i guess i know if it was good sex, when i wake up horny and masturbate without porn to the memory of the sex. this isnt something that happens often. any of it. the sex good enough or the masturbating to a memory. that is how today started.
after previously deciding i was done with using people solely for sex and wanted to spend time with people in their territory, doing activities, valuing them as a human, swearing off “hangout” dates and looking for hot men for sex on dating apps, I endered the horny phase of my monthly cycle and threw all my new resolve out the window. I decided I still just need sex for the sake of it, even if its just once more to convince me not to again.
I cant be bothered to write about how i found the one i did and the ups and downs in between. but safe to say it was as annoying, time consuming, overwhelming, underwhelming and frustrating as always. Im skipping to the starting a conversation with him part. Cause I think we only started talking like a hour before he came over. I had actually messaged him first. Days later he replied. We started messaging back instantly. But it was already 9:30 and he actually wasnt someone I had been planning on using for sex. he was my age and kinda interesting. So i didnt think the coversation was going to lead to meeting up. By 10 we had decided he was coming over. By 10:20 he was here. I had said I was going to bed a midnight so there was only time for a quick chat really. But he was hot. And it was exciting. And I knew pretty quickly that no sex was no longer a option.
It was nice to talk to a grown up for a change before sex. Definitely easier when someone has a large amount of life experience also. When we first kissed it was bad. Like bad bad. Like oh shit, I think I might end up having to ask him to leave if the sex is as bad as this kissing. Like I have to tell him how bad it is. Several times. But all of a sudden something changes and it starts working and hes layed me down and is holding his tight body firmly against mine, grinding into me, his hands squeezing my tits. I moan loudly against him as I finally start feeling the sensations Ive been craving so hard. That firm touch, hard muscles, soft skin, wet pussy, clit grinding, hard cock against me, skin tingling, body aching, feeling.. My brain starts to fade away and all the sensations and my body takes over. Stages of clothes come off in random orders and after just about the right amount of time, I am naked and he is in his soft briefs. I finally get to feel his skin against mine as he lays on top of me again. My legs wrap around him and in a firm tight embrace we grind and work our bodies, feeling the soft, smooth skin all over me, pressing and squeezing ourselves together using our muscles against each other. And I know its gonna be good sex. This shit is my jam. And it tends to be found in older males, of his type. I was so releived. It turned around and I no longer had any worries of having to kick him out.
The first time we fucked he stayed on top of me the whole time. There wasnt much between kissing and him being inside me. But that is what i wanted. It was the way his body moved with mine that was feeling so good and i wanted to keep going. We didnt need foreplay. We wanted to what we were, but with my pussy squeezing his cock aswell. He had a nice dick. Not huge, but just the perfect size so that when he pushed himself as deep inside me as he could, it pressed up against my cervix in a very, very pleasurable way. That only happens when I’m super turned on. It can hurt. A lot. But it felt so good. Slight position changes were made and legs moved as we moved against each other, pressing deeper and firmer for more pressure and stimulation. It went on for longer than I expected and I was finding it deeply satisfying, litterally, even though I wasnt feeling orgasmic. When I really need sex I just want the feeling of a dick inside me. To be filled up, entered, stretched, to feel the weight of a man behind it. And the way he worked it deeply inside me was exactly what i needed. We used a condom so we kept entwined until he came hard inside me.
After a little break I ended up on top of him this time, with him on his front, so I could marvel at his amazing bubble butt. Boys who ride bikes have amazing bums. I massaged and tickled his ass and stroked his back until he was too turned on and rolled over underneath me so I could slide down on his cock. I was so wet from playing with his ass and when his dick hit the right spots inside me, my pussy juiced flowed. I rode him hard, deep, fast, slow, grinding, circling my hips, burying my head in his neck, sittting up and hitting my head on the air conditioner. Again it wasnt orgasmic for me. It nearly was. But it wasnt. But again it was the right kind of sex for me and that depth and firmness is so satisfying.
oops next dates here