I had finally decided to have sex with him. We had been on this song and dance for four months now so it came as no surprise. I wasn’t holding out because he was unattractive, hell I could eat peaches out of his ass even. I guess I was just being careful, I mean it’s not like I expected him to slap a ring on my finger the moment we swapped body fluids, but I wanted some form of commitment and well he wasn’t saying anything of the sort.
I don’t understand it. I don’t understand him. I don’t understand men in general. I mean, what else could he want right? I’m extremely hot. At least that’s what my mirror tells me every morning. Sometimes I pull the whole ‘mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all’ stunt and I bet you I hear the mirror calling out my name each time. I’m smart, witty, intelligent, I’ve got a great sense of humour…the whole nine yards, still he wasn’t saying ‘be mine’.
At this point, I was beyond caring. My hormones were raging and each time we made out, it became even harder to not take the plunge. He jokingly calls me a tease. Maybe I am, maybe not. But there’s this feeling of power each time we make out and just as he’s trying to take off my bra, I smile and say, “not yet”. In the beginning, he used to wear this desolate, puppy dog look each time I did it, but recently, when I do, he just smiles and continues kissing me. Almost as if he knows it’s only a matter of time before my suit of armour drops.
And the way he kisses, oh my! I think that’s part of the reasons I still haven’t kicked him to the curb with his bags of indecision trailing behind him . When his lips touch mine, in my head it feels like there’s been an explosion. Fireworks going off, blinding lights and then I get this tingling feeling that reaches down to my toes. His lips are another story, I could write an entire textbook on the softness of his lips and I still wouldn’t have captured it all.
Anyway, today I was intent on having this hot piece of male flesh and his schlong, where the light don’t shine. As usual, we had gone for dinner and then to see a movie before driving down to his apartment. A bottle of Chardonnay stood on the table and we lazily took sips of it while watching whatever it was that was showing on the TV. He turned, smiled and drew me into him . we began kissing, slowly at first and then we picked up tempo. His hands were all over my body yet it seemed it couldn’t get everywhere fast enough.
Reaching behind, he unclasped my bra and then looked into my eyes, I smiled, cupped his face and kept kissing him. That was his cue, he immediately abandoned my lips and took his tongue exploring; one minute they were trailing lines and alternately sucking one nipple, the next moment I felt him go down. At this point I just lost all sense of reasoning, intent only on enjoying this pleasure to the fullest. It seemed like we were at it forever, he kept moving back and forth; between my lips, nipples and lady parts. I was dying! Of pleasure. Unbridled pleasure. I couldn’t take it anymore, “take me now!” I screamed, without breaking the rhythm, he pulled off his pants and was poised to go in but I stopped him. He looked at me with a look that said only one thing, ‘don’t fucking tease me now, please’ .
I just smiled, “where is your condom?” I asked.
“oh shit! I’m really sorry, let me go find one.” He made to go look for a condom but I wasn’t having none of that, thankfully I had come prepared so I just opened my purse and took out a pack of Trojan. Pulling out one from the pack, I pushed him down on the couch before taking him in my mouth. He was huge, and throbbing. Totally perfect. In under five minutes I had him moaning and reciting all the letters of the alphabet. Then I slowly slipped the condom on with a look of utter sinfulness. Then I got on and rode him. Eager to prove his manliness, he immediately took charge, the doggy was his forte and he made me his bitch.
We went from the couch to the table, then the floor, he was carrying me next and then we ended up on the bed. By the time we were done, even the pages of the famous karma sutra woulda been shamed.