I have a boyfriend. We've been dating for three years. He's kind and has a good salary. He loves me, and I love him too. We're both thinking about marriage.
But there's one thing... I'm not satisfied with our sex life.
Sex with him feels loving and it's not that it doesn't feel good. Yet, I crave more excitement.
And I seem to be getting addicted to that excitement.
In search of that thrill, I used a casual encounter website.
The site I registered on is called Casual Donuts.
It was my first time, but after filling out my profile to some extent, I received messages from several people.
Some wrote stimulating messages, and I found myself imagining all sorts of things.
But I couldn't bring myself to reply.
The next day, when I logged in again, I was surprised to see a huge number of messages!
I'm not sure why I chose him, but I only replied to a man in his 30s.
His message had a gentlemanly tone.
He was married, so we used free email accounts.
I also told him that I had a boyfriend.
And that I was looking for excitement...
Let's call him Ken. My email exchanges with Ken began.
It wasn't every day, sometimes just one message a day... sometimes ten messages in an hour.
The exchanges were fun, and they amplified my desire for excitement.
But Ken never suggested meeting up.
We had told each other roughly where we lived, and it wasn't an impossible distance to meet.
I couldn't hold back and suggested, "I might want to meet you, Ken..."
Ken replied, "I've always wanted to meet you too."
From there, it didn't take long to set a date and time.
By then, it was already clear that we were meeting to have sex... and I was ready for it.
On the day of the meeting, I met Ken. I was nervous at first, but he was just as gentlemanly as his emails suggested. Emails do reflect the person, somehow.
Ken was a gentleman in real life too. "I won't do anything you don't like, so tell me if you don't want to," he said.
But it was quite the opposite. "It's not that I don't want to!" I replied.
"Really? That's good. But if you're okay with it, that means I can do the things I mentioned in the emails... is that alright?"
In the emails, Ken had mentioned he had a bit of an S-side... and he wanted to tease me.
I had imagined it from his emails, and it made me shiver with excitement... I realized I was an M.
I nodded silently at Ken (I want to be held by this man), I thought to myself.
We entered a hotel. He hugged me from behind and whispered in my ear, "You can't escape now that we're here," and I felt my strength leave me.
He touched my chest over my clothes... lifted my skirt and touched me over my panties. "Mia... you're wet here, aren't you?"
Hearing that made me feel embarrassed... but also thrilled. "You're looking for a man on a casual encounter site because you're not satisfied with your boyfriend... you're quite naughty, aren't you?"
Ken whispered in my ear. The expression 'looking for a man' hit me hard. Yes, I was looking for someone who could give me the excitement my boyfriend couldn't.
"Getting this wet behind your boyfriend's back... you're a naughty girl." I felt guilty towards my boyfriend.
But I was so wet that it made a sound.
Yes, I was a naughty girl... my body was heating up... I felt like I was melting.
Ken's naughty whispers... and his fingers touching me... I was completely under his control.
Ken's hard thing pressed against my butt.
He pushed it against me. "It's like this because of you, Mia. Do you understand?"
I really wanted him to put it in right away.
But he didn't do it easily.
He made me squat in front of him, his thing right in front of my face...
"Do you want to lick it?"
"Yes."
"Then first, bring your nose close and smell it."
I did as he said. I had never smelled it before, but Ken's thing had a naughty smell.
Maybe I thought so because I was in a naughty mood.
But I really wanted to lick it.
"Can I lick it?" I asked.
"You want to lick something that's not your boyfriend's? You're so naughty."
Hearing that excited me.
And finally, I was allowed to lick it.
I probably wasn't very good at it.
But when he said it felt good, I was happy and wanted to do more.
"Mia, can I go deeper? It might be uncomfortable, but bear with it."
He slowly pushed it deep into my mouth.
It was uncomfortable, and I almost gagged. Finally, he pulled it out.
"Is it uncomfortable? But it feels really good for me. So I'll do it more."
He pushed it deep again. But if it felt good for Ken, I thought I could bear it. Tears came out from the discomfort. I felt like throwing up. Seeing me like that, Ken asked,
"Has your boyfriend ever done this to you?" I shook my head.
Then he made me stand up again... he put his hand inside my panties and touched me.
"Mia, what's this? It's so wet. Look." He touched me, making a lewd sound.
I felt really naughty.
I couldn't wait to have him inside me. I had never felt this way before.
As if sensing my feelings, he asked, "Do you want it inside?"
"Yes, I want it inside."
"Then get on all fours on the bed."
I did as he said. At this point, I was still wearing my clothes.
Ken was only naked from the waist down.
"Stick your butt out more and pull down your panties to show me your pussy."
I felt embarrassed but obeyed.
"What do you want?"
"Your cock."
"Not 'cock,' say 'dick.'"
"I want your dick."
I had never said it like that in front of my boyfriend.
"You want a dick that's not your boyfriend's? Say it again."
"I want your dick."
"Again."
"I want your dick."
He made me say it over and over. At some point, I was stimulating myself with my fingers while pulling down my panties.
"You have a boyfriend, and you're saying you want a dick while masturbating in such an embarrassing position?"
"Ahh, please. Put it in."
I really wanted it inside me and begged him. Finally, he put it in. As I felt it entering, I came lightly.
"Mia, did you come? I'm glad. You can come as many times as you want."
Ken moved his hips. He did it in various positions, and I came multiple times.
"What do you call your boyfriend?" he asked suddenly while still inside me.
"John."
"John, huh. What would John think if he saw you being so naughty, Mia?"
Hearing that, my boyfriend's face flashed in my mind. As if seeing through me, Ken thrusted harder.
"Don't you feel bad for John? Being so naughty... coming multiple times with another man's dick..."
"Ahh, I'm sorry..."
When he made me feel guilty towards my boyfriend, I felt even more aroused.
Ken seemed to understand that.
"When you come, apologize to John," he said.
"John, I'm sorry! I'm coming! I'm coming!"
I came over and over, apologizing to my boyfriend. It was a different kind of sex from what I had with my boyfriend. It was like another dimension. Ken was naughty but gentlemanly.
"I have a family too, and you should get along with your boyfriend, Mia. Let's meet again if you want to do it again," he said.
I understood that he meant to become friends with benefits, but I was okay with that. The encounter on Casual Donuts happened a month ago.
I'm starting to feel the urge again. I think I'll email Ken soon.
Things are going well with my boyfriend. We've even started talking a bit more concretely about marriage. But, boyfriend... I'm sorry. I want to be engulfed in that melting pleasure again...
