So, about a months and a half ago, I had the best sex of my life. With this guy no one would really expect to have the best sex of their life with, at least on the face of it.
How many orgasms you ask? I literally don’t have a count. A couple dozen, easy! What I do know is we fucked for like 2 hours straight the first round.
And the best part, he keeps going even after he cums. I have not seen guys do that, and that came as a very pleasant surprise to me.
Everytime I think about talking about that evening, it just feels unreal. He came over ~5 in the evening, and within the first 15 mins of him entering my door, I had already cum thrice on his fingers. Him standing on the balcony, with this hipster Jesus hair going on, and smoking a cigarette with one hand and fingering me with the other. There was some magic in the fingers. The way he played with my clit was just so smooth, I don’t quite have words for it. Except 3 back to back orgasms, within a 5-7 mins space.
It’s kinda difficult for me to recollect the entire night, primarily because most of the time I was busy moaning with pleasure, or begging for a break.
The fucking started with me riding him, on my bed, in the bedroom. A thick floor mattress, and him flat on it, my legs around resting beside his waist as I moved my hips to the tune of some Maroon 5 song. I still remember how nicely his cock filled me up. The girth, the length, the texture, the shape, everything just perfectly fitting in. I think I orgasmed within the first couple mins, and then kept going, and came again a couple mins later.
It wasn’t long before orgasms started blending into one another. Or at least that’s how it felt. When I would get slow, he supported my back with his hands, and started thrusting himself.
I can’t remember if it was doggy we ended up on next, or missionary, or scissors, but all of them happened in some order. All I really do remember though is feeling like him being incharge of the pace just takes it to a whole different level. He loved to control how deep he went, and how hard. And he could gauge when I was closer to cumming, and he would use that to his advantage and play with me.
Other things I really remember –
Him holding my gaze as he fucked me, or fingered me, or played with any part of me. Somehow that just took the experience to a whole different level of intensity.
His skin, was butter soft. I am jealous of his skin, it was that soft.
I remember how he nodded his head everytime I got close to an orgasm and he kinda knew it, felt it coming. He smiled and nodded as I came, enjoying every bit of that orgasm with me.
Me and him, our dynamic has evolved tons within this month and a half. I’m sad I’ve only gotten to fuck him a few times since then, coz pandemic and logistics. But it was sex that made me want to fall in love with myself again.
Whatever times we have had together, they all deserve their own posts or stories. The most recent one being the three unexpected fucks we managed to sneak in on an otherwise very “normal” afternoon/evening, at his house. His lives with his folks, so that’s the catch, and the thrill, of sneaking off to the study for our moments. Especially the last one, being bent over on the recliner, feeling him cum inside of me. The only thing he asks of me is to keep a count of the number of orgasms I’ve had. And I fail at it. Every time.
And in a different setting, or maybe a few months later, I would possibly call it love making more and sex less. It was an experience that somehow made me feel content and made me crave a lot more, at the same time.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lt34o1/best_sex_of_my_life_with_this_nerd_guy_in_hipster