Chaotic Kink on a First Date [M/F] | 2016

In the winter, he told me he was into me. Of course, both being polyamorous, it took about 6 months before we actually went on one. We were both dating the same girl, and when she started telling him how much she enjoyed seeing me, he became curious. By the time we actually went out, he had read a lot of my writing and significant portions of my (half porn, half discourse) tumblr. We discussed this on our first date, him asking about books I'd read and it was strange to talk to someone who knew details of my life from the internet, without me ever telling him directly. We hiked through the wooded hills, talking about philosophy and pointing out details in passing houses that we both liked. Finally, we reached a group of large rocks, which we climbed and sat at the top of, watching the sunset. He is the only guy I've dated who noticed and complimented my eyeliner.

Despite the romance, I knew he had a kinky side. So it didn't surprise me when, back at his place, the first thing he did was shove me against his wardrobe, kissing me intensely. Hands up each others' shirts, my nails found his back as quickly as his fingertips found my nipples, each quick to make the other melt. But he won this time, my arms dropping by my sides once he held one nipple between two fingers, squeezing and pulling just enough for me to know that he didn't see my body as fragile.

In one swift motion, he pulled my shirt over my head, but rather than rushing towards me once more, he stepped back. I stepped towards him, and he held a hand up, urging me to stay right there against the wardrobe while he looked me over, admiration and lust in his eyes. After a moment, he beckoned, and my lips ran to meet his, nails once again hungry but this time starting at the back of his neck. Making their way downwards, slowly, feeling him melt this time as they dug in, arching his back but keeping his body pressed against mine.

I paused for just a moment, long enough to remove his shirt, but it was enough for him to regain composure and then, I was pinned against the wardrobe once again, this time with my hands over my head as he played with my nipples. His fingertips then began to trail downwards, teasing the waistband of my pants and dipping under them slightly. He dipped down further and further, barely flicking my clit before coming back up. Then, my pants were down around my ankles. Then, I was on the bed.

He climbed on top of me, grinding himself against me. My hands instinctively crept up his back and he took a handful of my hair, pulling me into a kiss as his cock pressed against me. He then pulled back, peeling off my panties and taking a moment to look at my pussy, with the same hungry admiration he had before. One finger explored my folds, and a quick glance or a few words (I can't remember) said "wow, you're so wet". And then he looked me straight in the eye and asked if I wanted to sit on his face.

The first thing I noticed as I lowered myself onto him is how incredible his stubble felt against my cunt and thighs. The second thing I noticed is how intensely he looked at me, like he was trying to convey his lust through his eyes (as if I wouldn't get it from how hungrily he sucked on my clit!). His fingertips dug into my ass as he pulled me against him, begging me to ride him harder, to grind myself against him. I honestly couldn't count the orgasms I had, I just knew that at one point, I needed a break from cumming. Upon saying so, he looked up at me with the saddest eyes I'd seen in a long time. He'd been enjoying himself so much, and genuinely didn't want to stop.

"I want to eat you out from every possible position" he told me as we cuddled during our brief break. I teased him about having a long way to go from the one position we'd tried, and a moment later, I was bent over his lap, and he was spanking me. Hard. As with my nipples, he made it clear that he knew I wasn't made of glass. He knew I could handle it. Just when the spanking began to feel like it might be too much, he bent forward and buried his face into my ass, tongue lapping at my pussy from behind, flicking at my clit until I was almost there. Then, when I was close, he pulled back and resumed spanking me.

This went on for a couple of rounds before he flipped me over, placing himself between my legs. He took a moment to stare, more briefly this time, and moreso admiring his work on how riled up and frustrated and soaking wet I was. And then he dove in, sucking up my juices and bringing me over the edge, finally.

After another couple of rounds, he pulled me off the bed, onto my knees as he dropped his pants. After all his time drinking up my juices, I was eager for a chance to taste him. I took as much of him into my mouth as I could, bobbing up and down while exploring the head with my tongue, but he pulled away. He then pulled me such that I was more upright, back leaning against the bed, his cock between my tits. As I held onto the bed, he had his hands on either side of me, thumbs rubbing my nipples as he fucked my tits. This is about when I knew that he'd been taking cues from the porn I share on tumblr; time and time again I'd mentioned how few things feel as nice to my tits as having a cock between them, and of course, who was he to deny me such pleasure?

I could feel when he was getting more and more into it, and could especially tell when he pulled away, asking me about where he should cum. As much as I wanted his cum on my chest or face, I had a long walk home, and instead decided I'd rather he fuck me. Besides, after having his cock in my mouth and between my tits, my pussy was aching to feel it, too. He stepped away to slip on a condom before returning and climbing on top of me.

Maybe it was all of the foreplay, or maybe the sensitivity from so many previous orgasms, but I felt like I was about to come as soon as he entered me. His cock filled me up, though not so much to be uncomfortable with rough fucking. Which was good, because it was nothing if not rough. There were moment when I worried about him possibly hitting my cervix, but multiple previous orgasms had me lubricated enough for that not to be an issue. I could feel myself climax, rising and falling in waves that started before the previous one had ended. And just when I was content with the level of my orgasms, a single greater one crashed, this time bringing him down with me, my nails on his back leaving him a shuddering heap on top of me.

It took a moment for us to each regain composure. Speaking was hard so wordlessly, he curled up in my lap, content. We laid on his bed there for many minutes more than we should have, refusing to put clothes on and instead, caressing and admiring each others' naked bodies. As I told him that night, an object at naked stays at naked.

And then he walked me over a mile back to my place, because it was past midnight and neither of us had a car. So you know, romance.