Hey, guys, it's me Ashley again from posts #35175, #35220, and #35277, the Large Lovely Lady who's been on a sexual rollercoaster with a country cutie named Michael this past week or so. To recap, my guy and I met through a speed dating event, he's been teasing the daylights out of me and making me super horny, and I finally got to suck his beautiful cock a few nights ago and it's been pretty amazing since. He's got dark hair, beautiful eyes, a cute beard, and a southern twang that drives this city girl wild. I've got honey blonde hair, decent boobs, and curves in all the right places to keep him happy apparently. :)

We still hadn't had full sex until this evening; he left around 11p but I've been up pretty much all night, replaying the scene in my mind over and over, smelling the place where he laid his head (amazing), looking at sexy lingerie for bigger girls online that I might wear for him next time, and touching myself (my pussy has been hot pretty much since he left, too bad he couldn't stay the night). Here's what happened:

This evening, he was distracted, and I didn't like it. His phone kept blowing up, text after text. From the moment he picked me up, until we got to the restaurant where we met with another couple that he is friends with (he introduced me to his friends!), he just wasn't there. At one point, he actually got up and left after a text and made a phone call. I thought it was work. His buddy, Marco (a real-life Samoan, not kidding!) and his beautiful girlfriend Elsa explained that it wasn't work at all, it was Rebecca. I was instantly furious and started building that wall up inside me to protect myself. Of course he had a girlfriend this whole time, he was just toying with me, that's why he won't fuck me, etc. Elsa actually reached across the table and took my hand, seeing I was upset.

"Ashley, honey, that's his ex. She's awful and he won't change his number since it's tied to his business."

Attack mode disengaged. I looked outside to where he was talking on the phone. He looked like a pot of boiling water just about to spill over. "I'll be back," I said, and went outside. They were arguing about bills from the conversation, some things they'd gone in on together. He was speaking slowly, his jaw set hard. I have to admit, angry Michael is sexy, but this wasn't the time. I put a hand on his arm, and he pulled me into a side hug.

"Rebecca, enough," he was saying. "This isn't right. I'm going to Verizon in the morning and canceling the account. You can't keep doing this to me." He hung up, pulled me into a full hug and planted his chin on top of my head with a sigh.

"You okay?" I said to his chest.


"Yeah. City girls, they'll break your heart." He gave me a brief history, apparently they broke up a month ago. They were living together, Rebecca was the first person to express interest and they moved in together a little too quickly. It was great because they were able to help each other pay bills. It was bad because she is incredibly manipulative and even now is trying to basically extort him. We went back inside.

A few more texts came through, and I finally took his phone, looked at the conversation. He didn't mind, seemed relieved to not have to look at it for awhile. She was ruining our date. The things she said to him were awful. She called him a worthless hick, threatened legal action, then suggested that if he got back with her she'd let it all go. Real life Mean Girls, how is this a thing in 2017?

I did sneak a peak to see if he had pictures. She is beautiful, if potentially evil. Brunette, slender, great hair, athletic build. Looked like she did Hot Yoga, loved sushi and Starbucks, and worked for a fashion magazine. Well done, sir.

His mood improved a little bit; I put on the charm way extra to try and cheer him up. Lots of touching, fawning, laughing. I probably looked like an idiot, but he was responding so I didn't care. And Elsa and Marco were REALLY nice to me, didn't expect it. For the rest of the evening, I could care less that I was the fat girl with three really attractive people. I was just having fun.

We walked back to my place, and he came on up. We cuddled on my couch, didn't really talk. A couple more texts came in, and he was distracted again. I took his phone, took a look. "I hear you're out with some fatty now, serves you right. Hope you get Diabetes. You guys can compare stretch marks." Oh, no. I was ready to kill this bitch.

I took his phone, started typing vigorously. He tried to get it from me, too late, I sent it, gave it back to him.

His eyes went wide, in shock. My text: "Bitch, go fuck yourself. I'm on a date with people I ACTUALLY like. You're wasting your night texting me. We've been broke up for a month. Do not contact me again. Move. The. Fuck. On."

And then I took the phone from him and turned it off! "No more," I said. "Be here with me." And I kissed him. It may have been the wine with dinner, may have been my temper, but I was done with this foolishness.

In no time, shirts were off, boobs were being fondled, and my mostly dormant up until this point pussy was getting some attention. Other girls DO NOT make me wet, so it was great to FINALLY be his focus. He was a little clumsy, too, definitely due to the wine, which hit him fast and hard. So cute. I'm in nothing but my panties in no time, lacy ones I bought just for him to peel off of me like some kind of sexy present. His boozy kisses were everywhere - neck, down to belly, to thigh, to mouth, to boob. As he was getting into it, I'm rubbing his cock through his boxers, he's getting hard for me. He pulls back, runs his fingers up my neck into my hair (love that move), and just looks at me for a minute.

"Marco and Elsa like you," he says. YAY, I'm thinking, keep kissing me. "That's huge. They hated Rebecca from the get-go."

I shake my head. "No more Rebecca. Only me." I push up to him and start kissing again. His free hand is now down my panties, slowly rubbing my pussy in all the right spots. We are definitely purring at this point.

And that's when it happened. I arched my back a bit, tilted my head back, sighed as he hit God knows what button on my girl parts. "I love you," I blurted out. I'm sure I was almost as surprised as he was.

Silence. His fingers stopped, good spot though right above my clit. His other hand was still in my hair, and he pulled me back to him, almost face to face. "You mean that?"

"....yeah." I did, but wow was I putting myself out there. My heart was pounding and it seemed like there was less air in the room.

He was considering, finally said "I feel the same way. I love you." And the roller coaster went from the top of the big hill straight down, my stomach dropped and I flushed hard. He was looking at me so intensely at that point, then he kissed me.

We were in bed in no time; I'm sloppily sucking him, not that he needed much help at this point to be hard for me. I just wanted to taste him a bit more. "Condoms?" he asked. Smart guy.

"No, just cum on me. I'm on the pill, but just in case" Truth, I was, and was very good about taking it. He grinned, I think I made his day. Right as I'm lowering myself, about to take him into me (me on top), he says "so we're official now? Are we boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"Do you want to be?" an awkward question to ask with my fingers holding open my pussy and one leg cocked up over him. I'm inches away from the cock I need so badly.

"Yes," he says. I sit down on him and feel that wonderful cock slide right in. With a couple of humps he's right where he needs to be and we're off. I'm riding him slow and hard, kissing him then sitting back up and holding his hands for balance. His cock belongs in me, and I greedily ride it and take every inch into me. It's wonderful, the mix of feelings and just being two bodies fucking. This is great.

He grabs my ample ass, pushes deeper. It feels great, he starts to take over, pumping into me almost in rhythm to my humping. I'm rubbing my clit and squeezing his cock as hard as I can. I'm breathing heavily and for awhile that's all I can hear, us breathing together. I look at him, he's looking at me, and then we're laughing, still humping away. This is something else.

I'm so close to cumming, but can't get over the edge. I feel his cock start to get even harder, and he's struggling to keep in time with me. He contorts his face and starts to moan, I know what that mean! I hope off and take his cock in my mouth a few times, then watch as this amazing shot of cum shoots up out of him, landing on his stomach. I grab his cock and basically milk it as he spasms and squirms. I've turned myself so that some of him is hitting my boobs, a little on my face. Amazing. I feel like his personal porn star. He gasps, and relaxes, his hand instantly stroking my hair. I'm still stroking his cock, watching cum dribble out of the tip. He can't see me due to the angle, I taste a little bit of it. Yummy.

I turn so he can see what he's done to me. "Wow," is all he can say. I clean up real quick, and we cuddle for about half an hour, then he's gotta go due to a job in the morning he has to get up early for. Lots of kisses, hugs, and holding. He doesn't care that I have been sucking him, or that I ate some of his cum, he still wants to kiss me and that makes me feel amazing. I'm a happy girl, even though I didn't cum. That's what my vibrator is for later.

Another big night, HUGE move for us. A very happy Ashley signing off.

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Anonymous

by Anonymous on May 19, 2017 at 4:38 AM

Jesus! Fuck off!

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by Anonymous on May 19, 2017 at 9:13 AM

Hey, #1, jealous much??? Take a fucking hike and GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!

To the Ashley, I hope these stories of yours are real because I'm enjoying reading about your discoveries of each! Now that you've found each other, it sounds like the two of you will be happy together for a long, long time to come.

Reading your stories has restored a little bit of my faith in humanity that people can find a mate and perhaps live happily ever after. With all the shit going on in this country these days, it's nice to have something like your story to read, even if it's on a semi-porn confession site!

Best of luck to you and Michael!

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by Anonymous on May 19, 2017 at 5:49 PM

Sorry, guess I've been posting a lot on here lately, it felt good to have some positive feedback. I figured our stuff was at least as good as all the posts about whoever it is that keeps pooing themselves. I'll try to tone it down a bit.

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by Anonymous on May 19, 2017 at 10:25 PM

And this is 100% real. Names changed only.

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by Anonymous on May 23, 2017 at 4:04 PM

#2 here. The minute I see the word "poo" I move on, don't need to read THAT one!

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