Meeting Up With a GoneWild Poster (M/F) | 2016

This is not the happiest of stories, but a real one.

She had an incredible body. She knew what she had, she knew how to pose. Her pussy was perfect. Her frame, long, lean, but still had an ass. The sun was hitting her fair skin, a favorite of mine.

Fuck it. I hit the envelope, wrote something sloppily, added a picture of me, and sent it off. I've sent maybe a hundred of these messages. Some led to skype or kik, most I got no response. It was like fishing. A few hrs later, I had mail and so I tried to figure out where this girl was. I asked, "where are you that the sun is so bright outside your window".

I was about to head out to the bars with some buddies of mine. I picked up my phone and noticed I had another message. It was from her. She said she lived in my neighborhood. I responded: "wow, me too".

I checked my phone during a lull in the night. 2 messages, both from her. She seemed a bit desperate in both. I gave her my kik.

I woke up. I had 3 kik messages from her and another on reddit. I chatted with her through the day. We kik'd back in forth which led to some revealing facts, not ones you'd want to know. She sent me photos without me asking for them. She had no interest in me, just what I thought of her. I told her body was beautiful and she should be proud of it and cherish. She criticized it. Told me how all the guys take her out, fuck her, and never talk to her again.

"come to the mall, I'm off and shopping". It wasnt far, I had some free time, so I went to meet her. She was tall, no one wouldve known what she was hiding underneath her simple shirt and jeans. It was an awkward encounter that didnt last long. I made up and excuse that I had work to get back to after a 15 minute walk around.

She messaged me in the morning. She had gone on a date with a guy. He was the one. She was heads over heels about him. By the time evening came around, she flooded me with messages again. "he hasnt texted me" , "what should I do", "I texted him". I was losing my interest.

She asked why I didn't stay at the mall longer, if I thought she was pretty. Flashing signs. Stop talking to her.

At some point, we had exchanged skype usernames. she kik'd me to get on while at work. I did. She was upset about something. I talked with her for a while, tried to get her off the subject. I couldnt help it. "pull out your toy and make yourself feel better". To my surprise, she did. And never turned off the camera. She'd done this many times before, I knew it.

Stop it. Dont do it. A few days later, we were skyping again. Stop it, dont do it. She was talking about how much she hated her body. "If I had your body infront of me, I'd run my hands over every inch of it." I told her she needed to stop being so critical of it.

I'm working, she calls me. Stop it. Dont do it. "Do you want to run your hands all over my body?". Stop it. Dont do it. I get in the car. I'm driving. I was there. I didn't ask her what the scars were from. She said she was wet. I asked if I could feel it.