Author: xoleni

i [24F] had three orgasms during a massage

Before I get into this, let me say: This is a big secret of mine. Let me also say: I think it’s something all women should do if they have a chance. Because honestly? This was a life-changing experience.

Back in 2018, I read about this guy in Manhattan whose side hobby is giving erotic massages to women. He has a very special set of skills, so to speak. He’s been written up allll over the internet.

Naturally, I was curious. Massages with a surprise ending have always been a huge fantasy of mine—whenever I used to get a normal massage, I’d hope the masseuse’s hands would somehow drift toward my warm and pulsing regions. But it never happened.

So I kept thinking about this mysterious man—especially as my long-term relationship was declining rapidly. My ex and I were *not* compatible in the bedroom. He had a fairly low sex drive; I’m like the energizer bunny. Plus, he didn’t give me an orgasm for the first three months we started dating, and after that, was extremely sporadic. It’d come down to me begging for him to put in effort and touch me. Read more »

Can’t stop thinking of my [25F] last hook-up with a [33M] before quarantine

I’ve been in quarantine for three weeks. That entire time, I’ve been turning over the same memories before I go to sleep. The memory of my last hookup. This night turned out to be a gift to myself: My raw lips, the day after. My sore pussy. My body, warm from being held the whole night through.

These memories are the gift.

It was just supposed to be a second date. We were meeting at a bar. But the second i saw him there, wearing a puffy jacket and smiling at me, I knew it would be more than a second date. You know when you meet someone, and you’re pretty sure there’s a weather pattern happening in your chest, when you’re around them? Like you can’t control what’s happening but you know not to worry, it’s completely natural? Yeah, it was that.

Even talking to him was futile. I couldn’t form a sentence. I was so distracted by him—his half smile, his smell, his deep voice that touched the core of me, that silenced me.

Guess he was distracted by me, too, because 10 minutes in—not even—when we were standing by the bar, he stopped talking. And in that pause, he leaned in and kissed me. Read more »

I [25F] fucked an older man [47M] and I loved it

I knew the second I caught his eye, I had him. Not to brag—but I knew I looked good that night, in a crop top and a tight skirt that clung to my body. He kept staring at me as he set up for the event that night. He was working, and I was a guest at the old resort for two nights.

There was no real need for me to be dressed up, either, perfume and jewelry and all. It was the middle of January, off season, and I was, far and away, one of the youngest people in the entire building.

So maybe the fact that I was the only girl within a mile helped me stand out, and that’s why I caught his eye.

But I don’t think so. I think he caught my eye, and I caught his, because we wanted each other. Rather, knew what exactly what we wanted from each other.

He set up for the event—a lecture—and then sat down. Instead of the watching the powerpoint, I was watching him. He had the kind of face you’d see on magazines in the ’90s. He was the boy next door, a few years after he got older and moved off the street. He had brown hair and boyish charm, but with an edge. He knew I was watching, because we made eye contact twice. Both times, I looked away nonchalantly. Read more »

Unforgettable (& Public) Sex on a Greek Island

Picture this: I was living on a remote hotel on a far-off Greek island for a month. This sounds like *Mamma Mia*, but it’s not fiction. This island wasn’t Mykonos or Santorini, not one of the ones you’ll see in post-cards. It was visited mostly by Greeks–and the other Americans on the program that I, too, had signed up for.

This was the last week of the program. By then, everyone who was going to hook up with someone else already had, and I had *not*. Plus, I had a roommate, so was feeling very, uh, *unsatisfied,* in that I had no privacy.

I think all of those factors combined in me feeling much braver than usual. Braver to decide what I wanted, and then actually go after it. Usually, I waited for guys to approach me. Not that night.

It was a Friday, which meant the hotel’s restaurant was crowded enough that they had to hire some other locals to help out. One of them was this man, Giannis (which means John in Greek). He worked as a waiter, and later joined the band as a guitarist. Read more »

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