One Full Moon

[Mo****]

One night, when the moon was full.
I was stressed and overwhelmed and met Mr. Right now. He slid into my DMs seamlessly, relaxed and respectful. He was witty and charismatic. Although he didn't look like someone, I'd give a second glance to normally. I felt safe and comfortable chatting. He lived very close, hours of chatting, and video calls turned into chatting in the front seat of his car. Although he had made his intentions direct in a non vulgar manner, I still felt intrigued.
It had been a while since my body had been fully appreciated, and I was overdue.

I let him into my place and chatted more. I had gotten so relaxed that i didn't realize he had moved closer and was now touching me casually. After a while, he reached out to touch my breast still in a casual manner, but my body didn't recoil. I was surprised by my calm acceptance, which he also noticed.

He took my top off and gently ran his hands over my bra, squeezing my nipples. I was confused that this stranger's hands were on me, and it felt intense and so good.

Things escalated quickly from there and the next thing I knew he was pulling my lips apart and licking my clit while pinching my nipples.

I couldn't clear my thoughts. My mind glitched. Everything was happening so swiftly it was unfamiliar, but I wasn't stopping him. I thought I 'd ease into things a bit slower, consent to every touch in my mind. Instead, I was struggling with my body's need to relieve tension.

After a while, I gave him a few condoms. It was time. Bit suddenly, he became carnal and ferocious. He laid me down on my stomach, spread my cheeks and fucked my pussy faster and harder than I had experienced in years. It was both frightening and thrilling. He flipped me back and forth in several positions until I was dizzy.

But after, when the dust settled, as he was drenched in sweat, less than attractive, that feeling started seeping into me.

The realization of my actions, regrets, disgust, and shame. I was starring at this oddly looking guy who'd just wrecked my body and had me cascading down his meat like melted cheese.

The only thing that gave me any solace was that he seemed to at least be a nice guy. Maybe i hadn't made a mistake. As we walked to the door and said our farewells. He looked back and said he was happy to find such a good fuck so close to home. How he'd be looking forward to doing it again.

My skin immediately started to crawl, iicc, what a fucking mistake!

The next day, I felt like I had run a 5k marathon, and my boobs were bruised. I thought omg, I can't believe i did that. Imagining what that jerk must think of me, whatever, it never fucking happened. Message him it will never happen again.

Yet days after, still swollen, I wanted more...

I struggled with the iicc I felt of being referred to as a 'fuck', the audacity. On the other hand, i desperately needed a balanced diet of release, and he had gotten me so wet.

I rravhed out to him heyyy. But thought I was playing games with him, and git uptight

In reality, I was trying to determine whether I could tolerate being touched by someone so disrespectful. If my body could handle another brutal beating. If it was worth dealing with someone who was apparently "for the streets" and only mildly attractive at best.

I make the worst decisions during a full moon.

[Tackyman24]

We saw a huge one in lafayette the night before last and the factory i used to work at had a huge fire explode out of nowhere

[yo****]

Maybe you need to service your “picker”, by your own admission, I’m “not your type”, and that may be completely true, but if it had been me, you would have been looking at a really cute and sweet guy with a jammin tight body, who besides devouring your entire vagina and giving your clit an unforgettable experience in multiple orgasms, but would have tuned your body into every major, minor and augmented key imaginable, and left you with the respect a beautiful woman as yourself rightly deserves 🙃
Just say’in 😍😊😈🥰

[Mo****]

36 minutes ago, yoursfrankly8 said:

Maybe you need to service your “picker”, by your own admission, I’m “not your type”, and that may be completely true, but if it had been me, you would have been looking at a really cute and sweet guy with a jammin tight body, who besides devouring your entire vagina and giving your clit an unforgettable experience in multiple orgasms, but would have tuned your body into every major, minor and augmented key imaginable, and left you with the respect a beautiful woman as yourself rightly deserves 🙃
Just say’in 😍😊😈🥰

I certainly won't disagree in that my picker could use some fine tuning. 🤭 In my defense, the stars simply aligned during a moment I was ***.

[yo****]

Everyone’s “picker”, needs adjustment 😔

[yo****]

Bur what stands out the most is how amazingly brave you are in sharing your vulnerability. A vulnerability that we all have and rarely have the guts or honesty to share , expose and openly investigate in public… your honesty and bravery should be admired.

[bo****]

This is not your fault and shame on the above for blaming you.

Fuck that guy.

We shouldn’t feel used after meeting, we should feel built up and pleased.

Have you been with a woman?