My stories are based on my personal experiences. They are NOT fiction or fantasy. Each story is as close to accurate to what actually happened as I can remember, and I have a pretty good memory (even many years later).
These stories are posted in the order that they happened, so if you want to read them first to last, just read the story with the oldest publish date first and then move through the stories from oldest to newest, and you will be reading them in order.
Because these stories are from my past, I will stick to telling them as they happened. For those who don’t like the way any particular story ends, I would just ask if they understand the difference between fiction and non-fiction. However, for those just looking for a happy ending, I would suggest that they rarely occur in reality.
Nobody in this story was underage.
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After I broke up with Inday, I scanned through the texts and messages I had received from other girls since Joann had died. I hadn’t really paid attention to them before, and I was surprised at how many there were. I decided to contact each one and ask for a date. That way, I could interview each girl to see if there was a possible match before I had wasted too much time. I would ask about them and tell them everything about me on that first date. Surprisingly, this was very successful.
Of those I contacted, most were willing to go on a date with me. About half ended contact when the date ended. They were either no longer interested due to my vasectomy or my military background and its mental aftermath, or they just didn’t think there would be a future. The other half went to my apartment with me. Of those, about half went to bed with me, most of those losing their virginities to me. However, something arose in almost every case that made them decide to not pursue a long-term relationship, that is, until I met Linda.
I had gone through most of the list when I came to Linda. She was an old friend of Joann, and she was working as an elementary teacher in a Cebu City public school when I met her. It had been a few months since Linda had texted me, so she was surprised when she received my return text. “Hi,” she replied. I didn’t think you were interested in me.”
“Please forgive me,” I replied. “It has taken me a while to get over Joann’s death.”
“There is nothing to forgive,” she stated.
“Would you like to have dinner with me this Friday?” I asked.
“What time?” she replied.
“What time are you available?” I asked.
“I could meet you at 5:30 or 6,” she said.
“OK,” I replied. “I will meet you at 5:30 on Friday at the steps to The Terraces.” She agreed and it was a date. At a few minutes past 5:30 on Friday, Linda came walking toward me in a blouse and skirt. I was happy to see her.
I was surprised at how well we clicked. Linda had known Joann since they were children, although Linda was a few years older. Linda’s parents had taken her to the city to try to find work when she was a teenager, so she had finished her schooling in public schools in the city. She, like Joann, had grown up very poor, but she had worked hard to get her degree at Cebu Normal University and qualify for a teaching job. Disturbingly to her, though, she discovered that she didn’t really enjoy teaching that much and wondered if she had made a bad choice in careers. Teachers made fairly good money, but there were too many sacrifices.
The Department of Education (DepEd) treated teachers like slaves, and they didn’t have much freedom, even when they weren’t on what was supposed to be school time. Supposedly volunteer positions in Scouts or other school-related organizations were forced on younger teachers like herself. She also thought that DepEd was more concerned with procedure than they were with education. Too many children were being lost through the cracks, even in the second and third grades where she taught.
When asked about her hopes and dreams, she listed marriage to a good man as number one. I asked about children, and she replied that it was more important that she have a happy husband than children. I then told her about myself, emphasizing that I couldn’t have children, and she said she was fine with that. “In fact,” she said, “That would free us up to enjoy each other even more.” That is a fairly rare attitude to find in a Filipina.
I asked her about sex before marriage and she replied, “Marriage is my main goal, but I am OK with sex before I actually get married. How else will I know if he will truly make me happy?”
To say that we had a great conversation during dinner would be an understatement. At the end of the meal, I asked if she would like to come with me to my apartment. That was when she told me that she still lived with her parents and sisters here in Cebu City. She said that she would have to ask her mother for permission before she went to my apartment.
I thought that would mean, “No,” but I was wrong.
Linda got on her cell phone and talked with her mother in Bisayan. bursa escort bayan When she hung up, she said, “My mother said to make sure that I am sure about you before I do anything, but that she is OK with me going to your apartment. When I told her that you were Joann’s husband, she told me that she had heard that you were a good man.”
“And are you sure about me?” I asked.
“Not 100% sure,” she replied. “But I am close enough to sure to give this a chance.”
I called the waitress over and paid the bill. Then, we went out to catch a taxi to my apartment. Once there, we went up to my apartment and I explained the shoe removal ritual to her. She smiled. “That is a very sensible thing to do. It will keep the apartment cleaner.
I gave her the fifty-cent tour of the apartment, and we ended up in my bedroom. Her eyes went wide and she said that she had never seen such a big bed before. I told her it was a resort king, which is basically like two queen-sized beds placed side-to-side. She asked if she could lay on it, and I nodded. She immediately crawled across the bed to the middle, laying her head on the many pillows. “Wow,” she cried. “This bed is so comfortable.”
“May I join you?” I asked.
“Of course,” she replied. “It is your bed.”
I crawled over and lay down with my head in the crook of her arm. That put my face between her face and her breasts. I appreciated the softness of her breast against my chin. She must have liked it too because she held me even closer and kissed my forehead.
I leaned up and kissed her on the lips. She made no move toward or away from me as I kissed her, and I just continued on kissing her romantically. At first, her eyes were open, but then she succumbed to the sensations she was feeling and her eyes closed. That first kiss lasted over a minute. When I broke the kiss I asked, “Did you enjoy that?”
“Oh yes,” she responded, “It was my first kiss from a man, and it was everything I dreamed it would be and more. Can we do it again? I think I like this.”
Pleased that she had enjoyed her first kiss, I repositioned myself and kissed her again. This time, my tongue found its way between her teeth and into her mouth. At first, she wasn’t sure what to do with it, but soon her tongue was dancing with my own. By the time our lips parted again, we were both gasping for air. That didn’t stop us though. I went in for a third kiss and she was pulling me into her, trying to position me on top of her with my legs between hers. Her skirt was wadded up at her waist and my hands found their way under her blouse to her bra, and I was soon caressing her breasts through the soft material.
I started unbuttoning her blouse, and Linda made no attempt to stop me. In fact, she was soon unbuttoning my shirt as well. All the while, we were heavily engaged with our mouths. Once her blouse was completely unbuttoned, I lifted her and pulled the blouse off of her shoulders. She, in turn, pulled my shirt off of my shoulders and down my arms as well.
With her sitting up, I reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Linda slumped her shoulders forward to allow her bra to be pulled free of her breasts. She looked at me shyly and asked, “Are they OK? I’ve always thought they were too small.”
“I have never seen more beautiful breasts,” I told her. She was worried because her breasts weren’t huge. However, my philosophy has always been that anything more than a mouthful was a waste, so I was being honest when I praised hers.
She smiled and pulled my face toward her nipples, which I was eager to suckle. I estimated that her breasts were a “B” cup at the time, not big, but not tiny either. Her nipples were small pebbles on areolas the size of 25-centavo coins. Her skin was light caramel with light brown nipples and areolas. This is my favorite color combination, and it is one of the main reasons why I prefer Filipinas to other women. That, and of course, their dedication to their men.
She was holding me close to her, switching me between her breasts to try for equal attention for both nipples. I was happy to comply, and I spent some time kissing and sucking the caramel flesh around her areolas as well. This resulted in small hickeys on the soft flesh of her lower breasts. I learned a long time ago that it isn’t a good idea to embarrass a girl by giving her love bites in places where others might see them. The lower breast is only seen by her lover, so this is usually acceptable.
Linda was starting to moan as I continued to suckle at her breasts, obviously enjoying my ministrations. I decided it was time to let my hands wander lower on her body. I soon realized that her panties were already soaked, so I reached to her side to unzip her skirt and slide it down her legs. I saw no need to waste effort, so I lowered her panties at the same time. Linda lifted her bottom off the bed to allow me to move her skirt and panties past her bottom and down her legs.
Once they were down around her shins, Linda moved enough to kick them free of her feet. The playing field was free and görükle escort open. I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my zipper and slid my shorts and boxers down my legs and off my feet. Now, there was nothing between us. It surprised me when she spread her legs and then wrapped them around my waist.
I could have taken her virginity right then, but I wanted her to thoroughly enjoy this experience. So much of a woman’s lifetime attitude toward sex is shaped by her first experience, and I wanted Linda to love sex for the rest of her life, whether or not she was with me.
I slid down her body, forcing her to releasing the grip she had around my waist, and kissing my way down to her pussy. I can’t tell you how many times I have heard a Filipina say, “That is dirty,” when she realizes that I am going to kiss and suck her pussy. Linda was no exception, but I told her that any man who wouldn’t do this with his lover wasn’t worth having because this was where a lot of a woman’s pleasure lived.
I told her that I wanted to give her the most pleasure that I could, so she would love me even more if we were going to be together. Her legs relaxed slightly and I was able to access her labia and clitoris with my tongue. Linda’s reaction was strong and immediate. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” she squealed. I couldn’t help but smile as I worked over every part of her pussy. My index finger found the tiny hole in her hymen, and although it was uncomfortable for her at first, I was able to slide it into her vagina up to the first knuckle without tearing her. That was enough to allow me to caress her G-spot with my fingertip, further escalating her pleasure.
Some women take forever to warm up enough for an orgasm, but Linda got there in a hurry. I suddenly found her shaking and natural lubrication flowing freely out of her vagina. I realized that Linda was ready to go further, so as she was overwhelmed by her orgasm, as slid up her body until my cock was lined up with her vaginal entrance. I kissed her passionately as my cockhead slid into her virgin entrance and split her hymen forever. She whimpered as my cock slid fully into her vagina, but she continued kissing me the whole time.
By the time her orgasm had finished, my cock was fully seated in her vagina, with my cockhead pressed firmly against her cervix deep inside. “Ohhh,” she moaned as she realized that she was no longer a virgin. Her eyes were shut in a grimace as she felt the sting of her torn hymen, but then she slowly realized that the pain was fading away as quickly as it had come.
When she pushed against me tentatively, I knew that it was time to start thrusting and withdrawing my cock in her pussy. I started slow and only withdrew a little at first before sliding back in, and then I gradually increased the rhythm and length of thrusts and withdrawals until my cock was slamming fully into her and my balls were slapping her butt with every thrust.
I was withdrawing until only the tip of my cock was still sheathed, so we would both have the repeated pleasure of entry with every thrust. After all, the area close to the entrance is where the most pleasure nerves are located in a woman’s vagina. It is a rare girl who has more than slight sensations from deep within her vagina. Of course, those women who do feel deep sensations fully are sometimes the most memorable, but it is possible for a woman to have a total meltdown of an orgasm without feeling much at all internally.
Linda’s mind and body were coming unglued long before I got to orgasm. There were all sorts of squeals and moans coming from her as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. I just kept thrusting until my orgasm finally hit me. I pressed firmly against her cervix and unloaded load after load of semen into her womb. Did Linda enjoy her first experience? It was difficult to know for a while because she was completely catatonic.
It was as if she was paralyzed for several minutes, still jerking sporadically, but basically in suspended animation. When she finally emerged into consciousness, she started kissing my face. I was loving the experience as well. Not many girls had such a huge and lengthy climax as Linda had experienced, and it was fun just watching the pleasure she was experiencing as I fucked her.
Indeed, it was a while before either of us descended from paradise. When she could finally talk again, she smiled and simply stated, “If you asked me to marry you right now, I would say YES.” That was probably the greatest compliment I had ever been given.
I asked, “So, does that mean that you love me then?”
“Oh yes,” she replied. “I feel your soul living within me already. I think we are joined forever, and not just physically.”
“I know what you mean,” I said. “I, too, feel the connection.”
A look of panic swept across her face. “Please don’t ever leave me. I couldn’t stand it.”
I kissed her in reply, “You don’t need to worry about me leaving. I am feeling this as much as you are.”
Again, she was covering my face in kisses until bursa escort bayan we were both finally exhausted. We fell asleep with her snuggled up to me, still kissing me occasionally. I’m pretty sure she was even kissing me in her sleep, but that may have been a dream.
I woke up during the night, and I leaned over to suckle her breast. She woke slightly and moaned in pleasure, rolling toward me to offer me her nipple more fully. This is one of my favorite things to do, especially when the woman I am with enjoys it.
As I suckled her nipple, she said, “I love you” for the first time. It was strange. I truly felt her love flowing through me. “I love you” is such an easy thing to say, and it is often not really meant the first time it is uttered in a budding relationship, but for some reason I knew that her love for me was real.
I continued to suckle her nipples, switching back and forth as she became more and more turned on. Pretty soon, my hips were nestled between her legs and my cockhead contacted her vaginal opening. It slid in so easily, so I pressed it home until it was fully buried in her depths. “Ahhhh…” she moaned as her hips rocked to meet my cock as it entered her.
I lifted up to kiss her again, and said, “I think I love you too.” My cock was fully buried and there was a visible change in her when I said that. Linda pressed her body into me, wanting full contact at every point. Then she started rocking her hips, setting up a tempo.
I quickly recovered, and was thrusting and withdrawing, pressing firmly against her cervix with every thrust. The tempo and power of my thrusts increased as she kept right with me. I know that she was still a little tender from our first coupling because she grimaced from time to time as we made love, but her enthusiasm increased with every thrust. She was committed to pleasing me, and she was backing that intent with action. I was at peace in the midst of chaos. My body was rutting her, but my soul was connecting to hers. This was truly what paradise was supposed to feel like.
More and more of her natural lubricant flowed out around my cock as it slid in and out of Linda’s vagina, covering the base of my cock and the area around her vaginal entrance with lubricant. Our bodies were sloshing together with each thrust, and her lubricant was starting to drip down into her butt crack.
Again, she was squealing and moaning, adding to the symphony of sounds coming from our coupling. I guess we were both equally turned on because we both arrived at the end together. I pressed fully into her, firmly against her cervix as my cock pumped load after load of semen into her quivering body. Her vaginal walls were milking my cock as she was overcome by waves of pleasure.
“Oh my God,” she screamed. If ever I was worried that my neighbors would hear, that was it. Luckily, my apartment was either soundproof or my neighbors were deaf, because nobody ever complained.
I fell asleep with my cock still lodged in her pussy and my body covering hers. Again, having my weight on them was a problem for some girls, but Linda said it made her feel wonderful, and she quickly fell asleep under me. I have no idea how she managed to breathe, but she did.
It was morning when we woke. I rolled to the side and asked if she had slept well. She replied that she had and asked if I wanted her to make some breakfast. That sounded good to me, and she scooted into the kitchen to see what I had available.
A little while later, there were omelets, sautéed country potatoes with onion and bell peppers, bacon and orange juice being served on a tray to me on my bed. Linda was smiling broadly and said, “I hope you like my cooking.” She should never have doubted herself because everything was delicious. I complimented her cooking several times during breakfast.
After breakfast, I tried to help Linda clean up the dishes, but she wasn’t having any of it. She finished them up and then rejoined me on the bed … still naked. There is something special about a woman who is comfortable nude. It is very rare with Filipinas. I told her she was beautiful and asked if she would like to shower with me. She smiled and nodded her ascent.
I adjusted the water temperature and we entered the shower. Showers are always fun with a girl who doesn’t have a lot of experience with them. Linda was used to a bucket bath in her parents’ home, and she had never had warm water in a real shower before. I wet her body down and then got out the leftover body wash, shampoo and cream rinse that Joann had used.
When we got in, I started out by kissing Linda and rubbing my hands all over her body. By the time I was applying body wash, she was used to my touch and more comfortable with me attending to her. I thoroughly scrubbed her and then rinsed all of the body wash from her body. Of course, I paid special attention to the most interesting places.
When she thought it was over, I wet her hair and then applied shampoo. I enjoy washing a woman’s hair, especially when it is long and silky like Linda’s. she had no rats in her hair, and I made sure that none would develop during our shower by running a brush through her hair many times as I washed it. I then rinsed her hair with clean water, again brushing through her hair to keep it straight and untangled.