Earlier this year, I was lucky enough to have a bit of success. Even though it is a random act of muff dive, there are huge components of safety and vulnerability that come with it. Our lives outside of this are complex and sometimes we just seek an outlet to escape it, even if only for an orgasm or two.

I had posted on a throwaway account a few months back. Obviously, there are a lot more men than women posting on here, so I was trying to stand out by showing a bit of my personality and having a little witty line or two. Despite my best attempts, nothing panned out. After a few days, I deleted my post and went about life. It wasn't until I logged back on that I noticed someone had followed my profile and sent a chat. The chat was empty, but I decided to reach out.

That's how M and I started talking. She told me she had messaged because she was curious about the community and didn’t know something like this existed. She had deleted her message thinking I wasn't interested anymore, but I was. Who wouldn’t be?

Our conversation got deep. M told me she had been in a few serious relationships which ended badly. She was also dealing with family issues, all while trying to heal and move on. I shared some of my own struggles, none as heavy or deep as hers, but sharing that we are all struggling with something. M mentioned she wasn’t sure exactly what she was looking for, but she was open to a muffdive for those random moments of horniness.

”Everyone is horny, and so am I,” she said.

Our conversation crept to a more sexual nature, and we began to discuss the things we enjoyed.

She described herself as just under 5 feet tall, about 120 pounds, late 20’s. Soon enough we felt comfortable exchanging pictures and she looked like a cute nerdy girl with big glasses. I found out she lived about 10 minutes away on the same side of town as me, a big plus when you live in a big city.

Within the same day, both of us feeling horny and reassured with each other, we agreed to meet up. The sexual tension was too much to ignore. M didn't have a car, so I offered to pick her up instead of taking a rideshare. It would give us some time to talk and get to know each other. I reassured her that if at any point she felt like backing out, she absolutely could.

I'll be honest at this point and say that when I picked M up, I was feeling a little dodgy. I was waiting at the designated intersection that she told me, and it was already nighttime. I didn't hear from her for a few minutes and remain cautious about my surroundings. Soon though she appeared at the passenger door, taking a phone call and hopped in my car.

After she was done talking on the phone, we started talking. I could send from her body language that she was probably a little bit nervous. I did most of the talking, cracking some jokes and telling her stories. We drove around for a bit until she felt more at ease and ready to go back to my place.

We sat down on the couch and I made sure to give her space so that she felt comfortable. She told me she normally didn't do this kind of thing, and I continue to talk to her to make sure she was comfortable. Nothing would happen that she didn't want. There was something ready to bubble to the surface, something she wanted to tell me.

M was a mom, she wasn't living with her kids at the time and hadn't mentioned it to me earlier because she was afraid of being rejected. I told her it was OK. I reiterated that I wasn't looking for a relationship to come out of this, jus enjoying the moment and going with the flow after. She was more relaxed after this.

As we talked, and she told me about some of the things going on in her life, I reached for her hand. She began to squeeze mine, and I caressed her arm as she told me about the things in her life. When the conversation paused, I took my chance and asked her if I could kiss her. She told me I could, and that's when the fun began.

It was a bit awkward at first, maybe because she was still a bit apprehensive or out of practice. But soon enough, we got more into it. The enthusiasm grew, and we began to match each other's rhythm. It was like finding a new dance partner, and after a few lip pecks and sucks, it took off.

My hands began to run around her body as I kissed her mouth and neck. I started to caress her breast, running my warm hands over them and then over her nipples. M had beautiful dark nipples that popped right out. There is something about nipple play that absolutely gets me going.

I worked my way down, kissing the corner of her mouth and her jawline and neck and chest. When I got to her breast, I worked them with my hands, like soft mounds of dough being worked before kissing the sides, and then placing my lips on her nipples. Her mouth was open and eyes closed as she transcended into a spell. It feels amazing to give a woman this kind of pleasure.

There is no eating without setting the table, and up to this point I had done an exemplary job. She let me know so, and by the time I asked her if I could takeoff her pants, she was ready to kick them off. I pulled up her hips and the pants came off I didn't go for it right away, going back to her nipples and playing with them more, ever so slightly clamping down with my front teeth and pulling it away as she let out a soft moan of pleasure. Then, kissing her breasts and then stomach, and then thighs, I worked my way between her legs, and went to work.

M had soft thighs, and I could feel them wrapping around my cheeks and head. She was already wet, and she let me know. I started off kissing her pussy. Then with broad slow licks I widened my tongue I started to take her wetness. That warm slightly salty taste that I had missed so much. The broad licks turned into wiggles, and then transforming my tongue into a pointy tool of pleasure, I began to hone in.

I had prepared and left a blanket there for us to use. She was so wet that the blanket got soaked right after I began.

I was going down on her for a good while, like a thief in the night trying to crack a safe. Soft turns to the left, soft turns to the right, listening for the clicks and the soft reactions of her body that told me what it was that was working and to keep going.

With each lick and suck, I could feel her body contorting and twitching. I could see her stomach tremble and her hands clutching my hair as she pushed me deeper and held me down. I loved feeling her hands running through my hair and holding me. I wasn't about to come up for air anytime soon.

I wasn't tracking how long I have been going down on her. All that was on my mind was trying to push M closer to an orgasm by edging her and teasing her. Finding the rhythm of the dance for her enjoyment. She began convulsing again, telling me not to stop and I knew that's when she was close.

I made sure to keep doing the same thing with my mouth, no need to change a winning recipe. Then a tremor took over her body and she pushed my face away. As she lay there in orgasmic days, I kissed her thighs and caress them. Soon enough she recovered, and when she did, I started working my way back to her pussy, kissing it again and then giving it those same broad strokes.

As we talked, I kept playing with her and touching her, running my thumb between her lips, and as she talk to me, I started to tease her with two of my fingers. I continue to edge closer and closer until finally I put them in and she let out a surprised moan of pleasure mid sentence. The wetness was clinging between my fingers as I pulled them out brought them up for her to taste. I rubbed them on her nipples, twisted them slightly before sucking the juices off. Then I went down on her again.

We had a bit more fun after that which wasn't related to muff diving, but it was a great evening. It started getting late for her, so we both got cleaned up and dressed.

We only had the one evening, it was a great experience. We kept in touch for a little bit, continuing to be horny with each other. But life got in the way of us meeting up again. M had told me on the ride back that she was planning on moving away in the near future. It would keep us from having an ongoing thing, but for what it was, it was still a really enjoyable night.

It is nice to know that there are people looking for the same kind of connection, a mixture of a physical and emotional. And at least for M and myself, it was fun that two innocent unassuming people would be into something so sexy and random. That's part of the fun. That little secret that you get to hold with someone about this encounter. About sharing and giving that pleasure to someone else and taking their mind off of things if just for the night.