Greetings all.
I’ve been a lurker on this forum since I created this account in 2008… A decade has passed since I was a young man of 20, still serving NS and pretty much only had 1 sexual partner with my then-girlfriend.
I’ve read quite a few stories over here… and it also inspired me to share a story of my own.
This is not fiction.
Background info
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I have a fetish. I think is a rather common one, as compared to some of the more extreme ones out there.
I enjoy giving cunnilingus. I enjoy seeing a woman squirming and writhing to the rhythmic twirls of my tongue on her engorged clitoris…. fingers pulling upwards into her G-spot… for some reason I am always at my hardest when she convulses uncontrollably… having no choice but to give in to the pleasure I am force-feeding her.
Women can orgasm multiple times in a session… and I have always made it my personal policy to ensure she comes first. Always.
In fact, there have been plenty of times that I just give oral sex to my partner and not want anything in return… perhaps I am an oddball?
Every woman is like a puzzle, and I take it as a personal challenge to solve it. Sometimes, on different days, the same woman would need something a little different to get to the proverbial mountaintop.
I’m sure some of you guys/girls out there can totally relate.
Onwards to the actual story…
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At that time, my relationship with my then-gf was at its breaking point. We were literally in the middle of a cold war, and true enough, it ended shortly after.
Being a serial pussy eater, I put up an advert on an online platform advertising my services. In short, all I wanted was to pleasure the lady. Nothing else. No charges on either side. Just oral fun for her, and giving oral pleasure for me.
I didn’t have any high hopes, since there is an imbalance in supply of men providing free services vs demand of women wanting these free services.
After all, women can command a price as a FL whenever they want.
That is a reality.
To my surprise, I received a few replies over the span of a few months… which I already thought was more than expected… I did specifically say I did not own a macho-body, or a model-face, or a huge dick.
I did promise passion, fervor and enthusiasm.
I am by no means an expert in bringing ladies to orgasm… but I have spent a good amount of time researching, reflecting, and improving my technique with multiple partners over the course of the decade.
Having a few experiences with paid sex in my younger days, I realize that the entire experience is very… fake. I don’t enjoy it. That is also perhaps the reason I never went back for paid sex after all these years.
What I wanted to see was true, uninhibited, orgasmic pleasure from a woman.
The vulnerability, those animalistic jerks, those uncontrollable gyrations…
Money can’t buy that.
Seeking out anonymous, NSA pussy would also be the true test of my abilities…
“Will my standard technique work? If not, what will?”
If it doesn’t work initially, the ladies do give me feedback and how to tailor certain techniques towards what she likes more… and also alert me to what she doesn’t prefer.
Somehow or another, sexual communication is so much easier during an NSA encounter because feelings do not get hurt.
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This story, will be about the third girl I met with this advert. Let’s call her Girl C.
My advert was already up for a few months, and it somehow gets renewed every month… So I wasn’t paying attention to it. By this time, I already met Girl A and Girl B (but these stories are for another day).
Girl A moved overseas for studies, and I had to cut all contact with Girl B.
I decided randomly to login to my account on that platform, and saw I had a message. Girl C expressed an interest in my advert, and asked to chat more.
She asked if I have managed to find anyone previously… and to which I replied earnestly to have met 2 others before her.
She asked me to elaborate on those experiences, to which I did. (Girl B’s story is another one that is quite juicy… but that is another story for another day)
It is my opinion that honesty is the best policy when it comes to discreet NSA fun. I know it is contradicting… given that in order for discretion and privacy to be maintained… both of us cannot be fully honest with each other in terms of personal details.
However, behind the curtain of anonymity, 2 parties can be completely and utterly SEXUALLY honest.
To my amazement, she shared her encounter with her previous FWB with me …. and I knew that with this lady, it was a give and take… she was reasonable.
That was, perhaps, the first sign of many signs… that I would be sharing many intimate experiences with her.
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She did not go into much detail with her previous fwb then… but the fact that he is now a “previous fwb”, suggests that it has somehow ended…
She was very upfront, very direct, and told me her circumstances.
She did not have any particular requirements in terms of looks… just not too fat or skinny, would prefer if I could host at home… but was also okay with hotel arrangements.
Also, she did explain explicitly that she was married, so discretion is of utmost importance. Also, she made it clear that sex would be off the table.
This was all within my rules and boundaries. In all honesty, I was not seeking sex. Believe it or not, I am that much of a pussy eating fiend. Sex is great, don’t get me wrong. I love to have sex, but penetrative sex alone can sometimes be lacking in bringing a woman to orgasmic heaven…
Sidenote: If I ever get to the story of Girl B, you will understand how much I hold closely to this principle.
ANYWAY… I was more than happy to oblige to a giving role. She did offer a HJ if i “needed” it… and I politely declined. I wasn’t into orgasming by hand (mine or any other person’s).
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I do partake in the NoFap culture… so I abstain from masturbation and pornography… It has already been 2 years, and it has worked wonders for me who had developed quite a serious case of PIED (Porn Induced Erectile Dysfunction). Those of you who realize that you can get ROCK HARD with PORN, but not with a real woman during sex… might be suffering from this problem… so my advice is to do your research… and start your journey to recovery ASAP.
In my youth, I was able to juggle both masturbation, porn, and satisfying my ex-girlfriends… but as I aged, the damage of porn on my brain proved too much for my suffocated tool to handle.
One pleasant side effect is of course, I realized that I could still pleasure my then-gf orally… and have far more control and technique than thrusting like a madman.
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So, apparently… this lady, although married, was unsatisfied at home. I did not dig into any deeper details at this juncture… she said that she isn’t too experienced in sex, and goes through the motions usually.
She asked me, “What pleasure do you gain out of this?”
I explained to her, exactly what I explained to you readers out here.
She pondered, “How do you release yourself when you get hard?”
I replied matter-of-factly, “I don’t.”
I just don’t. I aim to satisfy her, and through that I satisfy my perverse need to watch her get off, and then I reflect upon my performance.
Sometimes I feel as though it’s an experiment… a research encounter… to improve myself and hone my skills.
She expressed an interest in multiple orgasms… and how she has heard that other women have experienced this before… She has somehow only ever managed to orgasm once per session in her lifetime.
“Just one? Really?”
I was genuinely surprised. Women… especially married women(whom I assume have had a fair amount of sex), would usually be sexually awakened to the point where they understand their bodies enough to know what makes them tick.
Hearing this… I knew that there would be plenty of achievements to unlock with this gem.
Somehow, it seemed as though my brashness and straightforwardness was contagious.
It was as if it gave her some kind of license to be open with me about her expectations.
She asked whether I was looking for a long-term arrangement.
Statistically speaking… It would be unnecessary to be having long term arrangements in my quest to solving the vagina puzzle. In fact, the ideal session limit should be… probably 2, maybe 3?
1 to establish a baseline… a control experiment of sorts… 2 to reaffirm my findings… and if I encounter any anomalies… proceed to investigate… 3 would be rare… really rare.
Once I felt like I had a grasp on making my target orgasm on demand… then that would be my cue to move on.
After all, there was no need to play a game that I knew I could already win.
At that point… I didn’t tell her I wasn’t looking for a long-term arrangement… but I did say that we needed to at least have one solid session first… before we considered anything else.
We got to know each other a little more through chatting on the platform… and we came to the topic of her preferred mode of achieving orgasm.
She preferred fingering to oral stimulation.
I was quite startled… most women I have had experiences with enjoy oral stimulation far more than fingers alone. In fact, the combination of the two seems to be the most pleasurable path to nirvana.
Sidenote: Ladies, do let me know your own personal opinions about this… It’s always interesting to see new perspectives!
Perhaps she didn’t find anyone to do it right? Or perhaps, she just didn’t like the sensation of a wet, sloppy tongue flicking her clitoris… Hmm… I was aching to find out.
Somehow, from our conversations, the issue of her hairstyle down south was brought to light.
For some bros… this might’ve been a deal breaker… because she was unshaved.
Does it bother you guys? To the extent you would be turned off? Let me know in the reply section below.
Personally… when I go into pussy eating mode… I tune everything around me out. Maybe I tune the hair out too… but in that time frame I’m solely focused on providing pleasure. It’s too much to process the visual details.
I suppose… if there was a horrible taste or smell… that would be the deal breaker for me.
I might’ve been retching my guts out if the pussy reeked like a untended garbage dumpster.
Given the technology of our modern era… I hinted at the possibilities of waxing or laser treatment… but it seemed that she didn’t like to be shaved, or bare down there.
Meh. Doesn’t really bother me I suppose.
As long as it isn’t an unbridled Amazon rainforest down there… should be fine la huh?
We only managed to chat during her office hours… as when she was at home it would carry a certain amount of risk.
I’m not the clingy sort who needed constant attention from my gf/fwb, so that was actually good for me.
However, these few initial days I was satisfying her curiosity with my previous encounters with Girl A and Girl B. I primarily shared my encounter with Girl B… and with my nature I was being rather descriptive.
After all, this girl already expressed her preference to my straightforwardness…
Thus, in my mind, I felt that she would be able to handle whatever I was going to dish out.
Giving her an account of my experience with Girl B, as well as why I had to end our arrangement, would be a case study for her to understand my boundaries too.
So I recounted, page after page, giving her a front-row seat of my experiences with Girl B.
She said, “I feel like I’m watching porn”
With the kind of pornography out there now… what I was doing to Girl B was nothing compared to some of the crazy shit I had seen in my lifetime. We have come a long way… from FHM and Maxim… to downloading 30 sec videos on 56k modem… vintage Sora Aoi and Yua Aida… to high speed internet (I exceeded limit a few times and got destroyed by my parents). Now, there is even VR interactive porn!
It was either that my vivid description was enough to kick her into a dopamine overdrive… or she just didn’t watch much porn… or hardcore porn to start with.
She then revealed a little snippet of why things ended with her previous fwb.
There was a breach of trust, and he lied about being in a relationship.
Somehow, this planted the seed of poison in her mind… she just could not be comfortable and let go around him anymore.
It wasn’t so much the fact that he was in a relationship, but just that he was dishonest… and this sent the entire foundation of their arrangement crumbling down.
That, and the fact that he was pushy about wanting sex.
Well, whatever. His loss is my gain.
We eventually went on to discuss our sex drives… and how often we WOULD meet if we DID meet.
She stated that she had a self-proclaimed low sex drive… and can go months without any release.
Wow… I was getting pretty intrigued already… low sex drive… only orgasm once per session… not entirely sexperienced… This seemed like the perfect candidate for me to challenge myself.
So, we settled on a date.
It was about 2 weeks in advance.
Thinking back… I have no clue how I held out till then.
Nothing beats the anticipation that builds up from waiting for a gift to arrive.
When it finally does, you just want to tear the wrapping paper to shreds.
But I held out, and we built up the anticipation.
Almost every day, for 2 weeks, we chatted.
As I was still doing events then… I had free time in between travelling… so I was able to engage in conversation on the go… She was probably trying to multitask between office work and Alt-Tabbing to our chat window. Kudos to her!
Our date, would actually be during her lunch hour.
I was a little thrown off by the fact that I had to be time efficient with my session with her…
I don’t like to rush… and I feel that taking my time and enjoying the female body is paramount to making her feel comfortable… and thus, she will be more likely to achieve orgasm if she feels sexy and free.
However, we had to make it work due to clashing schedules.
Also, she was meticulous about her planning… so she reflected to me that spontaneous meetings were very unlikely… and I did understand, especially since she had a lot more to account for (family, work, etc).
I also made myself very clear.
My rules of engagement were straightforward:
I want you to relax. I want you to focus on yourself. Enjoy the moment. Be comfortable and be yourself. Be adventurous enough to open up and try new things up to your personal limitations, of which I will respect.
However, you are not allowed to fake orgasms.
If you do, then it defeats the entire purpose of me participating.
Fake it, and we’re done.
Discretion, privacy, etc. is a given of course.
Her rules were simple:
No sex, no BJ, no kissing.
So the rules of the game were set in place, and all that was left was the ticking of the clock to that fateful day.
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Thank you for all your support thus far. As you can see I’m taking my time to slowly get through the story… so do let the anticipation build
I’ll try to update as much as time permits! Cheers all!
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Originally Posted by
naturegreen
Generally I dun really believe in this statement. If she self-proclaimed low sex drive? Then what is she really after?
Dun believe in anything that can bleed for days yet still can stay alive.
I don’t disagree!
I suppose at the time she was exaggerating a little… but in her defense, I would say that her sex drive is relatively lower than average. At least, in comparison to a few nymphos I have met. Girl B was one prime example.
More will be revealed as I continue…
Thanks all for reading so far!
Truth be told, I wasn’t able to wait that long…
Can you imagine? Days upon days upon days of talking about what I was going to do to her… Nights upon nights upon nights of imagining what it would be like to finally dive into her honey pot…
Oh the torture!
Sometimes just talking about sexual subjects with her gives me a very inconvenient boner in my pants… and on boxer days it’s just too damn obvious to be parading around while texting her.
Although she already mentioned that she was rather averse to spontaneous meetings… I decided to try my luck… after all, she has lunch breaks every day right?
So, in the middle of a conversation… I asked bluntly, “Lunchtime tomorrow, would you be able to get away?”
She was taken aback… and incidentally, she “took care of herself” night before.
I thought it was a subtle hint to dissuade me from pursuing the meet-up.
Boy, was I wrong.
She continued with, “But if you are keen to flaunt your skills, I am still game to meet you…”
Wow. Just wow. While others might’ve felt discouraged at the current stage of things…
I was fired up.
This would be an even bigger challenge wouldn’t it?
To test my abilities against a woman who wasn’t even thirsting for it…
Interesting.
So, she asked me, “Are you excited?”
To that, I replied, “Are you? You better be.”
It was the day of the spontaneous meeting.
I woke up, and checked my messages… and I saw that she left me a text the night before.
She asked me… if neither of us were craving… why did I still suggest the meeting?
Was she having second thoughts the night before?
Hmm…
I did give her an “out”, and said that we didn’t have to rush if she preferred not to… and that we could stick to our previous arranged day.
Apparently, she was just curious about my intentions… and was game to meet me.
I reached our agreed meeting point 30 minutes earlier because I misjudged the time needed to travel there.
For some reason, I wasn’t able to find her chat window in my app.
I thought that it was some kind of mistake… so I just waited… in blind faith that she would appear at the agreed time.
So I waited… and waited… and waited… until it was 5 mins past our meeting timing.
Just then, I realized something dreadful.
I accidentally hit delete on the chat window… and that was the reason why I was unable to see it.
I quickly restored the chat window… and I saw her reply.
“hmm… I think you overslept”
My heart sunk.
No way. Not here. Not now.
I screwed up.
I apologized profusely, and told her I was still here.
Was she still coming? Oh god… Why was I so careless…
“Give me 10 mins. I’ll come say hi”
Even though I singlehandedly screwed up our plans… which resulted in such an anti-climax… she still decided to head down to meet me.
I was already impressed. She’s understanding too?
I continued my wait… cursing under my breath at my misfortune… until I saw the figure that matched the description she gave me of herself.
A slim, petite framed lady came down the escalator…
She gave me an awkward smile…
I couldn’t tell if she was shy or aloof.
She had shoulder-length hair… just the length that I liked it…
Don’t get me wrong.
She isn’t your standard definition of drop-dead gorgeous, 10/10, model stats, etc etc…
But, damn, she had a pair of gorgeous eyes.
Despite the awkward handshake, my confident façade, and the rudimentary small talk…
That was all I could notice, all I could keep my attention on.
Not mesmerizing, dazzling eyes that stare deep into your soul like a succubus in the dead of night.
But eyes that catch your glance and shift ever so slightly to the side coyly…
Eyes that silently and subtly beckon for you to inch closer and devour her whole.
Once again, thank you all for your kind support!
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She was mild-mannered, not too boisterous, not too flamboyant…
Honestly, if I saw her under different circumstances, I would not have guessed that she would be seeking a fwb relationship.
She just emanates sort of a… “decent” aura?
Perhaps it was because she came from office… so she wasn’t exactly dressed provocatively.
Unfortunately, by the time she arrived, there was literally no time left to travel to a nearby budget hotel, get down to business, and still get back on time before her lunch break ends.
So, we had to settle for a innocent lunch date.
What turned out to a disastrous situation, turned into fodder for conversation… and I quickly tried to turn the tables and made a joke out of the entire situation…
The whole time, I was just trying to disguise my disappointment and try to engage her as much as possible…
If I wasn’t careful and gave a bad first impression… who knows if she would still want to meet up again?
Like I said, I had no 6-pack abs, handsome face, nor gigantic package. Neither had I a bottomless wallet.
So, I had to squeeze out whatever charm or personality I possessed to interest her.
So there we were, sitting across each other, trying to make small-talk while I slurped away at my bowl of laksa.
This was not what I envisioned our first meeting to be like.
After we parted ways, I felt good. We had a good conversation… not many awkward silences… seemed fine, I suppose?
Shortly after, I received a message from her.
She checked in with me… and reaffirmed the meeting in 2 weeks time.
Life usually isn’t liberal with giving second chances… so, I was not going to let this one slip by.