Here's my first story. I hope you can stomach the exposition to get to what I hope is good writing about sex.
Thanks for taking the time to read. I'm hoping this will be a multi part story.
Enjoy!
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We all have a web of influence people. The group of people who we come into contact with on a daily basis. This web for the last twenty years has been expanding. Whether this expansion is material has been hard to gauge. But the result has been an expansion of influence. The expansion of who we can reach.
The biggest expansion has been brought on by social media. Our circles exists within circles of people we've never met. Could never hope to meet. There's a sense that maybe we would never want to meet them.
But there is a benefit. Finding people looking for sex has never been so easy.
A swipe left or right can decide your destiny.
It's changed the game for me. I've only ever considered myself moderately attractive but using the internet has changed how I interact with women. With their sex. With the concept of how easy it is to attain.
It wasn't the first time I had used Tinder. But this time I had help from a friend. John has been one of my oldest friends. I'd known him since high school and in all that time he had become a rather successful musician. A part of that was image management. The guy has long curly red hair and dresses like he never left the 70's. It's a style that fit him. He helped me dress myself up. Clothing that fit my body.
We went shopping at a Forever 21, mostly for charms. From there we visited Zara, H&M on my own. He despised it. Claimed that it was the least fashionable of all the outlets that existed. Urban Outfitters was another one of his favorites. It was expensive but the price was well worth it with how it paid off. The first trip cost me around $500.
It helped that his girlfriend did photography. Shane helped me put my profile together. She took pictures from various angles. Action shots. The fact was that getting responses required effort. More effort than most men were willing to put forward. All this effort gave me an advantage. Not a big one but enough.
I started swiping and the girls came knocking. The ratio was still ten to one. For every ten responses I would get one message back. And from those it was another ten to one. For every conversation there was only one that would respond back enough times to end up in a date.
The entire time there was an itch in my stomach. The feeling that I was close to something great. I imagine it's what all great men feel inside themselves.
Only difference is that those men were creating something. I was just on the edge of consumption. So close to the sweet feeling of a body against mine that my cock was pulsing in my pants.
My first victory was with a girl named Claire. She's a cute, tall, pale girl. Her first picture was of her in a modest brown dress with white polka dot spots. Her second was of her in a black top with a pencil skirt that just barely reached past her ass. She was wearing long black socks. She had a friendly smile and her body was just perfect.
To my surprise, as cute as she was, she messaged me first.
A simple, "Hi :-)"
I was shocked to get a message as long as that. Our chatter went back and forth. The flirtation would continue on for the next week. Small insinuations from her. I couldn't quite read them. Could never be sure I was supposed to. A smiley placed in the right location. A word elongated just right. If I had lost my chance I couldn't see that yet.
A week on we would go to the beach. Her makeup was all done up. She was wearing the brown dress with white polka dots. From that very first moment she took my breath away.
Claire wandered over to me and greeted me with a big hug. The fabric of her dress pressed against me and I could feel her tits rubbing up against me. She had wrapped her arms completely around me and her face was in my neck.
