[FM] The Past

It’s been a rough couple of weeks. Finding myself in tears at some point in the day and drinking coffee the next. Keeping myself busy with work, hangouts, and errands to keep my mind off of it.

Surprisingly enough, I have not turned to any of my vices. If it were me this time last year, I would have been drowning in alcohol or getting under different men by now. That feeling of instant gratification would consume me to trick myself into thinking that everything is fine.

But I guess I’ve changed. For the better. No ounce of alcohol or touch of a man can make the pain any less than it is now. I have no taste for it.

Somewhere in the middle of the year, I’ve become happier with where I was. And that changed my perspective of things and my habits.

Which is great, I presume. I’ve been waiting for the day when I face my emotions and devils as it is without the need for alcohol or pleasure. It’s healthy, I guess, to just let it be.

[FM] Gravity

*Gravity by John Mayer*

Since I started listening to this song, I’ve always had this weird attachment to it. It’s probably because of the lyrics sung between the slow, sensual, and easy tempo graced by Mayer’s voice. The soft beats, mellow tune, and his guitar playing would always make me feel like slow dancing with someone.

You know that kind of intimate dance where it’s just you, your partner, and the music playing in the background?

I’ve always wanted to intimately dance with someone as Gravity plays in the background. My love for music and feelings for that person would make that moment so special, it would be ingrained in my mind.

A good glass of wine or even coffee on the side as we enjoy each other’s company, staying silent to enjoy the music, feeling that buzz of alcohol or that hit of caffeine, and letting the moment speak for itself. Definitely a dreamy moment for me.

As we feel the moment, the drinks, the music fading, and our bodies pressed against each other, we’d slowly kiss, feeling our soft lips against each other. Slowly moving to the bed as I’d lay down, him getting on top, and continuing our kiss that would slowly turn more torrid and passionate. From sensual to erotic, our tongues start playing together and our hands start exploring.

[FM] To Erase Everything

The urge to delete everything is real. To quit, to erase, and to pretend nothing ever happened. The feeling of regret is undeniable and I wish I could take everything back. But I can’t.

Why did I do such a stupid thing? Why did I base my decisions on emotions and feelings? I let a good thing stop because for reasons I can’t even remember. And because of that, the urge to forget by deleting is enticing.

But then I remember the good times.

How he would text me out of the blue about something silly but talk about thought-provoking thoughts in bed. How we would call and I could hear him smile through the other end. How we could just be by each other’s side in silence cause all we wanted was each other’s company. How he would give me presents nonchalantly while I try to hide my excitement and dumb smile.

How he knew what I wanted, in and out of bed.

How he would move in bed knowing exactly what he wants to do to me while I follow with anticipation. The way we would both lay down in bed and softly kiss before our tongues would explore each other as our hands do the same.

[FM] A Quick Release

I wanted to feel something so badly. Anything, really.

That’s when I started talking to him. He was a persistent one – willing to drive to my city for some quick fun. I wanted a release so badly and I knew he could give it to me. Inside my head was a debate between my rational self and my horny self. Was I really going to meet someone I just matched with on the same day? But also, he could give me that feeling, that release I so badly wanted.

My horny self won.

I told him he could start traveling as I prepare for him. He told me to wear something accessible, and so I wore a skirt. I told him I have an accent so as to not surprise him, he told me that’s hot. He told me it’ll just be quick car fun, I said this isn’t my first ride. He kept on telling me the different positions he’d like to take me, it got me wet and excited.

[FM] Take The Shot

I took a shot with him, sent him a DM, and next thing you know we’re planning when to meet.

When the day arrived, we both knew the sexual tension was there. We went straight to the bedroom, kissing, and feeling each other up. We start kissing torridly as he slowly takes off my shirt and bra, going straight to feeling my nipples with no hesitation. The feeling of my pent- up sexual frustration felt like it was going to burst from weeks of no sex and touching myself.

I wanted him so badly.

He kisses down my neck while his fingers expertly caress, squeeze, and pinch my nipples. I start moaning for him, my legs interlocked with his and my body feeling his warmth through our clothes. His mouth then starts going for my nipples and my moans get louder, the sudden warmth of his mouth and tongue just felt too good.

His hands go under my skirt with impatience as he feels how wet I am already. He moves my panties aside and fingers me with no hesitation. I take a sharp breath and moan near his ear. His mouth is still on my nipple as his fingers are now exploring my pussy, going in and out. I grab the sheets then his back, wanting him to keep going.

[FM] How He Fucked Me

I lie down on the bed as I put the sleeping mask over my eyes. I’ve only done this a couple of times and they were just okay from my experience. Exciting at first, but nothing I actively looked for in sex. I was hoping this time it would be different.

I can feel him on my side of the bed as I anticipate what he’s about to do. His hands start to feel up my body – caressing from my neck down to my arms, lifting his hands to start caressing my legs up to my inner thighs. *Fuck* I wanted to feel him so badly.

His hands slowly lift up my shirt, cupping my breasts outside my bra. He unhooks my bra and goes straight for my hard nipples. I can feel myself getting wet already with every touch, pinch, and rub of my nipple. His fingers know how to please them so good until I feel a warmth on one of my nipples. His tongue is now exploring them, his warm breath feels so good against my skin, and his soft lips know exactly how to pleasure me. I moan from the sensation and the anticipation.

[FM] “I Miss You”

We’ve been talking to each other for almost a year. His voice can make me feel aroused in a second and his words make me wish he was closer to me.

After a tiring day of work, I finally lie down on my bed, feeling the comfort of the sheets, ready for some well-deserved sleep. That’s when he texted me,

“You up?”

“…no….”

I know the minute I answer a call from him, I would be wide awake for the next few hours. I know I wouldn’t be able to resist him, the way he can make me feel cared for but at the same time aroused and ready to touch myself for him.

“I had a long day, I’m ready to sleep”

“What about a short call?”

“You know I’ll always answer your calls, you just have to ring me up”

A few seconds later, my phone started buzzing. I answered the call to hear his voice, that voice I missed. His tone is always chill yet caring, but once we get into it, he can sound so assertive it turns me on in an instant.

[FM] Unexpectedly

He texted me out of the blue on a weekend afternoon asking if I was around the area for coffee. I was knee-deep in my research and was in a different city so I told him we can always hang out next weekend. He then honestly said he felt like hooking up. Now I felt tempted, yes I was working but also, yes I needed some time away to relax and destress.

“What time are you thinking?” I replied, weighing out if I have some time to go out that night.

“7PM. Can’t stay late, got early work tomorrow.” I forgot how much of a good boy he actually is.

“Sure, I’ll text you when I’m on the way!” I deserve it, I thought to myself. My time of the month was coming, I’d be busy the coming week, why not have some fun tonight?

I was honestly surprised by his text. Our friends with benefits status didn’t last, actually, it barely even started, but we still remained good friends. He knows me though, and one thing he knows about me is how sexually open I am. I may have ended my hoe phase, but he’s a sweet guy whom I’ve known for quite some time by now.

[FM] How He Made Me Cum – A Yoni Experience + Links (Last Part)

The sex we had after the yoni session was fun. We were trying different positions and just having *fun* with it. I think with him though, I do feel a little conscious. Thoughts of him being a popular redditor still lingers in my mind, and it doesn’t help that my past experience ended terribly. With his knowledge, skills, and the amount of women he meets, I felt self-conscious about my own body and skills.

I’m not gonna lie, these thoughts did get in the way of some of the positions we tried. But he knew how to make things *fun and interesting.* There was a moment when music was playing, lights were off, the city skyline painted the windows dark and yellow, and we were dancing intimately naked. He led me throughout the room, pushed me against the window, and we kissed. Softly at first then *torridly.* My breathing gets *rapid* as his lips move down my neck and he lays me down on the bed.

He gets his lube as I position myself, my legs spread out for him. With lube ready on his fingers, he fingers me again. You’d think at this point I’d already feel tired from the sessions we’ve had since afternoon, but he knows how to make me *aroused that easily.*

[FM] How He Made Me Cum – a Yoni Experience (Part 2)

It was a week after our first meeting and our day didn’t start off right. After a miscommunication with the concierge about my room booking, I decided to invite him over to my own unit. I don’t usually bring guys over to my own unit cause I don’t like creating any memories knowing that everything’s just casual. But I liked him and trusted him enough at that point, plus my unit was close, so I decided it was alright.

We arrived at my unit and I went straight to my bed. Dealing with these kinds of issues usually makes me stressed and I decided to lie down and stare out my window. He laid down next to me and I apologized and told him I just wanted to destress. He asked me how I usually destress and I told him –

“Well usually, coffee. Or…..I try to find a guy online, meet up with him, we start to kiss, and things start from there…”

With every word said, I can feel him getting closer. Slowly getting on top of me and holding my face.

“Like this?”