NOTE: I am no longer in Dublin, so please no messages.

Hello, lovelies! I’ll be honest. This didn’t start off great. I don’t know if it’s frowned upon, but I think it’s important to talk about the unsuccessful events. It gives a better picture of how things can go. I’ve had many successes with some great Redditors, but it’s not all sunshine and orgasms all the time. Sometimes, you run across some crappy people.

If you’ve followed along on my adventures, you may know that I came to Dublin in March with high hopes of having a RAOMD success. Due to a series of very unfortunate events and the little time I had in the city, that didn’t happen. I was quite disappointed, but it is what it is. This time around, I had the same high hopes and was really excited about some potential prospects. Weeks of anticipation led to… absolutely nothing. I’m not going to completely put anyone on blast, but will someone tell me why in the world someone would lead a woman on for weeks, up until just hours before you’re set to meet only to delete the chat? It speaks to the lack of maturity and ability to communicate effectively. Or maybe someone’s just really malicious and enjoys making people feel rejected. The audacity just baffles me and has put the final nail in the Reddit coffin for me.

In true FinappleJones form, I didn’t let that hinder my fun. I had several messages from that afternoon that had some potential. There was one in particular that I was very keen on. Based solely on the photos he had, Mr J is one fucking handsome guy. Think Richard Madden from Game of Thrones (turns out he models on occasion for local Irish brands/companies). Honestly, I was skeptical that he was the one in the photos, but he assured me that it was, indeed him. Through our conversation, I found out that one of his favorite things is muffdiving. I immediately thought that it was meant to be. There I was with no one to eat my pussy and there he was, hungry. The luck of the Irish was on my side after all.

It can be very hit or miss with chemistry when you meet someone online, but from the beginning, our back and forth was so easy. He was very responsive, flirty, and respectful. It’s such a fine line to walk when you want to be flirty and respectful. Not everyone gets it right. Aside from that, he made his intentions of wanting to see me very clear, and I really value that in a connection. As someone that grew up as the unnoticed fat friend, I think I will always have some insecurities around whether someone is actually interested in me or not. This is especially the case when I’m talking to a young, handsome man that can probably get any woman he wanted. Unfortunately, there was also the added hurdle of not having had more time to build a connection and getting to know him more. Then I had to remind myself: life is too short and it’s my Summer of Yes. I agreed to meet him and put forth beforehand that there was no expectation, and if he wasn’t feeling it, there’d be no hard feelings. He appreciated me saying that, but also said that he was pretty confident that we’d get on just fine.

We made plans to meet the following day, and I’m very tempted to say that this may have taken a spot in my top 3 dates of all time. On the superficial side, he was even better looking in person and he was a lot taller than I thought he was going to be. He got to the restaurant first, and when I saw him, I briefly stopped in my tracks and immediately started to fuss with my hair and my dress. He saw me and got up to give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. On the non-superficial side, he was a true gentleman the entire time. I was really confident coming into the date, but there was something in the way he was looking at me and talking to me that made me nervous (in a really good, giddy kind of way). He was genuinely interested in getting to know me and we found that we had the same creative brains (though executed quite differently). I had to tell myself to keep things cool so that I didn’t look like a complete idiot. Sometimes, when I get really nervous, I ramble and tend to lose my original train of thought. Thankfully, he made a comment about how surprised he was that it was going even better than he originally thought. I’m only the second person he’s met through “online dating” (using the term very loosely here), which I thought was super flattering considering he could definitely have his pick, so he was kind of nervous about how things would go. When we were finishing up with dinner, we sat there grinning at each other and he asked me what I wanted to do. I replied with, “What do you want to do?” He leaned in and answered with a hell of a smirk that is ingrained in my brain still, “I want to show you a good time.” He paid for dinner and we headed back to my hotel.

As soon as we settled in, we sat on the edge of the bed and had a little bit of chit chat, which led to a really hot makeout. If there’s one thing I like more than having my pussy eaten, it’s making out with someone that really knows how to kiss. This guy was phenomenal. We were completely in sync and hungry for it. As he moved to kiss the side of my neck, which is a big turn-on for me, his hands started to make their way up my thighs and to my freshly waxed pussy. As soon as his fingers touched me, I gasped and pulled him closer. His mouth returned to mine as he worked his thumb on my clit and two fingers inside of me. I don’t know if it was the sitting position we were in or just his long fingers, but he was hitting my g-spot and I thought he was going to make me cum right then and there. It’s been a while since someone has really hit that spot and I didn’t want it to end. He whispered in my ear, “My god, you are so wet.” The way he said that made me feel like a fucking goddess (side note: I came the following morning just thinking about this specific part of the evening). I think he could sense that I was close and he wanted to prolong the feeling, so he pulled back and instructed me to get undressed.

With me naked and him in his cute boxer briefs, I laid on my back. He hovered over me as we made out some more. Neither one of us could get enough of kissing each other. Then he made his way down my body, stopping to take each breast into his mouth. I looked down at him and I couldn’t help but think how sexy this man is. Watching him and feeling his mouth and tongue lick around my nipples gave me goosebumps. I’m usually quite shy about my belly, but the way he kissed down my torso made me feel really comfortable and absolutely desired. When his face was finally between my thighs, he whispered, “I’ve been thinking about these thighs all day.” He teased me quite a bit by kissing the insides of my thighs and everywhere else but my pussy. Then when his tongue finally touched me, I closed my eyes and threw my head back. I was in heaven. His tongue lapped across my clit, sending vibrations throughout my entire body. On occasion, he’d gently suck on my clit while also flicking it with the tip of his tongue and it drove me absolutely wild. But he wanted to take his time. I wondered if he could sense that my orgasm was building because when I was close, he’d switch it up. He edged me like that for ages and it drove me crazy. The feeling of his mouth on me and his fingers inside me was too much for me. After some time, my hips moved with his tongue and I was ready to cum. He kept rhythm with me, hands firmly grasping my thighs to keep me as close to him as possible, and I just exploded. As I laid there in post-orgasmic bliss, he continued to kiss the inside of my thighs, making me squirm even more.

We took a break, laid in bed, made out a lot, and talked about some of our passions (non-sexual) and other life stories. I know some people are fine with doing the deed and only doing the deed, but I really enjoy making connections and learning about people and what makes them tick. Mr J was on the same page and we found ourselves deep in conversation between kissing.

After another long makeout session (honestly, I could kiss him for hours… well, maybe that IS what happened, now that I think about it), he said that he wanted me to sit on his face. Since my time in London, I’ve been feeling more and more comfortable with facesitting, so I didn’t even hesitate this time. He scooted down the bed so that he was laying flat and I got in position. I lowered myself onto his waiting tongue and braced myself with my hands on the padded headboard. I let go of any insecurities and just enjoyed the feeling of him underneath me. It was so fucking amazing. His tongue licked all of me, and as I caught a glimpse of us in the mirror, I could see that he was very turned on. It’s so hot for me to see how turned on someone can get from giving pleasure. I continued to ride his face until I was on the verge of cumming again. When I told him that he was going to make me cum, his grip on my thighs held firm as he continued working on my clit. I came so hard, drenching him in my juices, but he didn’t let up. He kept licking me and wouldn’t stop. With his arms hooked around my thighs, I couldn’t move and had no choice but to ride it out. The feeling was insanely intense. I had my face pressed up against the headboard as I kept grinding onto his greedy mouth, only slightly worried that I would suffocate him. He held me in place until I came all over his face again.

It being a Sunday night, he couldn’t stay over and had to head home. As much as we both wanted to keep going, it was nearly midnight and he had a 45-min ride back home. He hopped in the shower for a quick rinse, got dressed, and came in for another kiss before leaving me completely spent and knees weak.

As I mentioned in my last success story, this will likely be my last success… especially since I feel some kinda way about my recent exchanges and letdowns. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed my time here and have met some fantastic people from the sub. Even those of you who read and comment on my posts have been great! But it’s time to take a step back. It was fun while it lasted.

A huge THANK YOU to Mr. J for such an amazing night. You’ve restored my faith in Dublin men and have proved that there are good ones out there. Even outside the bedroom, you are such a good person and an inspiration to go after the things that make me happy. I’m actually really glad that my original plans didn’t pan out because this was exactly what I needed.

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