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(Also up on my profile)

DISCLAIMER | Not my first success off RAOMD, but this particular encounter is worth recounting in all of its wonderful, wet details. Enjoy!

THE OUTREACH:

“I saw your post in RAOMD, and I think we could have some fun.”

Now this, this is exactly what you would call a successful hook—something that grabs you from the start and is effective (and playfully innocent) enough to stand out from the spammy muck and grab your attention.

Shortly after posting on the sub, I got a chat invite that, little did I know, would turn into one of my most wildest, wettest, and steamiest repeat meets to date. Normally before accepting, I like to take a look at whoever’s reaching out’s profile just to get a feel and sense of what they’re into/whether they’re frequently active and engaged/or are just lurkers and browsers who casually surf the sub. A decent green flag is obviously an account that’s been online for a while (months) and is clearly being used to post/comment/interact.

Two things immediately stood out from her profile. 1) She was kinky and 2) active for 2 years. Both excellent indicators. The former due to her knowing exactly what she was after with a guy, complete with a list of very specific and playful kinks to go along with some other naughty requests; and the second due to her coming off as sane and serious.

We kick things off very smoothly chatting on Reddit and making polite small talk, followed by taking turns in addressing and answering some mutual questions before we eventually moved to Telegram to exchange face pics and verify (insanely convenient for texting and privacy features, btw—thank me later if you look into it).

The conversation got much more interesting on TG as we got to know each other a bit more on a basic level, talking likes, dislikes, kinks, limits/boundaries, sexual health, and hygiene (!), with a bit of playful teasing here and there. Lucky for me, she had a thing for Middle Eastern men, so I got a head start pretty early on, and my chances were about to get better as the story progressed.

THE MEET:

She made it pretty clear early on that she hadn’t met anyone off Reddit before, so if things went great (spoiler: they did), I’d be her first, as there were some instances she’d faced that ended up going nowhere and wasted her time. Naturally, and in both our interests, I agreed on a social NSA date just to feel the vibe and get to know each other upfront without any commitments, as well as getting a full sexual health screening test for some eventual stress-free fun.

A couple of days later, we agreed to meet at a cozy café for some coffee on a lazy Sunday afternoon and would take things from there. Unfortunately, I’d arrived beforehand, and the barista had already started closing up shop, so I waited for her outside to find an alternate spot, and there she was—a petite, warm, and curvy (in all the right places) auburn Latina whose Reddit profile and post sang right and true, all fashionably wrapped up nice and warm in a manner befitting London’s icy bite. We exchanged greetings (a handshake with two kisses planted on each cheek, as is customary back home) and walked for a bit while chatting as we ended up in Blank Street (IYKYK). Fast forward through a couple of hours of laughter, charming banter, and exchanging personal stories on top of a pleasant walk through Central London; we decided to take things further after a week since the vibe check was passed and the chemistry was there.

THE FUN:

In the lead-up to the meet, we texted some more on and off, and as soon as I got my clean bill of health back from the lab and shared my results, the date was set—a wet Wednesday evening at mine.

She messages me as soon as she’s in the area asking me to meet her downstairs so she can find my address, and I gladly oblige. I bring her inside, and she’s immediately relieved by how warm it is, as I take her coat and scarf, and she makes herself comfortable touring the flat before resting on my couch. I bring us both a couple of drinks and pick up the conversation where we left off last time, but the tension in the air is clear. And we both want it.

My hands go over her tight jeans as the conversation fades to background noise, and I trace the curves of her legs and thighs with my fingers, gently moving up and down while we edge closer to each other. I feel the sweetness of her breath almost immediately before we lock lips, and let me tell you—she can kiss. No, I mean she can REALLY kiss—and that’s saying something. Usually, the pressure and expectation of being a good kisser fall exclusively on men, but in this scenario, I was blown away to find that my prowess was being ferociously matched by this Latina firebomb.

We’re interlocked in deep kisses as our tongues spar back and forth, our lips miraculously still intact, and I stop myself from tearing her clothes off there and then on the couch by giving her a gentle smack on her ass as I tell her, “Up’, as she follows me into the bedroom. The scene’s been intimately and expertly set by yours truly in lieu of her arrival—scented candles, fresh linens, and a warm mood lamp set against the tunes of my Spotify sex playlist fill the room in anticipation of what’s to come. We slowly undress each other while sneaking kisses in between, in no rush to get each other naked. I push her back against my bed and lie on top as our bodies grind back and forth against each other, feeling the warmth and clinging texture of her lingerie rub against my body and crotch, begging to be stripped off.

I start with her bra, slowly undoing it as her breasts set themselves free while we make out, and she teases me with a pair of beautifully manicured fingers rolling around and beneath my tongue. I massage two handfuls of soft, pillowy breasts in both my palms and wet her nipples with a bit of spit as I feel them grow erect and hard, turning us both on. I push her up towards the headboard and immediately begin to cover her with a generous shower of kisses everywhere—no area spared. A hand behind her neck and one reaching down between her legs, I feel how warm and wet she is, gently prodding her open with a couple of fingers, not too deep, but just enough to wet my fingers and bring them back up to sample a taste of her that she gladly takes off my lips afterwards. Our eyes make contact, and we both smile in anticipation of me making the journey south.

It's safe to say she has the softest inner thighs I’ve ever felt on a woman. I spend hours just caressing, kissing, biting, licking, and massaging those inner crevices as I work with her body, reading every twitch, moan, shake, and shudder. It’s not until she’s soaking wet downstairs and begging me to dive in that I finally go ahead and put my eager tongue and lips to purpose, growing hard with every pant and moan escaping her mouth, her breathing growing heavier and faster. The nice thing about living alone is how convenient it is to not worry about being quiet—the insane amount of moaning and groaning coming out of her mouth was just raw, sheer motivation to keep relishing that pussy and eat her out like my very life depended on it. Few things can turn a man on as much as dirty talk, being verbal, and being responsive in bed; it was nice to have all three in this encounter.

I manage to slide a couple of fingers into her as my tongue wanders back and forth, alternating with speed, texture, and intensity. “Deeper. Faster,” she urges as my fingers push into her, working simultaneously with my lips and tongue, feeling her swell on the inside before she bursts again and again into my mouth and over my face. I suck and gently nibble her clit after she orgasms to keep her going, feeling her legs and thighs spasm and tense.

She tastes and smells amazing for the entirety of it, and she’s insanely active. She grabs me by my locks and pushes my face deeper into her, as my tongue tours every inch of her beautiful pussy, sparing no inch unstimulated or attended to, selfishly wanting more and more. We take some breaks in between orgasms, gently alternating between intense, passionate kissing and cuddling, while she surprisingly massages my cock and pulls off a surprise I never saw coming, which I’ll keep to myself.

I’m normally graveyard-quiet during sex, but I couldn’t help but release a couple of groans and pants myself as I dived up for air in between sessions, my beard literally thick and dripping with her sweet nectar, soaking my lower face and bedsheets. Some women understandably get overstimulated and would want to tap out early or take a couple of breaks in between, but in this instance, I was the one asking for a break to keep up with her sexual appetite—and to retrieve a much-needed towel!

We pause for a while, and I ask her if she’s hungry, drawing an extremely shy “What are you going to have?” from her, before I get up and make her a spicy turkey and cheese toastie. We sit in peaceful silence for a while and chat before she finishes, washes up, and embraces me for yet another wild round of fun.

Both sweaty and wet later, I offer her a full body massage to alleviate the tension in her legs and body, and she gratefully accepts. I feel her melt into a state of utter bliss as my hands work her body, shoulders, arms, legs, and feet, a permanent smile on her face turning into a devilish grin at times when our eyes would meet. We lie in silence afterwards in a warm embrace, her head resting on my chest, taking a whiff every once in a while, commenting, “You smell beautiful. I love your perfume.” I massage her for a while longer, as we both laugh over the fact that one of her feet had cramped so badly during an orgasm that the toes wouldn’t curl out properly.

She checks the time and says, “It’s late; maybe I should leave.” To which I reply, “There’s one more left in you before you go.” She smiles and doesn’t say anything, but I get the message as I turn on my front to make my way down again.

Had it not been for the vibrating phone calls of a worried parent just beside our naked bodies on the bed that night, we could’ve probably gone at it all day. She ended up staying from 7 pm until almost 3 am in the morning.

She got up, refreshed herself in the bathroom, and got dressed before waiting on my bed for her Uber to arrive. I show her out, and we say goodbye as our lips kiss for one last time that morning before the door shuts closed behind her.

I go back into my bedroom and almost resist the urge to crack open a window to ventilate the haze of sex, sweat, perfume, and incense lingering behind. But the bedsheets need changing, and the room needs airing, so there’s that.

That night, she indeed found out that Middle Eastern men do it better.