Straight Male / 35
Something weird but cathartic happened to me this weekend with my new girlfriend.
We're both in our mid 30s and divorced. We're still getting over our exes, thankfully now kids for either of us - she can't have any biologically (hence the divorce) and my ex wife was trying to get her career going (hence mine).
Molly is my new girlfriend's name, a pale skinned redhead with green eyes, her family is Irish all the way back. She even has a slight hint of an accent and was brought up on Irish folklore. She has no boobs but excellent nippples, a nice plump ass, and a gorgeous hairy pussy in that wonderful shade of red. She's something else.
Anyway, this weekend we finally fucked. We've been really taking it slow - since we both got divorced last year it started out as just a supportive friendship that got serious, so imagine my surprise when we're at her apartment and she comes out of her bathroom totally naked, red faced from cocktails we had earlier and comes to me and gets on her knees, looking up and saying "How do you want me? I can make you happier than she ever did."
I proceeded over the next half hour to make Molly my personal slut, making her masturbate for me, rubbing my cock all over her face roughly, pulling her hair, slapping her ass, and making her suck me with no hands. She came once that I'm aware of, then once I buried my cock into her waiting pussy from behind on the couch I was fucking her so wildly I honestly couldn't tell you what she was experiencing, but the noises she was making were driving me crazy. I pulled out, pulled her around, and came all over her face just because my ex wife hated to do it. I wanted to do something primal to Molly and make sure she knew what I needed from her.
Molly was red faced, flushed and sweaty, panting. And she had tears on her face.
We cleaned up and I stayed the night, even went to church with her the next morning. And honestly, didn't think about my ex for that 8-12 hour span I was with Molly that night, barring the facial. Molly said she felt the same way with me, not feeling that shame of having a "failed marriage or a failed uterus" while we were together.
She held my hand during church, squeezing it every now and then so I'd look over at her and she'd smile every time, big smile that made her wrinkles show. And it was beautiful and real. And so is she. I don't want to hate fuck her like I did the other night, but it was still pretty hot and it's clear she's pretty submissive and down for it.
So yeah, it was good to have a real win after a pretty tough last year.
We're both in our mid 30s and divorced. We're still getting over our exes, thankfully now kids for either of us - she can't have any biologically (hence the divorce) and my ex wife was trying to get her career going (hence mine).
Molly is my new girlfriend's name, a pale skinned redhead with green eyes, her family is Irish all the way back. She even has a slight hint of an accent and was brought up on Irish folklore. She has no boobs but excellent nippples, a nice plump ass, and a gorgeous hairy pussy in that wonderful shade of red. She's something else.
Anyway, this weekend we finally fucked. We've been really taking it slow - since we both got divorced last year it started out as just a supportive friendship that got serious, so imagine my surprise when we're at her apartment and she comes out of her bathroom totally naked, red faced from cocktails we had earlier and comes to me and gets on her knees, looking up and saying "How do you want me? I can make you happier than she ever did."
I proceeded over the next half hour to make Molly my personal slut, making her masturbate for me, rubbing my cock all over her face roughly, pulling her hair, slapping her ass, and making her suck me with no hands. She came once that I'm aware of, then once I buried my cock into her waiting pussy from behind on the couch I was fucking her so wildly I honestly couldn't tell you what she was experiencing, but the noises she was making were driving me crazy. I pulled out, pulled her around, and came all over her face just because my ex wife hated to do it. I wanted to do something primal to Molly and make sure she knew what I needed from her.
Molly was red faced, flushed and sweaty, panting. And she had tears on her face.
We cleaned up and I stayed the night, even went to church with her the next morning. And honestly, didn't think about my ex for that 8-12 hour span I was with Molly that night, barring the facial. Molly said she felt the same way with me, not feeling that shame of having a "failed marriage or a failed uterus" while we were together.
She held my hand during church, squeezing it every now and then so I'd look over at her and she'd smile every time, big smile that made her wrinkles show. And it was beautiful and real. And so is she. I don't want to hate fuck her like I did the other night, but it was still pretty hot and it's clear she's pretty submissive and down for it.
So yeah, it was good to have a real win after a pretty tough last year.
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