u/Almondsprout

Looking for company tonight. Drinks first, see where it goes. Prefer someone who can hold a conversation and knows what they're doing after.

Stats and your availability in DM tonight ;)

Into being rated, worshipped, and filled. Want someone confident who knows what they like and takes it.
I require thorough satisfaction tonight. I prefer rough, deep encounters that render me unable to recall my own name.

Age + what you want to do to me in first message.

For three months, I had been sharing an elevator with a man who lived three doors down. Our interactions consisted entirely of stolen glances and unspoken tension. He was always returning from the gym, his clothing damp with exertion, while I began selecting my wardrobe specifically for these encounters. Thin fabrics, deliberate choices. We never spoke. Not until Tuesday.

I had decided that morning to wear nothing beneath my dress. The fabric was thin, ivory, and left very little to interpretation. When the elevator stopped at the ninth floor and revealed an empty hallway, he reached past me and engaged the emergency stop. Then he turned, placed his hand upon my jaw, and kissed me. It was not tentative. His mouth was certain, demanding, and his hand moved immediately to my breast where he found my nipple already hardened against the material. I gasped against his mouth, arching into his body, and felt the distinct pressure of his erection against my stomach.

I managed only two words. "Your place."

We moved quickly. Once inside his apartment, with the door secured, his hands were beneath my dress, his fingers finding the wetness between my thighs with unerring accuracy. I moaned against the doorframe as he worked my clitoris with his thumb while two fingers curled inside me, pressing against the anterior wall with practiced precision. He lifted me without effort, carried me to his couch, and removed my dress entirely. Then he stepped back and looked at me. I was completely exposed, spread before him, and I watched his face as he appreciated what was offered.

His disrobing was unhurried. He allowed me to observe everything. The sculpted definition of his shoulders, the taut planes of his abdomen, and finally his cock, which was substantial in both length and girth, curved slightly upward, already beading with fluid at the tip. He stroked himself once, twice, watching my expression. Then he knelt between my thighs and placed his mouth upon me.

His tongue was skilled and deliberate. He located my clitoris immediately, sucking with firm pressure while his fingers maintained their rhythm inside me, curling to press my most sensitive area with each stroke. I gripped his hair, grounding myself against his mouth, and felt the pressure build with alarming speed. My thighs began to tremble around his head. My breathing became shallow and erratic. My hips bucked against his face of their own accord.

The orgasm arrived suddenly and with considerable force. My back arched completely off the couch. A scream tore from my throat. My vaginal walls contracted around his fingers in rhythmic waves that seemed to originate from my core and radiate throughout my entire body. I shook violently, my nails digging into his scalp, my thighs clamping around his head with involuntary strength. He continued his ministrations throughout, extending my climax, drawing out every spasm until I lay limp and trembling, my vision edged with white, my chest heaving for air.

He rose, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and positioned himself at my entrance. He pushed inside slowly, incrementally, allowing me to feel every inch of his penetration, the stretch and fullness as he claimed me completely. I cried out, my nails now digging into his shoulders, pulling him deeper until he was fully seated, throbbing within me, his pelvis flush against mine.

He established a steady rhythm, each thrust deep enough to contact my cervix, causing me to gasp with every stroke. Then he withdrew, flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips upward, and entered me from behind at a deeper angle. This position allowed him to strike my anterior fornix with each thrust. I pushed back to meet his movements, creating a loud, rhythmic sound of contact that filled the otherwise silent room.

I felt a second climax building. The trembling in my thighs returned, my breathing became erratic, and my muscles tightened around him involuntarily. Then I came again, my body clamping down upon him in pulsing waves, milking his shaft, my screams filling the space around us. Wave after wave of sensation rolled through me, my toes curling, my spine arching, my body gripping him with such intensity that he groaned and thrust deeply to maintain his position within me.

He withdrew once more, turned me onto my back, and entered me in the missionary position. His full weight settled upon me, his chest pressed against my breasts, and he increased his pace, watching my face intently as he moved within me. His breathing became ragged, labored, and I felt him swell inside me, growing harder, thicker, preparing for his own release.

I spoke the words he needed to hear. "Come inside me."

He groaned, buried himself to the hilt, and ejaculated. It was thick, warm, and copious, filling me, pulsing for what seemed like minutes. I felt every distinct spurt, every pulse of his release as he emptied himself into me, marking me as his. He collapsed upon me, still partially erect, still throbbing within me, his semen already beginning to seep from between my thighs.

We remained in bed throughout the morning, coupling again in the shower, then against his window, then upon his floor. We ordered food at noon, and while I attempted to eat, he bent me over his kitchen table and took me once more.

By Sunday, when I returned to my own apartment, three doors away, I walked with a distinct gait, my body covered in the evidence of our encounters, tender and profoundly satisfied. On Monday morning, we met again in the elevator. He entered, smiled, and his hand found my buttocks immediately.

"Morning," he said.

"Morning," I managed, already aroused, already prepared for more.

We descended together, his hand remaining upon me, already discussing our sixth encounter.

send me yours monsters in my inbox ;) maybe exchange something too hehe