I received a lot of replies, and I was pleasantly surprised that the majority had clearly read my post and approached me with considered messages. This has been change since the previous times I've used this sub, before it became non-reciprocal by default, and the evolution is welcome! There was an abundance though and I couldn't reply to all; admittedly I got burnt out and was aware I was no longer giving responses fair attention.

Being a chaotic time of year, it was unlikely that many people could imminently meet. D was a later response, writing through almost three weeks after my post. It was just by chance I opened his message at all. He wrote with thoughtfulness and self-awareness and, despite being a couple years younger than my age range, quickly became an attractive candidate.

We met only a few days after his first message. I had warmed quickly over text to his playfulness and curiosity but also to his emphasis on respect with no pressure to answer - of course, I always did. I arrived first at the pub we have decided to meet at, perched myself at a table by the door and waited, slightly nervous, as expected, that he wouldn't find me attractive in person. He arrived; tall and beautiful and charming, flashed a smile, scooped me in for a hug, and sat next to me.

We conversed, and the nerves unknotted and disapated. The pub was closing soon after we arrived, but I absolutely knew I wanted him back at mine with his hands and mouth on me. I'd been turned on from the moment he sat beside me, barely able to concentrate on his words, but didn't know whether he felt the same. When he enthusiastically agreed to return with me to mine, I was thrilled. Suddenly anticipation was allowed to course through me, my imagination reeling.

As soon as the door closed behind us, we were kissing, my clothes an instant puddle on the floor. There hadn't been any prior discussion about our respective heights, and I was right on my tiptoes to kiss him and we quickly decided the bed was a great equaliser and should carry on there. There wasn't any subtlety anymore, I let him know how wet I was - as if he hadn't noticed - and how much I wanted him to make me cum.

D slowed me right down, knowing I loved to be teased, kissing my neck, playing with my breasts and touching and stroking all of me, turning me something wild. He called me a good girl and a shudder of desire shook through me. I was soaking by the time he parted my legs and even then he ran his tongue tauntingly anywhere other than my clit; just the occasional, barest quick brush sending shocks of pleasure rippling through me until I started to beg him. I wanted him and his tongue and his mouth so badly, and yet his teasing denial had me mad with desire. He plunged his tongue inside my drenched pussy as I moaned loudly, grinding against his mouth. He came up to kiss me deeply; letting me taste myself on his mouth and suck my juices off his fingers.

He smiled and emphatically told me how gorgeous my pussy was, how good I tasted, how much licking me turned him on, and returned to finally, finally focus on my clit with long, broad soft strokes making my thighs shake and my back arch and have me involuntarily cry out over and over again in the sublime, building throes of intense and incredible satisfaction. His arms reaching up to play with my breasts as my hands wrapped around his forearms. It was exhilarating watching him; his handsome face and playful tongue controlling my whole body with ease by now. He seemed to enjoy giving me a show; locking me in his gaze as he tasted how much I loved watching the movements of his mouth on my glistening clit as wave after wave of ecstasy surged through me and I moaned and called out loudly with the electric bliss of it all. I was in heaven. I was going to cum, but he wasn't going to let me yet.

He kissed my inner thighs and lightly sucked my pussy lips as I was caught in the breathtaking suspension of his edging. His fingers softly rolled my nipples and I desperate begged him carry on. He was enjoying my delicious torment, his face shining with my juices, completely aware that he was the one with all the power. In his own time, just as I had started to catch my breath, his tongue returned to my sensitive and achingly needy clit. My eyes rolled back and my body convulsed as the new, heightened explosions of pleasure coursed through me.

My hands slipped into his hair, my body now rolling with bliss, his name being exhaled over and over from my mouth as his tongue sped up on my clit and his fingers slipped inside me and he finally allowed me to cum; the incredible and intense rush of a mind-blowing orgasm lingering through me as I sunk back, speechless and trembling. He lay beside me, kissing me and stroking me for the long, long time it took for the waves of climax to end.

But he wasn't here to be one and done, and after a short while this excellent man returned to lick me again, bringing me quickly to a second, loud, incredible orgasm.

He lay by me and held me, and kissed me as I came down from it all. We took a shower together and he went on his way with plans to meet again very soon. D was a gentleman, who clearly knew how to make a woman cum and enjoyed very much doing so. He treats every encounter with respect, honesty and openness. I hope very much that he identifies himself in the comments, and allows other ladies of Edinburgh to know that he's one I'm vouching for. You'll have a fantastic time.