Longtime lurker, first time poster in this sub lol
The pandemic has definitely put a damper on all of our potential dating or sex lives in the past year.
I haven’t used any apps for month, which has me wanting to start back up again to exchange some harmless flirty banter with matches. But I know that’s just my horny, covid brain talking.
What I have been reminiscing about lately is the last vacation I took- a bus trip to Montreal almost 2 years ago – with my most recent ex.
A note about my ex: she was the first girl I ever fucked confidently with. In college, I was always afraid of cumming too quickly, which is probably why I made a habit of going down on girls, an enjoyable habit for both parties involved
She was a few years younger than me, sometimes possessing manic 20 year old energy. The type to keep a categorized list of every guy shes done something sexual list in her Notes, next to her poems. She was am average height girl, about 5’6, with at most C cups, and a nice butt. She had an average body that she was always shy about, but I loved her body, even if there was some stomach flab she felt critical about. She could pull off whatever outfit she wore anyway.
On our first date, which we both went him together, we were both misreading “big virgin energy” off of each other. We both make for timid first impressions. She was caught off guard when I made the first move after almost 20 minutes of listening to records in my room. That quickly escalated to the bed, and us sucking each other off, revealing the misgivings we had during the post-game cuddle.
Like I said, I was cum-shy, because i had not been able to last long with the last handful of sexual partners. She certainly didnt mind, especially given how much attention I would devote to the wispy end of her clit that would hang when I ate her out. That fear of unendurance came to pass when we spent most of the day together about a month into our relationship and fucked 4 or 5 times, each time longer than the last. A circus of deciding who was on top, continuing to ride me after she came because she promised to make me cum. By the last round, I don’t think I came at all, and just said fuck it, and treated her to a homemade quesadilla for her effort
She was also the first SO of mine to introduce me to slightly less than vanilla rough sex. She enjoyed being choked, no matter what position. She didn’t like to always admit, but she once told me she loved being called “good girl” and kissed whenever she swallowed my cum. New ground for me, it led me to innovate my bedroom presence as well, including but not limited to: hairpulling, neck biting, ear biting, hard ass slaps, pushing her legs back and by her head in missionary. There was no sensation I loved witnessing more than her body subtly tingle, shake, and tremble when she was on the verge of cumming. Her thighs would squeeze up against my head momentarily if I was eating her out, or her pussy would tighten while I was fingering her and sucking her tits.
Fast forward about another month. After a friend cancelled on their spring break plans to go Montreal, I “filled in”. There was an AirBNB already booked in the snowy, still frozen city of Montreal, Canada. We’d spend all day walking around, getting lost, discovering new veggie eateries (she was a vegetarian so I always enjoyed discovering how good fake chicken and burgers tasted), then just want nothing more than to crash on the couch and get drunk while watching Queer Eye (I had never watched the show until that trip).
The apartment was in a section of the city reminiscent of Williamsburg, Brooklyn, with trendy or thrifty shops and boutiques, street art, and residents. Our AirBNB had a medium sized bath tub covered in gold dust spray paint, as a coffee table. I had contemplated taking the glass covering off of it to find a way to screw in the hipster tub, but my girlfriend was against it.
There was a lofted bed above the box spring on the floor. We agreed to just sleep in the ground floor bed as we’d probably die climbing up the ladder to the higher bed, a few drinks here or there definitely not helping.
That entire week, we’d usually go out and explore for a few hours at a time, come home to warm ourselves up, proceeding to bang as a rest from being on our feet for so long.
It was during the middle of the trip, I have one night in mind.
While drinking and cuddling on the couch (yes, next to the golden tub-table), we decide to get…. “cozier”.
I lean my head closer from her shoulder I was resting on, finding amusement in scratching my stubble against her sweater’s texture. We begin kissing. Her lips were always the best to kiss. We rarely moved past kissing with our lips, where you have no idea what your tongues are doing and just hoping the other person has the right rhythm. We were always comfortable “just kissing”
I move my hand on her leg. And up, resting it between the warm crevice between her thighs and pussy. Her jeans were warm. I leaned up and forward, guiding her to gently fall back on the couch. Our drinks in hands glided noiselessly to the coffee table, freeing our appendages up.
We continued making out, my leg right leg now pressing between her two. She played with my bangs, constantly parting them, as I have folded down the necking of her sweater to initiate a flurry of neck bites. She bruised easily – and noticeably- and would always be upset at me leaving marks. But that was always after. She never minded me doing it during.
Our faces tightly bound, close. She moaned into my ear with every bite and peck. Nibbling on her ear always caused her to make a noise of a different pitch, not out of disinterest, but almost out of surprise that it was arousal. I had picked that up from a girl in college…
Our legs becane intangled as we grinded. My hands followed a well-versed path, traveling from reaching down and around her thighs, up to hugging her hips, resting at her breasts and up to her face.
I moved my head up as we continued kissing. Kissing and grinding in our Jean’s. My hand was clutching the back of her neck. My lips moved away from hers so I could I trace my thumb across her lips.
She was always up for blowing me. She knew exactly what she was doing with her mouth. Never afraid of licking up my shaft, immediately taking me in and staying down there until I was done, no need to come up for air. I was surprised to know she wasn’t afraid of servicing my balls either
But this was only foreplay as I still wanted her whole body to myself. Her mouth immediately opened and took in my thumb, sucking on it as she looked at me with her green/hazel eyes. The eye contact turned me on even more.
More free hand lifted her sweater up above her tits. Her bra was still on, which I didnt mind, as I reached my hands underneath the garment, popping them out. Her nipples were always firm, suckable. Another thing I loved to suck on, like her impressionable clit.
I pinched them with my thumb, lowering my head to kiss and bite around her tits (which sagged slightly, but it was something I absolutely loved about them) before ever so lightly biting on the nipple itself. I made sure to look up and maintain eye contact while doing so, my other thumb still tracing her lips, teasing her of having at least one hole filled
“Oh my god, I want you” she gasped as I sucked on her tit.
It was time.
In a fit of continuing passion, we learned up, continuing to kiss as we fumbled with to unbuckle our pants. Any second spent away from the others face, finagling with pants, we stared wrongfully into each others eyes
My shirt still on, but unbuttoned, her sweater still on above her tits. I got up to grab a condom.
When I got back to the couch, she reached down to cup my boxer briefs bulge to measure where I was at. I didn’t think it was possible but I got even harder. I slipped my underwear off and the condom on.
She took off her soft panties, exposing her trimmed nethers. The prickly hairs I love getting a feel of indicative of a recent shave. She leans back on the couch, back arched, in a position reading that she was both wanting and waiting for me.
With my knee on the couch and my glove on, I leaned into and over her. My cock slid right in to her juicy pussy. From there our breathing became puffy, faces red, while we both thrusted at each other.
My hand rounded her neck. Her head slowly flew back and her mouth opened up wider as she placed her hand over mine and told me to choke harder.
I kept up a steady stream of pumps, as her legs started drifting outward, one leg into the couch cushioning. Taking that as a sign, I grounded myself backward, put my arms under her knees, and pinned her legs backward
Her wet hole now even more exposed, her body nearly tied into a knot, I leaned forward again. Now having deeper control of my thrusts. Her moans were getting faster and breathier.
With my shoulders keeping her legs up, my chest was perpendicular to almost her entire folded up body. My right arm reached around her leftt leg and grasped her neck. Her face reached another “a-ha!” moment of how much hotter this fuck session could get.
Keeping up the same rhythm for a few minutes, my arm grew tired and so I resorted to leaning the length of my forearm on her throat. Which she loved even more. Her hands, which previously reached for my head, were now on my forearm, steadying its place
We switched positions. To doggy, her favorite position and one I grew to favor as well through her. She got in position, still on the couch. I dragged the torso of her sweater up more towards her neck line, so her tits could swing loose.
I entered her and it felt just as glorious as it did when deeply penetrating her with her legs up. I reached for her dirty blonde hair, tearing her head back as I began my campaign. From my position, I crouched and leaned over her arched back. So my chest was parallel to her back.
One hand with a fist full of hair, the other cupping her hanging tits. Under her breath she exclaimed that she was getting close. Honestly so was I.
Her doggystyle position collapsed in on itself in the manner hot, sticky, passionate sex devolves into frantic bodies pounding against each other.
Her back and ass were bucking against my crouch. My head by her shoulder, nearly resting on it.
Her two hands gripped the arm of the couch, as her head was pushed up and over, away from the couch’s railing with every thrust.
The primal instinct of basic rough sex kicked in. My right arm hooked around her neck and pressed inward, choking her from behind in a light chokehold
“Fuckkkkk” she muttered, as our bodies tangoed with each other, knowing the second we stopped we’d witness them glistening with salty sweat.
With my left hand, I slapped her ass, gripping it hard. My right continued pressing inward against her neck. I nibbled at the bit of her collarbone exposed.
Her body tightened, froze, spasmed, and collapsed, physically “falling” mere nanometers from on the couch. She kept her body loose enough for me to keep pounding. Within a second or two I finally came too.
Still inside her, our heads hanging off the couch over each other. Exhausting our pants into our eardrums. She had a habit of still offhandedly mentioning exes or past hookups at random. A curious mind about sexual behavior, I would always indulge her and ask her questions about them, since she brought them up. I think it was her way of maintaining emotional distance from people. A kind of “edgy party trick”.
But at that moment when we were tired from such a pure pounding. She looked at me and certified, “that was the best sex I’ve ever had” and gave me a hard kiss.
That sounds incredibly cheesy, made up, and somethong out of a romantic comedy, sans us smoking cigarettes, staring at the ceiling, bodies under bed sheets.
Though we broke up a few months later, as the relationship wasn’t perfect, I always look back at the erotic moments we had together. As sometimes it is just each other to express love and care for one another through actions than tackle the intangibles of emotions. Though these acts are not true love, you cannot discount the passion devoted and invested into them
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kw03u1/montreal_vacation_sex_with_an_ex_f_mf