[FM] How He Made Me Cum (Part 1)

The person and moment came unexpectedly.

He’s a popular redditor in another subreddit and is known for his yoni skills and being a gentleman. I was hesitant to reach out to him at first because I was involved with another popular redditor. That ended so poorly though to the point I almost promised myself I would never reach out to another one.

After a few months, women started flooding the subreddit with testimonies of him while he would also post his own stories but from an educational point of view. At this time, I was thinking of ending my hoe phase cause I just felt tired from the whole setup. I decided that if I was going to end it, I would rather end it by experiencing yoni. Maybe then I could learn how to cum.

The testimonies from these women were, to say the least, incredible. It was kind of hard to believe. He allows women to experience yoni, educating them about their own bodies, making women experience different kinds of orgasms, all while expecting nothing in return.

[FM] With You

With you, everything is so easy. Everything feels comfortable. I feel like I can be myself. I enjoy every moment shared and reminisce every moment passed. We have fun. So much fun. And the sex is good. So *fucking* good. But you were never mine to begin with. And sometimes, that scares me.

I get scared we’re nearing the time we end. And sometimes I wish we never made it this far. But if we never did, I don’t think I’d be where I am today. I’ve learnt how to have fun and feel comfortable, I’ve learnt to take things slowly but also cherish the moments, I’ve learnt how sexual I can be and how wanted I can feel.

The way you kiss me makes me feel so wanted. It’s so passionate that I can feel myself getting wetter by the second. It’s addicting and something that I can do for hours with you. Then your lips reach my neck and up to my ear. I try to catch my breath because the feeling is *electrifying.* Sometimes I wish you leave marks on my skin, your soft lips grazing then kissing every inch. *Fuck* it feels so good.

[FM] 18 Hours With Him

Another day of knowing intimacy will not present itself any time soon means another day of recollecting the incredible sex I used to have during my past meetups.

I met him late last year. After a night full of regrets – drunk calling and texting with an overall feeling of emptiness and loneliness – I decided to scroll through my go-to platform for hookups to meet someone and fuck it all away. That was how I felt at the time, so desperate and wanting to get that feeling of instant gratification as my streak of bad hookups during my hoe phase continued to haunt me.

I wanted someone who could meet me the next day, and after a while, I found a list of guys who were interested. After some short-listing, I decided to pick this particular guy who caught my eye. The way he wrote intrigued me – yes, I was there for the sex, but substance still mattered to me, and when someone can entertain me with their writing, *I’m sold.*

[FM] Craving Intimacy

It’s been a long and tiring week, and as much as a satisfying fuck could help relieve the stress, *I crave for the moments in between.*

Spending time with someone who craves the same kind of intimacy and being chosen for it. Chilling while watching a movie, stealing kisses in between. Or lying down, taking short naps, cuddling and feeling the warmth of one another. Drinking coffee, talking about anything and everything, making passes, while joking in between.

The playful touches here and there. Your hand finds a way to the small of my back, teasing it, going up and down. My hand finds its way to the back of your neck, caressing it up to your ear. *It’s an electric feeling.*

The soft kisses that turn into long passionate ones, the kisses on the neck and hands roaming. Feeling each other and touching each other. The only thing dividing us is the thin fabric of our clothes, feeling impatient and wanting to take them off, but we both know we love *the tension and the wait.*

Regress to Distress [F]

The urge to regress to old habits can be so strong.

I thought I was ready to go back and explore. I’m starting to miss the thrill of flirting with different guys, setting up dates to meet and feel each other up, acting innocent but feeling my pussy aching, waiting for a touch.

After chatting with a redditor, I thought it was time to put myself out there again. I tried hitting up some guys, chatting with them, feeling the vibes. And yet, the excitement never came back. I just felt tired. Tired of pretending, tired of the introductions, tired of knowing if the guy I’ll potentially meet will be at least decent, polite, or respectful.

But goddamn, it doesn’t help that my horny self just wants to get fucked so badly. Just reminiscing of times where I would get a room with a guy, knowing how limited time we have, and the tension filling the air. The first kiss, first touch, first moan. The different positions, the dirty talk, the heavy breathing. The hair-pulling, the ass slapping, the explorations. Sitting on a love chair, getting frisky in the car, going on all fours, or fucking my mouth. Round after round with resting in between.