So here I am. Almost 30. Wavy, auburn hair. Brown eyes. Light Irish skin that freckles easily. Small B cups, but a firm, round ass on the large side. I’m 5’4″ and slender, though I haven’t been to the gym as much as I’d like lately, so lacking some tone. And I have three men in my life. Well… two, and one that I fantasize about. And by sheer coincidence, their initials are A, B, and C.
A is more benefits than friend. We met on a date this summer that went nowhere after one hot night together. And then I got wrapped up in someone else and largely forgot about him. Until I found myself single again and came across A’s profile on a dating app. We reconnected, met for a drink, and began a mutually beneficial arrangement.
A is maybe 5’8″, compact and fit. He has a broad chest and incredible arms… and the most expressive face. I love watching him as we fool around and fuck. I can see every feeling, every moment of pleasure cross his features.
We have incredible chemistry. He isn’t much into foreplay, but we don’t need it. Kissing him is enough to make me soaking wet. And he’s an incredible kisser. He varies pressure and intensity, he bites and sucks on my lips one minute, then gently licks and kisses the next. He moans into my mouth and it drives me wild.
The last time we were together, he broke our kiss and looked into my eyes. I held his gaze and we just… looked at each other. The eye contact went on and on as we lightly ran our hands over the other’s body… arms, waist, neck, cheeks… nothing aggressive or sexual. Just gentle, almost worshipful. It was an intense moment of connection. When I leaned down to kiss him again, I slid into his lap and pushed him all the way inside me in one slow stroke. Usually I like to tease him a little and really get him riled up, but it didn’t feel like that kind of moment. I rode him slowly, hands on his shoulders, still watching him, still looking him in the eyes. I tugged on his neck to bring his body upright and closer to mine. I wrapped my arms around him and moved faster. He collapsed back on to the bed and guided my hips, pulling me down harder. He always swears when he’s close… “Fuuuuuck. Fuuuuuuuck yes. Fuuuuuck. Right there baby. Oh fuck right there….” The twitch of his cock inside me always makes me pulse in response as I collapse against him.
B is 6 feet tall and slender. Green eyes. Strong hands. Soft spoken. Gentle. He’s also very physically sensitive.
We are so comfortable with each other. If A is more benefits than friend, B is definitely more friend than benefits. Our chemistry comes from our honesty and trust. We talk about our feelings for each other, our sexual desires, what each of us needs from the other on a given night. Sometimes that means cuddling in bed fully clothed… other nights it’s hours of sex. It’s a balance we strike through constant communication.
I remember the first time we had really good sex. It was the morning after we had hooked up for the first time. We had such good chemistry when we kissed that I was surprised when our sex was… fine. I could tell it had potential, but it was nowhere near as good as I had been anticipating. We had talked about it that night, and fallen asleep next to each other. In the morning, his alarm went off and he suggested he stay a little longer. I rolled into his arms and we began to kiss. Slowly. Gently. Returning to that great connection we had before we slept together. I slithered down his body until I was lying between his legs and began to lick his cock from base to tip. My hands followed my tongue as they worked their way up his shaft. My hands continued to move up and down while I french kissed his tip. He wound my hair in his hands and tilted my head up towards him. “How do you want me?” I asked. “Just like that.” Lying face down is one of my favourite positions. I pushed my ass into the air so he could enter me more easily, and then slid us both down onto the mattress. Then I closed my legs until his legs were on the outside of mine and I was as tight as I could be for him. He groaned and started with long, deep strokes. Every time he buried himself in me, I pushed myself even deeper onto his cock. I wanted to feel him fill me completely. Those movements seemed to ignite him, and he began to move faster. I told him I was close and he wrapped his arms around my chest, using my body as leverage to thrust harder. He came and I twitched around him, shuddering a little with relief.
C is proof that I am finally growing up. He’s the first true manly man I’ve ever been with, and really one of the first I’ve ever been attracted to. Tall. Broad. Athletic, but substantial. Nothing like the slim, deceptively strong, hairless boys I’d been sleeping with before him. C is older than I am. He has body hair. Facial hair. A deep, sexy voice. And powerful. Decisive. Demanding. Opinionated. Experienced. All the things I had been craving and didn’t know it when I was dating younger, easily influenced men.
The chemistry with C was… electric. We understood each other’s bodies without saying a word. We fit together perfectly. Our appetites were similar. Our drive and desire matched. He gave me the first soul shattering mega-orgasm I’d had in nearly ten years. And was, if not the very best I’d ever had… damn close to it.
Everyone has positions they love. I mentioned above that one of my favourites is face down and legs together on the bed, and C loved that too. But with him… God I loved to ride him. I would lean back, just a little, and feel this click. That’s the only way I can explain it. A click deep inside me as he rubbed against my g-spot and cervix simultaneously. And when that connection happened, I would look down at him and see this astonished expression on his face. Almost pained, as though he was in excruciating ecstasy. Because of the intensity, I couldn’t move fast when we were joined like that, so he would either pull me down into him or roll me under him when we needed to finish. Under him, my legs wrapped around his torso, my hands wrapped around his arms and my face pressed into his neck and shoulders I would feel him tense and then finish in long, slow, deep pumps that always pushed me over the edge and made me gasp with the power of my orgasm. He would stay still inside me, still hard, and feel tremble and squeeze him as I came. It was… incredible.
So Reddit… who should I write about first? A, B, or C?
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5u8z8p/abcs_of_my_sex_life_mf
B!
Holy shit