Hello lovelies! I’m back for another success story thanks to this subreddit. Before I move on, I just want to say thank you to everyone that has made my time on this sub (from respectful messages, encouraging comments, and insanely hot muff dives) a positive experience. There’s a reason why I prefer this sub to traditional dating apps.

I posted a couple times for Vancouver, once for a F4F experience (with no luck), just in case my original plans fell through. Thank goodness I did because that’s exactly what happened.

My recent weekend trip to Vancouver BC was something that I had been looking forward to for some time. My main reason for making the trip up was to see one of my most favorite people in the world. A very good bonus reason: a man that I’ve been wanting to see between my thighs for months. I won’t go into too much detail because, who knows, luck may find us one day, but he had a very legit reason to cancel our plans last minute. To say I was bummed is truly an understatement. That said, I’m always prepared for bad luck. This time, two very hot European men grabbed my attention and stepped up to the plate to make sure that my time in Van City was well spent.

When I got a message from Mr. London, I was immediately drawn to him. Aside from the fact that he’s very attractive (think a young Jamie Dornan), he was very direct about what he wanted. There was no wishy-washiness, no creepiness, and he did everything he could to make his schedule work with mine (we both had plans later that night). He wanted to see me and he made that very clear. To me, there’s nothing hotter than a man that really goes for what he wants. This is especially the case when what he wants is me.

We made plans to meet at a bar in my hotel for a vibe check. When I saw him in person, I immediately got butterflies in my stomach. Despite him being very much into this when we were messaging, my insecurities kicked in and I kept thinking that there was still a possibility that he’d want to back out. Thankfully, our conversation went really well. It was so easy and he made an effort to get to know me outside of the purpose of our meeting. When we finished our drinks, I saw a sly grin come across his face and I blushed. He later told me that he didn’t want to be pushy and I appreciated that he waited for me to make the move and ask him up to my hotel room. 

We got into the elevator, the doors closed, Mr. London dropped his bag, stepped in front of me, took my face in his hands, and went for a kiss. Oh boy… I completely melted. This man knows how to kiss. I could’ve spent the afternoon just making out with him and would’ve been more than happy. But we had more pressing matters.

See, we were both in a somewhat similar state of sexual frustration. For him, he had taken the last year to work on himself and hadn’t been intimate with anyone in that time. For me, in my preparation for this trip, my original date requested that I edge myself all week. Being the good girl that I am, I followed directions. Even after he canceled our date, I was good because I had already worked really hard to show restraint (there’s a lucky handful of you who know how hard that was for me) and i wanted to wait for someone else to make me cum.

We started things off by making out in bed, fully clothed, but things got hot and heavy so fast that, in no time, I was completely naked and he was in his boxer briefs. I couldn’t help but notice the huge bulge in his shorts and I grinned. 

He told me to get on all fours so that he could eat me out from behind. My heart was already racing when his hands ran over my soft skin, but when I felt his tongue on my pussy, I gasped and bit the pillow that my face was buried in. The way he teased me by running his tongue up and down the length of my pussy while using his hands to really grab my ass drove me nuts. When he started to focus his efforts solely on my clit, I couldn’t help but think about how much I wanted his fingers inside of me. As if he heard my thoughts, he inserted 2 fingers and began slowly fucking me. I was in heaven. After a good amount of time, he started to quicken his pace — both on my clit and with his fingers. My hips began to move with him and I could feel my orgasm start. I begged him not to stop, but he didn’t listen to me and stopped abruptly. He knew I’d been edging all week and he wanted me to suffer just a little while longer. 

He made his way up my body, paying attention to my nipples before coming up to make out with me some more. When my heart rate calmed down, he instructed me to sit on his face.

He got comfortable on the bed and I assumed the position. As I mentioned in my last success story, face sitting makes me nervous, but he absolutely devoured me and didn’t want me to let up. It took me a little bit to find that sweet spot, but once I did, I ground my clit onto his tongue and lips. As my orgasm started to build again, my thighs clenched and I had to make a conscious effort to not crush him. With one hand grasping my leg, he used the other to slowly insert one finger in my ass, making me cum hard and squirt all over his face (I did warn him that this could happen, so he was hoping it would).

We both hopped in the shower, where we quickly cleaned up and then spent a lot of time making out under the rainfall shower head. When we were done, he led me back to the bed, where he laid me on my back and got comfortable between my thighs again. This time, he took his time. He was gentle and went on about how much he loved how wet I was. When he was ready to make me cum again, he gently pushed back the hood of my clit and lightly flicked his tongue over my clit. The pressure was perfect. I didn’t want it to end. My breathing got deeper and faster as he ramped up his speed. He urged me to cum for him and I completely let go. I started to move my hips along with his movements and I came hard for a second time.

Mr. London and I spent some more time in bed enjoying ourselves and having a really great conversation before we both had to part ways. A highlight being him saying, “Anytime you’re in Vancouver, your pussy is mine, okay?” Again, going for what you want is just so attractive to me.

I’m not going to say that I’m glad that my original plans fell through, because I was truly bummed, but I am very glad that the men of Vancouver really came out to show me a good time this past weekend. I can’t wait to tell you about Mr. Galway in Part 2!

This Summer has started off to be something else, and I’m looking forward to all of the adventures to come. Next stop, back to Dublin! Will I have better luck this time? Or am I destined to have good luck with Irish men everywhere else BUT in Ireland? Please send me good juju!