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🚨🚨🚨 DATE REVIEW 🚨🚨🚨 i finally finally finally finished writi..

Published: July 12th 2025, 2:42:03 pm

🚨🚨🚨 DATE REVIEW 🚨🚨🚨

i finally finally finally finished writing about my date from a few days back. i wanted to do it justice and i think i can say i did. i cannot fucking wait to see this guy again. enjoy my darlings.

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william is not much taller than me, a solid 5’10, with a full head of blonde hair. he dons a green button down and a yellow linen cross body bag. birkenstock bostons on his feet. moustache, brown rimmed glasses. a prime example of a stylish yuppie in his early 30s.

we sit down across from each other outside a café and immediately sit with our faces just a little too close to each other. when he laughs he cackles, just slightly too loud. the type of laugh that only guys who come from money seem to have. the polar opposite of me.

i’m not surprised to learn he works at a bank. he tells me he goes to spinning classes that only girls go to, where he keeps his gaze fixed at the ground to avoid making anyone uncomfortable.

usually i detest guys like him but something about him is different. there is a softness about him, a genuine interest in me. he’s funny and generous, and it truly does not feel like he’s just trying to get in my pants, though we both know that’s where this evening is going to end. an irresistible contradiction.

i somehow manage to tell him about my OF within the first 15 minutes of the date. what the fuck is wrong with me? i can’t help it - he’s so intrigued, obviously turned on, hanging on to every word. after a while i notice i’ve been talking too much but he doesn’t seem to mind.

he orders a salad. before even touching it, he asks me if i want a bite. with his fork, he makes me the perfect bite - a little bit of every ingredient.

i warn him: “i have a really small mouth”.

he puts up his fork and feeds me the bite.

i consciously make full eye contact with him while he stuffs my mouth. it’s too much to fit.

i look at him, slightly desperate, and let out a moan of sorts.

he pushes the bite down deeper into the back of my mouth.

and as he does, still maintaining eye contact, he says:

“good girl, i knew you could do it”.

i pull back, mouth full, blushing. without even asking, he slides me his napkin.

in the blink of an eye, two hours pass. he asks me, “are you coming home with me?”

i nod greedily.

when the bill comes he doesn’t hesitate for a second and tips generously. hot.

his apartment is walking distance from the café. an expensive area. looking back now i realize that i wasn’t nervous at all to be following him home. it felt natural. my instincts never fail me.

his apartment is full of fancy nordic vintage furniture. we small talk about said furniture. he offers me a glass of water. i’ve now taken off my baggy overshirt to reveal a sheer black longsleeve, through which you can clearly see my tits in my black and white bralette. he’s very obviously looking at them. the tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife.

when we finally kiss it’s soft and slow. it takes my fucking breath away.

one of his arms is wrapped around me, holding me tight, his other hand resting on my face.

a wave of relief hits over me - thank god he’s a good kisser. my clit is throbbing in anticipation of what is to come.

his strong hands move across my body so slowly, squeezing around my ribcage, stroking my back, my arms.

eventually his fingers find their way to my breast, gently tracing them across, and finally squeezing it gently but firmly.

eventually we pull away. he shakes his head in disbelief.

“not everyone can do that, you know that?” he says.

“do what?”, i ask.

“go that slowly.”

“yeah, everyone always wants to speed up. i think that’s such a bummer.”

he takes my hand. “i agree”.

i can only nod before he kisses me again.

eventually we make our way to his bedroom.

i kneel on his bed and he holds my face in his hands as i crane my neck to kiss him.

every move is deliberate. he softly pushes me down on the bed.

for every article of clothing he takes off me, he asks for permission first.

he wants to hear me say “please”. actively asking for consent is vital but also an opportunity to build more tension.

which, as it turns out, this guy is really fucking good at.

every article of clothing he takes off me he handles with care, not haphazardly throwing it into a corner, but carefully puts it away in a neat pile.

it makes me want him even more.

he’s on top of me and it feels so good. still we move so slowly. i try to snake my hand down to his massive hardon that i can feel pressing against me, but he takes my hand away.

“it’s not your turn yet. not until i’m done playing with you”. i gladly oblige.

he kisses my neck and whispers in my ear what he’s going to do to me. my eyes roll into the fucking back of my head when he does.

“would you like that?”

“yes, yes please”.

he smiles. “good girl”.

he doesn’t say it too seriously, but with a lightness, a total confidence in his control over me.

and then he does just what he told me.

he slowly makes his way down, stroking my legs from my feet all the way to my hips, making me squirm, kissing from my knees all the way up the insides of my thighs. his breath is hot on my soaked panties and i cannot help but squirm and moan, even when he’s barely touching me.

he pulls my panties to the side, just enough to expose most of my labia on one side.

he takes his time kissing it, licking it, stroking it with his finger.. and then he does the same on the opposite side. until my panties are bunched up in the middle, just covering my tight little hole and throbbing clit.

he pulls them up and makes me moan.

“is this mine?”

“yes, yes, god, my pussy belongs to you”.

just imagine how good a guy has to be to get me to say that on a first date. what the fuck.

“good. do you want me to take these off?”

i beg him.

he eats my pussy so good. his tongue is so soft and relaxed and it feels like fucking heaven. i lose my god damn mind. after a while he pulls back and starts rubbing my clit his index finger and middle finger while fucking my pussy with the index finger on his opposite hand.

i cum so fucking hard.

i couldn’t help but think about his poor, poor housemate. i cum for so long, bucking my hips up onto his fingers, legs twitching all over the place.

he comes up and hugs me, letting me come back down to earth for a second. he is sweet and not at all impatient.

when i catch my breath, we kiss again, and i waste no time making my way down to his cock, massaging his hard on through his boxers. he sits on the opposite end of the bed on his knees, and i crawl towards him with my ass up.

though i kiss him from the inside of his knee and the inside of his thighs all the way up to his lower stomach, i don’t posess the same kind of patience he did. i want his cock in my mouth and i want it now.

his cock is absolutely stunning. must have been at least 8 inches, cut, girthy, gorgeous.

he moans as i lick his tip while i look up at him. i lick all the way up and down from his balls to the tip, firmly holding it at the base.

i greedily take him into my mouth. his moans just fuel my desire even more. i take him as deep as i can. i gag on it and pull away, letting the spit hang off my tongue, and stroke him with it.

he grabs the back of my hair and gently pushes me down, making me take it as deep into the back of my throat as i can.

his moans are so beautiful it makes me leak down my thighs.

when i gag on it again, he praises me.

“what a good little slut you are”.

i can only look up and nod with tears in my eyes.

he uses my mouth to pleasure himself but not for too long, because he wants to play with me again.
he pulls me up and kisses me deep and greedily before he makes me lie down on my back.

i ask him if he has a condom - you never know what guys are going to try to do in the modern dating world - and he goes “of course”. another green flag.

he slowly pushes the tip in and comes down with his head next to mine, so he can whisper in my ear.

“do you feel it going in? so… slowly… stretching you out… filling you up… is this what you wanted all this time? is this what you’ve been dreaming about while you’ve been rubbing your pussy the past three months?”

he moves as slowly as he says it, slowly pushing his cock inside until he is balls deep.

all the while i am flustered, moaning, bucking my hips like a little slut.

when he is fully inside me, i wrap my arms around him and cannot help but laugh.

i tell him, “i usually always talk back. always have something to say. i literally cannot think right now. i can barely form a sentence”.

he laughs and says “good. you don’t have to anyway”. and he starts fucking me and i am not laughing anymore.

he slowly pulls back all the way to his tip, pauses, and slides it all the way back in. “in” he says, i gasp, “and out”, pulling all the way back to the tip again. he announces every stroke, still going so slowly, interjected with him praising me, telling me how good i’m taking it, how beautiful my moans are.

my eyes roll back more times than i can count.

i am almost embarrassed at how submissive he had me, but he handles it with such grace that i feel safe to be like this around him. eventually he speeds up, still doing deep strokes it all the way from the tip to the base.

“that’s my girl. are you my girl? does this pussy belong to me?”

i can barely speak.

“yes yes oh god yes please please”. barely coherent.

i hang on to his biceps for dear life. he is big and strong and he is taking me like i deserve. when he chokes me i wrap my hand around his wrist, encouraging him.

he rubs my clit as he’s fucking me and i constantly feel like i’m going to explode, but i can’t because i’m hyperventilating.

he wraps his arms underneath and around me, pressed himself against me, and says

“breathe”.

it’s an act of care, looking out for me, but it’s also an order.

he wants his little slut to be in good shape.

he makes me breathe with him. when i am taking full slow breaths again he pulls back again and starts pounding me again.

i cannot help but gasp. he does this multiple times as he’s fucking me. taking care of me and then taking what’s his again.

i put my legs up over his shoulders with my thighs pressed together and his eyes roll back when he slips it back in.

i cannot help but grin because i know how tight my pussy is in this position. i know how good it feels for guys to go balls deep in this position. it always kills them.

i have to angle my hips to block him from going all the way in because he’s simply too big. he cannot help himself now, thrusting into me in a steady rhythm but by the way he’s sloppily rubbing my clit i can tell he’s close.

he’s pounding me now.

he moans “do you want me to cum?” and i fucking lose it.

i beg for his cum.

i beg for him to pump me full.

it doesn’t matter if he’s wearing a condom. it’s about the imagery.

i moan and beg until he fucking explodes inside me, collapsing on top of me.

we lie there all tangled up until our breaths sync and slow. he pulls out. takes off the condom, and spoons me.

when we lie there we fit together perfectly. i usually don’t want to be touched right after fucking but with him it’s different. i can stand it. i love it.

i ask him, “do you fuck all your girls like that?”, he laughs. “no. definitely not. not everyone can take it like that. not everyone can take it so slowly and hold tension like that. i also usually don’t cum. you’re special”. i grin. i’ve won.

we lie there for a while. before i get up to use the bathroom. gotta prevent those UTIs. he offers me a sweater and shorts to put on, and hands me a clean towel.

chivalry isn’t dead.

when i check my phone it turns out we’d been fucking for over 2 hours.

we resume our spooning position and chat a bit more. i run my fingers through his hair. he keeps falling asleep and then jolting when i wake him up again.

he asks me to sleep over. cute, but i have work in the morning. he’s understanding.

he hands me my pile of clothes and i put them on again. when we leave his room i notice his housemate’s room light is now off. i hope he was jerking off to the sounds of us fucking.

at the door we kiss again for a moment, slow and sweet again.

he just says, “well, i’ll see you next week”.

he doesn’t ask, he just assumes.

he doesn’t have to ask, because he knows that what we just did together was on another fucking level.

“yes. yes you will.”

on the way home i am flustered and happier than i’ve been in weeks.


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if you made it all the way down here and this made you hard… tip me? 😇💋 i cannot fucking wait to see him again.