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After meeting Mr Knickers I wanted to create a scene which would work for me. Building in a touch of kink, but remaining in full control. I wanted an anonymous Fuck And Go. No kink, aside from being blindfolded, waiting in the middle of my living room floor. Much like I had been over a month before, when I popped tinsel in my letterbox. I didn’t want to stop being me, experiencing the sex that I wanted, just because Sir and I weren’t able to enjoy that together. No, I’d find a way to make this work on my terms.
For this scenario I ventured back to fabswingers.com. The Tinder experience having left me certain that it wasn’t the site for me. After prowling fab for a while, I found a man whose verifications were positive, and his attitude relaxed.
We spoke on the phone, I’m not a total risk taker!
The willing chap seemed to take on board my boundaries. There would be no kink this time, beyond the blindfold and anonymity. If he impressed me then we would see how things played out in future. He wasn’t to shorten my name or call me bitch. If I said no, stop, gerroff (or any other negative) the play would stop. My three hole status was revoked due to barely knowing him. (I love a good arse fuck, but that requires more trust than a random hook up.)
I was expecting him at 12.30.
At 12.25 I made my safety call to CC. Keeping an eye on the time I noted that he was running late. No matter, I was at the top of a big hill. He knocked at the door to announce himself and I pulled the blindfold into position. He was greeted with a view of me on all fours in the middle of my floor. Waiting. Condoms positioned atop the unlit log burner.
I heard him disrobe. Shoes discarded by the door, clothes draped over my sofa. Then he was at my mouth. Requiring very little encouragement from me to be ‘ready’.
But he wasn’t here to just fuck my face!
As discussed he soon switched ends. He didn’t try to persuade me to let him fuck my arse. And he didn’t try to spank my cheeks as he ploughed my pussy. Both were a big tick from me. This was good, I dislike pushy people. Some advice I’d received from Sir was to set boundaries closer than you need initially, to test them. Respectful people don’t try to get you to change your mind.
We had discussed him pleasuring me, fucking my mouth and pussy, then leaving. I didn’t want aftercare, but I did want orgasms. The toys I’d left out for my (our?) amusement didn’t have time to be used.
I guess the scenario was a huge turn on for him, and he finished with a flourish.
His mouth ejaculating “suck it Bitch” into my ears as his cum hit the back of my throat. Given my short list of limits, I’m surprised I didn’t bite his cock. But I did tell him off and he dressed quickly. Leaving me unsatisfied.
Checking in with CC again, I noticed it was less than twenty minutes since I’d let her know he was nearly with me. She thanked me for the prompt response and asked how I was feeling. My response: “Frustrated!” was met with a suggestion to call in back up cock. However, I chose to pleasure myself.
Self-fuck satisfaction guaranteed!
I wanted to share this to the final Wicked Wednesday Prompt: Bingo. Crossing off the “being you” box because I was finding ways to be me, in spite of my change in circumstances.
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