Another hot encounter
Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2025 12:24 am
Look, I’m gonna keep telling stories about all the hot sex I get since I went bionic last year. Why? Because I am so overjoyed at how this hunk of silicone and saline has turned my life around, and only you guys know the deeper joy I feel at finally being able to be this guy. And I know at least some of you like reading them, at least as much if not more than post number 86,236 asking people how much length they lost.
All right. I live in an area with a very high male-to-female ratio, and frankly it is not great for that and other reasons to meet women here. So I mostly meet women when I travel for business. Also, my home is not conducive to having women over. But I still have my dating apps turned on when I am home, and occasionally I have a ho-hum date that goes nowhere.
So on Presidents’ Day morning, I was sitting around the house enjoying the relaxing holiday, when I noticed I had matched with someone on Tinder. She was a 22 year old Asian American girl, had been a cheerleading captain in high school and a sorority girl in college. She had really big tits, and though she was a bit pleasantly plump it was par for the course for a naturally busty girl like her.
We immediately started text chatting. After a few pleasantries I said I really wanted to take her out on a date to meet. She said we could meet today. I said tonight looks good. She said sooner was good, and that she could come to me.
Huh, I thought.
“Do you just want to hook up?” I wrote.
“Yeah,” she responded.
I explained I couldn’t host her here, but that we could go to a motel. Great, she said. I can be ready at 2 for you to pick me up, she said. I looked at the time; it was 11:30.
“Actually, I can be ready at 1:30” she wrote.
We set where I would meet her, and I went off to shower, shave and get dressed - and, of course, pumped to full staff. I drove to where we were going to meet, and a few minutes after letting her know I’d arrived, she showed up, got in the car and we gave each other a reasonably unawkward cheek kiss. She was hotter than her photos - some girls are the opposite - and nice and bubbly. She was smartly dressed, with a low cut black top that showed her cleavage and her red bra peaking out a bit. We small talked on the short drive to the motel.
Once checked in and in our room, I had barely set my keys down and taken my jacket off that she had stripped down to lingerie and came up behind me, turned me to her, kissed me deeply, and started taking my clothes off. I got naked, lay her on the bed, and began to eat her out. She asked me if I could finger her, and if she could suck me while I did. Yes, baby, yes of course you can!
Once she was really wet, she said she wanted me inside her. I was very very happy to oblige. We fucked for a little bit face to face, and at one point she asked me if I had a condom. A bit confused because we were already, you know, in fragrante delicto, I said yes I did bring some, but why? She said she really wanted me to cum inside her, but that she was not on birth control. “Oh baby,” I said. “You’re gonna love this about older guys. I’ve had a vasectomy.” She lit up, and said great, I want you to fill me up with your cum.
So then we went at it, for about an hour. About two thirds of the way through, I did blow a big huge load inside her. I’m still having challenges with cumming from sex or oral and not fast jacking, so it was really really delicious to have a long, protracted orgasm with multiple spurts inside her tight pussy. After I came, my superpower allowed me to just keep on going. So I probably fucked her for another 15 minutes, giving her a few more O’s in the process.
I suspected I might never see this girl again, though she was amazing. So I asked her if I could get a closeup shot of her pussy to remember her by, without her face. She smiled and said yes.
We wrapped up, and she wanted no cuddling. She wanted to go. She said she could grab an Uber if I wanted to relax, but I said no, I got dressed and drove her home. We shared a deep kiss before we left the room. In the car we small talked, but also talked about what we liked. She said she really liked feeling me spurt in her. I asked her how many times she had done something like this and she thought about it and said four.
When we got to where I was dropping her off, she didn’t offer me a kiss, she just smiled and said thanks for your time, and was out of the car and off. By the time I got home she had unmatched me on Tinder, and I was right… the only link I would ever have to that glorious afternoon were a few snaps of her beautiful pussy, raw from getting fucked.
First of all. Holy shit, stuff like that apparently actually happens.
And second. It only happened to me, and was so amazing, because I could give her and me exactly what we wanted.
President’s day. God Bless America. I wonder if old George had a wooden prosthetic cock to go with his wooden teeth. I certainly had morning wood on his birthday.
Be well,
Leto
All right. I live in an area with a very high male-to-female ratio, and frankly it is not great for that and other reasons to meet women here. So I mostly meet women when I travel for business. Also, my home is not conducive to having women over. But I still have my dating apps turned on when I am home, and occasionally I have a ho-hum date that goes nowhere.
So on Presidents’ Day morning, I was sitting around the house enjoying the relaxing holiday, when I noticed I had matched with someone on Tinder. She was a 22 year old Asian American girl, had been a cheerleading captain in high school and a sorority girl in college. She had really big tits, and though she was a bit pleasantly plump it was par for the course for a naturally busty girl like her.
We immediately started text chatting. After a few pleasantries I said I really wanted to take her out on a date to meet. She said we could meet today. I said tonight looks good. She said sooner was good, and that she could come to me.
Huh, I thought.
“Do you just want to hook up?” I wrote.
“Yeah,” she responded.
I explained I couldn’t host her here, but that we could go to a motel. Great, she said. I can be ready at 2 for you to pick me up, she said. I looked at the time; it was 11:30.
“Actually, I can be ready at 1:30” she wrote.
We set where I would meet her, and I went off to shower, shave and get dressed - and, of course, pumped to full staff. I drove to where we were going to meet, and a few minutes after letting her know I’d arrived, she showed up, got in the car and we gave each other a reasonably unawkward cheek kiss. She was hotter than her photos - some girls are the opposite - and nice and bubbly. She was smartly dressed, with a low cut black top that showed her cleavage and her red bra peaking out a bit. We small talked on the short drive to the motel.
Once checked in and in our room, I had barely set my keys down and taken my jacket off that she had stripped down to lingerie and came up behind me, turned me to her, kissed me deeply, and started taking my clothes off. I got naked, lay her on the bed, and began to eat her out. She asked me if I could finger her, and if she could suck me while I did. Yes, baby, yes of course you can!
Once she was really wet, she said she wanted me inside her. I was very very happy to oblige. We fucked for a little bit face to face, and at one point she asked me if I had a condom. A bit confused because we were already, you know, in fragrante delicto, I said yes I did bring some, but why? She said she really wanted me to cum inside her, but that she was not on birth control. “Oh baby,” I said. “You’re gonna love this about older guys. I’ve had a vasectomy.” She lit up, and said great, I want you to fill me up with your cum.
So then we went at it, for about an hour. About two thirds of the way through, I did blow a big huge load inside her. I’m still having challenges with cumming from sex or oral and not fast jacking, so it was really really delicious to have a long, protracted orgasm with multiple spurts inside her tight pussy. After I came, my superpower allowed me to just keep on going. So I probably fucked her for another 15 minutes, giving her a few more O’s in the process.
I suspected I might never see this girl again, though she was amazing. So I asked her if I could get a closeup shot of her pussy to remember her by, without her face. She smiled and said yes.
We wrapped up, and she wanted no cuddling. She wanted to go. She said she could grab an Uber if I wanted to relax, but I said no, I got dressed and drove her home. We shared a deep kiss before we left the room. In the car we small talked, but also talked about what we liked. She said she really liked feeling me spurt in her. I asked her how many times she had done something like this and she thought about it and said four.
When we got to where I was dropping her off, she didn’t offer me a kiss, she just smiled and said thanks for your time, and was out of the car and off. By the time I got home she had unmatched me on Tinder, and I was right… the only link I would ever have to that glorious afternoon were a few snaps of her beautiful pussy, raw from getting fucked.
First of all. Holy shit, stuff like that apparently actually happens.
And second. It only happened to me, and was so amazing, because I could give her and me exactly what we wanted.
President’s day. God Bless America. I wonder if old George had a wooden prosthetic cock to go with his wooden teeth. I certainly had morning wood on his birthday.
Be well,
Leto
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