I[40F] had like 40ish, maybe 50 partners. I would say 3 are memorable ones that I flip back to in my mind when masturbating. At this point I know where to put it, what I like and how I like it. So there’s this dude I asked if he was interested in a fwb arrangement. It’s been a few weeks of regular hookups. I think we’re both digging eachother and the company. The arrangement is going swell.
The sex is phenomenal. Like outta this world making my legs shake and squirt all over. Wtf. This was unexpected. I just figured he was a regular noncommittal hygienic dude making for a good candidate for some decent sex here and there. We haven’t even really started exploring eachother or having anything more than “vanilla” sex really and I don’t know what it is, if his dick just fits perfect or what but he has me lust drunk for days. I’m so shook. Maybe a handful of men have taken months to make me squirt. This guy, like he’s got a magic button or something, even vaginal orgasms are like a dime a dozen. I’m just speechless.
I don’t foresee this arrangement ending soon, but it totally could one day. I already fear the grief of losing such a great lover. Statistically I would have to sleep with 6-10 men to find another one worthy of my memorable title and like I just don’t have the drive or energy to source out that much D… I’m just busy lately lol.
I would love to hear your best lover stories, whether you’re still boinking then or not.
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Someone has to ask about his size? lol. Congrats on the great sex. đź‘Ť
What position does he make you cum from?
One of my ex’s was the quintessential superstar in bed… She was always ready, would wake me up with a blowie – then let me sleep for an hour or two, then come back and screw my brains out – extremely willing to please, easily and multiply orgasmic, so vocal I had to buy feather pillows because they muffled the sound better….
… and a total dumpster fire outside the bedroom. Huge family drama, an ex husband & divorce that was cataclysmic, a drinking problem (despite being on medication contraindicated for booze), a terrible job that paid next to nothing, she was a borderline hoarding slob.
I will admit that there are days that I have to resist picking up the phone to see if she’d be up for a no-strings weekend bang-fest, but I can’t afford to get sucked into the chaos-vortex that was her life.