V - Tinder Find

‘ In partnership with Tinder' the phrase popped up on every social media feed which tempted me into installing the app again. Swiping wasn’t an unfamiliar ground. In fact, I had lost the count of times I used this app. I was quite picky this time around. My bio didn’t read sapiosexual but I kind of was one. I was attracted to men who could outwit me with their intelligence and it turned me on. Amongst the fishes, one caught my eye.
I’ll call him 'V'. He had looks of a long lost crush, intellectual humour and was a writer, felt like I hit a jackpot. Not without a security check though, I thoroughly stalked his Instagram handle he mentioned in his bio. To say I was impressed would be an understatement. I swiped right and waited for a couple days. It’d almost been a week, by now I didn’t think it was going to materialize. Exactly then, my phone chimes and I open to look. ‘You matched with V' it read and I grinned at myself. While I contemplated what should I text, I received one from the other end. After a few back and forth texts, the chat turned borderline sexual. He went on to talk about his sexual prowess which caught me off guard. I had been plain Jane for too long— long enough for my sultry side to be hibernating which disabled me from reverting or acting upon it. Not receiving any response I guessed put him off meanwhile I didn’t want it to stop. Making exam as an excuse I kept it going.
Like my previous trials, I got bored of staring at half naked or cocky men's profiles and decided to uninstall. “Uninstalling. Text me on @randomuser”, I sent him the text amidst the other matches. Although we texted, it wasn’t fluid. Mostly ended with him liking the texts. My habit of adding titles when I wasn’t ready to argue further got us talking. “A thought crossed my mind concerning you. I’d say that but it’s offensive and crosses the line.”
“What is it? Say it already.”
“With all okay sir and stuff, it seems to me that you must be submissive in bed.”
I laughed harder than I should at that hour. He was took by surprise when I revealed that the encounters weren't as limited as I told him. Since then the sultry side of me began picking up – one baby step at a time.
My urges grew with days and it was on a Sunday when I lost the control over them. An unusually hot day and the amorous feelings sent a tickle to my bud. I was asked to accompany our house maid to my uncle’s and get the place cleaned before the family’s arrival at night. As soon as the maid left, I closed doors behind her, drew the curtains. “Hello Amma, I will stay for longer since I’ve kept the milk for a boil and there are other chores to do too.” “Ok”, she said and I hung up.
The pants now lay on the ground and my underwear joined it soon. Sliding the t-shirt up, I felt my skin tingle at the touch. It accompanied the bottoms laying on the floor with my bra following. I mapped myself, lingered for long at erogenous spots teasing myself the way I would want V to. I then cupped my breasts playing with them, massaging them. I took turns to let my fingers swirl around the areolas, pinching the nips alternating between the two. The nipples stood in attention. Imagining his lips on mine and fingers relishing the feel of my skin made me twitch. I had told him how I have had a penchant for hickies; image of receiving them as reminders of the events following it made me wet.
My hands moved to my impatient vagina. With one I opened the labia which felt cold when a sudden breeze blew. The juices made my vagina glisten in the light peeking through the narrow partition between the drapes. My fingers circled around the clit never touching once, teasing myself like I expected him to. “Ah”, my moans echoed. “Feels so damn good”, I purred gradually touching the clit. I lightly pinched it which sent me over the edge. I was squirming with my touch which made me wonder how would it be if he did the same.
My fingers easily slid in and out of me for I was dripping wet. “Oh! Ahh!”, I moaned squealing occasionally. My breathing had grown erratic by now. I paced the fingering and toyed with it when I felt I was close for the sake of prolonging the orgasm. Subsequently, I imagined him on top of me and his cock filling me, sliding in and out of me. Gradually, I hurried the fingering not stopping until a shuddering orgasm washed over me meanwhile I imagined him between my legs, lapping up at my juices, licking me to another orgasm. I lay low with my eyes closed for a couple minutes until my phone chimed again. “What’s up cutie?”, read a text from V knowing well what will follow I devilishly smiled to myself.



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