The [f]irst time I fucked so[m]eone I met online... | 2016

I've been debating for a long time whether or not I should publish a series of ebooks about my sexual experiences. I love r/gonewildstories, so I figure it would be the most appropriate place to validate my idea.

The original story is almost 6,000 words that I wrote on a whim one night. I'll be happy to post more than an excerpt if r/gonewildstories would like.

So, without further ado....

EDIT: Full story uploaded to http://jkarver.tumblr.com/ this afternoon. Needs some formatting. Willing to post more if people enjoyed this.

“I thought with lips like that you’d be a good kisser,” she said in such a way that let me know her expectations had been met.

“You’re pretty good at it yourself.” And that moment was like lighting a match in a meth lab, the initial spark that would soon result in an explosion of penned up attraction and sexual frustration. We kissed again, though I was surprised to find her hands pawing at me before I had made an attempt to explore her body. It was both reassuring and extremely arousing to know that she wasn’t interested in being respectful and chivalrous.

Before I knew it she had unbuttoned and untucked my shirt, dropping it to the floor without our lips ever really parting. A moment later she was pulling the bottom of my white undershirt up towards my face, where we parted just long enough for her to pull the shirt up over my head.

“Holy shit…” she whispered, giving me an ego boost unlike any I’ve had before.

The way she reached out and ever-so-gently trailed her hand down over my chest and stomach made my skin burn with anticipation. She looked almost hungry, her eyes shimmering with a desire that I had never really seen in a woman’s eyes before. To know that I was causing this reaction was enough to squash any insecurities that I was having before. I wrapped my arms around her just under the curve of her ass, lifting her and (thanks to my previous recon of the room) easing her down onto her back on the reading chair/ottoman combination set off in a corner of the suite. Her frightened squeal and subsequent giggling made me smile in the process.

I was finished with this playing around. Maybe if we hadn’t met under such vulgar pretences there would be more romance, more foreplay, but that was not the case. We were both in unspoken agreement that this was not sex, this was a FUCK. I reached under her, threading my fingers under both her pants and panties, easing them around the curve of her ass and down off of her legs. With my nerves gone and the more natural evolutionary aggression taking over, I forced her legs apart and, without hesitation, buried my head in her lap.

I heard her suck the oxygen from the room with a startled breath, grabbing at the arms of the chair when my tongue, lightly at first, began to tease up and down along her slit. I relished in the taste, thoroughly enjoying one of my favorite aspects of sex. My eyes were closed as I focused on lapping at her folds, each stroke slightly more deliberate than the last. By the time I took a moment to glance up at her, she had already removed her shirt and bra to reveal her round, full bosoms. They were even more alluring that I recalled them being on camera during our chat sessions.

With a renewed vigor I returned to my duties, sliding one hand up over her stomach to cup and massage her breast. I was becoming very busy, squeezing her nipple while my other hand plunged a finger into her warm, wet cunt. I focused the lashing of my tongue to her clit then, brushing her g-spot repeatedly with a deliberate “come hither” motion. She seemed to be impressed, closing her eyes and biting her lip while releasing a series of pleasurable, almost primal moans. It was all I could do not to smile at this sight, combined with the fact that she had one hand buried in my hair and the other on clenched around my bicep.

I tormented her with my tongue for a few minutes longer, escalating both in speed and intensity. She was in no way shy, occasionally squeezing here, scratching there. I took it as a compliment, assuming that was her way of reacting to the pleasure of my special treatment for her. She gave equal attention to lashing out at the chair and on one particular occasion she put a hand on each armrest, lifting herself up slightly with a gasp…

“Oh fuck….”

I wasn’t letting her get off that easily. I put a knee up on the ottoman to steady myself, sliding an arm under her butt to hold her hips airborne. Despite a bit of fatigue in my jaw and tongue, I pressed my mouth harder into her pussy, flicking the tip of my tongue over her clit and fast as I could. In the same moment I continued to fingerfuck her, curling my fingertip back towards me on the inside. It wasn’t long before her legs began to shake and she started to squirm. I used my supporting arm to steady her, continuing my barrage of her most sensitive parts. A few moments later, she came violently, her pussy instantly transforming into a vice grip that threatened to hold me in its grip forever.

The sound of her orgasm was unsettling, a series of almost-screams that rang out throughout the suite. Clearly, she wasn’t worried about the neighbors hearing, so neither did I. After her muscles relaxed and she collapsed into a heap on the chair, I eased back and kneeled on the edge of the ottoman, delighting in her….well, delight.

I was startled by what happened next. She practically attacked me, taking only a moment or two to revel in her own orgasm before crawling towards me and beginning to fiddle around with my belt. I leaned back to help ease her troubles, but after just a few seconds she became frustrated, giving me a gentle push and mumbling…

“Whatever, just get them the fuck off…”

I was happy to oblige, though I was especially pleased to see her lean back and begin to touch herself again. I was falling in love with this girl more and more every minute. I fumbled a bit in removing my shoes, socks and pants, but after a short pause I was done, despite her chorus of “mmm’s” and “ahh’s” in the background.