Sex is a vibe. Like, really good sex is a vibe. That’s how it was with the Artist. It wasn’t just the actual sex part that made me fall in love with him, but, it was the vibe.
Not only did he get a wonderful meal of my ass, but he made sure I was fed as well. And hydrated! But let me go back a few steps. Immediately after sex, he would clean me off. He always grabbed a towel, and whatever part of me had cum on it, he would go get a towel, and come back and wipe me off. Random but related, he would let me chill in his bed afterward too. Half the time I was worn TF out, it was great.
Anyways, he would always go grab some water, have it on the table for me, and tell me to drink. No questions asked. It was almost like, forceful, but in a good way, cause its water. Then, he would usually have these otter pops in his place too. Never fail.
If you’re keeping up, he would clean me, make me drink water, and give me a popsicle, after every time we fucked. Top-tier fuck buddy vibes.
But it gets better.
He also had ice cream. And like, my favorite ice cream too. After a couple of times going over, I got over that stupid thing fat people do, that shy eating thing. Which in this case, is wild, cause he LOVED my fatness. So, not only would he make a bowl of ice cream, he would feed it to me too. But not only that, whatever he/we were eating, he would feed me.
Being fed your favorite ice cream, by a guy who just ate your entire ass, who just gave you squirting orgasms, and who wants to keep me hydrated???
I felt like a fucking goddess.
All while this was happening, we were cuddled up watching movies from the 80s and early 90s. Which, I loved too. When I said sex with him was a vibe, it was an entire vibe. Honestly, it was perfect. He set the bar high af, and it honestly hasn’t been touched since. Sex with my ex was great, but, they never fed me ice cream after making cum. If I ever met someone who touches this bar, I’m keeping them.