[FM] I’m [30F] addicted to the feeling of someone with hyperspermia [M28] filling me up completely

I messaged B on H*nge one night, “You could be my daddy, if you want to.”

Some things are better said simply?

As unHinged as that introduction was, he thought I was funny and cool and wanted to be my friend. I would consider him as much. It’s been a long time, and he still fills me up whenever I see him.

I half-joked the other day, “the most beautiful, long-term friendships I have are with some of my friends-with-benefits”. And it’s true.

B and I were open right away about our issues with intimacy, how ill-equipped we were to be in relationships, but how much we still craved a certain kind of connection.

This is the basis of our connection, being two people who are hard to love and who still want to make love to someone.

If I didn’t know his tenderness, I would have judged him as being a gym bro. He’s a body builder with broad hulking shoulders. I’d never been with someone ripped like that. I thought he’d use his strength to toss me around, but he led me to his bed and planted gentle kisses on me while we cuddled.

[FM] I [30F] think about his [30M] tongue inside me every time I cum.

I met J on tinder when I was 26. He’s been in and out of my life for 4 years. We met when I was hotwifing for my ex husband. He was Latin, as well. Sometimes I wonder if that’s why we meshed. He was a tattooed skater and screen writer. He was tall, broad-shouldered, deep- skinned, with strong, thick brows.

He messaged me one night when I was already slightly buzzed and feeling flirty. Flirty turned to downright nasty.

He said everything with his chest. I’ve grown to realize how much I like a man who doesn’t mince words about how much he wants me.

After talking for a while, he wanted to meet up to record a session.

I didn’t realize how tall he was until I showed up to his place. He opened his door and the second I stepped forward, he pulled me in by the hips and kissed me, saying “You look so good in that dress, mami.”

I knew I was in the right hands as soon as I felt his arms pull me close. He was dominant, without having to say so.

[FF] She [30F] texts me [30F] when she needs it.

I met Lorena (not real name) on a Lesbian dating app. I was freshly heartbroken by someone who I loved, and who didn’t love me. I don’t have the healthiest coping mechanisms, but there’s worse things than eating pussy as a coping mechanism.

I didn’t realize I was so direct, but now that I’m writing this, I think telling her that I wanted to eat her pussy whenever she wanted left our relationship unambiguous. She liked my directness, though.

We’re both somewhat reserved women, both of us Latinas in our early 30’s. She’s funny and a bit cocky. Her hair is long, and she has a pretty smile with full lips. We love talking shit to each other about the dumb decisions we’re making in our lives.

The absence of dirty talk leading to me eating her pussy turns me on. We’re both shy until my tongue is inside her.

I’ve been with 3 women, and recently realized how much I’m obsessed with eating pussy since explicitly seeking a “selfish” lover.

Lorena didn’t have one problem with being the center of attention.