At 25 years old, and with 3 failed relationships behind me, I had recently came to the realization that I was a fraysexual. This means that a person only experiences sexual attraction to strangers, if they get to know the person more, the attraction fades. I was extremely relieved to learn about this type of sexuality because it is what I always experienced in the past.
As time passed and the understanding for my sexuality deepened, I was intrigued by a particular fantasy. I wanted to have deep passionate sex with a complete stranger that I would not need to see nor interact with after the encounter. Someone whose identity I would not know and would never find out.
Following a boring day of being home, I decided to actualize this fantasy. To do this, I posted an Ad to a local marketplace PinTT: "young woman seeking a sexy gaunt man for a night of intense love making."
To my surprise, it took about 2 hours to get a response, but at 6:05pm, a notification appeared on my phone's screen: "Someone responded to your advertisement." As I read those words, my heart began to race, I felt butterflies in my stomach but they yearned to rush up and out of my mouth. Accompanied by a familiar warmth between my thighs. I took a moment to gather myself, *deeps breaths in and out*
I opened the application to view the response; it stated, "I would love to help you with this ;)." My pussy tingled as the conversation began.
Stranger: Tell me exactly what it is that you would like.
Me: I want lovemaking, the type of sex that a new couple has 2 months into their relationship. Filled with lustful desire, but I would truly appreciate it if you kept your identity hidden from me.
Stranger: I can definitely envision what you mean, that is sexy.
We chatted a while longer, and exchanged body pictures. The most significant was of his shitless torso, his skin was pale and dull with light pink highlights. His neck was strong and collarbones stood high and prominent. His chest was a smooth plain, followed by a stomach, which although not adorned with 6pack abs, was flat. His hipbones were immediately visible cascading down to a noticeable V that travelled beneath the trousers he wore. His long arms fell alongside his enticing body, baring countless protruding veins.
I sent him my google location, and we agreed that he would arrive to my home at 1am that night; he began to prepare himself. At this point, it was 7 in the evening, and although my appointment was soon approaching, my body was impatient.
I stood in front of the bedroom mirror, my voluptuous body hidden under the clothes I had put on that morning. The polyester t-shirt flowed over my 36D breasts, nipples gently revealing themselves through the light fabric. Following them came my chubby waist, and wide hips tightly hugged by a pair of shorts.
Carefully examining myself in the warm yellow light, I slipped my right hand past my shorts and purple panties into the lips of my vulva. My index and middle fingers coated in the warm moisture as the made contact with my swollen and sensitive clit. I felt jolts of excitement speed through my pelvis like lightning through a stormy sky. I removed the articles of clothing from my lower half, and laid in bed where I worked myself to orgasm and eventually fell asleep.
Suddenly I was startled awake by the memories of my plans for later that night, believing in vain that it was part of a vivid dream. Checking my phone it was already close to 11pm, I got out of bed, the now cold moisture still present between my things, and over my pussy.
I removed the remainder of clothing and got into the shower. The cold water delivering a well needed wake up to my drowsy muscles, washing my hair and body in coconut scented lather. Soon it was over and I dried off with a large red towel.
I moisturized my arms, legs, and face with a light shea butter cream, gently massaging in the product into my melanin rich skin. I dressed myself in all black, a patterned bralette, and delicate panties. I covered both in a black lacey baby-doll dress.
As I brushed my teeth I felt the return of the excited stomach aches, and the warm tingles in my most sensitive region. It was about 12:30am when I got a text from him saying he was on his way. My chest clenched and my body felt restless in anticipation.
I used the remaining time to make a few adjustments to the house, ensuring that the throw pillows were nicely arranged, miscellaneous items were neat on the coffee table, and condoms were present. Most of the walls of my home were painted in plain white chalk paint, except for one wall that was evening rose pink. The recently purchased couch set was dark blue, and the side tables had black frames that mounted square glass tops. All of this accentuated by high ceilings and long gray drapes.
Then, I heard the sound of a vehicle approaching, the bright headlights illuminating the dark living room. As I opened the front door, the night welcomed me with a chilly atmosphere, and the car tires came to a stop on the wet asphalt.
From the porch, I saw a white 2018 Toyota corolla axio at the front of the house. After a brief moment of movement inside the car, the door opened and a tall man emerged. Shrouded in the shadows of the night, he proceeded up the walkway. This strange man was clad in fully black attire. He wore a balaclava that covered his entire head and face except for a horizontal opening that only revealed his eyes. In addition, he had on a long sleeved shirt, black jeans, and black low cut vans.
As he made his way to the porch steps, my breath quickened, I was suddenly deeply aware of how exposed my body was in contrast to his fully clothed form. Finally to the stairs, he looked directly at me and ascended. Never removing his gaze from my direction, he calmly walked each step with intense purpose. I felt nervousness overtaking me, as though my very consciousness craved to be concealed behind my skeleton. It was too late.
Taking the final step, to stand on equal ground with me, he was at least 4 inches taller. His hazel green eyes looked into mine with sharp confidence, painfully piercing my soul. I turned around, feeling his stare and the cold air on my ass. He followed me into the house stopping briefly to lock the door behind us. Quickly placing the car keys on the side table, we were again standing facing each other in the darkness and the refrigerator buzzing.
Without uttering a word, he reached out his left hand and took hold of my right. The cold fingers of his free hand came to my face, his large hands covering my left cheek. Slowly he traced the side of my face down to my neck sending delightfully agonizing waves throughout my body. In that moment, we were completely alone, no one knew what was about to happen. The world outside was wholly unaware of the events about to unfold on that cold night.
Standing there with his hand on my shoulder, he slowly descended onto my exposed cleavage. Moving his hand across my left breast to the middle of my chest, he ventured under the bralette. His cold fingers gently pinched onto my already hardened nipple, I felt ecstasy roll over me and I was on the brink of losing consciousness.
