$name1 is bored in her University dorm room. In her boredom she takes to a dating app, and matches with the older $name2. They get chatting and soon he visits her dorm…
It was just another Tuesday night in $name1’s cramped dorm room. A messy nest of textbooks, empty takeout containers, and an assortment of trinkets from years past adorned every surface.
Finally having a moment to myself, I found myself scrolling through a dating app, looking for anything to captivate my attention.
That’s when I found him.
$name2. 42 years old, an Adonis of a man with a physique worthy of praise. I couldn’t help but find myself drawn to him.
He had an air of confidence that seemed to radiate off the screen. I decided to strike up a conversation with him, and before I knew it, we were deep in conversation about everything from music to books.
“What kind of music do you like?” I asked, playing with a stray lock of my short, curly hair.
“Oh, a little bit of everything,” he replied, a hint of a smile in his voice. “I’m a sucker for classic rock, but I also love discovering new artists.
What about you?” $name2 asked.
I bit my lip, hesitating. “Well, I’m really into indie pop at the moment, but I also love a good throwback to the ’80s every now and then,” I laughed.
$name2 chuckled. “That’s cool. I’m always open to checking out new music. Do you have any recommendations?”
I couldn’t believe it – I had just met this guy and we were already bonding over music. “Yeah, actually! You should check out this band called The 1975.
Their sound is definitely worth a listen. As for ’80s music, I can’t get enough of Cyndi Lauper and Madonna. They were just so iconic.”
$name2’s eyes lit up. “I love The 1975! I hadn’t heard of them before, but I checked them out after we started talking. And I can definitely get behind your love for Cyndi Lauper and Madonna. Their music still holds up today.”
We chatted for what felt like hours, laughing and joking as if we were old friends.
I couldn’t help but feel a magnetic pull towards him, like we were destined to meet.
“You know what, $name1?” $name2 said, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I can’t help but feel like I need to see you in person. Would you maybe want to meet up sometime?”
I was taken aback. I had never met someone from the internet before, let alone someone I had such a strong connection with. But something told me this was different.
“Sure,” I said, my heart racing.
“I’d love to meet you, $name2.”
We made plans for him to come over to my dorm room the next night. I couldn’t focus on anything the rest of the evening, my mind consumed with thoughts of what was to come.
The next night, I straightened up my room as best as I could, clearing a path to my bed and tidying up the pile of clothes on the floor. I lit a candle and put on some soft music, nerves building in my stomach as I awaited $name2’s arrival.
It wasn’t often that I allowed myself to be vulnerable, but something about him felt different.
When there was a knock on the door, my heart raced as I made my way to answer it. There he was, standing tall and handsome in a dark, fitted shirt with a hint of muscle peeking out from the sleeves. His eyes locked onto mine and he gave me a heart-stopping smile.
“Hey, beautiful,” he said, his voice gruff yet gentle.
I felt my body heat up, anticipation stronger than ever before.
He was hotter in person, if that was even possible. We stood there for a moment, taking each other in, before he leaned in and gently pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was everything I imagined it would be – soft yet passionate, hungry but controlled.
He pulled back, a devilish smile on his face. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
I blushed, feeling a shiver run down my spine at his dirty words. I couldn’t believe this was happening – me, a young university student, and him, a man ten years my senior. But I didn’t care.
I wanted him. And from the look in his eyes, he wanted me too.
“Come in,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. The air in the room felt heavy and thick with tension. I could feel my heartbeat quicken as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer.
“Fuck, $name1, you have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to this.”
His hands began to wander, tracing the curves of my body with a hunger that sent shivers down my spine.
He cupped my ass, pulling me tight against him as he ground himself against me.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this, baby,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear.
My body felt like it was on fire, aching for him to touch me, to claim me as his own. I moaned quietly, my hands reaching for his belt, eager to free his massive cock.
“Don’t rush, $name1,” he said, a low warning in his voice.
$name2’s strong hands traced a path over $name1’s petite frame, causing her to shudder involuntarily. She had been feeling unfulfilled for so long, seeking excitement wherever she could, but she never expected to find someone like $name2.
He leaned in close, his breath hot and heavy on her neck. $name1 closed her eyes, feeling his lips brush against her skin as he whispered filthy obscenities into her ear. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was, how much she wanted him right then and there.
$name1’s heart raced as he lifted her up, carrying her over to her bed.
They tumbled onto the mattress, a flurry of limbs and tangled sheets. $name2 pulled off his shirt, revealing a toned and muscular chest. $name1’s eyes widened as she stared at him, unable to believe she was finally here with him.
He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep and passionate kiss. His tongue probed her mouth, tasting and exploring every inch of her.
She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and the anticipation made her groan with need.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he growled, as he began to grind his hips against hers. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, and she couldn’t believe how turned on she was already.
$name1 ran her hands over his muscular back, feeling the sweat gather as their passions ignited. He slipped a hand under her shirt, cupping her breast and massaging it gently.
She moaned softly, arching her back and pressing herself closer to him. He took his time teasing her, lightly tracing his fingers over her hardening nipple before pinching it between his fingers. She gasped, biting down on her lip as she felt a bolt of pleasure shoot straight to her core.
“Fuck, $name1,” he growled, as he continued to tease her with his fingers. “You’re so wet for me already.”
She knew he was right, she could feel it too.
Her breath hitched as he slid his hand down her body, fingers tracing a path towards the waistband of her shorts.
He wasted no time, slipping his fingers beneath the material and finding her hot and wet, already slick with desire. She writhed beneath him, hips bucking upwards as he began to gently massage her clit in slow circles.
“$name2, fuck,” she gasped, a tremor running through her body at the feeling of his fingers on her. He smirked, his eyes dark and intense as he continued to tease her.
“You like that, don’t you, $name1?”
Without waiting for an answer, he slid a finger inside of her, causing her to moan and arch her back. He began to move his finger in and out, quickening the pace as he brushed against her most sensitive spots.
$name1 couldn’t believe how good it felt, how badly she wanted him to keep going. She rocked her hips against his hand, urging him to go deeper, harder.
$name2 added a second finger, stretching her out and causing her to gasp at the feeling.
He hooked his fingers, brushing against her G-spot, and $name1 saw stars. She had never experienced anything so intense before – the pleasure was almost too much to handle.
“You feel like heaven, $name1,” he growled, his voice low and seductive. She could feel his cock straining against his pants, the tip damp with pre-come.
$name1 reached down, fumbling with the button on his jeans as she tried to free him. He helped her out, kicking his jeans and underwear off in one swift motion.
She stared transfixed at the massive rod that sprang out before her. It was the biggest thing she had ever seen.
With a wolfish grin, $name2 positioned himself between her legs. “You ready for this?” He asked, his voice rough with desire.
$name1 nodded eagerly, spreading her legs wide as he pressed himself against her entrance. She felt the tip of him enter her; it was enormous. She gripped the sheets with white knuckles as he slowly sinks inside, inch by delicious inch.
He paused once he was fully engulfed, his hips pressed tightly against hers.
$name1 could feel every inch of him inside of her, filling her up in a way no one else ever had.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head.
He began to move, slowly at first, as if savoring every moment. $name1 wrapped her legs around him, meeting his thrusts with her own. Her moans grew louder, turning into filthy obscenities as he hit just the right spot again and again.
$name2’s strong hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer as he picked up the pace.
The air in the dorm room was thick, heavy with the scent of sweat and sex. $name1 lay sprawled on her bed, panting heavily as she caught her breath. $name2, still dripping with her juices, hovered above her, a smug satisfied smile etched onto his ruggedly handsome face.
She was a mess, a tangle of limbs and arched backs, her crimson hair fanned out across the pillow in a wild starburst, her skin slick with a sheen of perspiration.
Her eyes were half-closed and unfocused, her lips were swollen, and a satisfied smile was plastered across her face.
“Fuck,” she murmured, her lips curling up as she wriggled beneath him.
$name2 gazed down upon her, his own face flushed and slick with sweat, his eyes dark and satisfied. He cupped her face, his thumb brushing across her cheek as he stared at her lovingly.
“Did I make you feel good, baby?” he asked, his voice a low purr.
“Yes, oh God yes,” I gasped, feeling my pussy spasm around his thick cock.
$name2 leaned down, brushing his lips against mine as he began to move his hips in slow, deliberate thrusts. I moaned into his mouth as he filled me up completely, stretching me in ways I had never experienced before.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he groaned, his breath hot against my cheek.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of me as I gripped onto his shoulders.
The feeling of him stretching me open was indescribable, and I couldn’t believe how full I felt.
“Oh God, yes!” I cried out as he picked up the pace, his hips slamming into mine as we found a fierce rhythm that filled the air with the sound of skin meeting skin.
He reached between us, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts. I threw my head back, my orgasm building inside of me like a volcano ready to erupt.
With a cry, I came around him, my pussy clenching tightly around his shaft as I shook and writhed underneath him. $name2 growled, his grip tightening on my hips as he followed me over the edge, filling me up with every last drop of his cum.
We collapsed on top of each other, our bodies slick with sweat and enthusiasm. Neither of us spoke, but we didn’t need words at that moment. All I could do was catch my breath, feeling the afterglow of satisfaction wash over me.