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An erotic evening
An erotic evening
I'm not in the habit of "kiss and tell" ... but after a very special night, I'm making an exception. So here's my plunge into blogging.
We met online a few weeks ago (via a Web site that goes by a three-letter abbreviation and which you might be familiar with, lol). Had talked by phone, traded emails, flirted a bit in a chat room. I discovered this lovely lady faced a dilemma. Soon, she'll move to another part of the country, to marry a man she loves. But she's reluctant to leave New York - and reluctant to give up the sexual freedom she's always enjoyed here. She told me she wanted a final, passionate "fling," a romantic, erotic night to remember the city by.
That's where I came in. Hey, I do my part to promote the fair city of Gotham. If she's going to leave New York, might as well leave with a smile on her face, right?
We met at a cozy midtown bar in the late afternoon. We took our time, shared a bottle of shiraz while the shadows grew longer outside. Talk about eye contact - she had these huge, blue eyes, Elizabeth Taylor eyes, almost violet, with these incredibly long, sexy eyelashes. So it was easy to spend a lot of time looking into them. When I wasn't, I was checking out the rest of her - the slim legs and hips, the luminous skin, the nervous way she touched the base of her neck and blushed a little when I smiled at her. I got the sense she was checking out a few things of mine when I walked across the barroom.
We had more wine, and then decided to grab a bite to eat. But as we walked to the restaurant, I couldn't help it - I took her face in my hands and kissed her softly, once. We never made it to the restaurant *s* ...
Instead, we wound up at the Waldorf-Astoria. I had already booked a room, a quiet corner suite, and within seconds of locking the door behind us, I was madly taking off her blouse, her skirt, the black lingerie underneath. Within minutes, we were exploring each other with our mouths, lips, and fingers. Discovering the taste and scent of her skin, feeling her tremble under my hands as I played with the tips of her nipples ... I wanted it all to last, and lingered over her body, teasing her, until it was too much for either of us.
We fucked like bunnies for over 4 hours that night. Took a break, ordered room service (remember, no dinner). Then fucked for another hour. I'd like to think it's just because I'm some sort of incredible lover, lol, but the reality is, I don't know why it became such a torrid sex-fest. I do know that Ms. Violet Eyes climaxed strongly enough to actually squirt several times. And I came loudly enough to penetrate even the Waldorf's thick, nearly soundproof walls (the next-door neighbor complained).
We woke up tired, sweaty, sore, thirsty, and hoarse from screaming. Kissed goodbye, and I'll probably never see her again. Oh well. It will always be a wonderful memory.
5/13/2006 8:08 am
You can tell just leave out names!! I cant wait to hear |