and he made this sound, this low disbelieving noise, and then he said "jesus christ, look at you," and then he went down and put his mouth on me.

and i want to be honest that i had a full second of panic about it. like a real one. and then he groaned into me and every bit of that anxiety went away. it was fucking hot!

he was not delicate about it. he ate me out like he was starving for pussy, with his hands under my thighs pulling me to the edge. we ended up switching spots to the couch, and he kept stopping to say dirty things to me. he said "you feel so messy." he said "he really filled you up didn't he." he said "you couldn't even wait an hour, you had to come straight here." and then he'd go back down and i'd lose the ability to respond and just make noise.

i came on his face as he called me a "whore who can't stop fucking random men". triggered me i guess lol. its true after all.

then he grabbed me and turned me around and bent me over the back of the couch and i felt him line up and go in and it was so slick and easy that he actually laughed and said "god you're a mess."

it was slow at first for like a minute, and then it wasn't. he had one hand on the back of my neck holding me down and the other on my hip and he talked the entire time. that's his thing apparently and it turns out it is also very much my thing. i love being told what i am while i get fucked.

he said "two guys in one day."

he said "you're such a fucking slut and you know it, you're proud of it."

he said "you drove across town like this because you needed more."

and i was going yes, yes, yes. agreeing to all of it, because he was right and being told the truth about myself out loud while getting fucked is the single most effective thing anyone has ever done to me. don't they always say the most erogenous zone in the body is the brain? well its true.

when he got close to finishing he said "you want mine too?" and i said please, and he said "say it properly," and i said i want you to cum in me too, i want both of your cum, and he said "greedy fucking slut" and then he did. deep. holding my hips back against him as he flooded my pussy with cum.

we stayed like that for a minute. his hand moved from my neck to the middle of my back, flat, which was weirdly soothing after everything earlier.

he got me a glass of water and asked if i wanted to sit down and i said i probably shouldn't sit on anything of his that he didn't want to get messy. he thought that was funnier than it was.

i drove home on the towel again. i was so sore in that specific post rough sex way, where every bump in the road gets me extra. at home i got in the shower for a long time and did not think about anything at all, and then i made a grilled cheese and burnt it and ate it anyway.