There’s a lot I enjoy about being a sexually adventurous being, but what I love most is to share the details of my adventures on this page. Granted, I’ve confessed my share of stories here as I’m someone who enjoys the chase of trying to put the reader in my head to the best of my ability.

Even so, my stories on here are highly selective…and many precious, bold men who open my page will see my stories and often share their fantasies about wanting to be the topic of my next post. It’s an endearing thought as I’m not sure many men would be successful in lasting beyond the fellatio stage of our potential interaction, let alone be able to satiate my sexual desire. Believe me, I’ve tried.

I often comb through the brief and pitiful message requests in my inbox of men trying to get my attention and trying even harder to keep it. These messages range anywhere from a brief collection of letters and/or syllables comparable to that of a modern-day Neanderthal (wyd…cum thru…wya baby) to paragraphs dedicated to detailing the every detail a man would like to do to me. Some are pretty hot at times, others…incredibly enticing but thoughtful enough to make me pause and hit “accept.”

A few weeks ago I received a message from a particularly honest username that included wordplay on Houston and being a redhead. It was wonderfully surprising as this one was not even the slightest bit sexual… it read: “I love the Soot Sprite tattoo that you have, is it from Spirited Away? I have two tickets to Spirited Away this coming Sunday if you want to go 🤭 Totally down to meet for a coffee first! 6ft, 29, red head.” I paused, actually thinking about how much risk would be involved in committing myself to watching a more than 2-hour film with a stranger from Reddit. It’s one of my favorite films of all time…and my insides actually welcomed the thought as excitement overcame me. I would not be going to the theater with him, but I wanted to continue our chat.

He is a kind and patient man, never pushing me in any semblance of the word and always meeting me where I’m at on any level or topic of conversation. On a whim, I decide to meet him at a rooftop lounge and play 20 questions with him. He is entirely not in any rush, unassuming…cute. I decide to hang out with him a few times and he’s incredibly understanding of my busy schedule, making himself available to me, despite his own busy life and habits.

We finally worked up to the point of spending more time together over the weeks and I finally earned a spot in his home to watch a film together. Though I would not be finishing this film per plans I had, I would take up Redhead on his very sweet request to kiss me. The reward is that he was actually quite good at it. He would also be a very sweet good boy who waited up for me, earning a reward of his own.

I shamelessly returned to his place at the peak witching hours of the night, feeling the lingering sensations of our kiss on my lips. He meets me at the elevator, and I feel my insides begin to…drip.

We stand and sheepishly attempt to chat before I ask where we would be going. “To the bedroom” was music to my ears. When there, we kiss and work our way peeling our clothes off, only pausing because I allowed him to have his way with my nipples.

I can’t stress how good he was at it - the way he slowly and gently but very effectively squeezed, pulled, sucked, kissed, and licked them. I was already a mess, and then I asked for consent to touch his hard cock over his clothes. I hear him say, “Please.” It was proper, welcoming, almost elegant.

I obliged him, thanking the stars that he also had a sizable gift for me to enjoy. It isn’t long before I introduce him to my lips…mouth…tongue…throat.

I’m working him, feeling his body tense up and release with my acts, making his pleasure known with grunts and moans. I didn’t make it easy. I would slowly and very intently take his entire cock into my mouth and throat, all the way in and out, meeting his eyes and watching him as he experienced me for the first time. The wonderment matching his ecstasy. Ugh, he was such a good boy too. No matter what I did, it became clear that he wasn’t cumming, and I ask to hop on him, and he of course obliges.

I take my time easing his wrapped cock into me, wiping my face and smiling as I’m still covered in my saliva, the aftermath of being a fellatio fetishist. I feel my insides adjust to him, enveloping his gorgeous cock. I leaned forward and held his head in my hands, continuing to kiss him deeply and caressing his face and head softly as I begin my slow ride.

We’re exchanging hot breaths and gradually increasing the amount and volume of our moaning as I am riding him when I lean down towards his ear to whisper, “Is this what you were hoping it would be like?” I feel my pussy clench as he squeezes out his, “Yes.” I tell him about how he’s making me feel incredibly wonderful. After he earned a respectable orgasm from me, I ask him to top me.

I remember complimenting his cock in its entirety from how it looks and tastes to how it feels and his use of it. He had been very intentional with his touches, kisses, squeezes as he explored my body. I loved the experience - this sweet ginger man, flush with pleasure, was savoring every moment with me and I found myself doing the same. We were lost together, mapping out each other’s body in our head and taking it all in. God damn, I was a fan.

I proceeded to spend the rest of our time together squirting and making growing my desire for more of him very known. I can’t tell you how overjoyed I was that this freckled sweetheart was able to entertain me for over an hour, and I told him I’d very much like to be back for more, should he desire the same. I mean, for fuck’s sake. He handled my most intense riding, tit-bouncing, fellating, and satisfied my every request. Why wouldn’t I ask?

Question is…do you think he’ll take me up on it?