Various Stories of Single Life [mf] [oral] [anal] [mast] [swallow] [facial]

My ex and I were together for six years. Initially, I was lured in with the promise of wild sex with a sexy woman. On a road trip, she asked if I’d ever gotten road head. When I said no, she leaned over and put her head in my lap and sucked until I came in her mouth. She swallowed and then we went back to listening to some podcast as if nothing had happened. In a hotel room in Miami, she told me to cum on her face. Gradually, though, things settled down and we ended up, as most people in long term relationships, having pretty boring sex. Missionary. Doggy. Missionary. Doggy. No more blowjobs. More more swallowing cum. No more facials.

She admitted one evening that she never really *liked* doing those things. She just tolerated them because she was trying to win me over. Huh. I settled on the fact that this is just how it was. Women didn’t like swallowing. They didn’t like facials. They didn’t like rimjobs or anal or getting face fucked.

And then, for various reasons, we broke up.

Initially, I wasn’t ready for sex. I thought I was. I’d fuck around with various women I met on Tinder. My bio even said, “Recently single. Looking for casual fun.” I got LOTS of messages and went on LOTS of dates. But as it turned out, I wasn’t quite ready to be sleeping around. I had, let’s say … performance anxiety. I suppose it carried over from my relationship. My ex wanted kids. I didn’t. She had threatened certain things—like quitting birth control or poking holes in condoms to get what she wanted. This fear followed me into the Tinder-verse. I didn’t know these women. What if one got pregnant?

I decided to try the honest approach and tell women what was happening.

What happened next BLEW my mind. They were actually turned on. They wanted to help me get over my anxiety. I was a fun sex project. You know that movie *Good Luck Chuck?* That was me, in reverse. These women wanted to help me move on to happier, more fulfilling sexual experiences.

Here were just a few of the responses I got to my line about baby related performance anxiety:

“We can just stick to anal!”

“I’m on birth control and you can wear a condom and we can see if that helps!”

“So just cum on my tits instead!”

In the process, though, I realized most women were NOT like my ex. They were actually into the kinky stuff, unlike her, who used the promise of oral or facials as a way to lure in a lasting partner, and then once we were in a committed relationship, bam. All the fun stopped. I genuinely thought women hated swallowing cum. I genuinely thought women hated facials. I genuinely thought women did not watch porn.

But one by one, I had my mind changed.

Olive came over on our second (and last) date and sucked my cock until I exploded down her throat.

Susie gave me a handjob in a movie theater and slurped up my jizz.

Mandy and I watched porn together and followed the lead of the pornstars in the movie, switching from oral to sex to anal to oral, culminating with a giant facial, which she had to scoop up and eat, as the woman in the film did.

Jessica wanted to genuinely help get me over my anxiety. I put a condom on, but things weren’t working. She had an IUD in. She assured me nothing would happen.

“Just jerk it and get hard and fuck me.”

I tried, to no avail. She sucked me, got me nice and hard. I put a condom on and … nothing.

She ruffled her brow, growing frustrated.

“Fuck my asshole,” she begged.

My cock shot up. I fingered her tight anus and lubed up my cock heavily. I pushed my cock into her asshole and began fucking. It was SUPER tight. Perfect fit. She masturbated and came. I pulled my hard cock from her pink, gaping anus and slipped a condom on.

I pushed it into her pussy.

“YOU DID IT!” She screamed!

She flipped over and we locked eyes as I pounded my cock into her pussy over and over and over. We made out while I fucked her even harder.

She hoisted her legs over my shoulders, allowing for maximum penetration. Not a single word was spoken until I came. I pulled my cock from her sopping wet cunt and looked. The condom was full of sperm. She slapped my ass and said I’d done a helluva job.

We showered and got into bed and watched some crap on Netflix until we fell asleep.

At three in the morning she woke me up.

“Your cock is hard,” she whispered.

“Oh?” I said.

“I was thinking. I didn’t get to taste your cum …”

With that, she crawled in between my legs and wrapped her lips around my cock and gave me the best blowjob of my life. She pressed her finger into my asshole and took me deep down her throat until I blew a load. She popped up and opened her mouth, revealing the prize. A giant mouth full of sperm.

She held her hands up to the sides in an innocent shrug and gulped it down.

I loved being single. I was having the most and the best sex of my life.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/alqw94/various_stories_of_single_life_mf_oral_anal_mast

1 comment

  1. This resonates …I’m gonna watch out for more of your ’tales of a single life’…there are more right???!

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