A couple years ago, under an old account, I posted on the local DC subreddit and raomd soliciting for, well, muff diving. More specifically, I extolled the virtues of my massage skills. I’ve never had any training, but I’ve watched a lot of videos, learned by experience, have tons of enthusiasm, and strong fingers thanks to rock climbing. As most m4f posts do, I got only a few responses. One stood out to me.
She described herself as 30, blonde, average height, in above average shape, and living in a neighborhood adjacent to mine. She admitted that she hadn’t been physical with a guy in longer than she’d like to divulge, but that her hormones were driving her nuts. She missed having a man touch her, massage her, and go down on her, and that she’d gladly verify herself off of reddit. We moved to kik and she sent me pictures… jesus. She was in peak shape. She had visible abs and a killer ass. She admitted to hitting the gym quite a bit, and I could tell. Her pictures didn’t include her face, as she wasn’t comfortable sharing that because of her job, but that she was conventionally attractive. I gave her the benefit of the doubt– she was honest about her being in shape, after all.
She explained that she was a “hedonist”. She didn’t want any reciprocation, as it just didn’t do anything for her. She didn’t even want to kiss me. I was ok with the former, but the kissing was a little unusual, to say the least. However, I truly enjoy giving, and while it wasn’t ideal, I figured I’d give it a shot.
Fast forward a couple days later, I’m at her house. She had some cooking show on in the background while we shared a few glasses of wine and talked. At some point during the second glass, I asked her how she felt. She told me she was comfortable, and would I like to go to her bedroom? The answer was yes, so we both took turns in her bathroom and got to her bed. Her clothes came off and she was even more impressive in person. She told me to get comfortable, and I took my shirt off but left my shorts on. She had told me over kik that she didn’t mind if I jerked off, as long as I was upfront about it, but I figured I’d focus on the task at hand. We laid down a towel beneath her and I had her lie on her stomach first, where I then straddled her legs.
I usually have to use silicone based lube, as oil lubricant degrades condoms, but I brought grapeseed oil because that obviously wasn’t a concern. Before applying that, however, I began with some breathing exercises. I had her inhale deeply a few times and exhale, relaxing her sympathetic nervous system and making her muscles looser before we even began. I then rubbed my hands together to make them warm, and started on her shoulders. I immediately felt her relax and heard a sigh of relief. I felt the knots in her muscles and dug into them, smoothing them out to the best of my abilities. I dug into her shoulder blades and scratched her head and she was really loosening up. I paid heed to the muscles along each of her vertebrae, making my slow way to her ass. She arched it up towards me, but I told her I was going to start using the oil. I poured some into the small of her back and started spreading it around. I retread familiar territory on her back, and began to travel south again.
Skipping her ass for the time being, I repositioned myself to work my way down her thighs and calves, applying slow, but firm pressure to her muscles. There’s a goldilocks zone of pressure–not enough to hurt, too much to tickle. As I returned to her thighs, I went a little higher this time, and further between them. She spread her legs in response, and I got my first good look at her pussy.
Nestled below a tightly puckered asshole was a pair of thin pink lips with just a touch of moisture on them. She had shaved all but a thin landing strip that disappeared into the shadows of the mattress. Avoiding it for now, I focused on her glutes. Light caresses turned into squeezing turned into spreading. She was moaning softly now, and by the time I stopped, her labia appeared a little more pink.
I had her turn over, at which point I had her use a blindfold so she could focus entirely on my touch. My hands slick and warm, I started on her legs this time. I got closer and closer to her pussy, and I could see her biting her lip as I dug into her upper quads. She told me again how amazing it felt, and her pussy was much wetter, but I began on her B cup breasts.
Slow, circular movements, cupping and squeezing occasionally without getting anywhere near her nipples. It took minutes of gentle exploration before I finally spiral in on her pink areolae, and she let out a loud moan. I took the erect nubs between my thumb and forefingers, applying only a slight amount of pressure. I took them into my mouth and sucked gently, making her gasp. Finally, I was ready to start on her pussy.
Pooling some oil on the crook of her hip, I used it to trace her outer lips. The sound came from deep in her throat, almost a growl. I stroked her softly, inching closer and closer until I finally got to her hood. As I dragged my finger from there to her opening, she squirmed and spread her legs even further. After tracing her slit up and down, I began petting her hood downwards in little motions that had her gripping the sheets. She arched her back and came once, convulsing. I maintained the pace until she let out a big sigh, at which point I slowed to a stop and pressed my palm against her clit. A few aftershocks and some heaving breaths later, I positioned myself lying down on my stomach between her legs and continued.
My pointer pressed against her opening and slowly slid inside. She wasn’t kidding– it had been a while. She was incredibly tight, only slightly wider than my finger. While placing my palm against the area right above her pubic bone, I began stroking her g spot. She let out a loud, “Oh fuck,” as my finger pressed down a bit while curling upwards to give me a better angle. I did this for a minute or two, but slowly enough to not tire myself out or make her cum just yet. I pulled out my finger, got a little more lube, and then staggered my pointer and middle on top of one another, slowly pushing inside of her and stopping occasionally to check in. She urged me to keep going, and I thumbed her clit steadily until she relaxed enough to let my fingers in all the way. Only then did I begin using my mouth.
I wrapped my lips around her clit and created a little vacuum as I began curling my fingers once more. Already, she was grinding back against my mouth. With her clit trapped between my lips, I flicked my tongue over it, back and forth, back and forth. “Fuck I’m gonna cum,” she announced not long after, and began bucking her hips as I felt her clenching. I tongue lashed her only a little longer before getting on my knees and fingering her even harder, pressing down on that area just atop her pubic bone again. This time, her face contorted beautifully, and her orgasm continued, increasing in intensity as she howled her pleasure. Her legs seemed to be moving involuntarily, bending and shooting straight and almost kicking me in the process. This lasted for another minute maybe, as I gritted my teeth and kept my fingers going until my forearm hurt from exertion, and I finally let her down. Again, I rested my palm flat against her pussy and let her gather herself, trembling a little here and there, and eventually coming to stillness.
She turned over on her side, croaking, “I need a minute… or ten. Spoon me.” And that I did. We got into anal play later that night, after a break and some more wine, and I stayed “on retainer” for her for a few months until she moved. Good times.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j77yvz/i_met_a_hedonist_on_reddit_who_let_me_hone_my
Wonderful writer – More stories would be good.
Very good