I posted in here a little over a week ago, looking for a success story to take the edge off after finishing a super long and stressful work project. I was looking for a no pressure, no-recip situation where I could just relax and unwind.

His message stood out to me simply because he seemed nice and like he was actually cool with me not reciprocating. In most of the other messages I received, they either referenced their dick or mentioned that while not expected, reciprocation would be nice— which honestly made me feel like the pressure I was very much hoping to avoid would be there.

Once I looked at his post history, that sealed it for me. He had several raomd success stories, including ones written by his partners. They all sang his praises so everything felt legit. And while I wasn’t too concerned with anyone’s looks— total babe.

We had some fun back and forth texts for a little over a week until today, when I had a free morning. My nerves were something else, and way more than I anticipated, on my drive over. I’m not sure how freaked out I looked when I arrived, but I’m guessing it was very because he went right to putting me at ease. Crazy good hugs, by the way. I needed that haha.

And seriously. Total babe. Great body. Gorgeous eyes. Killer smile. Gold star.

After he led me back to his room, he gave me another hug to help settle me down before kissing me. I relaxed a lot— such a good kisser— and he started taking off my clothes and his shirt. I’m a fairly confident person, but it still felt really good for him to tell me how much he liked my body.

Then he really fucking surprised me. I’m not a small woman, so it’s been a minute since someone has picked me up and thrown me onto a bed. I’m pretty sure I semi-yelled “what the fuck??” But in a good way.

After that, everything is a little fuzzy. I know that he went back to kissing me, and gave my nipples a ton of attention. I know that he pinned my hands above my head and sometimes to the side. I know that shortly after he slid his hand between my legs, he was kneeling between them and absolutely devouring me.

I made a lot of noise and I swore a lot and I forgot to breathe multiple times. I did need a moment after a while because I got back in my head, and he stopped right away so I could calm down. Once I was good, he went back to work, and I came insanely hard.

And then again. And again. I can’t remember if he used his fingers for all of my orgasms or just some of them, because my brain truly did get fried.

This man was goddamn relentless. Every time I came, he’d come up to makeout with me and I would think he (and I) was done. But he kept diving back in. I came four or five times and after a little while, I didn’t think I had another left in me and told him so. Same thing. He climbed on top of me to kiss me, sucked on and bit my nipples, and when I figured it was time to high five and call it, he was back between my legs and got me to number five or six.

Throughout the hour that I was with him, he checked in repeatedly to make sure I was comfortable and made me feel hot as shit. I still had a lot of nerves when we were done, but that’s honestly just my nature. If I was a less neurotic person, I would have been super chill before I walked out the door.

That said, even walking was ishy. When I tried to stand up to put my clothes on, my legs shook so hard that I fell back down. Twice. Kind of three times. I’ve never experienced that before and the only downside was that I’m pretty sure he got worried I was going to injure myself getting dressed.

He sent me on my way with a bottle of water. I almost fell down his front steps because Bambi legs. And I almost ran out of gas on the inner loop because I was so brain dead on the drive home that I never looked at my gas gauge. Pulled up to the pump with four miles left in my tank.

It’s been hours and I’m still grinning like an idiot. I was only looking for a one-time thing but I’m definitely up for being an insurance liability again. 10/10. If you’re reading this to vet him, he’s 110% green-lit.