I let him cum on my face [m 30/f 41]

I hadn't seen this lover in 10 months or so. Why? He was, in some ways, a perfect "Friend" with Benefits. I didn't see any relationship potential with him at all – and therefore was able to simply enjoy the moments and the sex. When it came to the sex, was he the best? No, not by a long shot. But the sex was good.

I heard from him on POF, shortly after re-joining: "Your new pics look great btw, wow. Very nice :)"

I simply responded "thank you".

To which he countered "are you free tonight?"

Asking directly if I was free was different for him. The reality was, I was free. I had no plans. I had no dates and no real prospects. I said: Yes, I happen to be free – why?

Him: I have to see you again, Ann. It's been too long.

We sat for more than 2 hours over drinks and dinner. Afterwards, I invited him back to my place. We sat on the couch and I waited for him to make a move. Finally I asked him why he hadn't, and he responded that he sometimes liked an aggressive woman. Right. Feeling magnanimous I proceeded to give him a blow job that he will hopefully remember forever, given the touching, ass play, and other things that went along with it.

A 15 hour date with my best lover ever. [m/f]

My lover shows up at my place, and I don't let him get past the top of my stairs – we embrace and kiss and five minutes goes by before I feel like I can release him and actually let him into my living room.

It was almost 11pm.

I made us some drinks – Amaretto Sours, which is one of my favorite recipes. We can't keep from touching each other every few minutes. We were talking about our week but as I'm messing about in my kitchen he would come over to where I was standing to envelop me in his arms. We sat on the tools at my kitchen island and end up in a serious make out session. The heat builds so quickly with him.

He suggests we go upstairs. Sometimes we don't get there and I find myself naked and having sex on a variety of surfaces on my main floor. This time we get upstairs. He undresses me. I love to be undressed…the feeling of being unwrapped…of someone taking time to admire the underthings I have chosen to wear for them. He does it very well. I peel off the layers of clothes – he's a black t-shirt and jeans kind of guy – the kind that fills out a t-shirt just so. I adore his body and his cock. I get down on my knees and show him just how much.

He didn’t even take his tie off [m/f]

This Tinder match was 6'3", handsome, and fit the muscular criteria. He had the annoying working-out-in-the-gym selfie, but none of us are perfect. I read his profile and it seemed intelligent. It mentioned work and travel and extracurriculars. I swiped right.

Turns out he's a lawyer. He's well-traveled and has lived in different places. Accomplished in his profession and now has his own practice, focussing on family law.

We have a first date at a restaurant near my house. Our schedules are both pretty bad but we find a window one night before he has to go to an event (which yes, could have just been an excuse to leave early if it's not going well…I know the drill.) It was fine by me anyway, because I had to go to work early the next morning.

He's smart, funny, doesn't drink, and likes to dance. I find myself thinking that he and I are pretty well matched, from several perspectives. However, when it's time to leave, he doesn't kiss me goodbye. I get a hug.

So I figure I might get a few more text messages but assume he wasn't interested and I won't see him again. I sent him a nice thank you text message, nonetheless, because my momma raised me right.

A first date that turned into a sex marathon.

My first day on a onling dating site (in the "naughty" section) I get a "flirt" from a guy and he has a picture and his profile catches my eye because he has, like, an 8 pack and it includes a requisite cock shot and boy is that beautiful and big as well. His profile says he loves to pleasure a woman, has a high sex drive, likes to take his time, cum many times each time and oh yeah he's well endowed. And he doesn't like quickies or one night stands. He's close to my age and taller. Hmmm. So I respond to his smile and we start to email back and forth…something like this:

Me: “Sorry for not responding sooner…I was overwhelmed with messages and it was my first time on the site. I am looking for someone who can keep up with my voracious appetite so I am intrigued by your profile. Perhaps we can chat sometime?” (I've never done this before but figured that sounded good…).

Him: “I am sure I can handle your appetite, I always wake up with a massive hard on and go to bed with one as well. If you want to chat you can reach me at…”