Girl on the Net

This week’s anonymous guest blogger has visited before, to tell an astonishingly hot story about watching his girlfriend cheat on him (seriously, check it out, it’s amazing). Today he’s back with a story about a delicious encounter that happened during a time when he’d given up on any sexual encounters at all. Those who read this blog a lot will understand why I’m so into it (cough ‘good girl‘ cough), and why I’m so delighted that he’s chosen to share his tale of fucking a good girl after a long period of abstinence…

Fucking a good girl after abstinence

Nine months. That’s how long I took to give myself a full sexual detox. I’d grown tired, weary and frustrated with the endless grind of online dating. Apps felt impersonal, judgmental, cruel. I’d become bored of the people I was trying to impress and I’m sure they’d become similarly bored of me. I needed a break. Dating wasn’t working, and I was tying myself up in knots with the pressure to get laid that so many men get wrapped up in. What I needed was to do something I’d never done: nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

No dating. No sex. And for long periods of time, no masturbation. For anyone out there feeling abject despair with our modern conceit of online dating, I wholeheartedly recommend a healthy diet of absolutely nothing. I took the time to work on myself: to become healthier and, eventually, happier.

So it feels cliché to point this out but it’s often when you least expect something to happen that something… happens. There I was, in the middle of my boner sobriety and I met someone that hit me like a lightning bolt. And we fucked. Good lord, we fucked.

She made me wait, at first. We’d talked up a storm for weeks on end and I was convinced we were going to strip in my bedroom right away and thrill each other to death. But she made me wait. How could she? Indeed, she sensed my frustrations and it made her giggle like the devil had gotten inside of her.

“Did you think I’d just let you fuck me right away?” she giggled, again dismissively.

Desire surged through my veins. I wanted her.

And then we waited. Like, actually waited. For hours, in fact. By the time the sun had set and it was dark outside, we kissed again, harder than before, more passionate than before. I told her how much of a bad girl she was. Her ears perked up.

“How could I be a bad girl?” she asked, feigning innocence.

“Good girls do as they’re told,” I declared.

And with that, I took a handful of her hair and pulled hard. Her neck arched backwards and she gasped, swearing under her breath.

“Listen to me,” I demanded. “You’re going to get on your knees when I tell you to. Do you understand?”

She giggled in response, saying nothing, staring right back at me, almost challenging me.

I said, “do you understand?”

“Yes,” she told me, rolling her eyes sarcastically.

I spun her around on the spot and cracked my palm across her behind. It reverberated loudly around my room.

“I think you understand me now, don’t you?”

She suppressed the stinging sensations and muttered a “yes, sir.”

“Now, do you know what good girls do when they’re on their knees?”

She nodded, mumbling a “yes.”

“That’s right.” I stared at her, my hand snaking down her body, in between her legs, my fingers gently opening her up. She was wet. I tasted it on the tip of my tongue.

“Then get to work,” I demanded.

She fell to her knees and almost immediately swallowed the tip of my cock. It took me aback slightly, gasping hard as she slid her mouth to the base of it. I swore loudly and she giggled in response. She continually maintained pace, sliding her mouth up and down me until saliva began to form around the length of my shaft. Eventually, she grabbed at my cock with her hand and worked on the length of it as she sucked the tip. The sensation was almost too much to bear.

I started to loosen my grip on her hair: she didn’t need guiding anymore.

I realised, at this point, that my blinds weren’t drawn and that actually the entire street was being treated to this incredible display of cocksucking. I pulled out of her and I told her I was going to draw the blinds and that she’d better stay put. She nodded, but I didn’t really believe she was genuine. With a track record as naughty as hers, I was sceptical.

I walked over to blind one of four and drew it shut. I peeked behind to see her. She was sitting there pleasantly, waiting for me almost expectantly. It was strange to see her so well behaved. I drew blind number two and checked once again: still behaving well. I checked again once blind number three came to a close.

“You’re being such a good girl,” I remarked. She smiled and shrugged as if to say ‘of course I am.’

I hastily finished drawing up blind number four and returned to the standard operating procedure. I snaked my fingers back into her hair and slid myself inside her mouth. She dutifully reciprocated, taking mouthful after mouthful of me. I swore, panting hard under my breath.

“What a good girl,” I told her.

In the middle of all of this I realised what a wild ride it was. Only a few weeks before I had resigned myself to an almost Christian sense of celibacy. It made my head spin a little: I zoned out, confused about the ride, but thrilled by the speed at which we were going.

We transitioned to the bed. She was firmly in well-behaved territory by now, allowing herself to be placed on all fours, my fingers still locked around her hair, but now I was using the momentum we’d built up to pull her back down on to me, repeatedly, again and again, occasionally leaning down and whispering into her ear.

“Such a good girl,” I’d remark, and she’d moan and purr in appreciation.

I’m constantly learning more about myself. I entered my thirties somewhat bewilderingly, successfully defeating the early stumbles out of the gate, and now getting into a comfortable pace at age 32, I’ve found joy in openness. And while solitude worked for me for a while, it became clear that no man should ever be an island. Sometimes, you have room for two.

Or maybe just room to be fucked like you’ve never been fucked before.

I’m happy I let go.