[M]y first time getting a happy ending massage

I’ve never told this story to anyone before, so might as well confess on Reddit.

When I was 19, I spent a summer in London. Some things about it were awesome. The drinking age was 18, the city was fun to explore, and I got to hear a lot of British accents. While that was all great, there was one problem. I didn’t know a single person my age. So, one night, I decided to go to casino by myself.

The ground floor of the casino had a roulette table that was directly in front of a small walk way with a pole in the middle. Attractive girl after girl would come out and dance for a few minutes before retreating into the back. Honestly, the entire situation was a little strange, but I had gone weeks without seeing a near-nude woman in person and by the time I left the casino, I was horny, drunk, and luckily up a few hundred pounds.

Losing the no cumming contest with [M]y [F]WB after getting edged on a phone call

About three years ago, I started hooking up with a girl named Sarah. Sarah was about 5’2 with the body of an athlete and the sex drive of a rabbit. Sarah was the captain of the club soccer team at my then college, and was a fiercely competitive person in every domain of life. If you talked about the one book you were reading, she would then start talking about the two books she was reading. If you got an A- on a test and were feeling good about yourself, she would complain about getting an A instead of an A+. While it was fiercely annoying in some areas, it was amazing in the bedroom. We would fuck 5 or 6 times a night and she would still want more. It was like she made it her mission every night to drain every last drop of cum I had.

[M]y [F]riend wanted to watch porn together

This happened the summer after me and my friend, Lily (18), graduated high school. Lily was Asian and about 5’4 with jet black hair. She was essentially as flat as a board, but she had the kind of thighs that made you wonder if she could squeeze you to death. At the time, Lily and I were good friends, but our friendship had taken a weird course. Back when we were in middle school, Lily and I used to message on FB messenger every night for hours. We would compliment each other and flirt to the best of our middle school abilities. Then, when it came time to go to school, we would ignore each other and pretend the other one didn’t existed. We would then get back home and one of us would inevitably send a message saying “let’s actually talk in person tomorrow” or “why did you ignore me today”. This continued into freshman year of high school, but eventually we drifted apart.Flash forward to senior year of high school, and we found ourselves in the same public speaking elective. After a few awkward days of us continuing not to acknowledge each other and the weird conversations we used to have on FB, eventually one of us broke the ice and we quickly became close friends again. Once more, we would spend most of the night talking, this time over text, with the added bonus of actually talking in person. We would talk about everything and anything, but sometimes the questions got a bit sexual. It was never too X rated, but questions like “so how do I give a good handjob” or “how can I make a guy cum” were common place.

[M]y [f]riend gave me a birthday lap dance as a joke which ended in us fucking

Before you head to college, everyone tells you that it’s going to be the best four years of your life. They tell you about the wild parties you’re going to go to, the life long friends you’re going to make, and all of the sex you’re 100% guaranteed to have. While all of these things are true in the long run everyone fails to mention one thing: how much it sucks being a freshman guy your first semester. Sure you make friends and have sex, but you’re not going to all the parties you dreamed about. Most nights consist of you and your friends drinking beer in your freshman dorm talking about where girls might be and which girls might want to fuck us. We were truly modern philosophers and our logic was sound. If a girl said hi to you in the hallway, she wanted to fuck you. If a girl asked you to buy Svedka for her, she wanted you to fuck her. If you locked eyes with a girl for 2 seconds in the dining hall accidentally and then you sheepishly looked away, she definitely wanted to fuck you.

How getting 3 stocked in Smash led [m]e to go down on and cream pie my hinge date [f]

This is long so feel free to skip to the sex which starts when you see ***

A couple of months ago, I went on a date with a girl I matched with on hinge. She was about 5’2 and had dark flowing red hair. While she didn’t have the best face, her body more than made up for it. She had large, perky, gravity-defying tits which she prominently displayed in the bikini picture adorning her profile, and an ass that was clearly sculpted by hours in the gym. Having a weaknessThe first date was pretty fun and we clearly had chemistry. We went to a trendy rooftop bar where we got a little too drunk and I spent far too much on overpriced cocktails. Over the course of two hours, we bonded over our shared enjoyment of the MCU, weed, video games, and music. At the end of the date, we shared a good sloppy make-out session and then I helped her get a cab back to her apartment.

[M]y vanilla ex [f] showed me a new side of her

This happened a couple of years ago but it’s still one of those moments I think about late at night.

Back when I was a sophomore in college, I started dating this girl named Emma (19). Emma was the kind of girl that when anyone would talk about her the first words out of their mouth were always “she’s so nice”. Emma was a quiet girl and preferred to blend into any scene rather than stick out. She was the type of girl that could have been seen as sexy : 5’2, big green eyes, e-cups, maybe slightly chubby, but had a decent ass. However, she preferred to wear plain clothes and hide her looks. Whenever we had sex, it was normally very vanilla. It would start with us kissing and end in me fucking her missionary. There was no dirty talk, no gimmicks, and we never talked about sex with each other outside of when we were having it. It wasn’t bad sex, in fact it was really good, but it was wholesome and vanilla. One day, this all changed.