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I had one of the best "encounters" of my life last night with the new guy. It's very interesting to me how relaxed I was with him because I knew (and he kept letting me know) how he really felt about my body. He loved it, and poured over me like cream over berries. When I left him, I was so content, I could barely keep my eyes open long enough to get home.
It got me to thinking about my past. While I absolutely adore the sex act, orgasm is usually not on the menu for the evening. Call it a combination of hit and miss for the guys and the desire to be seen as sexy by me and you can call the rest disaster. I promised myself that I wouldn't fake, not one moan, not one look, not one shudder and definitely not one orgasm.
That turned out not to be a problem. Call it my commitment meets his amazing talents (he should rent that tounge out and make some $$) and let me tell you...it was amazing.
I felt sexy.
I felt amazingly sexy, erotic, sensual and downright sexual. It was fun, intense, playful and focused.
I suppose my question to you, dear reader, is this....
in your most recent scenario with a new lover...was it absolutely amazing the first time, or did it take time for you to find that perfect fit?
8/7/2005 6:51 pm
Like cream over berries.....delightful phrasing. I am glad it was wonderful for you. As for the question....sorry the newest lover I have had was the first one I ever had....and that ain't new anymore...lol.....|