I got good and fucked the other day. I met someone new. We originally met on a dating site. We moved our chat off platform and he was really pushing a sexy agenda pretty hard from the start. Or maybe it was me? I'm not sure. I know during that first online chat we moved to an over the actual phone talking chat and I heard him cum.
I think it might have been something I said that triggered him to think about me fucking someone else maybe the day before and my pussy being full of the other man's semen and him wanting to lick it out of me. My goodness. It was a proper work day in the middle of the afternoon.
We talked about toys and he let me know he had them and would gladly use them on me. I talked about how I can be a little passive sometimes and how I like to follow a partner's lead. I let him know that I love giving head and that I am more than willing and able to take it up the ass.
This, of course, made him want to meet right away but I just couldn't. I had committed to this volunteer gig and it was taking up most of my work day and all of my free time. And then I started feeling kind of weird, like I usually do, when I jump to fucking before even knowing the guy's name or basic information about him. I really do feel more comfortable with a connection, at least a little one. Sex is so intimate for me. Even phone sex. Even writing this and other things.
We chatted a few days later and I thought I would enjoy a cozy fuck break. We made plans for me to meet him at his place. I drove over there and I couldn't find parking so I left. How lame is that? It's really lame. I asked him where I was going (you know, like where is your address) and he told me I was going to hell because I'm such a slut. It kind of hurt my feelings and I just got lower and lower from all the stress and frustration I had been feeling.
I drove away but we chatted some more and I let him know why I didn't feel comfortable and how I couldn't find parking and all of that. We agreed to having a few normal conversations and I faced up to the fact that I really needed to wait until the end of the month when things would be more chill.