FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS: MY EXPERIENCE PART ONE

I would ask anyone reading this to bear in mind that sometimes, people make mistakes. We don’t always make the choices we know we should. The pull of attention or affection can hit you right when you aren’t expecting it and it can embed itself so deeply into you with certain people that it blurs your judgement, even when you know 100% that you shouldn’t be continuing with something that can only be described as toxic.

Summer 2016 had been Fairly amazing for me (bar Mr 911) spending every weekend with my best friend going out, making memories and just having fun. I wasn’t necessarily looking for anything when A came on the scene. (For the purpose of this post, he will be known as A I debated many a name, however some would not be nice enough to publish, so we’re going with A).

It started how many online dating ‘textationships’ start. A few messages here and there, a lot of flirting and finding out about the other person. It was going, so I thought, swimmingly.

That was until conversation got a bit deeper and then BOOM, out of nowhere, silence. For weeks. I was left wondering what on earth had gone wrong, and I did what I believe most girls do I questioned what I had done wrong. Looking back, it was glaringly obvious that there wasn’t anything wrong with me at all. However at that time, I wasn’t thinking straight. How could someone who seemed so into https://topadultreview.com/ me just disappear into thin air?

So, a few weeks passed and one evening, my phone went. I hadn’t gotten round to deleting A’s number so my stomach lurched slightly seeing his name pop up on my screen. It was a lurch that was also filled with a little excitement how do men have the ability to do that? I’ll never figure that out.

He was sorry. He got scared. He didn’t even know how to fix himself so he didn’t expect me to be able to help either. He wanted to see me.

What the fuck do I do? I fancied the pants off of him weeks ago and we got on so well. I had wanted to see him for such a long time. I knew if we met it would be explosive. It was midnight. I had had wine. Was it wise? I looked a mess. I’d had all day to sort myself out and ensure my legs didn’t resemble a Yeti but had I done anything about it? No it was October for fuck sake. I needed the extra warmth.

I argued with myself for about half hour. Next thing I knew I had booked a taxi, thrown some clothes on, a quick spray of Armani Diamonds Rose, hair into a bun (stuffed into an actual birds nest with 3 days of dry shampoo keeping it up) and off I went.

Good lord, the nerves I felt were INSANE. Literally 10 minutes later I was walking in his front door. A peck on the cheek and up the stairs. Prior to this, he had said that he wasn’t wanting anything to happen and obviously I believed him. BIG MISTAKE.

We chatted for ages that first night, about anything and everything and he was so affectionate in all the right ways. No leading hands, no forceful moves. Just hair stroking and laughing and talking. Then… the kiss. FUCK MY LIFE MY KNICKERS WERE WET IN AN INSTANT. You know those kisses that just blow your mind? Soft, warm, sweet with both hands on my face and movement from my lips to my neck in a matter of seconds. His scent was almost intoxicating. I couldn’t catch my breath quick enough. His lips were on my ear lobes and his teeth were biting so gently but just enough to ensure my thighs were squeezing together trying to supress what I knew was happening. It was like he knew. He knew what to do to disable me. To heighten all my senses and render me useless and this was just with his kisses. He moved on top of me and he was just so…. manly. I got lost in the moment, the kisses getting faster and harder, him moving away at the right time knowing I would be begging him not to stop. He was thrusting gently at this point, enough pressure for me to raise my hips to meet him and push up into the movement.

Suddenly, my head caught up with my obvious disregard of my current Hypertrichosis situation on all areas of my body that were relevant to this situation. MUST. STOP. THIS NOW.

But, I can’t. I’m enjoying it far too much. And so is he going by the heavy breathing and the constant hands on every inch of my body.

Bare in mind that I am looking the least sexy I ever have, in my whole 32 years of living, a tight black vest, leggings and a pink flowered oversized scarf. Hair in a bun and a slick of mascara and lip gloss. My cheeks needed no blush they were already the colour of a Robin’s chest.

I CANNOT LET HIM UNDRESS ME. HE WILL CUT HIS HANDS ON MY LEGS AND BLEED ALL OVER THE BED THEY ARE THAT SPIKEY (And he’s got Egyptian cotton sheets I can’t be responsible for that!)…. However before I know it he is by my feet. He is kissing my legs from my ankle to my thigh, over my clothes, and I cannot contain the feeling building in my knickers much longer. If A removed all of my clothes this very instant, he would have been able to slide in like Messi’s 2007 goal for Barcelona, no questions asked.

I need to switch this up now….I cannot let him see me in this state. Why the hell didn’t I sort myself out during the day rather than sitting on my arse eating Haribo and watching Netflix? I’d be a silky goddess if I had of made the right choice…. instead I’m not a silky goddess. I’m Hagrid. And A wants to pay a visit to Hagrid’s forest hut quite literally.

I use my strength to push him off of me and quickly switch to me being on top. I know he is incredibly turned on right now so I remove his t-shirt and throw it on the floor. I am beyond pleased to discover a smattering of dark hair on his chest, around his nipples meeting in the middle and trailing down past his belly button. His scent is even stronger now Jo Malone its unmistakable. Another twinge down below for me.

I kiss him, hard. But just once. I move to his neck, slowly making my way down his neck over his shoulders, his right arm and back to his chest. A bite of his nipple and I know that he doesn’t like it. He reacts and looks almost angry? But this makes me chuckle gently and apologise. Moving away from his nipples, as that’s obviously not his thing, I VERY slowly make my way down his chest to his shorts. Kissing along the rim of his shorts, my cheek brushes against what I know is waiting for me underneath.

His arms are above his head now and his head is at an angle where I know he has given in watching me and is anticipating what’s about to happen. I remove his shorts and am happy that he has no boxers on so as soon as they are off I am faced with the most beautiful cock I have ever seen in my LIFE. Smooth, a very nice size and a perfect head.

I take a second to enjoy the moment. A asks if I’m ok and I say yes, that I am fine, just enjoying the view. I know what he is waiting for. The same thing as me. I am waiting to wrap my lips around him and see how far I can take him.

His arms move towards me and I edge away, moving a little further down so that he cant quite reach me and I kiss the inside of his thighs, softly and slowly enough to make sure that he is wriggling underneath me. I know he is ready. I know he wants my lips wrapped around him. Although I am enjoying teasing him, I know that I want it just as much as he does and with one swift movement I am higher up the bed and my lips are right where they need to be.

OH. MY. GOD. He tastes amazing. He tastes clean and just delicious. It is quite a task to reach the base of his beautiful cock but when I do there is a huge gasp and I know he likes it. I’m not one for a washing machine experience, I like to take my time and savour every single inch. My tongue darts from the base upwards, it flicks over the top and around the head before my lips encase him again and I increase the pressure as I make my way downwards again. I repeat these steps, throwing in the odd change of direction and a few mixed pressure flicks until I can feel that he is incredibly close. His thighs are shaking and he is tensing his feet I can feel it and I know exactly what is about to happen. So I continue with a slightly increased speed and spend the last few seconds focusing on his head. My lips completely covering him. A’s hands are gripping the sheets at this point and with a very loud groan, my mouth is full of hot salty cum which is swallowed in one mouthful.

His only word is ‘fuck’, over and over again. I am incredibly pleased with myself at this point because for reasons I may go into another time, its been a long time since I’d had the confidence to do that with someone and I smile to myself knowing that I can still do that. I’m not terrible at it. Someone actually really enjoyed what I just did.

He took a while to recover but as soon as he caught his breath he climbed on top of me and wanted to repay the favour. I was so paranoid about the state of me that I kind of made my excuses about being up early and rang another taxi as I didn’t feel I could stay (I know that this wasn’t smart of me. At the time I didn’t consider how this would’ve made him feel I was just too concerned with him being dismayed at my lack of self care and would’ve preferred to resemble a Victoria’s Secret model, albeit fluffier round the edges, when he got me naked for the first time).

I said goodbye and I went home. The first message I received was ‘That was the best and most intense head I have ever received, I’ve never had anything like that before in my life’.

I went to bed smiling. The night hadn’t turned out how I had anticipated AT ALL. But boy, it certainly was enjoyable.

Over the next 18 months it got a hell of a lot more intense than this and that is where FWB: My Experience Part Two will continue…….

Dickmatized. There is legitimately no other way to describe it. The last experience with A was pretty amazing. Turning me on whilst I’m fully clothed to the extent he did without laying a hand on me was like a Little Mix song purely black magic. Read it here https://wp.me/pa73Re-U

However, what followed was not. (Bear with just getting some of the boring explanation out of the way).

Turns out, pushing a guy off of you even if the reason is 100% because your legs are spikier than a porcupine is NOT a smart thing to do. I’d actually hurt him. The person that I originally thought was harder than his dick had been a few days ago….

The conversation continued, with both of us trying to put our point across, to no avail. It got heated and ended with the below:

I tried to explain but each time I did, it got too heated. I knew I’d hurt him. He was really pissed at me.

I got drunk at my Christmas party that year and I messaged him. He seemed ok I asked if I could see him as I wanted to make up for making him feel how he did. How I dealt with that situation wasn’t the best… I should have been honest that it was my fucking hairy legs and my hoohah that had, at that moment in time, been in competition with Alan Titchmarsh’s Wild Indigo Bush at the Chelsea Flower Show that stopped me from riding him into next week, not anything to do with him.

He said he would stay awake but by the time I was ready to leave, he’d fallen asleep.

We didn’t speak after that Christmas and New Year went by and he was never far from my thoughts but he drifted further and further out of them as the weeks went on.

February 2017 my friend Zoe’s birthday gathering my brother in law picked me up and drive me home. For some reason, he drove a way that he never usually did. And we drove straight past A’s house. His bedroom light was on. That was the first time I had thought about him for a while. I got home and got into bed, opened WhatsApp and sent over the photos I had taken at the party to everyone.

His name suddenly appeared, with a message. I hadn’t brought myself to delete his number. (I didn’t screenshot every message between us so I can’t upload them)

‘I still think about you, you know’

WHAT THE FUCK? No contact for ages and then the first time I think about him, literally 30 minutes later, he messages me.

I told him it was the most random message I’d received all year and we laughed and joked for a while then the serious chat came. I’d come off of all dating apps, focused on myself, had lost weight, was doing well at work. My year had been ok. He said how pleased he was for me and that he was glad I was happy. We brushed on what happened before. He again told me it was something he would never forget but that he felt not good enough etc. I tried to make light of it and move on. We messaged for a couple of hours.

We messaged here and there over the next few weeks. One Friday night he messaged me after being out in London. He asked if I was out. I wasn’t. But I was out the next night. he was off to Brighton. ‘Shame’ was our response to one another.

Cue Saturday night with my best friend. All the wine. All the laughs, even an ongoing joke about a trip we kept wanting to take together. We went to a bar. Whilst ordering our drinks my best friend turned to me and say ‘Oh my god, A is here’.

AGAIN, WHAT THE FUCK? He was meant to be in Brighton. I shit myself. What the hell was he doing here? Had he come here especially? He knew where I was going to be but I had no expectation of seeing him. I mean, I looked fucking good that night I tried to enjoy myself but I was on edge all night. My feet hurt from dancing and my hoohah was tingling more than the time I used Original Source mint shower gel down there. WHY DOES HE HAVE SUCH A HOLD ON ME? WHY DO I TURN INTO A QUIVERING WRECK WHEN IM 5 FOOT AWAY FROM HIM? I managed to remain inconspicuous for the time I was there. He hadn’t seen me. I felt almost like I was on a secret mission.

I went back to my friends. We drank some more and we sang until the early hours. He was messaging me. He invited me over. I’d waited a while to spend time with my friend I’d not had a night out with her for ages. I’m ashamed to say that A won. She was annoyed with me, and I don’t blame her. At the time I was blinkered FUCKING DICKMATIZED by A.

He sent an Uber. Within 5 minutes I was there. I walked in and I knew he was pleased with what he saw. I was in a pink playsuit and as I bent down to remove my heels, I just knew his eyes were all over me. I went upstairs. He bought me water. Dimmed his bedroom light and laid down next to me. That smell. Fucking hell if I wasn’t soaked at the thought of getting his magnificent cock in my hands and mouth again, that smell would’ve done it on its own. Clean, citrusy, musky. Jesus. My knickers are genuinely stuck to me.

Thank fuck I wore nice underwear.

I’m not sure if it was the copious amounts of wine or the fact, not 20 minutes ago I was standing on my mates sofa belting out Abba feeling on top of the world but I got up. I stood at the side of the bed. I peeled my playsuit down, exposing my bra and slowly wriggled it over my hips. I stood there for a minute, letting him take it in. Literally, I have no idea where that confidence came from I was just standing there letting him look at me. What I remember vividly is that my hair was curled and I had Charlotte Tilbury Electric Poppy lipstick on. I was again, wearing Armani Rose Diamonds. That smell was just A. It was the smell I associated with being with him. Sweet and musky, in a feminine way. It was in my hair and all over my neck and wrists.

I climbed into bed, in my underwear. I laid on my side and he literally slid up to me like a magnet attracting metal. My arse was pushed out slightly and my left leg was curled up over my right. His left hand was tracing my side. Down over my hip, my left thigh and up my front, settling on the outside of my bra teasing my nipple, which was already as hard as a bullet. I pushed into him backwards and his lips were on my shoulder. He moved my hair so that he could reach my neck and my cheek. fuck his kisses. His beard rubbed on my skin as he was kissing me. Not too bristly but enough to slightly irritate. I liked it. He told me he wanted my bra off. I went to sit up and as I did, with one quick movement, my bra was unhooked. WITH ONE HAND? Mate, I’ve been putting my bra on for 32 years and I haven’t mastered that. I’m impressed.

He slides it over my shoulders and pulls me back down. Before I know it he is on top of me. HOLY FUCK A I’M ABOUT TO CUM ALL OVER YOUR EGYPTIAN COTTON SHEETS AND YOU HAVEN’T EVEN TAKEN MY KNICKERS OFF.

He pins my arms down and is kissing me aggressively. I think I quite like it. I have no control other than to clench my thighs together. I can’t move my arms because he is so strong. He moves from my mouth to my breasts. His lips are around my right nipple, flicking it gently with his tongue. It feels SO good. he grazes it with his teeth and I cry out seems he might be trying to get me back for the time I did it to him. He moves to the left and does the same, only this time he bites harder. My body jolts upwards but it’s slightly painful as my arms are still pinned down. The only noise I can make is ‘fuck!’ and he asks me if I like it. I actually kind of do in a weird way.

He moves his head down, kissing my stomach. He has to release my arms now as he is too far down to concentrate on what he is doing and keep me restrained.

He kisses my hips and moves his mouth slowly over my knickers. He hovers in just the right place. WHY IS HE WAITING? PLEASE JUST TAKE THEM OFF. He licks me over the top of my underwear. Enough so I can feel how warm his tongue is. He pushes my legs apart roughly and it makes me gasp. He moves even slower down my legs and there is that ankle move again! Kisses from my ankle upwards. Only this time its on my bare skin and I have goosebumps. His beard tickles my legs and when he reaches the inside of my left thigh I giggle quietly as it really tickles. Another lick over my underwear before he sits up, hooks his thumbs inside the band of my knickers and pulls them down, lifting my legs in the air to get them off.

I am completely naked now. he is on his knees looking down at me and I have legitimately never felt as sexy in my ENTIRE life. I want him to start so badly but he’s just hovering, drinking in the view. I look at him and tell him that I really want him and with a wry smile on his face he moves downwards and pushes his tongue into me so deeply but with the lightest touch.

I can describe it no other way than absolute heaven. His movement are so light but they hit so many spots I never knew existed. His tongue is soft and warm and I can do nothing but moan softly and tell him not to stop. Long, warm, soft licks that feel as though they are coming from my arse all the way up to my clit. he doesn’t focus on that though. he knows from previous conversations that this is what I like. He stops. He sits up and moves his body so he is on top of me. He kisses me and asks me if I like what he is doing. Holy shit I am so turned on right now that I manage a couple of nods and a whimper and he kisses me again and tells me he is only just getting started.

Another swift movement and he is down between my legs again. I try to savour it while trying my upmost to keep my shit together and not explode all over his face when all of a sudden his middle finger is inside me.

FUCK. FUCK. FUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!

Where the fuck has this man come from? Planet icanmakeawomanorgasmin10seconds?!!!

His finger goes so deep I feel like its going to come out of my mouth. The BOOM. He finds it. The sweet spot. I can picture it in my head it’s like he is using his middle finger to beckon me towards him. Only his finger is inside me. And its rubbing the spot that makes me feel I’m going to wet myself any damn second.

I’m not sure how much I can take. I am literally moaning so loudly, his neighbours are going to think he’s watching a porn film with the windows open. BOOM AGAIN! His tongue is back near my clit and his finger has been joined by its buddy, the forefinger. MY WHOLE BODY IS TINGLING. I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE.

But I don’t want him to stop. He CANNOT stop. Anything he asked me to do right now I would do. I would be 100% his to do with as he pleases. I’m immobile. His tongue is still so soft and his licks are long and warm. His fingers are going overtime and I feel like I’m in a world of my own my head thrown back and my eyes closed. He is enjoying this as much as I am from the moans escaping his mouth when he comes up for air.

Oh my god, that spot stay there and do not move. My body is pushing into him now my thighs look like I’ve just done 2 hours in the gym rock solid. I am licking my lips now, wishing he was deep inside my mouth Jesus, Mary and Joseph I am literally about to explode. One more lick and a push against my soft fleshy g-spot and I cannot hold it any longer. Every part of my body is tensing waiting for the release that is coming. I’m tingling, my stomach muscles are so tense and within a millisecond I cry out and my orgasm literally ripples through my whole body.

My hands are grabbing his hair and my hips are pushed upwards into his face. The only sound I can muster is ‘FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK ME’.

He sits up looking very pleased with himself and I am finding it hard to even move. My limbs feel like lead. He asks if I’m ok and I can’t even talk.

He collapses onto his pillows and I just know that I need to ensure he gets the same level of pleasure. I know exactly what will work.

I pull myself up and climb over his left leg so I am sitting between them. My hands grab his cock and let me just reiterate again IT’S FUCKING MAGNIFICENT. It takes seconds to get him hard. he is propped up so he can watch what I am doing. I know that if I take him in my mouth again, he will cum so quickly but I want to give him a deeper level of pleasure this time. I play for a little while and I know he is getting close even though I’ve only been naked with him one time before, I can read him like a book I stop. I move my fingers down over his balls and massage his perineum for a second. Oh he likes this. He really likes this.

Shall I? I know what he so desperately wants. I know he’s never had it done properly before. The most random thought goes through my head… this better not ruin my gel nails I only did them today!

Fuck it, I know how much this is going to blow his mind. I spit on my right index finger and circle his arsehole. He drops his knees down and he is frog-legged in front of me.

I want to take him somewhere he has never been and so I slowly insert my finger. His head is thrown back and the biggest groan escapes his mouth. My finger goes deeper. His left arm leaves his chest and grasps the bedsheet.

There is only one way this is going and it’s going to be even better then the last time I made him cum.