Rebellion against “No Nut November” has lead [M]e to a month of nonstop debauchery and cost me $5250 so [F]ar

**Background**

I’m normally a very shy guy. I get very anxious interacting with new people and this has limited my desire to seek relationships. However, my libido is out of this world. I usually manage it just fine by masturbating 4-6 times a day, down somewhat from my youth. Until this month the last time I had sex was more than 20 years ago.

That all changed when all the idiotic memes about “no nut november” (NNN) started floating around at the beginning of the month. One stupid graphic after another awakened the contrarian in me. Fuck telepathy, I wanted to cum on someone’s uvula.

But how do I achieve this? I’m too nervous for bars and other direct interaction but I figure I could master my anxiety and try Tinder and other apps. So I installed a few apps on my phone, made some real effort on my profile, and hoped for the best.

A few days into November I was making progress on tinder, but I’m fairly average looking so it was going slow and I wanted to speed things up. The most obvious way was to hire an escort. I had seen one many years ago but her sort of businesslike attitude turned me off to the whole idea. But I felt like it might be a good way to get things rolling and make sure I still had the moves while I worked on the Tinder angles. I figured that finding some higher class escorts might make the experience more enjoyable than last time and I had plenty of cash in the bank to make it happen. This is money that I have been saving up to expand my personal business with a new metal lathe. But fuck it, I’ve been frugal for so long I decided to splurge, or splooge as the case may be.

Since that decision I have spent $5250 visiting escorts, sometimes multiple a day, in addition to finally getting a few Tinder dates. This may seem unreasonable to many, but if given the chance I would do it all over again. Although I felt that I had managed my libido I had not realized just how much I was missing personal intimacy. I don’t always cum in every visit. I just don’t always have the physical stamina to cum in a person for the 5th time a day. But that soft caress, the sliding of tongues together, the press of a body against mine, her warm breath on my ear as she whispers something naughty, etc is worth it all to me. It’s also been a sort of immersion therapy and my anxiety about all this has been slowly falling.

Among many others, there has been the hot, petite latina college girl that loves anal. There was the cute african american stripper girl that was so tight her pussy kept pulling off my condom when I pulled out. There was the nice asian milf that made me a nice dinner after the visit because she appreciated the g-spot orgasm she rarely gets from clients. There was the super freaky ex-teacher that wrapped me up in plastic wrap like a mummy and had her way with me. But most of all has been the very caring manager of a local store that does this for some extra income and without further ado I will describe my experiences with her as she was the first. I will describe other encounters if requested.

**The visit**

This lovely lady I shall refer to as B. I met her, and all the others, after responding to an ad on a website where these sorts of ads can be found. I texted her and within minutes she had responded asking for verification credentials. I have learned that this is fairly common for the higher class escorts and I had my info ready expecting as much. Within an hour I was in my BMW heading to a meetup point. But then she texted and said that she wouldn’t be able to make it there on time, so I should just head over to her place because she felt I was safe enough. She texts me the location and I realize she lives down the street from me. Small world.

When I arrive I realize that B is someone that I have seen in my neighborhood many times (her face wasn’t in the ad). She is a little older than me and hot. She wears modest clothes when out and about, but something about the way she carries herself exudes confidence. When she answered the door she peeked her head from behind it, smiled, and lead me in by the hand. As my eyes adjust to the (led) candle lit room I am greeted by a beautiful woman wearing nothing but stockings, panties, and a lacy bra. As I’m getting out the money I’m shaking like a leaf, my anxiety is through the roof. My heart is pumping so fast and my head was starting to swim, for a brief moment I thought I might have a heart attack and die right there.

She knew something was wrong, but she knew just what to do. She lead me to her room fluffed some pillows on her bed and had me sit down. She got on the bed behind me and started rubbing my shoulders and neck. She had very strong hands and she would pinch and poke certain muscles so hard that for a moment all I could think about was the pain. But then as she held the pressure the muscle would eventually relax and I started to realize how tense my muscles have been for a long time. As she did this she would ask questions and get me talking about my life, or talk about herself. After quite a bit of this I was actually starting to feel pretty good. My anxiety had faded and we were enjoying a fairly deep conversation.

At this point she decided that I was ready so she moved up and sat on the bed next to me. I moved in for a kiss and my heart started racing again, but not in an anxious way if that makes sense. We kiss gently a few times and then she flicked the tip of her tongue against my upper lip and I took the invitation for a french kiss. As we kissed for a good 20 minutes our hands explored. She unbuttoned my shirt and pants and slid them off without her lips leaving mine. I groped her medium to small boobs through her bra and rubbed her through her panties. She started to soak her panties so I reached up and unclasped her bra to move to the next phase.

Her little boobs had nice hard nipples and I leaned down to suck on them. As I massaged her boobs and flicked her nipples with my tongue she stroked my rock hard cock. I slipped my hand under her panties and was about to slip a finger in when I realized I hadn’t asked some important questions. So I backed off, sat up straight, and said that before we go too far I wanted to know her boundaries. She said that besides a condom for penetration her only other rule was no anal. Great, so let me eat you out? She gave me a naughty smile and said she had hoped I would. I needed no more prompting. I pushed her back into a pile of pillows and slid her panties off. She was shaven and smelled fresh. I started by kissing her inner thighs and working my way inward. I kissed her labia gently at first and started exploring with my tongue. I thrust my tongue down her hole and snaked it in and out a few times before moving upwards toward her clit. As I worked her clit and hood I could feel it getting firmer and her whole pussy became engorged and visibly redder. She started to moan and she reached down and meshed her fingers with mine as she ran her fingers through my hair with her other hand. Not wanting her to orgasm just yet I started to use the bottom side of my tongue with it’s softer texture to delay for a while. But it didn’t last and she screamed with pleasure and almost pulled out a fistful of hair to force my face into her crotch.

She said it’s time to return the favor and pushed me into the pillow pile. I leaned back and she started to suck my cock. At first she just worked the tip with her tongue. Slowly she started to work her lips lower and lower. Then she alternated techniques between tongue work, lips on the tip, and deep throating. This felt incredible and one time as she slid me down her throat I unexpectedly exploded. I tried to warn her but it was too late and she didn’t try to pull away anyway. She just kept my cock all the way in as I pumped cum down her throat.

As she rinsed my genetic material down with a swig from a bottle of water I finally had the presence of mind to look at the clock. Oh shit, I only booked an hour and our time was up 15 minutes ago. I hopped off the bed to get dressed and leave. But she isn’t a clock watcher and she said that I couldn’t leave yet because we hadn’t fucked, with a devilish smile and look in her eye. She asked if I needed a short break but I have a 20 second refractory period and was already getting hard again. No beaks needed I said and slipped on a condom. I pushed her back on the bed and stood at the edge. I teased the outside for a few moments and then slipped my cock in her pussy. I pounded her in missionary for a bit, starting slow and increasing the tempo steadily. As she started to moan I put her feet up on my shoulders. I started to lean forward as if going in for a kiss but I wasn’t sure how much forward I could lean before she ran out of flexibility. To my surprise she grabbed her legs and put them behind her arms like some kind of contortionist so she was completely folded in half. In this position I could lean forward and kiss her as I pounded her. I lost track of time again and it felt like an eternity of pleasure because follow up cumming is always harder but eventually I exploded in the condom.

I was exhausted, sex is harder work than I remembered. I had a sheen of sweat. I could have cum more times with her but I no longer had the physical stamina left and I wanted to respect her time. She said it wasn’t necessary but I paid for the extra time we used. We talked for a little bit as I got dressed and grabbed a drink of water. I made plans with her to meet again. The next day. It became a regular thing and I’ve visited her every few days this month. Some visits have been vigorous fuck fests, and others have been little more than a hand job while watching netflix. I was worried I might be getting feelings for her and it could ruin our arrangement, but just today she told me she doesn’t want me to pay when coming over. I’m anxious again, but in a whole new way. I think I’m in love.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dzh5kl/rebellion_against_no_nut_november_has_lead_me_to