Page 32 of Almost Ravaged

I quickly reject the match request and move on.

I don’t have a specific type, per se, but I like to see more inclusive language. If it appears as though the couple created their profile together, I’m more likely to consider matching. I’m always down for female-led profiles where it’s clear the woman is as invested as the man or may have even initiated the hunt for a unicorn.

Based on my experience, if a three-way is a shared fantasy for a couple or initiated by a woman, it’s far more likely to be an enjoyable experience for all of us. It’s when a man tries to fulfill some weird self-insert lesbian fantasy that things go south quickly.

My second match is much more appealing. The profile picture, two people kissing a stuffed unicorn, is clever. I’ll give them bonus points for that. They identify as a man and a woman, and their profile was created nearly two years ago.

The age of the profile is another green flag. More than once, I’ve found myself in an encounter where I was the most experienced person in the room, and each time, I felt more like the choreographer and coach than a participant.

If I’m meeting up with a couple from Unicorn Hunter, I want to be shared. Ravaged. Deliciously manhandled and womanhandled to the edge of my limits.

As soon as I accept the match from username CandJ, a message appears in my inbox.

CandJ:Hi! We scrolled through your pics and instantly fell in lust. We’d love to chat about meeting up for a weekend getaway to Hocking Hills.

A weekend getaway? Love that for them, and maybe for me, too.

ShareUrHeartOut:Hey! Just checked out your profile. You two are so hot! How long have you been together? Have you done this before?

Their reply comes through within a matter of minutes.

CandJ:Oh my gosh. Freaking out that you replied. This is C (F), by the way. J and I are married and only play together within our marriage. We’ve been together eight years. We typically invite a third to join us two or three times a year.

Excitement bubbles up inside me. This is exactly the kind of couple I like to match with. They’re experienced, have boundaries already in place, and answered my questions without hesitation.

ShareUrHeartOut:Love that. I only ever hook up with a couple once (or in this case, one weekend). It’s just a rule I have for myself. Is that okay?

I gnaw on my lip as I await C’s reply. I watch the little dots that indicate she’s typing dance on the screen. A swirl of anticipation wisps through me as I let myself fantasize about being shared.

Between packing, preparing for the move, and making the actual drive to Holt, it’s been far too long since I’ve had a good release. I didn’t realize just how horny and pent up I truly was until now.

CandJ:Absolutely. We respect your boundaries, and we have a similar rule ourselves.

ShareUrHeartOut:Perfect. Pending additional information, I’d be interested in hooking up with you guys. Can you send me more details?

While I wait for C’s reply, I scroll through the pics on her profile again. The husband is broad, with narrower hips. His chest, stomach, and upper thighs are covered in hair, with a thick, dark trail from his lower stomach to the waistband of his boxers.

C has short platinum blond hair, razored on the sides but long enough on the top and back to grip. She has smaller breasts but wide hips and a round, soft stomach. Her thighs are thick and lush in the best way. Just imagining the softness of her flesh as I kiss along her luscious curves has my heart rate picking up. It only intensifies when I close my eyes and can practically feel the warmth of her thighs wrapping around my head when I feast on her pussy.

Shamelessly, I double message.

ShareUrHeartOut:You’re gorgeous, C. I can’t stop looking at the pic of you in the black lingerie. I want you to wear that the first time I go down on you.

She replies almost instantly.

CandJ:Fuck. Yes please. I can’t concentrate on typing out all our trip details when you say things likethat.

Before I can respond, another message comes through.

CandJ:I just called J over and brought him up to speed. He’s hard already. We both love the idea of using you as our unicorn. Do you want to be used, pretty girl?

My pussy spasms, and a trickle of arousal soaks through my panties.

ShareUrHeartOut:Yes. Use me. I want to suck on J’s cock while you finger me, C. I want to be filled up by the both of you until I come so hard I cry.

CandJ:We’re going to make a mess of you, baby. J would love to fuck you in reverse cowgirl so I can lick your clit while he’s buried inside you.

I squeeze my bare thighs together beneath the sheets, quelling the heat gathering in my core. I used to be embarrassed by the intensity of my sex drive—by the frequency with which I sought out hookups, changed partners, and explored the kinkier side of my interests. But I don’t let embarrassment rule my decisions anymore.