He reached out to me 4 minutes after I posted my success story from Charleston. His message was clever, and he was funny from the start. We messaged back and forth for hours that night and every day since, matching wits & building the excitement. I already had to be in the DC area so we made a plan to meet up when I got to town.

He picked me up & opened the car door for me. Fantastic start 5 points to Ravenclaw

He made a reservation at a great spot for dinner. He was just as clever (and hot) in person as he was via text. I laughed so much, we had a great connection. There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted him.

When we checked into the hotel, we had the misfortune of having to share the elevator with strangers. In the room, we started kissing and touching. He traced his fingers along the valley of my cleavage and down the sides of my body.

He backed me onto the bed. I was wearing a very tight, very short dress with tiny buttons down the front. He unbuttoned them one by one, revealing my black bra. He kissed my skin before he pulled the right cup down, exposing my right breast, and he let out a soft "mmm yes" sigh of approval. He did the same on my left side and sucked my nipples hard. Exquisite. He said he wanted to give me a massage but wanted to do other things more, so we skipped that step. His compliments drove my excitement higher.

After undressing to just my black g string, he began touching my legs, tracing his fingertips between my legs and up my thighs. I was soaking wet while he teased me. He went to pull my g string off with his teeth. He planted himself between my legs and kissed my inner thighs. He still hadn't touched my clit and while I needed that friction, I trusted that he had a plan, so I sat back and let him take his time while I squirmed.

He parted my lips with his fingers and his face lit up like Christmas morning with a satisfied, smiling exhale. The biggest compliment he could give me with no words. He dove right in.

I floated off the bed and into his mouth. His fingers, his tongue, his lips. The pleasure was glittering shiny white swirling galaxies. My clit was exultant while at his mercy. He told me my body is perfect. I asked if I tasted ok and he said I was delicious. I couldn't decide if I should let him keep my pussy or if I needed to bring his mouth home with me. I don't need it anymore if it's not gonna feel like that. I've never felt anything like that.

He's an Olympic gold medalist in cunnilingus. In my mind, monuments are being renamed in his honor. A new pledge will be said in allegiance to his mouth. We could achieve world peace if he taught seminars on how to muff dive. (I call dibs on being his demonstration assistant.) After my loud moans and swallowed screams, filthy words escaped my mouth. I told him he didn't have to listen to me, I just had to talk dirty. He said he loved hearing my noises.

We took a short break to kiss and cuddle while he explored the geography of my body. His skillful tongue turned the electricity up to 100 so that every touch had me shaking and kicking my feet. Sucking my nipples to warm, golden orgasm. He licked my neck and ears and I was losing it, as pink and pale green flickering lights danced across my vision. A little butt rubbing - omfg, it was shimmering purple fireworks.

He eagerly went back to work with his tongue and, y'all, I saw God. She said she invented clits for mouths like his. I propped myself up on my elbows and tried to watch him, but I just couldn't. It was too sexy.

I asked him how he knew how to please my body so well after just meeting. He said the sounds I made were like a treasure map where Y marks the spot. He listened and it was heavenly. An intuitive, unselfish lover. He seemed to truly enjoy burying his face between my legs, it was like he wanted it more than I did. 🥵 There are men in this sub who say that they love doing it more than anything. Ladies, believe them.

If you don't want to read about reciprocation, skip this paragraph: We had talked about no need for reciprocation over the past few weeks. Then I found out he was uncut and my brain did the heart eyes emoji 😍 don't threaten me with a good time. I was floating from his mouth, and didn't do as well as I would have hoped. Hopefully he'll let me try again next time I'm in town.

I wish I had more time to spend with him. I might be racking up frequent flyer miles going to DC just to feel as alive as he made me feel for those too few, too short hours.

I really don't want him to comment, as much as I want to see how he would describe the night in his own words. I want his mouth all to myself. Not to be hyperbolic, but I'm certain that I'll perish if I never get to feel the way he made me feel again.