It was deep into my fall semester in med school and the stress was at an all-time high. I literally could not go a few minutes without teetering on a panic attack during one especially heinous finals week. It wasn’t the material that was difficult, it was that in addition to going through a break-up.

My friends were great. Taking me out for nightly drinks after work, and playing as many matches of Halo as we possibly could to get my mind off of her. But 3 years down the drain don’t go down as easily as a few tequila shots. So one night, my pal suggested I get back on dating apps, especially now that I lost some weight (via stress, not lifestyle modifications), and maybe, just maybe, I can meet a lucky lady for the night. I figured it beat wacking off into my comforter for the umpeeth time, so why not?

When I booted up the app, I didn’t realize I already made a profile. And it was a damn good one, if I say so! Well, at least my prompts were funny. My pics…well they needed a quick fix. And a slew of summer wedding and beach pics later, my page was glistening with my pearly white smile, chubby but lovable face, and the hints of sinewy arms beneath well-fitted polos. The game was on.

And before long, I was seated in front of a well-manicured blonde woman who regaled me with stories of her life studying the theater arts. She had short hair, giant tits, and was heavier than her profile suggested. But, it mattered not to me. Our personalities meshed well and we both had darkly sarcastic tastes in movies and humor. And she was hot, debatable catfishing aside. So soon, we made our way back to her apartment snd cuddle on the couch, with my not-so-easily concealed boner poking thru my jeans and rubbing up against her ass. It’s been long enough; I wanted to fuck.

“Want to move this party to the bedroom?” I asked.

“Sure, even though that’s the douchiest thing I’ve heard you say all night.”

And we were off. Dropping bits of clothing with each step, in between our furious pecks at each others lips and necks. Her lacey black bra unraveled at my touch and wrapped itself around my chocolate brown fingers. Her smile told me she liked what I was doing to her, as i rested my chin under on her pussy and began eating away at her beautifully plump and manicured labial lips. My tongue tasted every corner of her gorgeous pussy, with her juices running down my beard, frothing with every tilt and jerk of my head to accommodate her pleasure.

Her moans pointed me to her orgasm but suddenly after her firth, I decided to ask her to get on her knees and flip over. She obliged. As I sat on my own knees staring at her asshole, puckering at the thought of what I’d do next, I recalled my ex was the only woman whose ass I ever tasted. Caught in a tug of war between my sentimentality and my desire to please a stranger, I decided it was time to take the plunge.

Oh…., OH. Her moans were not of pleasure. Rather, not just of pleasure. But her surprise. And indication of her realization that the night was going there.

“No one’s eaten my ass before”

“Well just you fucking wait.”

And I ate it. Kept eating it while fingering her pussy. Her wet juices lubricated my fingers enough for me to replace my tongue with my freshly coated appendages to reach the depth of her ass no man or woman reached before. And I was fucking ravenous.

I dont remember how long I spent eating her ass that night. But the vast amount of both our orgasms taught me that I am not one to shy away ya from chasing a woman’s pleasure, in a selfish way. Nothing* boosts an ego quite like the pleasure of a woman in response to what one does. And that night, Selena got me at my most altruistically self-serving. While I ate away at her back end, every lick of her perfect asshole sent my memories of my ex a yard further back in my read-view mirror.

Yes, when I eventually fucked her pussy with my thick cock, every inch driven, was the exploration of a new frontier. And she took every cum from my cock with purpose, like she wished to repay me for my dedication to her pleasure…oh how fun making love can be when the two wish to fuck the living shit out of each other. For the remainder of the night, she and I slept under the steady rainfall beating against her window, draining each other’s lust.

My friends were right. This is exactly what I needed.