I'm Stuffed

Recently divorced in my mid-20s, I explored casual sex because I missed out during my college years. It was summer, and I was walking by the river when I bumped into an old classmate from high school. We had a beer, small talk, and said our goodbyes. Later on, we started chatting online and via text. He was my type, taller by almost a foot and somewhat lanky with broad shoulders. He also had this primal, almost feral, quality I couldn't pinpoint. I'm usually quite shy but with him, all my inhibitions disappeared.

It started innocently enough with me texting a sex joke, but he pounced on that opening immediately. He knew I was attracted to him. I received a very welcome dick pic, but taken with an artistic eye. In comparison to all the unsolicited ones I've been sent by other men before, the ones I received from him could've been exhibited.

He didn't want full body nudes back, nor was he satisfied with tits. He wanted closeups on my pussy, lips spread. I felt exposed taking the pictures, but there was something about him that compelled me to push my boundaries further out.

The first time we had sex, he had an absolutely shameless way of admiring my body. He held my arms down when I got shy, and work my nipples with his tongue until I relaxed. He ordered me to do what he wanted and I couldn't say no. Not that I wanted to, but as I said I had some reservations due to body shyness. I liked how he dominated me, and protests were immediately shut down by a look. He had one of the biggest cocks I've seen.

Dettagli