I opened the app at 2 a.m. because I couldn’t sleep and my hand was already between my legs. The first post that loaded was tagged #tumblr smut and it was filthy from the first line. Some anonymous girl wrote about getting bent over a kitchen counter and fucked raw by her roommate’s brother. No buildup, just “he shoved his cock in me so deep I saw stars and I begged him not to pull out.”
My fingers slipped straight into my panties. I was already wet from scrolling earlier, but reading that made my pussy clench around nothing. I kept reading. She described how thick he felt, how he slapped her ass and told her to shut up before someone heard. Every sentence was crude and straight to the point. I matched the rhythm with my fingers, rubbing my clit in tight circles while my other hand pinched my nipple through my tank top.
I clicked the blog. More posts. One about a gloryhole in a dive bar bathroom where she swallowed two loads without knowing whose cocks they were. Another about getting fingered in a movie theater until she squirted on the seat. I read fast, thumb scrolling, hips rocking against my hand. My cunt was soaked. I pushed two fingers inside and fucked myself while imagining the bar scene, the stranger’s cock sliding past my lips, the taste of come on my tongue.
The next post was even dirtier. She wrote about letting her ex tie her to the bed and use her for an hour, coming inside her twice and leaving her dripping. I groaned out loud in my dark room. My fingers were slick, sliding in and out with wet sounds that filled the quiet. I added a third finger, stretching myself the way she described being stretched. My clit throbbed. I rubbed it harder, faster, chasing the edge while the words on the screen burned into my brain.
I kept going. Post after post. She wrote about public teasing, about being made to edge for days, about rough anal that left her shaking. Every time I read “he fucked my ass like he owned it” or “I came so hard I screamed his name,” my pussy tightened and more slick ran down my thighs. I was close. I rolled onto my stomach, shoved my face into the pillow, and fucked back onto my fingers like I was the one getting used.
The final post on the blog was short and brutal. “He came on my tits and made me lick it off while I thanked him.” That did it. I came hard, cunt pulsing around my fingers, thighs shaking, a choked moan muffled by the pillow. I kept rubbing through it, dragging the orgasm out until my hand was dripping and my legs went weak.
When I could breathe again I liked the post, reblogged it with the caption “this ruined me,” and closed the app. My sheets were damp under me. I fell asleep with my fingers still sticky and the words still looping in my head, already planning to check for new posts tomorrow night.
