I’m a nomad with an insatiable sex drive. I thought I might share some stories from my travels, starting with when I was kipping in a hostel in a major UK city.

Last week, I had to temporarily move out of my flat, which left me with a bit more free time and an urge to be social. I went swiping in bumble, and pretty quickly matched with Grace. I usually try to be polite and personable when breaking the ice, and I think she appreciated it. I found out later that I was her first match out of a long term relationship. She’s a few years older than me and newly single, just looking to have fun. Since I was looking too full my night, I recommended we go get a drink, no expectations.

I know I can be too curious, but I also got the impression no one had asked her about herself in a long time. She was clearly really capable and had a badass girl-boss attitude that I like, but it took her a good half hour to get used to me being genuinely interested in her. On the other hand, It was a pretty easy transition to talking about our dating life and being really clear about what we were looking for. It wasn’t transactional, but we’re both mature, professional, ambitious adults, so this was well within our wheelhouse.

Less than an hour after we’d meet, maybe three after we’d matched, we were making out in the back of the bar. I made sure to check in that there were no expectations, but when I asked if she wanted to walk somewhere else, she was the one to recommend her flat.

I took the time on the walk getting to know her a bit better, leaning into ‘No expectations’. Still, It wasn’t a long walk, and within a minute of being in her flat, one of us had started kissing the other, and soon I had her pinned to the wall. As my hands trailed up her back, under her shirt, I whispered for her to stop me anytime. She nodded, but she also seemed to need this.

It wasn’t long until she was straddling me on the couch in nothing but her underwear, me missing my shirt. Her body was very responsive, so I asked how long it had been since she’d had someone make her feel good. Then I asked if she wanted me to make her feel good, and she enthusiastically nodded with a cute smile.

I laid her back on the couch and took of her underwear before kneeling in front of her. She was shaking at every touch, when I kissed up her legs, over her mound, over her lips. I dragged my tongue over her pussy, tracing her lips, tasting her gently. I kissed her, easing her into the experience and feeling a jolt run through her every time.

Finally, I slipped my tongue slowly between her lips, noting how she shivered when I passed her hole, all the way up to her clit. Her hands went straight to my hair, and she cried out. Her legs clamped on me when I started circling it, and gently skipping my tongue over her clit in lazy arches.

It only took her about a minute to cum the first time, screaming at the top of her lungs. I think she needed it, honestly. Just that desperate, “anything will do, just eat me!” Kind of hunger. So I smiled and kissed her drenched pussy while she spasmed and shook, but I was absolutely not done with her.

I dipped my tongue lower, running the flat up and down the entire length of her pussy, then gently circling her hole. I wanted to give her clit a break, and based on the deep groan, I think she appreciated it. After a minute, I adjusted to slip first one, then two fingers into her. I gently worked her up, before pressing just above her pelvic bone with my other hand. I don’t think she’d ever felt that, based on her reaction. She started grabbing anything in reach, including my arms. She looked at me wide eyed and then arched her back against my hands, adding even more pressure.

I dipped my head back down and licked her clit, and as soon as I did, she cried out, “fuck yes!!” It wasn’t ten seconds later that she was cumming hard, a hands in hair, legs absolutely pinning my head in place, screaming orgasm that lasted close to a minute.

I let her recover and kissed her pussy and thighs.

“Fuck, you’re good!” She gasped.

I kissed her breasts and neck, and she hungrily kissed my lips.

We laid on the couch for a bit, taking under a blanket. I could tell that she liked it, but that she was also really stressed due to life factors. Eventually, I offered to give her a massage, and that became a full body massage. I left after three hours of pleasing her, relaxing her, and comforting her.

A few days later, I got a text that she had a lot to consider, and wasn’t in a place to be dating. I didn’t take it personally, I think it was a low level acknowledgment from the get go.

So, unfortunate, but I have fun memories and she felt safe and cared for for a night.