Summary

The author recounts an experience of seeking casual sex during a period of heightened horniness, ultimately deciding against a potential encounter due to the partner's self-centered focus on his own pleasure.

Abstract

The author, who generally prefers meaningful relationships over casual sex, finds themselves exceptionally horny and turns to Bumble in search of a sexual partner. They match with a younger man reminiscent of Chris Cornell, who appears to have potential for great sex based on his impressive physical endowment and the promise of "hard pounding." However, as conversations progress, the man's lack of interest in the author's pleasure and his possessive attitude lead to disillusionment. Despite the man's claims of sexual prowess and the author's initial excitement, the lack of mutuality and consideration for the author's desires results in them choosing to end communication and reconsider their approach to seeking sexual fulfillment.

Opinions

The author values mutual satisfaction and clear communication about sexual expectations.
There is a preference for partners who are attentive to the author's pleasure, not just their own.
The author is put off by possessive behavior in a casual sex context, emphasizing the importance of respecting boundaries and autonomy.
The author is critical of partners who are overly focused on their own sexual performance without regard for their partner's experience.
Despite an initial attraction to the man's appearance and sexual confidence, the author prioritizes emotional intelligence and reciprocity in sexual encounters.

Be Vewy, Vewy Quiet: I am Hunting Dick

A tale of a dick cockblocking himself.

In general, I am not a casual sex person. Anytime that I have ever ended up in a casual situation, I did not initially set out for it to turn out that way. Mainly, casual situations have occurred because I met someone that I was open to seeing if it could be more than casual, and then it turned out that we were best suited for casual.

I rarely ever set out to just find a guy to fuck.

Moreover, these days, I am happily monogamous and happily having sex regularly.

However, I have had those moments where I am not coupled and I am really super horny.

So somewhere in the past, I was experiencing one of those moments (or a few) (or a lot). I will try to be as eloquent as possible when describing the depths of my sexual passion.

Reader: I was horny. I was super duper fucking horny.

I could not keep my hands off myself. I overindulged on my vibrators. I imbibed in long, drawn-out edging and hard pussy pulsating orgasms that were not sufficient enough to even momentarily satisfy.

Next thing you know, I am swiping on Bumble looking for dick (if you didn’t know, horniness often leads to stupid decisions). I swiped right on a few and within a half-hour, a new buzz was in my hive or whatever it is that Bumble says when you match with someone else.

I looked at my notification and there he was: dick.

I had seen this dude a number of times on OK cupid but never took his bait before. He was quite a few years younger but not young enough to be my son. He reminded me of a young, grunge-era Chris Cornell. His pictures betrayed a free-spiritedness that I surmised could work out very well sexually.

The Chris Cornell-lookalike dick was looking for casual. My impression was that he would not really be serious relationship potential. However, he had a tremendous amount of good dick potential.

Since we matched and it was Bumble (where the lady has to go first), I messaged him. Within minutes, he answered me back. A conversation ensued where the casual nature of our mutual interest was spelled out.

He wanted to fuck. I wanted to fuck.

I don’t remember how it exactly happened but he offered me a picture of his dick. I accepted.

Reader, he has quite the dick.

His dick looked extraordinary with an emphasis of noting that it was extra-ordinary. Superhuman ordinary, in fact. It had length. It had girth. Oh, it was quite the beautiful big dick.

Looking at his pictures, my ass winced a bit but my mouth and pussy um…watered.

I was already picturing myself sliding down on that dick and riding myself into quite the bruised cervix…

Here is the thing: some men cock block themselves. They talk too much. I like talkative men but some men are better at being a man of few words. Dick was one of them.

He promised a lot of “hard pounding.” We discussed how much I like sucking dick and how much he enjoys getting his dick sucked. He cums in copious amounts, he says.

Hard fucking, cock sucking, lots of cum! I love all of these things and throw in a big fat long cock on a Chris Cornell-looking guy, I should be wet.

And yet…something was just off.

I pictured dick sucking, jackhammer fucking and that’s about it.

I ask him how he likes to pleasure a woman and he answered: “I will make you mine.”

No, I don’t think so. I don’t want to be his. I thought we had established this.I don’t know what he was talking about but casual and possession don’t go together in my book.

Besides that, his answer betrayed what he had been implying all along: egocentricity or perhaps dickcentricity. I am all about the dick but c’mon, I am not a self-sacrificing slut here. Dicks to fuck don’t get self-sacrifice. I care about my pleasure and I am making sure that I get my cookies too.

What was I going to get out of this? He didn’t even pretend to like to lick pussy. He didn’t want to touch my pussy at all other than fucking it with his ginormous dick. Not a word. He didn’t ask me what I liked. He never showed any kind of indication that I may actually want to cum too.

Sigh

If I am going to just fuck, the fucking better damn well be good.

I felt very underwhelmed here (and I really like a hand on my throat and sucking dick!). The more we talked, the more I felt underwhelmed.

I thought I would be fair. I pointed out how I suspected it was going to be just fucking (just PIV). He denied that but then went on to talk more about his dick, send more pictures of his dick, and brag how far he could cum.

(Why do I care about his cum shooting abilities? I don’t.)

I unmatched him and gave up on the notion of looking for dick. I decided that looking for a man was a much better idea. I also decided that looking for a man who was looking for a woman (and not just a pussy) was the best decision of all.