Orgasms really do help migraines [MF]

(I wrote this up just after the encounter; just now getting a chance to post)

Hi! I just had some amazing sex and need to tell someone about it while my legs calm down so I can drive home.

I’ve been getting in touch with my inner slut over the last few months. In the interest of doing so, I’ve been chatting with this guy for at least two months; I like to get to know the people I hook up with a little bit before we meet, it just feels safer. Two months is way longer than I usually chat, though, but our schedules never quite matched up. Until today.

I had to go get a blood test done in the next town over, so I invited him to meet me up there and wait with me. Give us a change to meet and give me a pre-determined out if I needed one. Thanks to the pandemic, I was supposed to be able to check in and then wait in my own car until they were ready for me. He met me in my car while we waited. This guy was cute in his pictures, but in real life he was HOT. Muscular but not grotesque, strong hands, well-groomed beard, piercing eyes. Full of compliments. An hour passed, as we sat talking and waiting for this company to text me and say they were ready for me. Finally I realized that was never going to happen, so I grabbed my paperwork and contemplated just going in. But I didn’t want to leave this man. Didn’t want to leave this electric sexual tension between us. That’s when he took my face in his hand and kissed me.

Sparks.

He kissed me again, trailing his hand down my cheek, my neck, and between my breasts. Back up to my neck. Into my hair. He grasped and pulled every so slightly. I gasped. Those sparks sizzled.

“I just wanted to kiss you before you went in,” he admitted.

I smiled and paused. “I was actually going to wait until the woman parked next to us came back,” I laughed, before taking his face in my hand and kissing him again. “And I was going to kiss you before I went in, too.”

We kissed for a bit and his hand started to wander up my thigh. So high, but not high enough.

Finally, I went in to the building.

There was far too long of an intermission, wherein we relocated, I had some caffeine and food (I was very hungry), and a migraine started to develop. Then we met back up in a fairly empty parking structure. In the back of his small SUV with tinted windows. Surprisingly roomy.

This time, no more first meeting jitters. We kissed. We touched. We gasped in pleasure. The sparks took hold and our lust burned red hot. He pulled out his cock, took my hand, and placed it on his member. He was rock hard. I grinned as I stroked him.

He moaned and threw his head back in pleasure.

We continued to kiss, his hands wandering over my curves, my hand stroking his dick. His hand wandered between my legs, up the skirt of my dress, to my bare pussy. He pushed me back into the seat and found my clit. I released his cock and clung to him as he touched me, plunging a finger into my wet, warm vagina. I trembled in pleasure as I fervently kissed him.

When he leaned back again and pulled me close to him, we kissed more as I stroked his dick with renewed vigor. “How bad do you want it?” He asked.

“So bad,” I confessed.

“Then take it,” he encouraged. “This dick is yours. Take it.”

I grabbed the condoms from my purse, handed it to him with shaking hands, and admitted my hands are too shaky to put it on. While he opened the condom, I leaned down and sucked his cock. Tasted his precum. Made him moan.

He slid on the condom and I straddled him. Slid him inside me. Sank down. Grinded against him. We shuddered and gasped in unison, months of building sexual tension finally realized. I also realized how constrained my breasts were, unfastened the front clasp, loosened the top of my dress, and pulled them out for him. He was like a kid in a candy store. I was in ecstacy as he palmed one breast and suckled the other.

I rode him hard, feeling my pleasure mount inside me from the strokes of his cock and his mouth on my breast. My orgasm hit hard, overpowering me, every muscle clenching up and spasming in pleasure. I think I actually pushed him out of me, I came so hard.

It took me a few moments to find my composure before I could slide him back inside me and ride him some more. When I finally did, he took my breast back in his mouth and made me cum again in short order. As I came down from my second orgasm, I gently batted his hand away and told him he had to stop doing that. My body couldn’t handle much more.

That’s when we really fucked. I rode him and he rode me. The passion erupted between us. We clung to each other, our bodies slamming together, pushing ourselves to the edge. Then he came. Hard. Deep. Forcefully. It would have been a beautiful orgasm to taste, but I was too enthralled with him inside me. We both were.

I collapsed in his arms. We kissed. Laughed. Caught our breath. “A thousand times better than expected,” he confessed.

“Yes, it was,” I agreed.

When we finally separated, we sat beside each other and caught our breath a bit more, our bodies still lost in the pleasures we’d just explored. It took a while to collect myself, to calm the trembling legs and racing heart.

We pulled ourselves together. Kissed a few more times, more tenderly, our need momentarily sated. Then I left. Thanked him for the orgasms. Told him we should do this again soon. And got in my own vehicle. We drove our separate ways, back to our separate lives. And now I’m sitting here at a park, telling all of you about this amazing encounter because I can’t tell anyone else in my life. No one else would understand.

Oh, and that migraine I was starting to develop? I’m not sure if it’s gone for good, but it’s definitely gone for now. Turns out orgasms really do help with that.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/no7l60/orgasms_really_do_help_migraines_mf