This story takes place a couple months before I met my current partner, so two years and some change ago. Also, sorry if at some points the past/present tense of the writing gets weird. I’m not that great a writer.
After a lot of experiences and time to really think about what I like the most, I finally figured out what my type is; older, bustier women. 5 years older and up is what I love, what I crave. So for a while, that’s what I sought out. Which led me to getting with lots of moms, especially newer moms, as that description usually fit them the best.
I loved being able to pleasure them. So much stress I was able to relieve, at least temporarily, all just using my tongue and fingers and body. I loved feeling them shake and melt in pleasure. I loved feeling like I was really helping them, just giving them one good night to relax and enjoy.