u/Big_Future971

Well , i was hit up by one user who claimed to be a woman (i do think she was) , and she was horny , and be being extra horny and a little stressed decided to be very upfront which as may of u may guess didnt go well. Its important to handle any conversation well and i even though have done it , i am yet to learn to do it consistently.

Maybe with thr next

PS : super horny , i am about to drive now and my 7.4 incher is standing , ugh

So in order to have stories to write and you to be part of my fantasies , i was hoping to meet with a woman who is confident and knows what she wants. I am located in Abu Dhabi and can drive. Only DM if u open to meeting and are horny, else there is no story. We need to make a beautiful one

So in order to have stories to write and you to be part of my fantasies , i was hoping to meet with a woman who is confident and knows what she wants. I am located in Abu Dhabi and can drive. Only DM if u open to meeting and are horny, else there is no story. We need to make a beautiful one

So if u have seen my previous post , you guys must have realised how my sexual escapades started.

And it was going great , she was my fwb for a while perhaps my longest (around 8 months b4 we had to stop). Her thicc booty always swung for me , she wanted me to use her as per my will , we were working in a hybrid setup , and she had no qualms sucking me off even while she was on Calls.

But it was always my wish to be intimate with older women. Cliche i know , but come on , a wish is a wish.

Realised wouldnt be possible if i just sat at home , so i did what i could do first , meet peoplr within my society. Started offering help to people , regardless of gender. 2 things happened because of this. I became a familiar and trusted face plus i could get hold of gossip. That was when i met her , and lets call her Aunty V.

She was a techie like I was , and she lived in the same community i did. She wasnt much older , a little less than 30 , I was 22 at the time. But she was a character. She had an aesthetic style , a mix of revealing and non revealing clothes and it always made my body shiver and heart flutter. She was quite slim , but was stacked , like the ones tht have big boobs but a slim figure.

We got to talking about our favourite football team and lets just say one thing lead to another. 😊😊

The night we got in bed , i knew she wanted me , she was yearning for it. And me being young was in a rush , with my d throbbing and looking for her hole , but she smiled and said take it slow. We have the whole night

Her body and mine swung in the same rythym then and she sucked me like a hungry baby wanting milk.

Her mouth was warm and wet and took my entire girth on.

Once i cam she even drank it , while asking for more.

Her sensitive nipples made her quiver , which i made sure i twisted while i took her. She wanted to play music to down her moaning , but i stopped her vehemently.

We spent many nights in ber with each other and continued to until i left India , we still text sometimes and says she wishes i gotten her pregnant 🥵

So if u have seen my previous post , you guys must have realised how my sexual escapades started.

And it was going great , she was my fwb for a while perhaps my longest (around 8 months b4 we had to stop). Her thicc booty always swung for me , she wanted me to use her as per my will , we were working in a hybrid setup , and she had no qualms sucking me off even while she was on Calls.

But it was always my wish to be intimate with older women. Cliche i know , but come on , a wish is a wish.

Realised wouldnt be possible if i just sat at home , so i did what i could do first , meet peoplr within my society. Started offering help to people , regardless of gender. 2 things happened because of this. I became a familiar and trusted face plus i could get hold of gossip. That was when i met her , and lets call her Aunty V.

She was a techie like I was , and she lived in the same community i did. She wasnt much older , a little less than 30 , I was 22 at the time. But she was a character. She had an aesthetic style , a mix of revealing and non revealing clothes and it always made my body shiver and heart flutter. She was quite slim , but was stacked , like the ones tht have big boobs but a slim figure.

We got to talking about our favourite football team and lets just say one thing lead to another. 😊😊

The night we got in bed , i knew she wanted me , she was yearning for it. And me being young was in a rush , with my d throbbing and looking for her hole , but she smiled and said take it slow. We have the whole night

Her body and mine swung in the same rythym then and she sucked me like a hungry baby wanting milk.

Her mouth was warm and wet and took my entire girth on.

Once i cam she even drank it , while asking for more.

Her sensitive nipples made her quiver , which i made sure i twisted while i took her. She wanted to play music to down her moaning , but i stopped her vehemently.

We spent many nights in ber with each other and continued to until i left India , we still text sometimes and says she wishes i gotten her pregnant 🥵

So if u have seen my previous post , you guys must have realised how my sexual escapades started.

And it was going great , she was my fwb for a while perhaps my longest (around 8 months b4 we had to stop). Her thicc booty always swung for me , she wanted me to use her as per my will , we were working in a hybrid setup , and she had no qualms sucking me off even while she was on Calls.

But it was always my wish to be intimate with older women. Cliche i know , but come on , a wish is a wish.

Realised wouldnt be possible if i just sat at home , so i did what i could do first , meet peoplr within my society. Started offering help to people , regardless of gender. 2 things happened because of this. I became a familiar and trusted face plus i could get hold of gossip. That was when i met her , and lets call her Aunty V.

She was a techie like I was , and she lived in the same community i did. She wasnt much older , a little less than 30 , I was 22 at the time. But she was a character. She had an aesthetic style , a mix of revealing and non revealing clothes and it always made my body shiver and heart flutter. She was quite slim , but was stacked , like the ones tht have big boobs but a slim figure.

We got to talking about our favourite football team and lets just say one thing lead to another. 😊😊

The night we got in bed , i knew she wanted me , she was yearning for it. And me being young was in a rush , with my d throbbing and looking for her hole , but she smiled and said take it slow. We have the whole night

Her body and mine swung in the same rythym then and she sucked me like a hungry baby wanting milk.

Her mouth was warm and wet and took my entire girth on.

Once i cam she even drank it , while asking for more.

Her sensitive nipples made her quiver , which i made sure i twisted while i took her. She wanted to play music to down her moaning , but i stopped her vehemently.

We spent many nights in ber with each other and continued to until i left India , we still text sometimes and says she wishes i gotten her pregnant 🥵

So if u have seen my previous post , you guys must have realised how my sexual escapades started.

And it was going great , she was my fwb for a while perhaps my longest (around 8 months b4 we had to stop). Her thicc booty always swung for me , she wanted me to use her as per my will , we were working in a hybrid setup , and she had no qualms sucking me off even while she was on Calls.

But it was always my wish to be intimate with older women. Cliche i know , but come on , a wish is a wish.

Realised wouldnt be possible if i just sat at home , so i did what i could do first , meet peoplr within my society. Started offering help to people , regardless of gender. 2 things happened because of this. I became a familiar and trusted face plus i could get hold of gossip. That was when i met her , and lets call her Aunty V.

She was a techie like I was , and she lived in the same community i did. She wasnt much older , a little less than 30 , I was 22 at the time. But she was a character. She had an aesthetic style , a mix of revealing and non revealing clothes and it always made my body shiver and heart flutter. She was quite slim , but was stacked , like the ones tht have big boobs but a slim figure.

We got to talking about our favourite football team and lets just say one thing lead to another. 😊😊

The night we got in bed , i knew she wanted me , she was yearning for it. And me being young was in a rush , with my d throbbing and looking for her hole , but she smiled and said take it slow. We have the whole night

Her body and mine swung in the same rythym then and she sucked me like a hungry baby wanting milk.

Her mouth was warm and wet and took my entire girth on.

Once i cam she even drank it , while asking for more.

Her sensitive nipples made her quiver , which i made sure i twisted while i took her. She wanted to play music to down her moaning , but i stopped her vehemently.

We spent many nights in ber with each other and continued to until i left India , we still text sometimes and says she wishes i gotten her pregnant 🥵

So if u have seen my previous post , you guys must have realised how my sexual escapades started.

And it was going great , she was my fwb for a while perhaps my longest (around 8 months b4 we had to stop). Her thicc booty always swung for me , she wanted me to use her as per my will , we were working in a hybrid setup , and she had no qualms sucking me off even while she was on Calls.

But it was always my wish to be intimate with older women. Cliche i know , but come on , a wish is a wish.

Realised wouldnt be possible if i just sat at home , so i did what i could do first , meet peoplr within my society. Started offering help to people , regardless of gender. 2 things happened because of this. I became a familiar and trusted face plus i could get hold of gossip. That was when i met her , and lets call her Aunty V.

She was a techie like I was , and she lived in the same community i did. She wasnt much older , a little less than 30 , I was 22 at the time. But she was a character. She had an aesthetic style , a mix of revealing and non revealing clothes and it always made my body shiver and heart flutter. She was quite slim , but was stacked , like the ones tht have big boobs but a slim figure.

We got to talking about our favourite football team and lets just say one thing lead to another. 😊😊

The night we got in bed , i knew she wanted me , she was yearning for it. And me being young was in a rush , with my d throbbing and looking for her hole , but she smiled and said take it slow. We have the whole night

Her body and mine swung in the same rythym then and she sucked me like a hungry baby wanting milk.

Her mouth was warm and wet and took my entire girth on.

Once i cam she even drank it , while asking for more.

Her sensitive nipples made her quiver , which i made sure i twisted while i took her. She wanted to play music to down her moaning , but i stopped her vehemently.

We spent many nights in ber with each other and continued to until i left India , we still text sometimes and says she wishes i gotten her pregnant 🥵

So if u have seen my previous post , you guys must have realised how my sexual escapades started.

And it was going great , she was my fwb for a while perhaps my longest (around 8 months b4 we had to stop). Her thicc booty always swung for me , she wanted me to use her as per my will , we were working in a hybrid setup , and she had no qualms sucking me off even while she was on Calls.

But it was always my wish to be intimate with older women. Cliche i know , but come on , a wish is a wish.

Realised wouldnt be possible if i just sat at home , so i did what i could do first , meet peoplr within my society. Started offering help to people , regardless of gender. 2 things happened because of this. I became a familiar and trusted face plus i could get hold of gossip. That was when i met her , and lets call her Aunty V.

She was a techie like I was , and she lived in the same community i did. She wasnt much older , a little less than 30 , I was 22 at the time. But she was a character. She had an aesthetic style , a mix of revealing and non revealing clothes and it always made my body shiver and heart flutter. She was quite slim , but was stacked , like the ones tht have big boobs but a slim figure.

We got to talking about our favourite football team and lets just say one thing lead to another. 😊😊

The night we got in bed , i knew she wanted me , she was yearning for it. And me being young was in a rush , with my d throbbing and looking for her hole , but she smiled and said take it slow. We have the whole night

Her body and mine swung in the same rythym then and she sucked me like a hungry baby wanting milk.

Her mouth was warm and wet and took my entire girth on.

Once i cam she even drank it , while asking for more.

Her sensitive nipples made her quiver , which i made sure i twisted while i took her. She wanted to play music to down her moaning , but i stopped her vehemently.

We spent many nights in ber with each other and continued to until i left India , we still text sometimes and says she wishes i gotten her pregnant 🥵

So if u have seen my previous post , you guys must have realised how my sexual escapades started.

And it was going great , she was my fwb for a while perhaps my longest (around 8 months b4 we had to stop). Her thicc booty always swung for me , she wanted me to use her as per my will , we were working in a hybrid setup , and she had no qualms sucking me off even while she was on Calls.

But it was always my wish to be intimate with older women. Cliche i know , but come on , a wish is a wish.

Realised wouldnt be possible if i just sat at home , so i did what i could do first , meet peoplr within my society. Started offering help to people , regardless of gender. 2 things happened because of this. I became a familiar and trusted face plus i could get hold of gossip. That was when i met her , and lets call her Aunty V.

She was a techie like I was , and she lived in the same community i did. She wasnt much older , a little less than 30 , I was 22 at the time. But she was a character. She had an aesthetic style , a mix of revealing and non revealing clothes and it always made my body shiver and heart flutter. She was quite slim , but was stacked , like the ones tht have big boobs but a slim figure.

We got to talking about our favourite football team and lets just say one thing lead to another. 😊😊

The night we got in bed , i knew she wanted me , she was yearning for it. And me being young was in a rush , with my d throbbing and looking for her hole , but she smiled and said take it slow. We have the whole night

Her body and mine swung in the same rythym then and she sucked me like a hungry baby wanting milk.

Her mouth was warm and wet and took my entire girth on.

Once i cam she even drank it , while asking for more.

Her sensitive nipples made her quiver , which i made sure i twisted while i took her. She wanted to play music to down her moaning , but i stopped her vehemently.

We spent many nights in ber with each other and continued to until i left India , we still text sometimes and says she wishes i gotten her pregnant 🥵

​

The city had a pulse to it — loud, electric, unapologetic.

My first real job, my first real taste of independence. She was part of the backdrop at first, a colleague I'd noticed but never lingered on. Curves that filled a room quietly. A confidence that didn't announce itself.

Then came the trip story. A casual post, nothing remarkable. But her message arrived like a footnote that rewrites the whole chapter.

We talked. Easily, surprisingly. And then came the invitation.

Her apartment was warm, lived-in. We sat and conversation flowed — travel, music, the kind of random tangents that only happen when two people are genuinely at ease. But underneath it, something else hummed.

She asked to see my arms. Said she could tell I trained. I flexed, half-laughing. She nodded approvingly, said nothing more.

Then she went for water.

She came back different — or maybe I was just finally paying attention. Two buttons undone. A glance that held a second longer than necessary. She handed me the glass and the air between us shifted completely.

I moved closer. Asked with my eyes. She answered with hers.

the air between us shifted completely.

I closed the distance slowly, giving her every chance to change her mind. She didn't. When my lips met hers, the kiss started soft — almost a question — then deepened into something neither of us could take back.

I pressed her gently against the wall, one hand at her waist, the other tracing the curve of her jaw. She kissed back with a hunger that surprised me, fingers curling into my shirt. I could feel her warmth through the thin fabric.

My hands moved with growing confidence — over her shoulders, down her sides, learning the geography of her.

Full, soft, responsive. She exhaled sharply when I found the right places, and that sound undid something in me.

She pulled me toward the bedroom without a word.

On the bed, she was completely herself — unguarded, expressive, unashamed. She took charge one moment, surrendered the next. Her body arched into mine and she made no effort to muffle the sounds she made.

She asked for what she wanted, clearly and without apology.

Two hours dissolved. What I remember most isn't any single moment but the rhythm of it — the way urgency gave way to tenderness and back again, the way she laughed softly between breaths, the way time stopped mattering entirely.

Afterward, we lay in the quiet of her room, the city still humming outside.

I couldn't have written a better beginning

​

The city had a pulse to it — loud, electric, unapologetic.

My first real job, my first real taste of independence. She was part of the backdrop at first, a colleague I'd noticed but never lingered on. Curves that filled a room quietly. A confidence that didn't announce itself.

Then came the trip story. A casual post, nothing remarkable. But her message arrived like a footnote that rewrites the whole chapter.

We talked. Easily, surprisingly. And then came the invitation.

Her apartment was warm, lived-in. We sat and conversation flowed — travel, music, the kind of random tangents that only happen when two people are genuinely at ease. But underneath it, something else hummed.

She asked to see my arms. Said she could tell I trained. I flexed, half-laughing. She nodded approvingly, said nothing more.

Then she went for water.

She came back different — or maybe I was just finally paying attention. Two buttons undone. A glance that held a second longer than necessary. She handed me the glass and the air between us shifted completely.

I moved closer. Asked with my eyes. She answered with hers.

the air between us shifted completely.

I closed the distance slowly, giving her every chance to change her mind. She didn't. When my lips met hers, the kiss started soft — almost a question — then deepened into something neither of us could take back.

I pressed her gently against the wall, one hand at her waist, the other tracing the curve of her jaw. She kissed back with a hunger that surprised me, fingers curling into my shirt. I could feel her warmth through the thin fabric.

My hands moved with growing confidence — over her shoulders, down her sides, learning the geography of her.

Full, soft, responsive. She exhaled sharply when I found the right places, and that sound undid something in me.

She pulled me toward the bedroom without a word.

On the bed, she was completely herself — unguarded, expressive, unashamed. She took charge one moment, surrendered the next. Her body arched into mine and she made no effort to muffle the sounds she made.

She asked for what she wanted, clearly and without apology.

Two hours dissolved. What I remember most isn't any single moment but the rhythm of it — the way urgency gave way to tenderness and back again, the way she laughed softly between breaths, the way time stopped mattering entirely.

Afterward, we lay in the quiet of her room, the city still humming outside.

I couldn't have written a better beginning

​

The city had a pulse to it — loud, electric, unapologetic.

My first real job, my first real taste of independence. She was part of the backdrop at first, a colleague I'd noticed but never lingered on. Curves that filled a room quietly. A confidence that didn't announce itself.

Then came the trip story. A casual post, nothing remarkable. But her message arrived like a footnote that rewrites the whole chapter.

We talked. Easily, surprisingly. And then came the invitation.

Her apartment was warm, lived-in. We sat and conversation flowed — travel, music, the kind of random tangents that only happen when two people are genuinely at ease. But underneath it, something else hummed.

She asked to see my arms. Said she could tell I trained. I flexed, half-laughing. She nodded approvingly, said nothing more.

Then she went for water.

She came back different — or maybe I was just finally paying attention. Two buttons undone. A glance that held a second longer than necessary. She handed me the glass and the air between us shifted completely.

I moved closer. Asked with my eyes. She answered with hers.

the air between us shifted completely.

I closed the distance slowly, giving her every chance to change her mind. She didn't. When my lips met hers, the kiss started soft — almost a question — then deepened into something neither of us could take back.

I pressed her gently against the wall, one hand at her waist, the other tracing the curve of her jaw. She kissed back with a hunger that surprised me, fingers curling into my shirt. I could feel her warmth through the thin fabric.

My hands moved with growing confidence — over her shoulders, down her sides, learning the geography of her.

Full, soft, responsive. She exhaled sharply when I found the right places, and that sound undid something in me.

She pulled me toward the bedroom without a word.

On the bed, she was completely herself — unguarded, expressive, unashamed. She took charge one moment, surrendered the next. Her body arched into mine and she made no effort to muffle the sounds she made.

She asked for what she wanted, clearly and without apology.

Two hours dissolved. What I remember most isn't any single moment but the rhythm of it — the way urgency gave way to tenderness and back again, the way she laughed softly between breaths, the way time stopped mattering entirely.

Afterward, we lay in the quiet of her room, the city still humming outside.

I couldn't have written a better beginning.

U can find more about me and my kinks here in the below link , pictures are in my profile.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Dubai18plus/s/A1VK1t3Z3l

Since this is just a start to describe myself. And my circumstances leading to the experiences I have had.

So I grew up in Dubai , in a middle class family. So as all desi families go about bringing up their children , there was less sexual awakening during my early days. If porn didnt exist , i prolly wouldnt have know what to do the first time 😂.

But women were to me beings that needed to be explored , and longing of being intimate with one always was top of my list.

But sadly I couldnt have any such experience in UAE.

College was uneventful , i did have my first gf there and it was the everything is perfect sort of teenage affection. Did get my first kiss then , but did break up.

But once uni was done , i moved out for work and boy did i have fun

This is just an intro about me , steamy details coming soon.

U can find more about me and my kinks here in the below link , pictures are in my profile.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Dubai18plus/s/A1VK1t3Z3l

Since this is just a start to describe myself. And my circumstances leading to the experiences I have had.

So I grew up in Dubai , in a middle class family. So as all desi families go about bringing up their children , there was less sexual awakening during my early days. If porn didnt exist , i prolly wouldnt have know what to do the first time 😂.

But women were to me beings that needed to be explored , and longing of being intimate with one always was top of my list.

But sadly I couldnt have any such experience in UAE.

College was uneventful , i did have my first gf there and it was the everything is perfect sort of teenage affection. Did get my first kiss then , but did break up.

But once uni was done , i moved out for work and boy did i have fun

This is just an intro about me , steamy details coming soon.

U can find more about me and my kinks here in the below link , pictures are in my profile.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Dubai18plus/s/A1VK1t3Z3l

Since this is just a start to describe myself. And my circumstances leading to the experiences I have had.

So I grew up in Dubai , in a middle class family. So as all desi families go about bringing up their children , there was less sexual awakening during my early days. If porn didnt exist , i prolly wouldnt have know what to do the first time 😂.

But women were to me beings that needed to be explored , and longing of being intimate with one always was top of my list.

But sadly I couldnt have any such experience in UAE.

College was uneventful , i did have my first gf there and it was the everything is perfect sort of teenage affection. Did get my first kiss then , but did break up.

But once uni was done , i moved out for work and boy did i have fun

This is just an intro about me , steamy details coming soon.

U can find more about me and my kinks here in the below link , pictures are in my profile.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Dubai18plus/s/A1VK1t3Z3l

Since this is just a start to describe myself. And my circumstances leading to the experiences I have had.

So I grew up in Dubai , in a middle class family. So as all desi families go about bringing up their children , there was less sexual awakening during my early days. If porn didnt exist , i prolly wouldnt have know what to do the first time 😂.

But women were to me beings that needed to be explored , and longing of being intimate with one always was top of my list.

But sadly I couldnt have any such experience in UAE.

College was uneventful , i did have my first gf there and it was the everything is perfect sort of teenage affection. Did get my first kiss then , but did break up.

But once uni was done , i moved out for work and boy did i have fun

This is just an intro about me , steamy details coming soon.

U can find more about me and my kinks here in the below link , pictures are in my profile.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Dubai18plus/s/A1VK1t3Z3l

Since this is just a start to describe myself. And my circumstances leading to the experiences I have had.

So I grew up in Dubai , in a middle class family. So as all desi families go about bringing up their children , there was less sexual awakening during my early days. If porn didnt exist , i prolly wouldnt have know what to do the first time 😂.

But women were to me beings that needed to be explored , and longing of being intimate with one always was top of my list.

But sadly I couldnt have any such experience in UAE.

College was uneventful , i did have my first gf there and it was the everything is perfect sort of teenage affection. Did get my first kiss then , but did break up.

But once uni was done , i moved out for work and boy did i have fun

This is just an intro about me , steamy details coming soon.

U can find more about me and my kinks here in the below link , pictures are in my profile.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Dubai18plus/s/A1VK1t3Z3l

Since this is just a start to describe myself. And my circumstances leading to the experiences I have had.

So I grew up in Dubai , in a middle class family. So as all desi families go about bringing up their children , there was less sexual awakening during my early days. If porn didnt exist , i prolly wouldnt have know what to do the first time 😂.

But women were to me beings that needed to be explored , and longing of being intimate with one always was top of my list.

But sadly I couldnt have any such experience in UAE.

College was uneventful , i did have my first gf there and it was the everything is perfect sort of teenage affection. Did get my first kiss then , but did break up.

But once uni was done , i moved out for work and boy did i have fun

This is just an intro about me , steamy details coming soon.