This last spring I dated this guy for only a couple of months. I would say it started like most, we were both super into it, both gave 100%. Then over time it seemed like the effort was less and less and I eventually said I was no longer interested in seeing him, even though I had enjoyed my time with him. If the effort isn’t there then neither am I.

Prior to dating him I got major abdominal surgery and went through a roller coaster of health issues that led me to being on blood thinners and unable to drink or have any weed. So I was always sober and one of the other medications I was on severely suppressed my orgasms. An absolute tragedy! I was also not on any kind of birth control. This was first time ever in 15 years not having some kind of oral protection. So we would use condoms when we had sex (which no one really likes) and while I would say the sex was good I never really got off when I had sex with him, which didn’t make him feel great. But it truly was the medication.

Recently however, I texted him out of the blue. I thought about him from time to time and felt like there was unfinished business so to speak. I told him I thought about him and wanted to see how he was. He invited me over for a low-key movie night at his place. I, of course, was totally down. Fast forward to that night, I sat down on the couch first, my usual spot from when I would spend time there. He sat right next to me, providing me with a blanket. We picked a movie and settled in. We had light touching here and there, hand on the thigh, rubbing of the arm. A little bit into the movie, he asked if I could do him a favor and he would owe me for whatever I wanted.. I knew right where he was going.

He wanted a shoulder massage. As a former massage therapist, I love still being able to use my skills, so I am always happy to give a massage to someone I’m dating. I retrieved my massage lotion. He removed his shirt, put a pillow between my feet, and settled in for his massage. I warmed up the lotion in my hands and spread it over his shoulders and up his neck. I could feel him melting beneath my fingers. I massaged his shoulders and back for a few minutes, making my way over his shoulders, I started rubbing on his chest. I moved myself close to him, my breasts resting on his back. I rubbed his pecs, nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck. My lips grazed his neck, my breath in his ear. I moaned quietly next to his ear. I kissed down his neck, inching closer to his jaw line and mouth. He turned his face towards mine and our lips met. I was so high off my vape pen, my body was vibrating. His lips were soft against mine. He is such a good kisser.. why had I not remembered this? His kisses were soft, sexy, inviting. He used the perfect amount of tongue. I was so turned on.. my panties were absolutely soaked. I sat up back into the couch and he leaned his head back, basically turning into a puddle on the floor in front of me.

I massaged his neck, back, and chest a little more. I gave him the cutest and most dainty hand necklace. ‘I need to sit up on the couch, I’m gonna fall asleep down here’ he said while getting up to sit next to me again. ‘Why don’t you get comfy?’ He asked of me. I reached into my shirt, unfastening my bra, and then taking it out from under my shirt. When I pulled it out, my shirt rode up revealing my large, full breasts. ‘Oh well..’ I said. I stood up and took off my shirt and took off my pants, leaving me just in my black lacy thong. I sat back down next to him, his legs draped over me. I rubbed on his thighs, tracing around his hard dick in his shorts.

After a few moments of teasing him, he says ‘I want to so badly to lick and suck on your nipples.’ ‘Oh you do huh? So badly?’ ‘Yes’ he admitted. I got up from my spot on the couch, crawling onto his lap. His was sitting with his back in the corner of the couch, the perfect spot for me to sit facing him. I gently placed my breasts in his face, running my fingers through his hair. ‘Ohhh…’ his moans muffled against my breasts. I began grinding my pussy into his dick, my underwear and his shorts keeping us from being skin on skin. His moans grew louder. I kept grinding on him, getting more turned on the more I felt how hard he was between me. He reached down and pulled off his shorts. He slipped his fingers underneath my underwear band, playing with it between his fingers. ‘Just a piece of cloth stands between your pussy and my dick..’ he said, continuing to move the underwear around.

I smiled at him. His gorgeous blue eyes looked up at me. I assisted him in taking off my underwear, shaking it off from my ankles. With my underwear off, and us both naked on his couch, I focused my attention on grinding my wet pussy onto his dick again, this time with nothing between us. I helped guide his dick into my tight, soaked pussy. I rocked my hips back and forth, feeling him as deep as I could in me. He put his hands on my hips, helping me with my momentum back and forth. I really like being on top, being in charge. But I really love when the guy helps like that. The friction of my clit rubbing on him eventually made me cum so hard and for what felt like minutes. It was the absolute trifecta. I was so turned on from giving him a massage, making out with him!, the tease grinding. (I would just like to share with you, reader, that as I write this and recall the memories, I am SO fucking turned on at the memory of it.. it was that hot) I had found that perfect rhythm to keep me in the perfect spot.. just the right amount of pressure on my clit in the right spot. My eyes rolled back into my head.

I’m not sure if he could tell just how much pleasure I was having in that moment, but he was going right with it. I bounced up and down on his dick, and that was the right move. I squirted so hard, you could hear my pussy slapping against his body. I think he was close to coming.. ‘switch spots’ he said. I got up from riding him. ‘How do you want me?’ I asked him. ‘Get on your hands and knees on the couch’ so I did.. ass up, pussy dripping. He took a fist full of my hair, pulling my hair just enough to bring my head back closer to him. He thrust his dick into my pussy, I could hear his balls slap against me. He slapped my ass, making it jiggle while he fucked me harder. I reached between my legs and rubbed on my clit. Doing that must have made my pussy tighten up because that next moment he pounded me so hard and fast and finished in me. I collapsed forward on the couch, waiting for my soul to come back to my body. He went to get some towels (you know 😉). After we both cleaned up, we sat on the couch, me still butt naked. I was going to just go commando for the night and didn’t want to put my bra on just yet. He slipped his underwear back on. We continued to watch whatever movie we had started earlier in the night. I couldn’t help but keep touching him.. I traced my fingers along his arms, his thighs, outlining his dick. Cupping his balls in my hand and giving them a gentle squeeze/massage. I loved massaging his dick. It was like it was less for sexual pleasure but more ‘I don’t want to cum from this, but this is incredible feeling’. As the movie ended, it had gotten late. I decided it was time for me to go home. I got dressed (slowly, with lots of bending over) He walked me out to my car, kissing me good night.