I’ve always been super horny but a combination of low self esteem and self sabotage kept me single for the majority of my life. Well, that’s until I met my ex off Reddit. Let me preface this by saying we are never ever getting back together, but I look back at our sex life with longing and a deep aching for so much more. I guess I’ll start at the beginning? This will probably be a couple of parts.

The lead up:

Like many, I was on the apps and it just wasn’t working. Besides losing my virginity in my late 20s through a ONS with a friend, I hadn’t had sex but thought about it about 47 times a day(and still do). I thought about posting to Reddit and thought YOLO WHY NOT? I wish I still had the post but it was something along the lines of looking for a FWB, emphasis on the F and that I was very shy. As expected, I got many, many responses, and of course, one from him. Let’s call him Jay. Jay sent me a message and we quickly exchanged pics and although he wasn’t tall or particularly attractive, he drew me in. From the day we started messaging, he did everything right – his compliments weren’t sexual, he ASKED for my social media after a couple days of chatting, asked for my phone number and stressed that I only share it if I felt comfortable(green flag and the phone number indicates seriousness IMO). It was like we were best friends over many life times and we connected on so many things – fashion, music, food, travel, movies, culture and eventually sex.  What set him apart was that he DID NOT RUSH INTO BEING SEXUAL. That was my biggest gripe with the men I spoke to – they focussed on my physical appearance and wanted to get straight to sex, but I’m a slow burner. I knew that I was worth the wait and he could tell too.

Things got sexual 5-6 days into us chatting after a post shower selfie got him worked up. At that point, I felt comfortable letting my walls down a little. He started telling me how attractive he found my body, my face and my soul. I had never felt so desired in my life and mind you, we hadn’t even met. The sexual tension was building and we could both feel it. The texts got risky and the pictures got riskier. We reached a point where we both knew we’d be having sex the day we met. He booked a room and I met him there.

The meet up:

He was in the room and I was on my way. I got to the door, took a deep breath and knocked. The door swung open and he was standing there with the biggest grin on his face. Before I could even worry about whether he thought I was a catfish or not, he pulled me into the best make out session of my life. This was the first time I felt those fireworks we hear about in the movies – I felt them in my mouth, my pussy and in my stomach. In between our makeouts, we were giggling, hugging, taking in each other’s faces and kissing like we’d done it thousands of times before. We left to get dinner before things got heavier but as soon as we returned, he was kissing me all over and pushed me onto the bed and told me he was going to eat me out. Just a reminder here, I AM SHYYYYY, I knew he wanted to do all those things to me but a part of me wondered if he’d change his mind? Before the thought could form, he took charge and showed me how much he truly desired my body. Seeing, hearing and feeling his enthusiasm just relaxed something in my body and I surrendered to him. I let him push me down and rip my pants off and my panties followed. He took them off and took a long whiff and let out a moan/growl that sent a shiver all over my body. He began kissing my belly (something I’m self conscious of) and was whispering all the right things. He caressed me and treated me like I was the most delicate flower… a flower he was holding himself back from ravaging. I could hear him inhaling my scent and when he couldn’t hold back anymore, he dove straight into my pussy. God put some men specifically on earth to please a woman and to take her to new dimensions and Jay took me there. He was licking up my juices (I get insanely wet) and I could feel his hunger and desperation as he licked me up and down and ran his tongue over my asshole. He quickly slipped a finger into my pussy, fucking me slow and deep while flicking my clit with his tongue. He had giant lips that felt heavenly on my pussy. I was seeing stars, moaning and writhing under him, I never felt more beautiful and fuckable in my life. I was bucking and felt him grab my thighs as he held me in place so he could give me the licking I deserved. I felt the pressure building and knew I was going to cum, I’m sure my screams and grunts could be heard but I didn’t care. Right as I was about to reach orgasm, he slipped a finger into my asshole and it sent me over the edge. I felt myself cum with a force I’d never felt, it could only be described as pure ecstasy and pretty much lost control of my limbs. At the same time, I felt myself squirt, I couldn’t have controlled it even if I tried, but he had already used his juicy lips to form a seal around my pussy. It gushed directly into his mouth and he eagerly gulped it down like he was parched. It was like a switch flipped in me – I knew i wanted to explore sex in ways I hadn’t thought of before. I saw what me and my body did this to this man and knew we had only scratched the surface. 

Will continue  with the rest tomorrow!