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Tinder Sex Machine

Never judge a book by its cover.

The life of a single mom ain’t easy. I got to pay the bills and take care of the children, without forgetting I need a life, too.

The first months after my husband left me for another woman were the worst. I felt empty, ugly, unwanted. But I’m a psychologist and at least I know the theory: I worked myself out of the slump and began living a new life.

The main thing I needed to rebuild my self-confidence was sex, I knew it. I needed to feel desired, wanted.

Every two weeks the kids are at their dad’s.

Every two weeks I try a new man.

Where do I find them?

On Tinder, of course.

Tonight, it’s Fred’s turn. He is married, but I don’t care. When we texted, he wrote that he cheats on his wife just to feel the thrill of the unknown, now and then. I can’t say I don’t understand his reasoning. After all, I’m looking for new dicks every week… who am I to judge?

I look at him while he approaches my table. A nice man in his forties. Fit, but not too big like the military man I’ve had a date with a month ago. That man was so huge that I felt threatened by his presence. So heavy I couldn’t move as he crushed me on the mattress, fucking me.

So much self-confidence… and yet he was a total failure.

Ooh, yes… he took me hard! He made my pussy sore, too. But no big-O, no connection whatsoever. And a dick thick… but pretty short.

Fred looks more like a runner. I’ve always liked such men. They don’t show off, but usually, when they hold you in their arms you feel all their power.

The date proceeds fast. We talk about our expectation, we hold hands, we joke about a couple sitting close to us who seems to be on their first date, too. I find it cute when he says he luckier than the other man because he’s got a prettier date.

He’s a nice man. To be honest, he gives off a too tender and polite vibe, to be a good lover.

When we exit the wine bar and he offers to walk me home, I accept, but I don’t think I’ll invite him in.

But then, around halfway to my apartment, he suddenly kisses me. With such passion that it makes me melt right away. When our lips depart, my pussy is already pulsating. His tongue playing with mine and his hands caressing my back and butt were enough to drive me crazy in a moment.

I invite him in.

“Just for a drink,” I say, as to justify myself.

I want him, but I’ve never been the one to take the first step. I open a bottle of wine, we sit on the sofa in my living room. We kiss, we cuddle. The way he caresses me reminds me of a lover’s touch. One-nighters usually don’t lose time in such foreplay.

Fred seems to want that, more than anything. In his eyes, I see complete adoration. I feel like a goddess.

When he slides his hands behind my back and expertly unhooks my bra, I think he may not be that naïve, after all.

Soon, I have the confirmation. He doesn’t lick my tits… he makes love to them! At first, he fondles and caresses them. Then he teases my hardening nipples, making me twitch in need. When his lips wrap around one of my areolas, I’m already dying to be pleased.

I pull my panties down, freeing my pussy under the short skirt. I let him touch my clit, finger me, discover me. I’m drenched as I’ve rarely been with all the other flings. This man is making me rediscover sensations I had forgotten.

Guess I need some foreplay, after all.

I grab his hand and pull him upstairs, to my room, on my bed. I undress him with eagerness. I kneel on the carpet and slide his cock into my mouth as soon as his briefs are no more. It’s a magnificent cock. Long, tasty… with such a nice scent.

Fred grabs my head and fucks my mouth. Really, the tender and gentle man holding my hands and caressing my tits just a moment ago… is now making me choke and drool all over his cock.

If anything, the change in his attitude makes me even hornier. I soon drag him on the bed, spreading my legs to invite him in.

Fuck… he’s so good!

His cock slides in and out my pussy, his crotch teases my clit, his presence overwhelms me. I caress his back and butt, his arms and chest. His muscles are firm, dry, sculpted. And his cock pulsating right against my cervix is exactly what I need.

The orgasm grows inside me, making me quiver and shudder under his thrusts. Soon, my insides are squeezing him, as an incredible climax takes over me.

I don’t think I’ve ever cum this fast. But right as I wonder if the evening has already finished, he begins pumping inside me again.

He rocks his hips, now using me to please his cock. My pussy is so wet and relaxed now, that his tip slides all the way to my cervix. I feel completely submitted to his will, to his power.

I want more of this.

I feel him pulsating deep inside me… I’m so sure he’s going to cum, to fill my womb with his seed… but once again, he surprises me. He stops, turns me around, pushes me to lay face-down on the bed and crawls over me once again. His cock is soon between my legs, deep in my cunt.

And he fucks me. God, if he fucks me!

For seconds, then minutes which feel like hours. He just pushes me down with his hands on my back and continues using my pussy, rubbing my insides, making me quiver and shiver… making me feel wanted and… well, loved.

Why the fuck did I say I wanted more?

He doesn’t stop… this man is like a fucking sex machine. I have to ask Fred to cum, to make him stop. I have to beg him to cum, and when I do, he chuckles and continues to ram his cock inside my pussy, pressing me against the mattress.

It feels like he could go on for hours, but he’s trying his best to finish soon, for me.

Then, just before cumming, he pulls his cock out and turns me around. He explodes on my belly, with longs shots of cum dirtying me up to my neck.

I lay on the bed, tired but satisfied, slowly spreading his cum on my body as I caress myself.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt such a woman, like tonight.

Fred’s last surprise is the best and the worst, at the same moment.

The best, because he lies at my sides and… guess what… he cuddles me! Is that even possible? He’s just come! My partners usually either fall asleep or leave, when they are done.

Fred, instead, genuinely takes care of me. Caresses my entire body with light strokes of his fingertips, covering me with goosebumps. When I timidly try to touch him, he tells me just to relax, and enjoy.

Ooh, I do. I love it.

Why the worst, then?

Because I’ll likely not see him again. Because if I’ll do, it’ll be just for another incredible session of sex… which feels too much like love.

I would fall for such a man.

It’s his fault I finally remember how it feels. His fault I finally want to fall in love again.

A Tinder date’s fault.

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