Abbie's Adventure

Chapter 1

Hi, I'm Abbie and I'm sexually frustrated. I've lived in Liverpool for nine months and haven't even had a date. The admin firm I work at has quite the collection of ageing men and less than-interesting women, none of which I would fancy. My bedside cabinet is well stocked with toys and I often resigned myself to cracking open the drawer and flicking my iPad to PornHub to relieve the pent-up frustrations.

My story starts while on the bus coming home from work one dreary Wednesday evening. Whilst listening to a podcast, they were discussing Tinder. I initially dismissed it as a dangerous way to meet people but listened on and heard some success stories. Was this a way to meet someone? I thought. I kept listening and heard stories of people finding relationships, some people had even married the person they met online. With no inkling of getting married, I was only 26 years old and wasn't even sure if having kids was a journey that would interest me. The pod had gone on to discuss how Tinder was also used for hook-up culture. Hearing the stories I was certainly intrigued and by the time the bus stopped at the bottom of my street, I felt it would be something fun to try.

That evening sitting down with my glass of wine I put on the tv, some documentary series I was watching but not really watching. It wasn't long before the tinder idea came back. I grabbed my phone and opened the app store and searched for the dating app. While it was downloading I thought it was going to be a waste of time but thought it would at least give me an insight into what was happening in the dating world. Entering my details and the nerves were building, name and age was no problem but then the 'About you' section came along and I stopped. I wanted to be honest about my desires and why I was tIe. I really wasn't about dinner dates or walks in the park. Sating my sexual frustration was the main objective. The bio then read: 'Twenty six years old and I'm into girls, I'm into guys also into theys and thems. First time on tinder so be gentle, but also up for some sexy adventures.' The wine had emboldened me and left me feeling quite liberated by that but at the very least I wouldn't be leading anyone on.

Next up was gender, a pretty easy one. After that was sexual orientation. It was quite the list, most of which I didn't even know existed. After a moment of ponderance, I tapped Bisexual. I'd never been with a woman before but had always had dreams and thoughts about sex with women, maybe now was the time to try. The photos worried me, did I have to look perfect? The dark, almost jet black hair and pale skin somehow always looked more extreme in photos. After a quick raid of some Facebook photos, I chose a mix of headshots and some full-length images. My slimline, athletic figure was something I worked hard on and although cursed with a rare un-Jlo bottom, I had always been happy with I petite chest. A size 8 was just slightly just a little large for I so if I really wanted to impress I went for a 6. I'm not tall, a mere 5 foot 4 inches though with the right heels I could be a more confident 5'8''. After uploading them all and it was complete. Now just to pick an age demographic and area. Wanting to stay respectable I went from 25 years old to 35 years old and only within a 20-kilometre range. Who was I looking for? That question was given more thought before finally plumping for 'Everyone'.

I waited while the app refreshed before starting off examining every profile one by one. Dismissing some, agreeing to others. Once I realised the magnitude of people on it, I just swiped right on every one. Not stopping for the profile or even the photos. Yes, yes, yes, yes, sure why not I thought. Even as it started to ping replies I just kept swiping. Occasionally stopping to adjust the people I was searching, men, then women, then closer, the further away. After a thorough evening of swiping and an unfettered feeling of joy, I started looking through some of the replies. I found myself being drawn to the women replying over the men. Looking through the replies they were softer, kinder and more of the style of messages I would write.

As I stopped reading replies I started looking at the photos. The women were hot. Like properly beautiful and with a mix of the arousal seeing the sexy photographs and the wine having me tipsy, I started to fantasise about sleeping with them. It wasn't long before I flipped from twitter to literotica.com and delved straight into the lesbian stories. Picked one of the top rated stories and before I knew it my right hand had delved into my knickers. I read along the story about about a woman in a cottage meeting a stranger and inviting her back for sex, while I fingered my snatch, the story got hot and heavy very quickly so I slid my fingers form my wet opening to my clit, circling slowly as my orgasm built, the story was disregarded as I reached my climax and exhaled, totally spent.

If just the thought of this dating adventure was getting me off like that, I would be having a very good time.