“Come fuck me right now!” I command into a pitch black room where no light enters or escapes.

I ease into a warm, fluffy blanket. My hand traces down my naked body, down into my Pussy. My face flushes, a tingling grows in my Ass. My fingers are not enough, I need a hard cock on the end of a Hot man.

I hear him fumbling with his condom wrapper.

“Don’t you think I want to.” He shouts in his cute, sexually frustrated Scottish way. “The damn thing won’t fucking open!”

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Now that I’ve snared you in my thirst trap, it might be fun to tell the story about how I ended up bare Ass, spread eagle in complete darkness, begging some Scottish bloke who I only met minutes ago to hide his banger in my mash.

Well, my fellow Horny little friend, I was just like you, thumbing through Hot hunky TikTok thirst traps, looking for good jill off material when their algorithm figured out my horniness and proposed an ad for a new “no strings” hookup app called “Blnd8”.

Blnd8’s premise tickled my lizard brain. They offered a no strings hookup with a supercomputer selected match to be hosted in the anonymity of complete darkness. At the end of the session, you must both agree that you want more than meat and want to meet (see what I did there), they will turn on the lights. If no agreement, you go your separate ways, never ever knowing who you just spent all this time fluid swapping. NO. FUCKING. STRINGS.

I clicked the link to install the app, but lost interested, resuming rubbing one out. Blnd8 didn’t give up. They knew they’d hooked a Horny fish, and spammed all my social media accounts until I relented and downloaded the motherfucker.

The app was a simple. You provide the links to your socials, medical history, credit card info, click on legal crap, then wait for the computer in the clouds to do its thing.

I checked my phone every 3 minutes, then decided to work off this built up energy at my bougie gym. 13 steps into a Stair Master torture session, I got a Blnd8 notification on my phone. There was a fucking match. I rushed to the locker room, logged in the app, and scheduled my a Blnd8 hookup. I sat smiling, but feeling the heat rising in my nethers, I hit a cold Shower.

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I spent three hours trying on different outfits, settling on my best “come fuck me” dress. I know they won’t see me, but I need to feel cute for my meat up. I Love Sex puns.

Once at the Blnd8 office, they escort me into a small holding room. I answer more health questions and sign more legal crap. Soon enough, a door opens with a Blind8 ninja looking bastard who escorts me into the pitch black.

The holding room door closes with a loud “THWIP”, absolute darkness envelopes me. The Blnd8 ninja leads me to some kind of seating area.

I squish down, exploring its fluffy covering with my hands. Yep, I’m sitting on a bed.

I close my eyes. There is a faint smell of eucalyptus and raspberries. I feel my heartbeat vibrating throughout my body. I image a naked people walking through the room, bodies morphing into different Hot guys and girls with different shaped bodies.

Blnd8 never asked for my sexual preference, and in reality, I don’t have a strong one. I’m 100% at the mercy of their AI. Chris Evans or Chris Rock or Kristen Steward could walk through the door. Bring it mother fucking on, because I’m down!

“THWIP!”

My heart stops. I open my eyes to the darkness. HERE. WE. GO.

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“Is anyone out there?” A deep Scottish brogue cuts through the black, “Hello!”

That fucking accent did something to me, I’m dripping wet. I’m just kidding. Who gets dripping wet from a sexy sounding couple of words?

“Over here.” I reply, picturing Jamie Frazier cutting his way through a battalion of English soldiers to get to me.

“Oh for fucks sake.” The Scotsman giggles at this absurdity, “How the fuck do I get over there?”

“BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.” I laugh, “Use me as a homing beacon.”

“Thank you.” His voice gets closer, “That’s helping.”

I feel a hand land on my head and rub against my curls.

“You found my head” I answer, grabbing his hand.

“Awesome.” He responds, “Curls are sexy.”

Our fingers intertwine. I put my other hand on his hips. This man is a tall drink of water. My mind’s eye sees a red headed Scott Eastwood. I sit him next to me. And yes, I get a feel of his bubble butt, and it feels NOICE.

“I’m Cedric.” He shouts.

“I’m right here.” I put my hand on his face, he has manly scruffies. I Love me some manly scruffies. “We are not supposed to exchange names yet.”

“Oh fuck, right.” His hand explores up my hips and side boob, “Cedric is just my stage name.”

“Are you a famous Scottish stripper?” I explore the shape of his face, his powerful jawline, the slight curve to his nose. I feel him smiling, dimples on his cheeks. “Is your last name Von Trouser-snake?”

“Actually, I’m from South Carolina,” Cedric says in a fake southern accent. His hand makes his way up to my head, caressing my cheeks. The red headed Eastwood morphs into a Magic Mike.

He turns my chin toward him and kisses me, lighting a fuse in my lips. He lowers his hand and rests it on my thigh, igniting a second fuze in my vee jay jay.

“That’s nice,” I said, putting my hand on his back, “I’m Lois.”

“Good to meet you, Lois.” Cedric says, lifting my hand to his mouth and kissing in between my fingers, “If that is your real name?”

“It’s not.” Except it is. I trace the muscles in his back and upwards to his strong neck, “What’s your story, Cedric?”

“Well, as you could probable tell,” He slips back into his natural Scottish accent, caressing my leg, “I’m a graduate of Hogwarts.”

“Which house?” I laugh. I can’t believe that I just laughed at that dad joke.

“Gryffindor.” He now has one hand on my leg and another caressing my chin and neck.

“Not sure how we matched,” I’m picturing a tall version Robert Pattinson, “I’m Horny for Hufflepuff.”

“Let me guess, Lois.” His hand builds up its courage, making its way to my inner thigh, “Are you from Metropolis?”

“Why yes, I am,” I move my hand under his shirt, feeling his bare chest. He shutters as I brush his nipple. “In fact I am a reporter at the Daily Planet.”

“Oh fuck no!” He says, “Are we making Clark Kent a cuck?”

I feel the heat from his body. I never realized how Hot it is listening to a man breath.

“Clark Kent who?” I play with the hairs on his thigh petting arm.

“Okay, then.” He leans in, his lips exploring the nape of my neck, goose bumps explode across my body, “Let’s fucking cuckhold Superman.”

“You feel so nice.” I sigh as his hand resumes its bold slide up my inner thigh.

“You keep saying everything is nice, Lois,” His fingers toy with the edges of my panties. “What can I do to make you feel naughty?”

GAME ON MOTHER FUCKER!

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I raise his panty petting hand to my mouth, kissing it, “Has anyone ever told you that you have giant hands?” Does Idris Elba have large hands? Is Idris Elba Scottish?

“Yeah, Sorry.” He rubs his pointer finger across my lips, “When I was younger, my Mum would have special gloves made to fit these large paws.”

I suck on his finger tip, then to the first knuckle, then all of it. I add his index finger into the mix.

“Why didn’t she just get you Adult sized gloves?” I place his spit-moistened hand back on my pubic mound.

“I don’t know.” His fingers crawl into my lacy panties following the freshly trimmed path of pubic hair to my magic opening. We both moan in unison at his hand’s arrival.

He traces the lips of my Vagina then teases with light flicks in and out of me, “Actually, I don’t remember ever wearing gloves.”

I lean back. His palm entertains my clit, he puts more focus on his palm motion. This Idris Elba is one observant mother fucker.

“Well, your giant hands are fucking fantastic.” Tingles in my toes, and I moan.

On that cue, Idris inserts two fingers into my Pussy, searching for my trigger spot. His palm continues to rub my clit into a frenzy, “Thank you.”

The hairs on my neck stand up and I feel my face start to flush, “I can’t wait to feel your cock.”

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I remove my dress, freeing my breasts, and roll on to his lap.

He leans in to me. My breasts tease his mouth. I reach between our legs to feel his cock growing, “You wore sweatpants?”

“I kept getting their ad on Instagram” His cotton covered cock polishing up against my Pussy.

“They are very soft.” I remove his shirt, screwing my hips into his lap. My nipples graze across his bare body, tingles vibrate into my chest.

“I know, right? They are the softest on the Internet” His large hands scoop my Ass, pulling me closer into him, he wraps his arms around me, “And with lots of useful pockets.”

I grab his face and kiss him. His lips are soft too. I open my mouth and welcome his tongue. We make out like a couple of Horny teenagers under the bleachers on a Friday night. Tim Riggins, anyone? Texas Forever!

With great skill, Tim Riggins flips me over to my back.

“You are so fucking Hot.” He says, removing my panties, “Hold that thought.”

He stands up. I can hear his pants hit the floor. My lizard brain fixates on TIM RIGGINS’S COCK! TIM RIGGINS’S COCK! TIM RIGGINS’S COCK!

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I hear him rustling through clothes, “Damn all these useless pockets!”

The darkness is cold without him. I reaching down into my Pussy seeking its warmth.

“Come fuck me right now!” I rub the length of my slit.

“The fucking thing won’t open!” I hear him fumbling with the wrapper of his condom.

“Use your teeth.” I rub on my clit, igniting that bonfire in my Ass.

I hear something flop on the ground.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck'” He is frantic, “I dropped the fucking thing in the dark.”

“I don’t care.” I circle harder on my clit. My face flushes, I feel a jolt of lightening down my spine. “I need you inside me now.”

Don’t worry my Dear Reader, we both submitted our medical information, we are disease-Free, and I’m on the pill. Plus aren’t you more turned on by us raw dogging it?

He kneels above me. I welcome the warmth of his body. His manhood pushes against my bare Pussy lips. He takes it slow, allowing me to feel every inch as he enters. Prickles attack as my Pussy stretches to meet his girthy member.

“How do I know you’re not an axe murderer?” I grab his Ass, pushing him into me, ending the torture. I am so full, so satisfied.

“I’m definitely not an axe murder.” He sighs as his cock builds momentum.

“Thank goodness.” I hold on to his Ass, rotating my hips upward to greet each of his thrusts.

“My cock is the weapon of choice.” He hugs me in his safe, strong arms, “Maybe I’m a cock murder.”

“I don’t think that means what you think it means.” I crane my neck, meeting his lips. My tongue invades his warm, welcoming mouth.

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He flips on to his back. I sit over him, positioning him at the opening of my warm, wet slit. My aching Pussy swallows his dick whole. I ride his hard cock, up and down, “Would you say it for me?”

“What would like me to say?” He hits all the right spots — up, down, up, down, getting faster.

“Oh, you know.” I lean back and rock my hips, grind my swollen clit into him, “Come on, do it.”

“Okay.” He slaps my Ass, “Bond, James Bond.”

“That’s it.” I close my eyes, Daniel Craig is fucking me. James Bond squeezes hard on my tender breasts causing a pleasing pain matching the intensity down below.

“How about the other thing too?” I moan, reaching one hand behind me, massaging his 007 balls.

“Sure, for you. ” He grabs my Ass and pumps harder, deeper, “Shaken, not stirred.”

That fucking does it, electricity shoots from my Pussy down to my toes and up to the base of my neck. The world quakes, and I’m transported to a cathedral of Hot naked men. The hard cock chorus sings to me the psalm of Orgasm.

He joins them, grabbing my hips, pushing himself deep inside me. He sings “OH FUCK” with the choir, shooting his cum deep into my Pussy.

I fall on top of him, kissing his lips to steady the world.

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We lie naked in the Sex scented darkness. My head rests on the his chest, rising with his ever breath. I play with the tuft of hair on his stomach. Our hearts beat together in a perfect rhythm. As far as we know, we are the only two people left in the world.

“Should we have another go with the lights on?” He twirls my curls.

This man is a fucking genius! I might have to keep him a little longer than today.

“And you read minds too.” My finger follows his hairy path down to the base of his Sex spent penis.

“I don’t know about that,” He says, cupping my breast in his giant hand, “But I’m will to try my fate.”

“Could y’all turn on the lights?” I shout, kissing his stomach.

“Do you both agree?” An unsexy voice blasts from an unseen overhead speaker.

We yell together at the darkness, “TURN ON THE FUCKING LIGHTS!”

I lick the tip of his lollipop cock.

“Pretty please.” He moans.

I take him in my mouth. Damn, I taste good.

A blinding light floods the room.

Cobwebs clear from my eyes, focusing up the body to the face of the Scotsman whose cock I’m sucking, and for the first time… I see Cedric.

Our eyes connect and he smiles, “Hello Lois”, and… I’m dripping wet.