I need a distraction

The drive home felt different.

I kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting on my thigh, and stared at the road without really seeing it. The whole weekend had been a blur — the beach house with the boys, the constant sneaking around to message Alice, then the caravan, her thick body, those massive tits, the way she’d moaned and begged and then deliberately switched holes at the last second to make me cum inside her again.

One weekend.

One girl.

And something inside me had changed.

It wasn’t just the sex — though fuck, the sex had been the best of my life. It was the way she’d looked at me when she **** that last load into her pussy. The wild, almost possessive look on her face. The fact that she’d broken her own rule for me. The risk. The intensity. The way she’d made me feel wanted in a way my ex never had.

A switch had been flipped.

By the time I was halfway home, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About her. About how easy it would be to turn the car around, drive straight back, and spend the next two weeks buried in her — in her pussy, in her ass, filling her over and over until neither of us could walk straight.

I knew if I didn’t do something, I’d end up doing exactly that.

So I pulled over at a service station, opened Tinder, and stared at my profile for a long minute.

Then I started editing.

I updated the photos — swapped in better ones from the beach trip, ones where I actually looked confident. I rewrote the bio, made it shorter, cockier. Added that I was “open to fun, no strings” even though the words felt strange coming from me. I’d never been that guy before.

But after this weekend… maybe I needed to be.

Maybe I needed a distraction.

Someone else to talk to. Someone else to fuck. Something to take the edge off so I didn’t spend the next two weeks counting down the days until I could crawl back to Alice’s caravan and lose myself in her again.

I hit save on the profile and sat there for a moment, watching the little notification that my profile was now active.

My phone buzzed almost immediately with a new match.

I didn’t open it yet.

Instead I just sat there, cock already twitching again at the thought of what I’d just done — and what I might do next.