I (31f) met my online friend (57m) in Berlin and got fucked raw

He was an old school punk Buddhist with this beautiful fat uncut cock. We hit it off on tumblr and started having these amazing sessions where we would masturbate together while sending each other erotic art we like. Didn’t even have to be nudes, but it was beautifully nuanced. A smear of vibrant blue. A hand holding a slimy little snail. An abstract creature. Sometimes gifs he’d make from obscure vintage porn. He taught me that *everything* is erotic. So I would rub my cunt to anything and everything he’d offer me. After months of talking and cumming together, I was absolutely entranced by him and wanted to meet.

I was scheduled to leave Germany for good the next month. He decided it was silly to not at least meet. And I agreed. I booked a bus ticket, and hopped it the next week. 11 hours.

When I first saw him, I swooned. I was worried I wouldn’t be attracted to him in person, but I was. He was beautiful, and had this calm to him that was incredibly sexy. I got in his car and he kissed me right away. It was full, and wet in all the best ways. Intense, perverted, bold. We had perfect chemistry just like we knew we would. He drove me to his place, telling me some Berlin history. It was night and the city looked gorgeous.

I settled into the room he made up for me, and we were both a bit sleepy from the day but super cuddly. He laid next to me, and we made out so passionately and slow. He spoke to me in that gorgeous thick accent about how happy he was that I same to see him. We started grinding, and I was instantly so wet that I could feel my nectar dripping onto my thighs. He was moving so slow and patient. He knew just how to touch me. Took half an hour just to creep his fingers up my thigh and into my sweet pussy aching for him.

We got crazier and crazier, and I started to get a feel for how intense a lover he really was. He was throwing me around into different positions, but not in a fuckdoll way. It was so incredibly rough yet I could still feel his care for me. He wasn’t being rough because he saw me as an object. He was being rough because he knew what a dirty whore i am beneath the nice girl facade. He could always see right through it and he knew what I could take. Knew what I fucking needed.

He had me in some twisted position laying on my side, and without warning, sailed all 8 inches of that perfect girthy cock into me. It hurt a bit, having him so deep. I whined and he backed off just a little bit. He kept me just on that fine border of pain pleasure. Told me what a perfect “horny little thing” I am. The fire in his eyes made me euphoric.

We changed positions to where he was laying down, and I had my cunt over his face so he could finger and lick me. I greedily took his cock in my mouth, tasting him for the first time. Tasting us. He oozed so much crystal clear precum and I got in my usual cockdrunk blisshaze moving my lips up and down his shaft. I throated him, and felt him start to buck his hips and finger me deeper and faster. After climbing towards orgasm for a few minutes, he spurted sweet ropes of white down my throat, and we both moaned with every pulse of it.

We laughed and fell asleep cuddled right up close. This was so much better than I ever could have hoped. I knew he’d be good, but holy fuck. The man truly fucked like the god Pan. Like something otherworldly. I viewed him as such.

This is getting so long omg haha thanks for reading this far if you have. He’s my favorite.

I spent 3-4 days with him. He made me vegan food, took me walking around the city. I’d lovingly watch him smoke while we talked about philosophy, sometimes sticking my tongue in his mouth as he was exhaling smoke. This would derail his train of thought and I’d be invited to sit on his lap and grind my slutty pussy on his thigh. Incredible.

One day he took me for a picnic in a park, and fucked my asshole as we lay on a mat in the tall grass. I loved feeling his weight on top of me and knowing anyone could see us if they walked by. He stretched my hole so wide, and it hurt. He had the fattest cock I’d ever taken. And still, I bucked my hips back into him, fucking him harder and harder as he pressed me down and took what was his. I still remember the heat of his cum flowing deep into my ass as he made these primal grunts , ugh 😵‍💫

I was so sad to leave him. It was everything I needed it to be. We were free, silly, sensual. Dark, unctuous. Adored each other. It wasn’t even love, but something more special somehow.

Loved being your little snail, J. You’re my Pan.
You are missed.