NOTE: In my next adventure, I’ll be heading back to New York next month. I can’t wait to be back in my element.

I wasn’t sure that I was going to post this at all because I’ve been enjoying savoring the memory of this all on my own (and with The One, of course). After some thought, I kept coming to the conclusion that sharing my experiences is also extremely hot… so, here I am.

[verified] Date night vibe: https://imgur.com/a/yJVAIOA

As you may know, I was recently on a trip, trekking all around Ireland and Barcelona. On this particular trip, I started and ended my trip in Dublin. When I left Dublin at the beginning of my trip, I got a message from The One, aptly named because he’s the one that has set the bar high in terms of connection and playtime. In that one message, he was kind, flirty, and complimented me on something very specific that proved to me that it wasn’t some canned message. It wasn’t a low-effort intro and I really appreciated that. Then I took a look at his photos and there was something about him that stirred those tingly feelings between my thighs. He was tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair, salt & pepper facial hair that was neatly trimmed, and a hint of naughtiness in his light eyes.

When I was on my way back to Dublin from Barcelona, I finally messaged him. As suspected, we got on straight away. I had a few other men in my DMs that were waiting for me to return, but I wanted him. He made quite the impression and I was eager to see if that chemistry was real. Admittedly, I’ve been playing with a lot of men lately that are much younger than I am. They’ve all been fun and have matched my energy in the just way that I want. The One, on the other hand, is closer to my age (still younger) and more rugged of a man than my recent finance-bro type partners. I immediately began to fantasize about what kind of trouble we could get ourselves into, and I had a strong feeling that this was going to be more than him just eating my pussy.

Scheduling was a little tight, but he really wanted to see me, so we made plans for my last night on holiday. The hotel I was staying at had a pub downstairs, so I suggested we meet there for a drink, no expectations. I put on a short, beige, gauze dress that showed off my legs, shoulders, and the tan I just acquired in Spain. When I got the message that he was on his way to me, the first date jitters really hit me. I triple-checked that I looked okay, slathered on more lotion, and grabbed my room key before heading downstairs.

When I entered the pub, I saw him leaning on a high-top, looking down at his phone. He was exactly as he looked in his photos, but even better. You know how much I enjoy an Irish rugby player. I immediately thought about how he could easily throw me around and smiled to myself. As I approached, he looked up at me, smiled from ear-to-ear, and said, “There you are, gorgeous. I was just messaging you because I couldn’t find you.”

He gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and then he asked what I wanted to drink. With tequila in hand, I suggested a corner booth with wrap-around seating because I wanted an excuse to sit next to him instead of across from him. To say the chemistry between us was electric is an understatement. I’ve been lucky enough to go on some really fantastic dates this past year, but this was different. He was so funny and charismatic. It was non-stop banter and laughter. We talked like we had known each other for ages. It was all so easy between us. He would find any excuse to touch me and it brought a smirk to my face each time. The feeling of his hand on my bare skin sent shocks down my spine and straight to that sweet spot between my legs.

I’m big on eye contact, so when he would hold my gaze instead of shy away like a lot of men do, I knew that intimacy with him would be unreal. Then the true test came: was he as good a kisser as he claimed? He was thinking of an answer to a question I posed, and he said he needed to kiss my lips to help him think. My goodness, he was smooth. He tipped my chin up and kissed me in a way that made me squirm in my seat and want to drag him back up to my room as soon as possible. His lips were soft and his technique firm. A moan escaped my lips, I opened my eyes, and I saw that he was very pleased with himself for getting that kind of reaction from me.

We worked on our drinks and continued having a blast getting to know each other. Of course, he would steal kisses at every opportunity. Towards the end, I noticed two women at the bar watching us. It was such a turn-on being watched as his hands continued to run over my skin or as he kissed me deeply as if we were in our own world. When both of our drinks were done, I looked at him with a grin, my cheeks blushing, “So…”

“So… do you want to show me your room?”

“Absolutely,” I answered without hesitation.

When we settled in, he pulled me onto the bed to kiss me properly. He was being reserved at the bar. This time, he ravaged me. I could feel his hardness in his jeans and I wanted nothing more than to feel him. But he was in control. He moved down my body, kissing my neck and my collar bones. With my dress still on, he eagerly settled his face between my legs. His hands grasped at my thighs as his face teased me over my soaked panties. When he couldn’t stand not tasting me, his hands grabbed at the sides of my panties and pulled them off of me. He also got undressed and then he immediately buried his face in my pussy and devoured every bit of me. I didn’t even care that the curtains were wide open for all of Dublin to see inside my room. I ran my fingers through his hair, urging him to make me cum. His tongue and his lips felt so good on my clit that I didn’t think it could get any better. Boy, was I wrong. As I began to grind myself onto his face, his thick fingers slowly started teasing me as they made their way into me. When I felt him enter me, I gasped and threw my head back, letting out a guttural moan that I’m sure could be heard by whoever was in the next room. His tongue continued to work on my clit, flicking faster and faster, as his fingers curled into me. I was going to explode all over his face. It felt so good that I almost forgot to breathe. When I finally took a deep breath, my orgasm followed, sending an intense sensation from my pussy and through all of my extremities.

I laid there, gasping for air as he looked up at me from between my legs. “That’s my girl,” he said with a smirk. He climbed up on top of me and kissed me deeply. I could taste me all over his lips and tongue, and I absolutely loved it. I wanted more.

He laid down next to me, and we cuddled for a bit. It wasn’t long before my hands began to wander down to his body. I ran my fingers over his boxer briefs, feeling his hardness through the fabric. Just my soft touch made him moan in my ear, and that made me want to please him. I wanted to take him in my mouth and taste him. I wriggled from his embrace and slid down to break him free from his constraints. He felt so good in my hand. I took him and began to lick, teasing him a little before wrapping my thick lips around him. I could feel his legs begin to tense and his hand moved to gently play with my hair. Inch by inch, I slowly took all of him into my mouth. I worked on him, slow and steady, his hardness making me gag every time I had him deep inside. His groans motivated me to keep going and I sucked until he tapped me to let up. He didn’t want to cum yet. He had other plans.

He sat up in bed to kiss me and then ordered me to get on my hands and knees. Being the good girl that I am, I did as I was told. I buried my face into the bed with my ass high and ready for him. When he was behind me, he grabbed at my hips with one hand while he used the other to rub his tip over my wet pussy. I looked to my left at the giant mirror next to the bed, and I could see the look of ecstasy on his face as he finally thrust deep into me. Fuck, he felt so good. I began to push back with every thrust because I wanted more and more of him. After some time, I propped myself up on my hands and arched my back. His hand, which was first on my shoulder, began creeping its way around to my throat and I felt like I was going to lose it. The way he was fucking me was so primal. He went on about how well I took him and what a good girl I was. I fucking loved it.

He pushed me forward and I buried my face into the bed once again. His hand that was on my throat smacked my ass, but it wasn’t hard enough. “Harder,” I begged. He spanked me one more time, much harder, and I was in heaven. His hand began to grab at and kneed my ass, spreading my cheeks for him. Then I could feel his hand start to slowly make its way to my asshole. I knew he was testing the waters since we hadn’t discussed ass play beforehand. “Yes,” I whispered. That must’ve surprised him because he stopped what he was doing for just a beat, so I repeated myself. “Yes,” I said more firmly. He withdrew from my pussy for just a moment so that he could lube his thumb for me. As he returned to filling me, he rubbed his thumb slowly over and around my asshole before plunging into me. Holy shit. The way this man was filling me up completely made me weak in the knees. I moaned deeply into the pillows and told him that I was close to cumming again. Over and over, I said, “Yes!” until I came all over him.

After I had caught my breath, we laid down in a spooning position and he entered me again from behind. He wrapped his arms around me and began kissing on my neck as he fucked me with deep and slow strokes. I threw my head back and he began whispering dirty things into my ear as his thrusts became more earnest. I leaned back onto him, lifting my leg so that he could hit that sweet spot in my pussy. My fingers made their way to my clit and rubbed it as he fucked me even harder. His grunts in my ear became louder and I knew that he was close. I wanted nothing more than to cum with him, so I rubbed myself faster, matching his rhythm. When I was close, I told him and he thrust even faster into me. He pulled me even closer to him, so tight that I could feel his rapid heart beating on my back. We both moved faster and faster, our breaths in sync with each other, and we both came at the same time. The feeling of his hot cum inside of me felt amazing as we laid there, him still inside of me.

When we finally calmed down, I turned around to face him. We smiled at each other, me giggling, and we kissed some more before settling into a nice cuddle. We laid there for a while, enjoying each other’s warmth. He even thanked me for not throwing him out immediately, which I thought was adorable. As if! At the risk of sounding like “that girl”, I could’ve stayed in his arms like that for ages. That said, it was a Sunday night and he had work in the morning. He took a quick shower (during which I found him even more endearing because he sang the entire time), kissed me goodnight, and he went on his way.

We’ve been in contact since our night together and have been talking of making plans for our next meetup. Whether it be me going back to Ireland as soon as possible or meeting in Mexico for a steamy holiday, we will be seeing each other again to start checking off the list of items that we’ve yet had a chance to experience with each other. To say that I’m hooked is an understatement. He’s set the bar pretty damn high, and he knows it. I can’t fucking wait until I see him again.

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