What I have learned about AFF during my time exploring it: the platform definitely has its place in the world of adult connections. Mostly, these connections are brief flings.
When I think about AFF I can’t help but imagine a huge pool filled with fish. If I cast my line into the pool, I have absolute certainty in the catch. If I want a fish, I can go to AFF and catch a fish. The thing about this pool and these fish is the equal certainty of the experience. You see, AFF is pretty much a catch and release pool. The fish are all typically the same type. Of course, you have your outliers but for me the AFF experience is more about the thrill of the fishing experience than finding that perfect catch. So, the question becomes, is this a positive? Like all things in life, it boils down to a matter of perspective and context.
It was Mother’s Day. I was away from my family due to last minute work requirements that had me locked away in a hotel room Something I’m not afraid to share: there are times I struggle with depression. And that day I could feel the beginnings of it. The work stress. The absence of family. The confinement. I was spiraling.
Enter the Masked Bandit.
We had been chatting on AFF for a few weeks. He was sweet and witty. He understood my humor. That day, I opened AFF in much need of an escape. I wasn’t expecting anything more. The beautiful thing about limited expectations is the greater potential to be surprised. And the Masked Bandit certainly did surprise me when he offered to come over and stay the night.
It was later in the evening when he arrived. We talked a bit. We laughed. We eventually moved closer together. We kissed. Another peripheral benefit of the connections made on AFF: everybody is fully aware of what it means to meet an AFF connection in real life. Sure, I typically prefer to build an organic attraction. But there’s definitely a place in my vixen life for the certainty of the experience.
We were at the bed.
Our clothes began to drop.
One thing I’ll say for the Masked Bandit: he was no Mr. Three Thrust. I appreciate when a guy knows how to last and has a grasp on proper manners. Ladies first. He went down on me. I could feel everything: his kiss, his tongue, his sucking at my clit. I spread my legs wide to give greater access. My fingers curled in his hair. I rocked my hips forward to meet the oral.
Now, the Masked Bandit had promised me all night, so I wasn’t about to let him get me off so soon. I wanted his cock inside me. I tugged at his hair, beckoning his body up my own, bringing our lips back together. His tip found my pussy. He slid deep and we stayed missionary as he pounded me. We fucked like that until a last, deep push. He groaned. I arched my hips once more, this time to take in every last drop of cum. We fell back together on the bed.
You’ll recall, I’ve written about the art of sex. There are so many nuances and methods of making it a unique, shared experience. And while I do appreciate the Masked Bandit’s confidence in knowing what he wanted, it was not necessarily the most elevated experience. Still, I must give credit where due: not only could he last but we also fucked multiple times that night.
When I look back on that memory, I can’t help but smile. Open marriage is more than the obvious benefits. For me that Mother’s Day, it was an opportunity to utilize the certainty of AFF in a difficult time of life. I didn’t want to be alone, so I chose not to be alone. And in doing so, I took deliberate control of my circumstances and defied the spiral.