Time for the ’Tism

 

Time for the ’Tism

I’m quite the fan of the neurodiverse, being one myself. I could write acres about my theories on the link between neurodiversity — especially ADHD in women — and promiscuity. My hunch? The lifestyle probably has a higher proportion of us than the general population. And I’ve definitely met a few. But this one ’tism’d harder than most.

It was clear in his messages, but in person there was no missing it. He’d told me he’d been berated as a child for not making eye contact, so now he makes up for it with an intensity that could set fire to curtains. He misses social cues, can talk for England, but he’s also sincere, literal, and follows instructions like a man on a mission.

When I said I love to feel desired, he said, “I didn’t know what I was allowed to do.” I told him I was perfectly capable of saying no if he went too far. So he kissed me. Hands on my legs. Immediate, deliberate, and more appreciated than I can put into words - especially after a few men lately who seemed unsure if they even wanted to be there.

Unintentional edging

His earnestness earned him an invite back to ours. He chatted politely to Mr while I changed, and complimented me when I re-entered. Kisses came quickly. His 9 o’clock stubble was an unusual sensation for me, not unpleasant, just different. He was just over 6ft, average build, hiding a cock that was anything but average.

I was happily on my knees and starting with kisses to make his cock nice and wet and then po ushijg it down into my throat. He’s big but the angle was just right to take him. A few long sucks and he had to ask me to stop before he came - a good sign. Then came the moment everything shifted from “nice” to “oh my actual god”. He laid me down and his tongue found my clit in a way I’d never felt before: tiny movements at first, almost nothing, and then electricity reached my extremities like someone had plugged my toes into the mains.

He couldn’t breathe while doing whatever it was he was doing to my clit, so he’d stop, take a breath, and start again. That cycle, delicate sensation barely there building into huge waves of electricity, then stopping to breathe, had me on the edge more times than I could count. Each time I thought I’d tip over, he’d stop to breathe. Unintentional tease level: expert.

Cumming too soon

He had no intention of stopping but eventually I pushed him to lie down and went back to sucking his cock. He stopped me quickly again as he was close. Time to feel him inside me. I grabbed a condom. He hesitated, not used to them, so I took over and, for the first time, put one on a man before straddling him. Not perfect technique, but functional and I kept him hard despite the rubber acting like a deflation pump.

On top, I knew I’d cum fast from the edging… but he came faster. His “stop” became an “oh well” and my orgasm vanished in the process. Fuck.

He didn’t even pause before going straight back to his clit move. Sometimes alternating with deep lapping. He had zero interest in doing anything except what he now knew I loved. I wanted to please him back purely because he was so determined to please me.

Making me cum….hard

I spent time kissing and touching him but it was clear round two for him wasn’t on the cards, but that didn’t stop him from touching, kissing, and returning to my pussy whenever my hands left his body. Eventually, under my guidance, his fingers found a rhythm and consistency that tipped me over hard. Did he stop there? Absolutely not. He stroked and massaged every part of me, and unexpectedly, his touch on my feet sent me straight to heaven.

We lay side by side chatting. He told me his ex had been the best at sucking cock, then another woman took the title, but now it’s me. I’ll take it.

Another round?

I’d like a second round with a proper fucking but I’m confident of one thing: whatever happens next time, he’ll be putting my pleasure first. And that’s worth a repeat booking.

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