E[m]pty Tinder Hookup with my [F]irst Redhead | 2016

Hey folks. Every time I try to draft a story for this sub, I worry about being too romantic, too sentimental, too focused on the lovemaking and not enough on the raw-dogging- I've never made it to posting those stories. So here's one I think I can tell with no attachment. This is a story about an empty fuck.

A few months ago I visited my favorite karaoke joint with friends Chloe and James (maybe it was James). At this place, even on a weeknight, you can count on a lively crowd full of the young, beautiful hipness that makes my city so famous. I can't remember what we performed, but it was roaring fun.

Who joins us at our table after my first song, but Miriam and her visiting friend. First thing she said was, "how did I know I'd find you here?" Chloe, guardian angel and wingwoman, already knows about Miriam and I, and gives me a worried look: like, "are you going to be ok?"

Miriam and I had dated briefly one year ago through Tinder- nothing worth mentioning. We had recently reconnected and had a drunken, regrettable hookup in the previous month, but I figured nothing would come of it and had stopped texting her. Still, here she was. Her friend was an irritating guy visiting from their high school town- I didn't think much of him.

Miriam and I go out back for a smoke, and immediately she's all over me, apologizing for our last lukewarm hookup, explaining that she was too uncertain then, but not anymore, that now she knows, in italics, that she wants me. I'm skeptical, but she's grinding me against the wall. I tell her that I don't believe she's being serious, but she insists. I glance over and see her friend watching from the door, kind of wink at him, and say we should go inside.

Inside, Miriam goes for another drink, and this guy (can't remember his name) starts asking if I'm up for a threesome, says he's never been with a guy, has always wanted to fuck Miriam, says Miriam is surely down for a threesome and that it could be a lot of fun. But I'm not interested in guys, or sharing, so I politely turn him down, while he politely keeps insisting. Miriam returns and immediately guy starts insisting on her. At first she thinks I'm down too- and in front of me the proposition is being unfolded- when I finally lay in clear terms that I don't want to fuck either of them.

Miriam is disappointed, realizing that the threesome was the guy's idea, and that it's quickly turning me off, and they start arguing, turning me off further. This guy's cloying attitude and obvious infatuation with his high school friend just wear on me- I'd rather not fuck with either of them. So they leave, arguing. Chloe, James and I keep drinking, maybe sing more songs. Would not be the first time I passed on a risky threesome.

Not long after they leave, Miriam starts texting apologies. I write her back, "I'll text you when I get home. Come alone."

Like one AM at this point, she arrives, apologizing, saying that her friend has overstayed his welcome, that she only wanted to fuck me, not him, that he's going home tomorrow because he's unbearable. At this point, I'm more interested in ending my dry spell and taking out my frustrations on Miriam than in listening to her. I tell her to go upstairs and take off her clothes, but she laughs and says I'll have to show her which room is mine first.

Upstairs, in my room, I strip her and throw her on the bed. Freckled redhead, perfectly curvy at around 150 pounds, marks on her body, maybe from self-harm, maybe from bondage, who knows with this sort of girl? I jump on her, kissing her neck, pinching her nipples because I know she likes it. I palm her pussy, grinding into her latent wetness, while she whispers nothings about how long she's waited, how badly she wants it. I don't feel engaged- frustration blots out the fuzzy urge to make love. Still, I'm rock hard, which is lucky, considering my drunkenness and nervousness, and she begins to stroke my cock against her vulva, so hot, making my sheets damp.

I grab a towel, throw it under her, and spread her legs, smacking her thick ass and kissing it tenderly, running nails over her upturned thighs, moving towards her pussy. I run my tongue over her folds and isolate her clit, feeling her pelvic muscles gently throb. She's more turned on than I am. I begin to eat her out in earnest, working two fingers in, bringing her to a small orgasm. I move up along her body and kiss her deeply, spreading her grool on her nipples, keeping my palm on her pussy so I can feel her contract.

I work my cock around her lips, honestly thinking in that moment that I didn't care about condoms. I kind of knew how the night would end. Not missing a beat, she whispers, "just fuck me," and that's enough- I slip into her unprotected, in one thrust, and I feel the length of her vagina contract, her asshole throbbing against my scrotum. I feel pretty cool- conscious of how unromantic I'm feeling, conscious of how this attracts Miriam. I proceed to fuck her in earnest- I'm pretty numb, but she's vocal, and the shit she's saying- "fuck me harder, right there," "fuck this little pussy, "I'm yours, I'm yours-" it all keeps me going.

I think about my housemates, how I've heard them fucking through the walls- about how I hadn't hooked up with anyone since I moved in- and thrust into Miriam harder, grabbing her neck, fondling her breasts, slowing to rub her clit in rhythm. I flip her into doggy, but it isn't too fun for me, so first I lay her on her side and fuck her from behind, then I lay beside her, feeling the tightness of her things, pulling her head back toward me so I can hold her neck, grab one arm, and spread her legs while I drive into her. At some point she announces she's coming- I partly don't believe her and partly don't care, and I just keep going.

I do a mental check and realize that I will be able to come after all. We reposition ourselves, so now I'm fucking her prone, grabbing and smacking her ass, laying over her so she can feel my full weight while I plow her. I'm latched on to her neck, buried in her hair, while I continue to fuck her deeply from behind.

We didn't even consider using a condom. And I didn't really care where my load goes. So when she says that she wants me to fill her up, it's doesn't feel like a big deal. I flip her over so we're fucking missionary, intent solely on my pleasure, holding her down while she furiously rubs her clit, and after a while I feel the orgasm coming to me- I slow down, holding my contractions, and finally thrust fully, releasing all my cum, frustrations, and anger deep into her. She continues stroking herself as I come, and quickly bursts into her own orgasm. I can feel it acutely- she pulses uncontrolled around me, and I can feel her muscles hug my cock, drawing the last drops out of me, and into her. I'm a little disappointed because this is my first real shared, mutual orgasm- it never ended like this with the women I truly wanted to make love with. Still, for like two minutes I hold her while she continues to convulse, stroking my face, gripping onto me with all fours while the aftershocks wax and recede. As said, I felt pretty cool. I finally pull out, and look down at the money shot- mix of grool and cum running from her distended lips onto the towel, and back up and her flushed, sweaty face. I collapse onto her, spooning, cock between her damp thighs, and fall asleep.

It must have been the next night or the one after when I called her up, half drunk, so she could pick me up. It was raining, and I didn't want to bike over. I fucked her again that night, coming inside of her. And again the next morning, when her period was coming on, I fucked her until the sheets around her crotch were brown-red, pulled out and stroked my cum all over her chest, wiping. I wanted her to suck me clean but she wouldn't. I took a shower, then we had coffee and toast, and I left. We haven't run into each other at our favorite haunts in a couple months, but she still likes all my instagram posts, so maybe it'll happen again.

Let me know if I should post more. I can write about about escapades with my ex (hot tub, biology lab, childhood bed, on LSD, you name it), hooking up with my best friend (classic but true), or about more of these empty hookups (some fun like this one, others really embarrassing).