I'm new to Reddit. Odd, as I only thought it was a place to post links for streaming sports from around the globe. But fuck. It's a rabbit hole of the unique, weird, wild, and interesting. Well, no forum is fun if everybody lurks. So? After reading about some of you degenerates, I thought I'd contribute my own story. One of many, many, many.

Ever since Tinder, Bumble, etc. have unfolded, I've had every experience under the Aussie sun. From 3some relationships to heading to the swingers club with a Dutch backpacker, to rejection (giving and receiving) and of course catfishing she (buzzed straight up looking for sex, and "no" it wasn't gonna happen).

Brevity is not my strength, so here comes a story that requires a glass of Shiraz with feet up on the ottoman:

I met Spanish Sophia (F 29yrs old born in Spain / dark skin, but raised Australian / accent) on Tinder. She lives in famous Bondi Beach. A professionally trained dancer, she was tall, dancer's body slim, small (but great) tits, and a huge smile and eyes with energy. Newly single we chatted, laughed, and had a wine at a cool small bar close to the beach. The attraction was there, so I grabbed a bottle of wine, and we went back to her place... Very cool, sexy apartment. White appointments with this Balinese / yoga vibe (very Bondi Beach-esque). Big windows that open to the beach. You can hear the surf. Fucking lovely.

"Let's share a joint," she said."Sure, once a year is a real treat," I replied as she got Spotify tunes going.

We smoked. She danced. We kissed. We had wine. Then we went to the bedroom.

She was newly divorced, and it was clear this situation required passion. Most of the stories on this site are from the "gape / anal / fucked her mom while gf was downstairs" genre, but this was connected, amazing sex. And... I went down on her with patience and passion. She came in my mouth (my favourite). She came again. And then again.

Naked... We had more wine. More dancing (from her, my moves are shit and who wants to see balls and cock flopping all over the joint). More sex. More oral. She released numerous times on my tongue, and I gladly swallowed every last drop. As we laid there, the chat went like this:

"Holy shit you know how to lick pussy. You need to write about it. You need to teach a class. You must tell other men. It takes me ages to cum from oral with boyfriends, but you got me off after 3 minutes in the first session. Teach. Write. Get on a cliff and scream your technique so all can learn!," she yelled.

"Haha. Thank you for the compliment, but I think it was simply a matter of my technique - your body. It clicked. Two puzzle pieces fit just as my tongue fit all over your pussy," I replied.

She carried on that "I teach", and we shared some laughs before falling asleep. More sex in the morning was had. We kissed goodbye and would soon meet again (we did).

During that date, she started on the oral "teaching" again. So, with my deviant, creative mind I decided to push the adventure. I said, "Look. You get 2, 3, 4 girlfriends over? Let's drink. Pass a joint. Eat cheese and prosciutto. And any time one of your girlfriends winks at me, I'll take them to the bedroom and go down on them until they cum in my mouth."

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. You would do that? That would be amazing. Only thing. My girlfriends are not open like I am, or they are attached. I only know one. She's from London here studying. Super outgoing, cute / smart, and great body with huge tits. You'd have the best of both world - one slim dancer, and one with DD tits!"

I smiled so hard my cheek bones nearly knocked my ears off.

And I kid you not. It happened.

A week later, I went to the new Woolworth's down at Bondi Beach, and the cashier looked and gave a coy smile as my checkout items were (with a bottle of champagne already under my arm): Prosciutto, French Brie, baba ganoush and crackers, chocolate, two roses, and of course to round out the purchase - condoms. I visibly reeked of "Tinder date. Tinder date. Tinder date!"

Sophia and I watched Julie (F 28yrs old) walk through the door with big energy, big smiles, huge tits, and clearly the life of the party. Confidence. This was going to be great. Sophia's only rule which she told me the week prior - no 3somes with mates - which I (damn it) respected.

As 3, we chatted and listened to music and smoked and drank wine and smiled / flirted for about an hour... Julie was clearly a party girl, and I'm a definite wine / occasional joint kind of guy. At some stage Julie pulled out this little bottle of "unknown" out of her bag, and the girls were sniffing from it. I declined, and the girls were getting loopy and happy as fuck, when...

Wink. Julie wanted her first session.

Even before the door closed (it didn't), Julie ravished me. She controlled it, she ripped my clothes off, and her confidence was clear: "I can't wait for you to lick my cunt" (gotta love this in the English accent) and the like. Her tits. Now I'm normally more a bum-smile guy, but her tits were fucking amazing. Athletic body. Horny as fuck. And as I was between her legs doing "what I do best (sigh)", Sophia was at the door watching "Isn't it just the best?" She watched a bit more, and then she retreated. Julie released twice in my mouth then demanded, "Get up here. I'm going to suck you off, then you're going to stuff my cunt." We fucked with intensity. We fucked in numerous positions - she was the boss, and she was servicing me as she fancied 'til I came with intensity while riding on top.

Naked, we brought our clothes out and were putting them back on in front of Sophia, and she (Sophia) was giddy like she won a prize at the carnival... "Isn't it great. Isn't it great!!! My turn, my turn, my turn." With shirt off, my pants were only half on - what's the point? I grabbed Sophia's hand and led her to the bedroom.

Her clothes were off in an instant, and as we kissed and I put a finger in, I felt her pussy was puffy and ripe after watching me go down on Julie. I didn't waste time... I went down on Sophia. She came. She came again, and then we went back into the kitchen for more wine, laughs, and fun. But? this is where it got a bit weird:

"Wait. I heard you fucking her. But you didn't fuck me. Why? What's up with that?"

In my head, I was thinking "Variety. I'm a guy. Every guy will choose variety" but calmer heads must prevail. Julie and I calmed Sophia down as the joint passed saying we have loads of time for everybody to get everything they fancy. And the girls kept sniffing from that little bottle. 30 minutes later...

Wink. Julie wanted another tongue session, so we shimmied to the bedroom. We didn't have sex that time... just more orgasms in my mouth. And, I didn't even leave the bedroom. As I laid on my back and Julie left, Sophia came in smoking a joint and said "Don't move. I'll ride your face this time." She straddled my face and fucked my tongue with these swivel hips - the best. I felt like a butler, or Uber... of oral. She came once like that. And then came again from doggy position while I mixed in a bit of rimming with ass up / her hips perched on two pillows.

Back to the food, wine, and music... we were all naked / mostly naked, and then I had an idea. "Ladies. My dream. I would love it if you two would lay side by side. Naked. You can chat, drink a wine. And I can just go down on you both. Back and forth." So we did. It was heaven. Two stunning bodies, one with creamy English skin, the other with that Spanish, darker tint. Both with cute, tight pussies that I could lick all that I fancied. The girls looked and smiled at one another as they came one at a time, and I was fucking lovin' it. As I was going down on Julie, she demanded again... "Come up here and fuck me."

Perfect. As I was on top of her fucking in missionary, Julie started to feel Sophia's body. 3some. Here we go. This was going to happen after all. Julie was most definitely keen for everything and everything. But Sophia started to get a bit uncomfortable - I could tell as I was fucking Julie and looking at Sophia. And a bit more uncomfortable. And then she lost it.

Shit.

"Why won't you fuck me but just her. I told you both no 3some!!!" And on, and on, and on. Personally, I had too much wine, but I had my senses. I think Sophia just got a bit too loose with 3 chemicals on the go. The night was taking a turn off a steep cliff, and I was in that Hollywood movie in the 1979 Ford Impala rolling and rolling and rolling... KABOOM.

Back in the kitchen, things weren't settling, and these girls were close friends. Hugging. Tears. Julie gave me that "look", and I knew it was time to leave. I dressed and packed my gear while having one last pinch of prosciutto. Fuck I love prosciutto. Maybe because it reminds me of pussy flaps. I hugged them both with apologies - the adventure had been pushed too far by two of us. And I shyly jumped in an Uber home.

WhatsApp messages were volleyed back and forth with everything settling and that it came down to - "Too much partying. Things from her past. Etc."

It was weird. It was wild. It was fun. But it's all fun and games until somebody gets a bit jealous.

I never saw Sophia or Julie again.

'Tis a somber yet relaxing day in Sydney. I'll reply to any / all messages, comments.