The best sex of my life wrecked me

This happened in August 2024. It’s been more than a year and I'm 42 still can’t find a replacement for this man that literally wrecked my life and turned it upside down. That’s how fucking amazing the sex was. I have never experienced anything like it and I search to find something that could even come close to that amazing fucking night. This man who we will call Mike had me so infatuated after we had sex that I broke up with my boyfriend of 7 years. I no longer gave a fuck about anything but him and sex. It was like a withdrawal and I’ve been on this “manhunt” to find someone who could give me that same level of passion again.

That night, I got drunk because I was nervous to see him. Mike was 53years old, tatted all around and a very sexy blue collar worker. He was shameless and incredibly masculine, but also had this soft side to him. Mike had these broad shoulders and was 6’2. He wasn’t even that perfect, ya know? But to me, he was the most sexy man I had ever met. I loved how he just didn’t give a fuck. Physically, he was exactly my type. Alternative white boy with daddy issues and Peter Pan syndrome…I was drooling over him the moment I met him.

Anyways, I get to his house. This was the fourth time we had met up. He enthusiastically greets me at the door and yells “Hey! Finally here!” I am nervous af so I pretend to be chill and say to him, “Help me get the stuff in the car.” I had bought him gifts. I handed it to him and he says something but I am so drunk that I disregard it and say “Let’s go inside.”

As soon as we get inside, he’s talking but I’m not listening. I turn to him and pull his pants down. I kneel down and start sucking him off. He rolls his eyes and tilts his head back, pleasure written all over his face. A few seconds later, he looks down at me and softly grabs my arm while saying, “Let’s go up.” I nod and head up the stairs to his room. I could feel his eyes on my body like he couldn’t wait to touch me.

Once we get to his room, I put on Arctic Monkey’s “I Wanna Be Yours.” To this day, this song makes my heart flutter and all I can think about is that night with Mike… Mike heads to the bathroom and fixes up his hair. I walk past him and he glares at me in this sexually charged way that felt dangerous. I felt it in my gut like he was some sort of a predator in that moment. I laid in the bed, taking off some of my clothes. He headed towards me and turned off the lights. Even the way he was standing over me and looking at me felt like I was all he wanted in that moment. It’s that feeling that people talk about where it feels like it’s just you two in the room and no one else matters. Mike was naked at this point with just his undies on. He leaned over to put his hand on my chin and kissed me passionately. I work my way down to his hard cock and start sucking him off. In this moment, Mike tilts his head back so passionately and in so much pleasure. I was lost in the moment when he did that. It was mesmerizing and just made me even more horny like all I wanted to do was fuck him endlessly so I could keep seeing his body move like that. I had never seen anyone move their body like that.

To be honest, I don’t even remember half of the night. I remember endlessly fucking on the floor, in the bathroom, downstairs, in the garage, just everywhere for hours on end. We fucked like rabbits on drugs. We would stop and have these deep emotional talks. It kept making me horny how loving and caring he was. We would talk and as we kept holding eye contact, we would just start fucking again. Every thrust inside of me felt like a thousand sparks exploding at once.

The way he fucked me was insane… he was so talented with his tongue. Mike made me cum by eating me out slowly for what felt like 15 minutes or so. I tried to push him off and he yelled, “Stop moving!” Our eyes linked and I just surrendered in that moment. As he came up, he whispered, “There you go baby.” I felt like I was melting. When he finally put his cock inside of my wet pussy, I gasped so hard. The way our eyes synched with that first thrust was so intoxicating. He started whispering how much he loved me and I started getting insanely wet. The way he thrusted inside of me was so rhythmic. It made sex very slippery. I was so close to cumming again but I didn’t want to surrender in that moment. He kept telling me how much he loved me and even though I had fallen for him, I started yelling “You’re a fucking liar, get the fuck off of me!” I start pushing him and hitting him. Mike got angry and yelled “You fucking stop!” He then grabbed my whole body and repeatedly holstered me up and down the bed while closing my mouth. We were now having angry sweaty sex. My hair was drenched. I was out of breath. He then starts fucking me really really hard and chokes me even harder. My legs wrapped around his neck. At this point, I’ve already squirted multiple times and he was so deep inside of me. I start saying “yeah? Fuck me harder! Fuck me fucking harder motherfucker!!!” He goes even harder and I swear my cervix is gonna break. It feels so good at this point that I plead and say “Gimmme gimme gimme gimme gimme.” I couldn’t even control what I was saying. I just wanted it so bad. I cum so hard. I think I blacked out but the next time I woke up, I just remember Mike still fucking me. We start switching positions constantly, just moving around the whole room. It was like discovering sex for the first time all over again.

We had sex from 10pm that night until the next morning when I left at 11am. I’m sure it was routine for Mike to fuck his women like that because everything came so effortlessly to him. I remember driving away that day and repeatedly saying to myself “What the fuck was that?!!!” I couldn’t stop thinking about it and I couldn’t stop masturbating thinking about that night. It was the first thing I thought about and the last thing I thought about. I never wanted to forget that night. It fucking changed my core. It broke me. I wheeped for days. It changed everything I thought about life. I dropped my classes, stopped going to work, ended my relationship with my boyfriend, did stimulants to chase a high. It wrecked me. I have to admit that that feeling is the only feeling I want. It’s the only feeling that makes life worthy. I’ve fucked a bunch of guys after Mike and no one even comes close to him. Nothing turns me on more than that night. I want him so badly, it fucking hurts. [email protected]