This is Bala (26) from Chennai, and this is a chapter from my life a year ago. I matched with a girl on Tinder named Vidya (23). To paint the picture—I’m working in IT, got a solid bulky build with a hairy body.
She was thick and curvy with short, curly hair and a golden dusky skin tone. She had dated a few guys but hadn’t been physical with anyone yet.
We matched in May 2023. After a few days of back-and-forth on Tinder, we shifted to WhatsApp. We clicked pretty quickly and started seeing if things could go long-term. It wasn’t long before texting all night and late evening calls became routine.
We’d meet every Saturday. At first, we did the usual stuff—museums, malls, parks. But soon, the movies became our go-to. I played it cool in the beginning as I didn’t want to freak her out. But things heated up—texts got flirty, and before long, we were exchanging NSFW memes and reels.
Three months in, she sent me a screenshot of a movie booking page, asking if I wanted middle or corner seats. I knew she was being cheeky, so I told her, “Book the corner, di.”
Vidya: Good try, but not happening, da.
Me: Okay, your wish.
Vidya: So, you wanna keep this boring forever, da?
I got bolder and replied, “You’ll know why I want the corner seats when you book them.”
She booked them. It was a dumb English movie, with barely anyone in the theatre. As soon as it started, she got close, hugged my arm, and rested her head on my shoulder. My hand naturally landed on her thigh, and I started rubbing it over her jeans.
She smiled at me, clearly loving the attention. Her hand found its way to my chest, unbuttoning my shirt a bit and rubbing my hairy chest and neck. I didn’t hold back. I reached for her navel and started playing with it. She started breathing heavier.
She slid her hand to my crotch, felt my rock-hard dick through my pants, and giggled, whispering, “You’re so big, da.” I moved my hand under her top, grabbing her boobs. She was clueless about how to touch me back, and instead of stroking, she nearly crushed my cock and balls.
Things were getting seriously heated, but then the interval hit. We had to stop and readjust ourselves. She looked at me and asked if we should stay for the rest of the movie or leave. We decided to head out and started looking for a nearby stay.
Vidya: Let’s be careful, da. Buy some protection—and lube, too, just in case.
We got what we needed on the way and checked into a decent place. As soon as we entered, I grabbed her and pulled her close, kissing her neck and lips. She was still figuring out how to kiss properly. But we didn’t care.
We went at it like animals for what felt like half an hour, exchanging spit like we were starving for each other. I pinned her hands above her head and started sucking her tits—36C, firm but soft. I couldn’t get enough of them in my hands. Her nipples were brown, with tiny areolas.
I bit them, pulling at them with my teeth while she moaned, “Ah, baby, please… gently, da.” I didn’t stop, though. I bit harder, sucked harder. She moaned louder, calling out my name, “Ah, Bala, please, baby!”
I gave her my thumb to suck while I kept playing with her boobs. I was squeezing them hard, biting and sucking like I couldn’t stop. She was panting, moaning with each touch. Slowly, I licked down her cleavage, moving towards her navel, licking inside while twisting her nipples.
She moaned softly, “Ah, baby, do you like it?”
I growled, “Yeah, bitch, I love your thick virgin body,” and I bit her hip hard. She gasped and said, “It hurts, but I want your mark, da.” That drove me wild, so I left her with an even deeper bite.
I then slid her panties aside and kissed her pussy. It was soft, well-trimmed, and smelled so good. I ripped her panties off.
Vidya: Motherfucker, be gentle, da! You owe me a new pair, da!
I ignored her and gave her clit a long, deep lick. She shook me all over, grabbing my head and pulling me closer. I went to work, using my tongue on her clit and fingers inside her pussy. She came hard, her whole body shaking as she screamed, “Aah, Bala,” crushing my head between her thighs.
“Fuck, da, I’ve never felt anything like this. You’re too good at this.”
I spanked her ass lightly and kissed her again. She looked at me, breathless, and asked, “What do you want, da?”
“I want you to make me feel good,” I said.
She smiled mischievously. “I’ve never given a blowjob before. Guide me, da.”
She winked, then pulled my boxers down and grabbed my cock, stroking it awkwardly. I showed her how to do it properly. Once she got the rhythm, she lowered her head and licked the tip of my dick.
I slapped her lightly and pushed her head down harder. She gagged and coughed but laughed it off. “Bastard, learn to be gentle, da!” But she was back at it, licking the length of my shaft, teasing my balls, sucking them. Then she started blowing me again and asked, “Is this enough, da?”
I told her, “I want to cum.”
She smirked, “No more words, I’m sucking you ‘til you cum, Daddy.”
Hearing that, I growled, “Be my slut now, di.” Her eyes lit up, and she went wild, blowing me faster and deeper until I came into her mouth. She swallowed the whole load like a good girl. “Swallow it, bitch,” I said, and she obeyed, gulping it down with a smile.
“Good girl,” I said, smirking.
“Reward me, Daddy,” she said, eyes filled with lust.
“How, di?”
“Fuck me like a whore, da. Make it feel like your last time.”
That got me fired up. I dragged her to the edge of the bed, spread her legs wide, and teased her pussy with my cock. She screamed, “Hey, condom, da—and a lot of lube! I’ve never had penetration, and I don’t even finger myself. I just rub my clit.”
“Shut the fuck up, whore. I know what I’m doing,” I snapped. I rubbed my dick over her clit, teasing her, and she cum again, trembling. After that, I rolled on a condom, lubed up, and slowly pushed the tip inside her tight pussy.
She started panicking, “Please, baby, go slow, go slow, da.” Even with just the tip, she was struggling to take it. “It’s so tight, Bala. It’s too much,” she whimpered. I added more lube, then slid in deeper, slowly.
“Aah, please!” she screamed, her body shaking, barely able to breathe.
I kept pushing deeper and deeper until I was fully inside her. She gasped tears in her eyes. “Bala, you’re so big. Please… go slow,” she cried, her body tense.
I paused and asked, “Should I stop di?”
Through her breathless gasps, she said, “Just fuck me, da.”
I will continue this in part 2. Let me know what you think at [email protected].