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In previous posts from our first meetup, several commenters highlighted the fact that I went down on HA multiple times without reciprocation. That was 100% my preference. Historically, I haven’t been a fan of receiving oral. I’d never gotten off from it, and I would just constantly have this anxious feeling that they were only doing it because they thought they had to. I’m way too in my own head, but I’d told HA in advance that I wasn’t into oral and he respectfully let me have my way the first time around. Over the past month, the subject has come up in conversation more than once. He mentioned how much he enjoys doing it and that he thinks it’s one of his strongest skills sexually. My personality trait that is probably simultaneously my best and my worst is a burning and insatiable curiosity. It gets me into trouble. I don’t know when to let things go, and I can’t ignore the niggling unknowing in the back of my brain. It’s also what makes me adventurous and willing to set aside reason and logic to meet a reddit stranger and have him naked within the hour….and then enthusiastically agree to consensual rape a month later. All of that just to say that HA said he was amazing at oral, and I had to know what all the hype was about. I told him in advance that I was going to ignore my anxiety about receiving oral and let him have at it…and he did not disappoint.

As previously mentioned in my last post we didn’t exercise a tremendous amount of self-control or pacing on day one…more like none whatsoever. After 3 hours of raw, rough, and passionate sex, my lady bits were screaming for a break. When we got back to the room after dinner, I stripped down to just HA’s tshirt and we started turning up the heat again like two horny teenagers experiencing sex for the first time. He picked me up and carried me to the bed. One of the things that turns me on most about HA is how effortlessly he can pick me up and throw me around. I’m typically so assertive and in control in life, and yet there’s something so liberating about having that stripped away (this is probably the perfect spot to link to his consensual rape post )….but I digress.

He pushed me back onto the bed, spreading my legs in one fluid motion. I could see that he was rock hard again, and just when I thought he was about to fuck me, instead he said "I think I owe your pussy an apology for all the abuse earlier." His head was already between my legs with his tongue running in slow smooth circles along the slit. He started off soft and gentle, occasionally looking up at me to make sure I was still ok with it. Within about 2 minutes, all my tension and anxiety had been washed away by the incredible feeling of his tongue inside of me, kissing me, and sucking just hard enough to make me simultaneously pull away and want to pull him closer. The feeling was otherworldly and in such contrast to the thrusting of his huge cock that gets me off so hard. At first, it just felt relaxing and soothing, but as he settled into a rhythm with his tongue and read the cues of my body and hips grinding into his face, I felt for the first time ever that I was on the verge of cumming from oral. Right as he hit the perfect spot, I told him not to move, to stay right there…but I didn’t have to say anything. He already knew. He looked up at me, and right as we made eye contact, I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face into me as I started to cum. He didn’t let up with his tongue, and it was one of my most explosive orgasms ever. A different sensation than a sex orgasm and likely exacerbated by the soreness I was already feeling from earlier in the day. Hurts.so.good. I literally collapsed back when I stopped cumming. I felt like I was high. He was on top of me with a smirk, clearly proud of himself. I could see that his cock was still rock hard. With the only words I could manage to get out I said, "you are amazing, and now I want you to roll me over and fill me up." He didn’t argue with my demands. Before the weekend was over, he got me off twice more with just oral. So many times before, men have said to me "oh you’ve just never had it done right." Well, it turns out, for once, that was fucking true. HA does it right.

If you made it this far, here are some bonus shots: pussy morning day 1 (pre-abuse): http://ift.tt/1O6pHpM

And a quick under table shot at breakfast on day 2: http://ift.tt/1Rz3yGG

ETA: The mushy stuff that doesn’t really belong in GWS. It’s now been about 3 months since HA and I started chatting, a month since we first met irl, and 2 days since we parted ways from our most recent adventure. I have to admit that the distance is hard to bear, even for a self-purported anti-social independent sort. Yesterday was my first day back at work after our trip, and it was hellacious on so many levels…Several projects behind schedule, mile-long to do list, but mostly just missing HA. We are so much alike that we occasionally, inevitably clash…which I would shrug off with anybody else, but with him the thought of upsetting or hurting him reduces me to tears. I’ve never been a crier and honestly, as unflattering of a commentary as it is on me, I’ve never been more concerned about somebody else than I am about myself. I’m still trying to figure out how to navigate the waters of being emotionally raw and vulnerable. I’m just glad to be doing it with HA as the other half of this unlikely equation.