Taken the morning after [Verified]: https://imgur.com/a/o9FHQN6

Hello, lovelies! I’m back to finish up telling you about my weekend getaway to Van City.

BUT before I do so, I just want to say that this may be one of my last stories for the sub. I really appreciate the love that I get via comments and chat messages, but the rotten apples (not necessarily from this sub) have taken a toll on me. Everyone has their limits, and for my own sanity, I think it may be a good time to take a little step back soon. I’ll still post searches for when I travel, but I may keep the details to myself. If Dublin pulls through for me (I have a very good potential meet-up in the works), that may be my last RAOMD success (if it is a success… no pressure to the lucky guy).

If you’ve read my posts here and elsewhere, you may have noticed my affinity for Irish men. It’s not even necessarily something I seek out either. I just seem to be a magnet, which I will never complain about. Aside from the sexy accent, Irish men (in general) have this charisma about them that I cannot get enough of. The men I’ve been with have this mixture of confidence, assertiveness, and playfulness that I find to be extremely hot. Finally, I may have found the type of men that match my energy.

Mr. Galway was one of the first men that messaged me when I was looking for someone in Vancouver. He sent a chat message saying that he was aware that I had plans with someone else, but he was also eager to see me regardless of that. He attached a photo of himself and I was very attracted. I always say that I don’t have a type (I honestly find myself attracted to a variety of different people), but if I had to say, it would be someone like him. He has dark hair, piercing blue eyes, dimples, neatly trimmed facial hair, broad shoulders, a little soft in the middle, and looks like he doesn’t skip leg day. A big teddy bear of a man. As soon as he mentioned he was Irish, my initial reaction was, “Oh, fuck off, I’m in trouble.” Knowing what I know now, that was an understatement.

One of the benefits of sharing the details of my dates with you all is that any of my potential future dates already have an idea of what I like. Mr. Galway told me that he devoured all of my success stories and was confident that he could give me an experience to rival the rest. I was intrigued and more than willing to give him a shot. Over the next few weeks, he did not hesitate to let me know that he was thinking of me and couldn’t wait to see me, but we kept things light so that we had lots to chat about when we saw each other.

The night of our date, he sent a Lyft to pick me up and take me to the restaurant. When the car pulled up, I saw him standing outside and I instantly got warm all over. He’d always FaceTime me when he got back from the gym, so all I’d ever seen him in was athletic gear and a mess of sweaty dark curls on top of his head. So, when I got to the restaurant and saw him in a button down shirt (sleeves rolled up to show off his tattoos), dress slacks, gold watch, and loafers, I was a bit impressed. He put some effort into his appearance for me and that went a long way.

When I walked up, I was laughing out of nervousness. He immediately pulled me into a hug and planted a kiss on my forehead. I’m not going to lie, I was a little disappointed that he didn’t properly kiss me at this point, but I didn’t mind waiting longer. He grabbed my hand and led me inside, where we sat at the bar. All through drinks and dinner, his left hand never left my thigh. The way he would lean over and whisper in my ear all of the things he wanted to do to me made my knees weak and pussy wet. This man was DIRTY and I was loving every second of it. The gorgeous bartender gave me a smirk on more than one occasion because I’m sure she knew I was falling for every single line he fed me.

After dinner, we took a cute walk towards the Sea Wall and found a bench overlooking the water so that we could continue getting to know each other a bit… and maybe make out a little (or a lot). Once it started to get darker out and there weren’t a lot of people around, Mr. Galway decided to be a little risky. As we kissed, he parted my legs, ran his hand further up my thighs, ran his fingers along the edge of my panties, and then dipped his finger into my wet pussy. The surprised look he gave me made me grin like the Cheshire Cat. “Oh my days, you are so wet,” he said to me. When he pulled his finger out, I grabbed his hand and licked my juices off of his finger. I could see his pants start to tighten and I knew it was time to head back to my hotel.

In the Lyft back to the hotel, we could not keep our hands off of each other. I didn’t even care that the driver kept trying to get a peek in the rearview, I wanted Mr. Galway now.

When we finally made our way up to my room on the 16th floor, he instructed me to sit on the edge of the bed. He got on his knees in front of me so that we were face to face. He ran his hands over my body while he kissed my neck, shoulders, collar bone, and further down. I leaned back onto my elbows and watched him kiss the inside of my thighs as he placed my legs over his shoulders. The feeling made me squirm. He placed his mouth over my pussy and I could feel his warm breath through my thong.

Before I got too comfortable, he pulled away and stood up to undress. Everytime my eyes started to wander down his body, he was firm and told me to look him in his eyes. He knows that I have a thing for watching, so he was denying me that pleasure, but the way he was looking at me with hunger in his eyes more than made up for it. When he was down to his boxers, he moved his attention to me and lifted my dress over my head and then slipped my thong off. Kissing me from the insides of my knees to my upper thighs, he sprinkled me with compliments about how sexy he thought I was. This made me feel really good in my body and not at all self-conscious about being completely naked in front of him.

As he made his way up my body, he sucked on my nipples, making them extremely tender. He then lifted his head to kiss me on the lips while he slipped his fingers into my extremely wet pussy. After a short time, he brought his fingers between our lips and we both licked my juices off of them. By far, it was the hottest kiss I’ve had in a long long long time.

Then it was finally time to get down to business. I still hadn’t felt his tongue on my pussy and I was aching for it. He told me to lie back and put my feet on the edge of the bed, knees up. He started from the bottom, licking the wetness that had dribbled down to my asshole, and then made his way up to my clit. He very gently sucked on it and then swirled the flat of his tongue all around, making me grab the sheets above my head and squeal in delight. The way this man took his time and paid attention to how my body reacted to every single thing he did was beyond amazing. He wasn’t in any kind of rush to make me cum. He had mentioned previously that it wasn’t about the number of times but the quality of the experience. Men, take notes.

It felt like he was between my legs for almost an hour before he decided it was time for me to have my first orgasm of the night. He put all of his effort on my clit, moving faster as his fingers teased the entrance of my pussy. I made sure to speak up when I wanted him to move a little this way or that way, faster or slower, and more or less pressure. He listened and I felt my orgasm building. When I was just at the edge, I told him to fuck me with his fingers, and as soon as his fingers entered me and found my g-spot, I came harder and longer than I had in a really long time. As soon as I recovered my breath, I sat up to kiss him and taste me all over his mouth.

Over the course of our evening together (he was with me well into the next day), he ate my pussy from behind while I was bent over on the bench at the window overlooking the lights of the stadium next door (same spot as in the attached photo), at one point I sat on his face reversed so that I could watch him stroke himself, then there was the time where he spanked me while he fucked me with his fingers (I am still sore as I post this), and then a particularly hot round where he forced 3 orgasms out of me back-to-back while I couldn’t help but moan his name over and over again. Between rounds, we kissed, we talked, and gave each other massages. At some point in the early morning, we fell asleep. When I awoke the next morning, the sun was peeking through the curtains and his face was already between my thighs. He was insatiable and I loved it.

It’s been over a week since our time together and he’s already made arrangements to come see me this weekend. He wants to see me one more time before I head off to Ireland so that I don’t forget what’s waiting for me in the Pacific Northwest. One might think he’s smitten, and I may be, too. I had brunch with a girlfriend shortly after Mr. Galway left. She looked at me and said that I was GLOWING. I don’t tell all my real life friends about my travel shenanigans, but I couldn’t help but dish the details. Could this be the beginning of something not-so-random?

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