NOTE: Because I’ve been asked in the past, yes, I do share my write-ups with the men before I post and ask their permission to share.

I’m going to start this off by saying that I am on a muffdive high right now. The man in question just left (at the time of writing) and I wanted to get this out before some of the details started to slip.

Last week, I posted in the sub looking for someone for my upcoming trip to Vancouver. I received a lot of messages, but there was one in particular that made me stop in my tracks… literally. I was on my afternoon walk, saw the message, and just stood there, wide-eyed and heart racing.

As a little bit of background, I found this sub 8 years ago and had some success stories under an old username (now deleted). I’ve managed to keep in contact with some of those men over the years (including my very first RAOMD success), but there was one that I hadn’t heard from since we had our time together in the summer of 2016 that I wish I hadn’t lost contact with. That is until my last post.

It was him… Mr. X.

He just happened to be scrolling through Reddit, saw my posting for Vancouver, checked my profile, and was beyond surprised to see that it was me. Of course, he had to reach out.

The thing about Mr. X is that, to this day, I still maintain that our first date was the best first date I’ve ever had. Hands down. It was so wholesome and cute that I felt like I was in some kind of rom-com.

I was on vacation in Vancouver, visiting one of my best friends, when I decided to make a post to this sub. When we met for dinner, I was a nervous wreck. Not only because it was only my second time meeting someone from this sub (actually, from Reddit period), but he was not my normal type at the time. I honestly felt like he was out of my league and I had no idea why someone like him was interested in me. He’s tall tall (standing at 6’4”), blonde hair, bright blue eyes, volleyball player build, and a dimpled smile that made me weak. I was convinced he was a catfish, so I immediately had him verify he was real because guys like that don’t typically go for women like me.

All that said, the date went so well. We spent hours chatting and laughing through dinner and a long walk afterwards. It was so easy. It felt like we had known each other for years. We genuinely wanted to get to know each other and didn’t even bring up the idea of a possible muffdive. He offered to walk me home, and even then, I wasn’t sure if he was into me or if he was just being nice. When he walked me back to my friend’s apartment, we stood there like awkward teenagers, grinning from ear to ear. I expressed to him that I was totally okay if he wasn’t interested, to which he stopped me and confessed to me how he couldn’t wait to have his face between my thighs. We made plans for the following afternoon and had the most mind-blowing time.

Cut to the present. We get to chatting and catching up on what we’ve been up to over the years. I was living in NY when we first met, so he thought that that’s where I still was. I informed him that I moved back to the Portland area, and he replied with, “No fucking way. I’m passing through there next week. I want to see you.”

The day of our date, I was a mess. I could not think of anything else. I never thought that I would see Mr. X ever again. Then through kismet and the RAOMD gods, he was on his way to see me. As soon as I got out of work, I rushed home to get ready for our date. Hair and makeup done, I picked my favorite dress that showed off my legs, put on some strappy sandals, and headed out the door to see one of the most gorgeous men I’ve ever been with.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to go very far. He met me down on the waterfront, near my apartment. I approached our meeting spot and saw him right away. When he saw me approaching, he flashed the most brilliant smile, and he started walking briskly to meet me. Without any words, his right hand slipped to the side of my neck, sending electric shocks through my body, and his lips crashed onto mine. I instantly felt weak in my knees and at home in his arms. Time seemed to stand still as we continued to kiss there in the middle of the boardwalk, the crowd buzzing around us. When we finally needed a breath, we parted lips, he looked into my eyes, and he said, “Hello, gorgeous.”

The last 8 years were very kind to him. His curly blond hair was longer, his body was a little more broad, and you could see traces of gray in his facial hair, but he was still very much the man I remember. We had previously planned on getting a light dinner and drinks because we wanted to spend most of our time back at my place. We flirted heavily through dinner, never taking our eyes off of each other, and hastily asked for the check.

Back at my place, we crashed through my front door and he immediately pushed me up against the door, our lips meeting again and again while he began to undress me in the entryway. With my back up against the door, he dropped to his knees to kiss my belly and ran his hands up and down my freshly shaved legs. He slowly pulled my panties down, kissing my hips and my thighs as he did so. My god, he was sexy as hell and I could feel my pussy dripping in anticipation.

When I stepped out of my panties, he grabbed my hips and kissed me right above my clit, teasing me until I begged him to touch me there. He looked up at me with the most devilish grin and ran the tip of his tongue between my folds. My knees buckled and I had to brace myself to keep standing. After a few more teasing licks, I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed him away, pulled him up from the floor, and dragged him to my bed.

He laid me down on my back and hovered over me to kiss me. As he slid down my body, his mouth left no spot untouched. When he was finally between my thighs, I was in heaven. Because he’s a particularly tall guy, he took his position on the floor next to my elevated bed, which was the perfect height for him. He grabbed me from under my hips to pull me closer to his mouth, his strong hands keeping my thighs open for his greedy mouth. It was as if he remembered exactly how to push my buttons. He licked my clit slowly as I matched my breaths to his rhythm. The way he moaned into my pussy made me feel like a goddess. It was so fucking sexy. In no time, I was begging him to go faster. As he complied, his fingers teased me by only gently pressing against me without entering me. My hips began to buck up against him, the scruff on his face giving me a sensation that ran up my body to my fingertips. I could feel my orgasm building and I begged him to not stop. With one hand grabbing my breast and the other entangled in his blonde hair, I came so hard that my legs could not stop shaking. Mr. X looked up at me with a big smile, quite proud of what he was able to do.

He came up and pulled me close to him. Both our hearts beating fast and our breaths labored. We cuddled and I could’ve stayed like that for ages. This was one of the things that I remembered about our first time together – he was a great cuddler. He had other plans though. Just as we both had finally calmed down, he instructed me to sit on his face. I don’t know if this happens to any other women, but I instantly got shy. I’m not a tiny thing and am always self-conscious about face-sitting, but he said that he had been waiting all day for it and wanted it now.

He slid down the bed just slightly so that I could brace myself on my tufted headboard. I lowered myself onto his mouth and bit my lip because it felt so good. Careful not to suffocate him, I began to grind my pussy on his face. He moaned deep into my pussy again and licked me exactly where I wanted him to. I looked behind me at one point and noticed him stroking his cock. The sight was such a turn-on that I started bucking my hips back and forth faster and faster. I looked back again and saw that he was trying to match his strokes to how I was grinding on his tongue. He knew that I was going to cum again, so he took his free hand and slipped two fingers deep inside me. His fingers worked back and forth quickly and I couldn’t take it anymore. I let go and squirted all over his face at the same time he ejaculated, his hot cum reaching my ass… exactly what he was hoping for. After catching our breath, we decided to do a quick rinse in the shower together, where we spent most of the time running our hands over each other’s bodies while making out heavily.

I will keep the rest of the evening between Mr. X and I, but I will say that his mouth continued to make me cum well into the next morning. (He also requested that I add that he purposely did not wash his face before leaving this morning so that he could smell me on his mustache/beard the whole drive down to California). I will definitely be replaying our night together for weeks, months, hell, maybe years to come.

As he was just passing through town so that he could visit family in California, we said our good-byes the next morning and promised to keep in touch this time, especially since we’re on the same coast now. Unfortunately, he won’t be in Vancouver when I’m up there, but he promised to stop by Portland on his way back from California. I can’t fucking wait.

I’ve deemed this to be a Summer of Yes, so hopefully that means more ROAMD success stories to come! Next stop - Vancouver!

Previous success stories can be found here: Portland | Bay Area | London Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3