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I’d forgotten about this account, and figured I’d revive it to share some other salacious stories to contribute back to the community that I still visit on occasion. If you’re just here for the smut, feel free to head down to the ------------, but I think the context makes for a more complete and stimulating narrative.
This encounter occurred just before Christmas of 2021, still deep into the pandemic life, and the restrictions that came with it. I had matched with Kira [name changed to protect their identity!] on Tinder; A 23 year old student who had come to Canada from Turkey on a masters program to study composing. In the initial back and forth messaging, I could tell she was intelligent, passionate, a woman of substance… she put effort into her responses, and our conversation. I quickly suggested getting a drink at one of my nearby favourite fancy cocktail spots the next day, Sunday.
I was 34 at the time, standing 5’11" tall, with a moderately-muscular medium build that had not yet gone to complete hell from the lack of COVID lifting facilities. I chose to wear a dark navy dress shirt and a heavier-weighted pair of jeans, finished with a cozy wool blazer in a mottled grey. Arriving at the bar first, I chose to situate myself just off the corner of the short “L” of the bar, where there were only three seats. Some people might find that type of seating to be intimidating for a first date… but I enjoy the intimacy of sitting beside someone. The accidental knee bumps, leaning into each other to remark on other patrons, the small touches from a joke shared… all things you miss when you just sit arms length across from a new romance.
Not to mention bar-seating is also a great way to observe the staff at their craft and befriend your friendly neighbourhood booze-slinger. (I’m on a first name basis with more than a few of them and I regularly receive industry-discounts, free drinks, and other perks! Be kind to your bartenders and servers, people!)
Kira arrived shortly after, a petite figure of no more than 5’2, garbed in jeans and a thick sweater of white ribbed wool under her winter jacket. While perhaps not classically beautiful, I found her mousey features and green-ish brown eyes well-framed by her shoulder-lengthed, tightly-curled hair typical for many women hailing from the eastern Mediterranean. I welcomed her with a hug, a smile, and a ‘hello!’, as we quickly settled in with a few drinks. We delved into her field of study and her passion for baroque and classical music, as well as their composers. I had turned in half-way in my seat to face her more properly and admire the wry, mischievous smile she wore as she regaled to me one of the larger scandals in her field; The love triangle between Brahms, Schumann, and Schumann’s wife, Clara.
Throughout our conversation, Kira and I shared light touches amongst our laughs, but wanting to test the waters further, I placed my hand on her knee closest to mine. She noticed, smiled, and placed her hand on mine. That first skin-to-skin touch was, as so sterotypically described, electric. As I quaffed the remainder of my third cocktail of the evening (I recall it had something with egg white… Floral, tart, and boozy, but with a bit of sweetness to balance), I set the glass down, stood up, leaned toward my date and said “I find your intelligence very attractive…”. She responded with a smile. That smile. You know the one. I don’t know if it’s the smile itself, the crease in a woman’s eyes as she makes it, or the knowledge that you were responsible for it, but oof, that smile. I probably blushed three shades from beet-red seeing that smirk; I’m a sucker for cute, nerdy, intelligent woman who can speak in depth on a topic, especially when it’s an interest I also share.
I placed my hand gently along the side of her chin, lifted her face towards mine… Kissing her lightly at first, and then a little deeper. It was a great first kiss, and it drew its own smile on me part way through it; She noticed, and giggled. She tasted sweet and slightly earthy, like the smell of roasted marshmallows in a rain storm. I pulled away against the grip of her hand on the collar of my blazer and excused myself to the washrooms. Dear reader, I don’t know if you’ve experienced that kind of chemistry on a first date before, but god damn does it feel good. It puts a spring in your step and a steely glimmer in your eye. Like that unexpected raise or promotion. Closing on your first home. A genie adding an inch to your cock. There are few things in life that are as confidence-inspiring as this.
Anyhow, I returned quickly, sitting with my left leg between hers, and entwined the fingers of her left hand amongst mine. We were fully facing each other now, my right arm supporting my lean against the back of my chair as we continued to flirt, touch, and drink. She told me about her family, still in Turkey, and the turmoil Erdogan brought to her homeland. Occasionally, she would lean forward slightly, and I would take the cue to kiss her, darting my tongue lightly into her mouth, lightly licking her top lip, or gently biting the lower. With great restraint, and titanic force of will, we refrained from full on making out at the bar, however intimate, dimly lit and cozy a place as it was, likely to the relief of the other patrons and staff.
Kira finished her drink and remarked “So what now?” ‘Well, my place is only about a 10 minute walk from here, if I can make you a drink there?’, I proffered. She agreed, and off we went into the -20C air for the short but chilly jaunt to my apartment. We held hands as we walked, and when we entered the elevator to carry us to the 8th floor, I stepped into her, kissing her deeply as I pulled her into an embrace. I felt the elevator slow, and come to a stop, so I broke off the kiss, but not before playfully poking at her frozen nose with mine.
I led her into my apartment, small but tastefully decorated in a mid-modern style. Warm woods and contrasting tones make for a cozy space. I hung her jacket for her and told her to make herself at home as I removed my boots and coat. She stood just off the island that separated kitchen from living room and observed the space. I walked to join her, leaning back against the quartz countertop, and offered her a drink. She declined. I gave my own reply by stepping forward, and I saw her raise herself up by her toes to meet me. This time our kissing was raw, passionate, almost forceful. We no longer needed to heed the social norms or prying eyes. Our tongues danced around each other, her breathing reaching a rapid pace.
My hands pulled at her body, one hand grasping her ass as the other slipped up her back, under her pillowy sweater. I separated my lips from hers in order to kiss the side of her face, her ear, and down her neck. I licked the short length of skin above her clavicle, just above where her chest and neck met, as I heard her moan lightly in response. I continued kissing the base of her neck, before she interrupted me to lift her sweater off. I dove back in and continued to kiss her body before she her top had even fully cleared her head, and I felt her hair falling upon my face as I heard the sweater dropping lightly to the floor.
I unhooked her bra and kissed my way down her torso, cupping my hand admire her small but perky breasts (she could not have been more than a 28B, but they fit her lithe frame quite well). I paused my southward journey to suck on her left nipple, pressing it gently into my teeth with my tongue. I continued downward, kissing rib and stomach. I felt her hands pry at the clasp of her tight-fitting jeans, and I assisted by pulling the waistband and underwear down towards her knee in one deft motion.
Due to the difference in our heights, I was at an awkward half-low-crouch at this point, so I dropped to one knee as I continued kissing my way passed her hips and onto the closely-saved skin just below her bikini line. She was still standing, facing me with her feet barely waist-width apart, likely due to how I was using my arms to envelope and draw her closer. My lips reached her pussy as I turned my head further to the side and lightly licked at her clit, gently sucking at the hood and eliciting excited gasps in an almost surprised-tone. I had one hand cupping the crease of her ass, with my middle finger just being able to enter her, and used it to pull her closer in order to press her more fully into my lips and mouth. I kissed the lips of her pussy, sucking and playfully pulling at them as she worked to kick off her thong, jeans, and socks.
I felt her hands reach out and grab my face, pulling me upwards toward her. She fiercely kissed me again with her lips as her hands dropped to my top shirt buttons. I threw my blazer aside and began unbuttoning my shirt from the bottom, meeting her somewhere in the middle as she pried my shirt off me. She quickly found the button of my jeans and pulled them down just enough to free my raging, blood-engorged, extra-medium cock, all without breaking her lips from mine. But she broke them now, kneeling down to begin sucking the tip of what fit in her mouth so perfectly.
I leaned back slightly against the counter, balancing on one elbow as my other hand appreciatively ran my hands through her thick hair. She sucked greedily, slowly working her small …
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I leaned back slightly against the counter, balancing on one elbow as my other hand appreciatively ran my hands through her thick hair. She sucked greedily, slowly working her small mouth further and further down the shaft in a rhythmic motion, dipping her chin to take me deeper before lifting again to surface, like the pistons of a steam engine slowly working its way up to speed. She released my cock from her mouth to regain her breath at a gasp, stroking me with her right hand and dropping her head down to lick at my scrotum. She raised her eyes to meet mine, my cock running alongside her face, slick with her saliva, making a light shucking sound as she stroked it, rolling a testicle side to side by gently swaying her tongue back and forth.
Lads, this is likely the closest to heaven a man can reach on this great, green, savage, Earth. Ladies, if you wish to show a devoted tenderness to your partner, use this method to reward that vulnerability with awe-inspiring pleasure. The Eye-Contact-Sloppy-Stroking-Ball-Slurp is the God that stands chiefly in the pantheon of mine own beliefs. Jesus Christ be praised _(Henry, lol___), in that moment, I felt true caring under her holy loving embrace. I leaned down, placed my hands under her round, ample ass, and lifted her whole body onto my hips, carrying her into my bedroom with a stunted waddle before laying her gently down, and finally removing the jeans that shackled my feet.
I dove head first into her pussy, lapping at her hungrily as my hands reached upwards to play with her breasts. She whimpered and gasped in response, one hand pawing at my hair, while the other gripped my hand. Shorter and sharper her breath came, before it halted entirely as the tension built up in her body… Thighs clenched, abs tightened, and hands gripped. She came shortly after with an exhale of desperation, with my tongue swirling around her clit. Her hips bucked upwards, and I forcefully pressed my face towards her crotch as I continued to pleasure her. She finally pleaded a “wait… please…”, and I relented. She caught her breath as I laid upon on her torso, gently kissing her neck. She reached down to grab my cock, still lightly wet from her prior efforts, and asked “Do you have a condom?”
I reached over her to my nightstand, opening the drawer in the dark to hunt for a little foiled packet as she passively stroked my cock in anticipation. I quickly tore the package, slipped on the condom, and aligned my hips with her to tease her with my tip. In a hushed tone, I asked ‘How do you want me to fuck you?’, to which Kira responded with an almost guttural whisper: “However you want me”. I placed my right hand behind her head, and kissed her lightly as I slowly prodded, pushed, and parted her pussy. Teasing her slowly, entering her an inch or so, before withdrawing just enough to separate us, before entering her tenderly again, ever so slightly deeper. These soft, short strokes continued until I was full inside her. I paused there, fully sheathed inside of her, and worked my hips to let her really feel what was inside of her. Her moans were lovely. Passionate, somewhat loud, but not overtly forced or theatric.
I began fucking her in earnest, slowly picking up speed as I gave her the full length of my cock in repeated, cyclical strokes. Our hips started to meet with more force, the calm sounds of moist flesh-on-flesh pressure making way to the wet slapping of me driving harder and harder inside of her. Her verbal responses rose in tempo and volume to match the rhythm of the fucking that was soon turning into a rough pounding. This lasted for perhaps 3-4 minutes before I stopped to catch my breath, rolling her on top of me without letting my cock leave her pussy, by which time was absolutely soaking wet. My pelvis was absolutely slick with her fluids, and I could feel the cool air passing between us as she mounted me properly. She rode me fervently, grinding her hips back and forth as I placed my thumb on her clit. She held her hair up with one hand, and clutched my hand that grasped her right breast as my other hand pulled her deeper into me. She came again, shuddering on top of me. Quieter this time, almost resigned. Spent. Kira laid gently beside me, her head on my shoulder, and caught her breath as I stroked her back with one hand and caught mine.
After a minute or so of silence between us, she got up to use the bathroom. I did the same, but to remove the condom and get a glass of sparkling water to rehydrate. I laid back down on my bed and placed the glass on my nightstand as I heard the bathroom door open. I saw Kira’s silhouette, lit by the soft kitchen lights as she walked back towards me, hips swaying. Damn, she had the tightest little body. I was still hard at this point, having not ejaculated yet, as she crawled on the bed towards me. She sat on my hips with my legs between hers, as she leaned down to kiss me again. I offered her some water, which she quickly downed without hesitation, a little burp punctuating her refreshment. She returned the glass and faced me again as I held her hips, kissing her slowly, passionately. She began grinding her hips, her wet pussy sliding over my now bare cock. I sat up a bit to kiss her chest and nipples, working my way laterally across her torso. I had buried my face in her neck and muttered “Fuck, you are so goddamn sexy. It makes me want to just fuck you raw.”
“So do it, then”
Now, if you’re still with me, horny reader, allow me to break the fourth wall again and address you directly. Do I recommend not using protection when having sex with someone outside of a confirmed, monogamous, and safe relationship, especially the first time? No. But here’s something you should know about me: I, am stupid. I sometimes do not heed even mine own sagely advice. Sheepishly, I will admit that this was not the first time and nor the last time I would bare back, raw dog someone during our first sexual encounter (I have more of those stories if there is interest). Call me a romantic (or a moron), but the intimacy of the first time you enter someone, skin to skin, is just… something else.
Kira pushed me back down to the bed, reached around behind her, and guided my cock into her. I slid in with little to no resistance, she exhaled as she bottomed out on me. I held her hips and began fucking her from below. Her pert breasts recoiled with each upward thrust, hair bouncing on her head as she steadied herself with her hands on my chest. My legs began to tire, so I rolled her to the left, and had her lay on her right side, with her left knee towards her chest. Her right leg lay under me as I lined up my hips with hers, and began fucking her sideways. I held onto her little bouncing body, one hand on her stomach, and the other on her lower back, gripping her for leverage and to help maintain our momentum.
This is one of my favourite positions, because I always feel like I can get so, so deep inside of a woman. Kira’s round ass fit the space between my hips well, and our flesh began to make that rhythmic concerto of passion again. I picked up my own pace, my attention narrowing to how it felt to be inside Kira, raw. The look of pleasure on her face as her eyes caught mine, her moans, and her sopping wet pussy… You know when you get lost in that red, sexual haze, where the fucking just envelopes, overwhelms, and consumes your senses? I was there. I could feel my own orgasm welling up inside me, and I quickly asked ‘Where do you want me to cum?’ and she gasped “Just not inside me”. I pulled out shortly thereafter, and came all over her ass. I shot a half dozen or more sizeable ropes of cum on her as she moaned a few sensual breaths.
I sat hunched over her, cock laying against her ass, my cum slowly sliding across many parts of her body. A few moments of respite later, I went to go get a hand towel, wet it with some warm water, and returned to the bedroom to wipe my cum off of her body. It was actually weirdly really intimate… She watched me slowly wiping her down, turning onto her back to let me wipe her stomach and chest. I lifted one of her legs onto my shoulder as I kissed her calf and cleaned up the inside of her thighs. I threw the towel into a laundry hamper, and joined her back down on the bed. I pulled the covers out from under her to place it over us to shelter against the cooling air. We were facing each other, and I held her hand as we lightly kissed our way through our cooldown.
We both fell asleep at some point, and I awoke an hour or so later with Kira still sound asleep. Her back was facing me, and pulled her a little closer to cuddle her properly. She stirred a little, and moaned a little happy, content acknowledgement of my presence. She began grinding her hips a little into my crotch, and my body responded in turn. She reached her behind her and slowly stroked my rapidly stiffening cock. I reached my right hand around her and caressed her left breast, kissing the back of her neck and shoulder.
The nice thing about the mismatch between our physical sizes is the certain positions it can enable: Kira arced her hips toward me, and guided my cock back into her already-wet pussy. I moaned sharply into her ear as I entered her, my lips still kissing at her neck. She ground her hips deeply into me, as we began to gyrate and work our way deeper and deeper inside her. I reached my hand down and shifted her right leg, making space for my hand to find her pussy. Dipping my finger alongside to lubricate, I slowly began circling her clit in time with her movements, matching her speed and tempo as she slowly ground harder and harder into me. ‘God you feel so good’, I told her. I’m a big, huge, gigantic fan of dirty talk, and our earlier fucking was so rapid and all-consuming we barely said anything to each other at all. The sheets were soaked with the sweat of the two of us at this point, sticking to my skin and hers as she built her way up to her crescendo. She was gasping rapidly as I whispered into her ear:
Me: ‘I want you to use my cock, and cum all over it’
Kira: “Yeah?”
Me: ‘Yes, do it, cum for me, I want you to cum with my bare cock all deep inside you, I want to feel you cum all over this cock’
Kira: “Oh God, oh shit”
This really, really sent her over the edge and she came hard, clamping her legs together so hard it trapped my hand between her thighs as she rode through her waves of pleasure. Once her involuntary shuddering slowed and resided, I rolled her onto her stomach and placed my cock between her ass cheeks. ‘I’m going to fuck you now’. She nodded in consent, and I pried one ass cheek aside while I guided my cock back into her. I began pounding her with vigor, paying attention to her body language and moans to ensure I wasn’t fucking her too roughly.
Me: ‘Is this what you like? All the way deep inside of you?’
Kira: “Yes, fuck me, please fuck me”
Me: ‘You want me to fuck you harder?’
Kira: “Please fuck me” was all she could moan in response.
It’s rare I come across someone who can match my level of verbal depravity, but she was doing a pretty great job of it. I placed my hands against the small of her back, held her down, and just let her have it. I was swinging my hips up and down, drilling her very aggressively, the sound of her passionate moans the music to my ears. I pounded her prone for a few minutes before I felt the urge to cum.
Me: ‘I’m going to cum’, I told her.
Kira: “Anywhere but my pussy” was her only condition.
Me: ‘I want to cum in your mouth’.
Kira: “Okay, give it to me, give me your cum, I want it” she said, gasping between my thrusts.
I pulled out of her pussy, climbed up to her face as she rolled over. I gripped my wooden headboards as she took my cock into her mouth, and began cumming into her mouth as she wrapped those beautiful lips around me. The headboard creaked and moaned it’s owned response as I death gripped it, gasping and moaning as Kira greedily slurped my load down.
Me: ‘Keep sucking, keep sucking me please’
Kira could only moan a ‘mmMM’ in responseMe: ‘oh shit… Suck every last drop of cum out of me, because I’m going to keep fucking you’.
She continued to suck and bob on my cock, her tongue occasionally dipping into my urethra and causing me gasp in sharp jolts of pleasure. I pulled out of her mouth, dropped back down to her hips, lifted her legs up onto my shoulder, and slid my still-hard cock inside of her. I propped myself above her and kissed her while thrusting into her again, continuing the pounding from only shortly before.
Me: ‘Do you like to be choked?’
Kira: “Yeah, but not too hard”
Me: ‘Of course, let me know if it’s too much’
I wrapped my left hand around the sides of her neck (Remember: blood choke, not an air choke!), dropped one leg off but holding firm to the other, buried my face into her neck, and just fucked her with almost reckless abandon. Hearing her strained moans and gasps against the pressure of my hand was something to behold. So fucking hot. I didn’t last long before I pulled out of her again, and came what little was left in me onto her stomach.
I slumped beside her, holding her face with my hand, as I told her how fucking amazing she was, and she breathlessly nodded and then kissed me. I cleaned her up again with another towel, I got her one of my disposable bamboo toothbrushes, offered her a pack of wet wipes for cleaning up makeup / whatever leftover bodily fluids I missed earlier (be a good host to your ladies, you savages!). We cuddled again and fell asleep soon after. I remember looking at the clock, and it was only 1 o’clock. And it wouldn’t be the last time we fucked before dawn arrived. Or the next morning. Or the day on the couch, and then again back on the bed, before she finally went home that Monday evening.
So anyway… that’s a bit of a fucking novel. I don’t know how to end this other than I hope you enjoyed it, reader, and if there is interest, I can continue the tale of the second day with Kira, or stories of other coworkers, hookups, or other notable nights.
Apologies for the weird line breaks, the automod apparently hates my longer paragraphs.
