NOTE: As I mentioned in Parts 1 and 2, I’m splitting my London success stories into 3 parts. You can find the link to the other parts at the bottom of this post.

If you’ve read the previous London posts, you can probably imagine how absolutely satisfied I was. I was completely content with my experiences with Mr. Marathon and Mr. Tease. Enter Mr. Softie. Before you come at me for his name, it’s not what you think!

Mr. Softie and I met after my first post for London. To be quite honest, I was a bit intimidated by him. Not only is he incredibly good looking, but this man exudes the typical Bad Boy persona, complete with tattoos from head to toe. I was upfront with him in the beginning and told him I was quite surprised that I was his type. He reassured me that I was, indeed, his type and that he really wanted to see me. Unfortunately, our schedules were really hard to work out, so I didn’t think it was going to happen.

On my last day, he sent me a message saying that he was going to move some things around and that he really wanted to make the time. I was really nervous and almost canceled, but it was my last night in town… so, I went for it. I was really exhausted from a full day of exploring, so I suggested that he come by my hotel with a bottle of wine instead of us meeting somewhere first. When he showed up, not only did he have wine, but he brought a ton of snacks and sweet treats… he already knew the way to my heart.

I immediately knew that I had nothing to worry about because our date was really quite wholesome. He may look super tough, but he was a big softie through and through. We lounged around in our chonies, laughing and telling stories. I don’t remember the last time I laughed that much. We cuddled and he looked at me like he was really seeing into my soul.

In no time, our cuddles turned into kissing, which then turned into an experience that was both sensual and commanding at the same time. His mouth had me moaning and squirming under his touch. Every time I would try and clench my thighs, his strong hands would hold them firm and in place. I love when men are assertive like this, so I let go and let him have his way with me. His tongue expertly teased my clit until I was begging for him to make me cum. After I climaxed, he laid down next to me and just held me close.

One of the things that really turned me on is that Mr. Softie is a talker. Now, this can go really bad or really well. A lot of the time, I feel like men kind of force dirty talk and it doesn’t come across as sexy as they think it does. This time, however, it went really well. During one round, we were spooning and his hand was gently rubbing my pussy while he described a fantasy of his to me in my ear. His tone, pacing, and periodic kisses on my neck drove me crazy. I could also feel how hard he was as I grinded back onto him. My senses were overwhelmed and I came so hard that I could barely move afterward. He took that as his queue to return his mouth to my pussy and forced another orgasm out of me before I had to swat him away.

We continued like this for a few more rounds, with lots of giggling and kissing in between, until it got too late and he had to go.

I’m really glad I didn’t let my nerves and self-conscious thoughts get to me because I would’ve missed out on a really great experience with Mr. Softie. It was the perfect way to end my time in London. As I’m writing this, I’ve already left London and am in my next destination. I’m not sure that I’ll want to meet up with anyone here, but I’m certain there will be at least one more success story from my trip. So, stay tuned!

London Part 1: HERE

London Part 2: HERE

Previous success stories can be found here and here.