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I hope this will be part 1 of an amazing journey. Let me know what you think about this situation so far.
I still remember the exact moment I swiped right on Amanda on Tinder. Her profile was straightforward: she was looking for something casual, no strings. I was after something serious. The mismatch should have stopped us cold, but the spark between us was immediate and undeniable. A week later we were in her apartment, her on a break from her boyfriend, and what started as a simple hook-up quickly became an addictive friends-with-benefits arrangement.
Those early nights were raw and intense. Amanda was insatiable. She’d climb on top of me, rolling her hips in deep, greedy circles while I wore a condom. Her favorite vibrator would be buzzing hard against her clit the whole time. I discovered I could cum three times in one night with her — something I’d never managed before. I’d finish once, catch my breath, change the condom, and slide back inside her for round two. Sometimes a third round followed, me taking her from behind while she pressed the toy tighter against herself until her legs shook and she came loud enough to wake the neighbors.
Afterward, lying tangled in the sheets, she’d open up about her past adventures. She told me about the sex clubs she used to visit — dim rooms, anonymous bodies, the thrill of not knowing whose hands or cock would touch her next. She’d had threesomes, group play, all of it. I listened, heart racing, and told her honestly, “I’m open-minded. I could try that stuff with you sometime.”
Our relationship moved in waves because of her on-again-off-again boyfriend. She’d decide to try again with him, and we’d stop seeing each other completely. Then they’d break up, and she’d reach out to me late at night. We’d fall right back into the same hot rhythm — always protected, always ending with her vibrator humming while I fucked her through multiple orgasms. The push-pull only made the sex feel more urgent and addictive.
Eventually her relationship with the ex ended for good. The casual hook-ups had quietly deepened into something real. We talked about trying for a serious relationship, and the conversation naturally turned to trust and protection. We decided to stop using condoms.
The first time I slid into Amanda bareback is still burned into my memory.
She was on her back, legs wrapped tight around my waist, eyes locked on mine. No latex — just slick, perfect heat. I pushed in slowly, savoring every inch as her walls clenched around my bare cock. She reached for her vibrator and pressed it firmly against her swollen clit while I started thrusting, long and deep.
“Fuck… you feel incredible,” she moaned, her free hand digging into my shoulder.
The sensation overwhelmed me. Skin on skin, her warmth gripping me completely — it was nothing like the condom days. I tried to hold back, but I couldn’t. I buried myself as deep as I could and came hard, pulsing inside her, filling her with thick spurts of cum while she kept the vibrator buzzing against her clit. She was right on the edge. When I started to soften, I didn’t pull out. I stayed buried in her, rocking my hips in shallow thrusts, grinding against her as she chased her orgasm.
“Come on, baby… cum on my cock,” I whispered, voice rough with need.
Amanda’s back arched sharply. Her pussy fluttered and squeezed around me as the orgasm crashed through her. She cried out, body trembling, her walls milking every last drop from me while my cum leaked out around my softening shaft. It was messy, intimate, and utterly addictive. We stayed like that for a long time, breathing hard, her vibrator finally switched off.
After that night, life got in the way. Work trips, her getting sick, my car breaking down — everything conspired to keep us apart. The daily messages grew shorter. The heat between us cooled into a frustrating simmer. I started wondering if the spark was fading.
Then one evening my phone lit up with a text from Amanda.
“Are we sexually exclusive yet? I think no but I want to make sure we’re on the same page. Not that I’m actively meeting people but I’m gonna be a week in a foreign country, might have opportunities for casual fun.”
My cock twitched instantly. I typed back:
“Sounds fun, but that’s something I would wanna be involved with ?
If we are not then we need to talk about safety, I mean if we gonna keep having unprotected sex with each other.”
Her reply came quickly, direct as always.
“If I banged some Greek guy would you want to hear about it? ? Some people like such details.”
Heat flooded through me. I answered honestly:
“Yeah I think I would wanna hear about it. I’m kind of new to this but it sure is hot exploring our sexuality. And I think it’s hot if you’d find some company. But that’s something I never tried so don’t know how I gonna feel about it.”
That opened the floodgates.
Amanda started sharing more. She told me again about her sex club days, the threesomes, how much she loved getting fucked by other guys while still craving the connection with me. Then she dropped her fantasy:
“I have a fantasy of being blindfolded and waiting in bed while some guy chosen by my partner — you — comes in and fucks me, and I’ll never even see his face ?”
My heart pounded as I read it. She kept going, describing how she wanted to be blindfolded with me and another guy taking turns. The only way she’d know the difference was that I fucked her bare, so she could feel my cum inside her, while the stranger wore a condom. She loved the idea of not knowing who was inside her at any moment.
We kept texting late into the night. She was away on her work trip now, and I knew how horny she got when she was alone in a hotel room. We agreed that while she was there, she could look for a guy if the opportunity felt right. I’d help her pick him out through messages — seeing photos, hearing descriptions — and we’d decide together if she went through with it. The thought of her out there, possibly getting fucked by someone else while I guided it from afar, made me harder than I’d been in weeks.
Right now she’s still on that trip. I can picture her in her hotel bed, horny and restless, vibrator in hand, thinking about blindfolds and strangers and my bare cock claiming her afterward. The distance is killing me, but the anticipation is electric. Every text from her makes my pulse race. I don’t know exactly how I’ll feel when — or if — it actually happens, but the exploration itself already has me hooked.
This is our story now — no longer just friends with benefits, no longer strictly exclusive, but something raw, honest, and wide open. I’m Patric, and Amanda is pulling me deeper into desires I never knew I had.
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