“Hi there..missing you. When are you coming back? I can’t wait to see you and have you again. I’m having a hard-on right now, just thinking about you, thinking of the things i want to do to you.”
This was the offline message i read when i signed on to my messenger server. This from the man i met online and had the most wonderful sex with ever. He didn’t have a clue i was in the country then, and was just about to send him a message that i was home and longing to be with him yet again. I left him a note to see me the next day, so I set the time and place and told him if he decides to get there, we’re on for an evening of fun and adventure.
I have never been so reckless with sex my whole life, until i met this man and had a spontaneous sex with a few months ago. He was the embodiement of a sexual fantasy i’ve always had. One fantasy that became a wondrous reality. After my encounter with him, my sexual view was never the same again. I became more confident with myself as a woman, and became more confident with my own sexual ‘power’, so to speak. The long months that i was away from home made me long for more great sex with this person who was a total stranger to me. And like himself, just the thought of us together sends shivers down my being, makes me wet and gives me this unexplainable sensation all over. Oh how i waited for the moment to be with him again, to experience another wondrous oblivion, sheer ecstasy.
I arrived at our meeting place a few minutes early, thinking that if he doesn’t show up, at least i made every great effort to see him. I was more than surprised to see him there, patiently waiting, nursing a cup of coffee while reading a book. He looked more beautiful than ever, with few more grey hair than i can vaguely remember. Again, the quite unfamiliar sensation enveloped me, and funny enough, i actually got weak on my knees, the memories of our brief moments together came back so vividly in my mind..played on and on. He looked at me, and for that one short moment when our eyes met, the world stood still, and i fell..deep.
We didn’t say too much words to each other, i didn’t realize that people can actually understand each other more in silence. We ordered dinner and ate in silence, exchanging curious glances now and again. Inside I was melting, like a schoolgirl who was finally asked by her crush for a date. I was more surprised with myself than he was when out of nowhere I blurted out ‘Do you know that I have never wanted any other man like i am wanting you right now?’. He looked at me intently, and answered back, ‘You have no idea how i waited for you, longed to be with you, every night I would wish you were here instead of being a thousand miles away. I can’t wait to make love to you again, i can’t wait any longer baby, i just can’t.’
He took care on choosing where we would go, i just let him decide, because quite honestly, i didn’t give a damn then if we were to make love in that cafe. That was how horny i was then. He took me to a quite expensive hotel room, i didn’t argue, i suppose that was how he regarded me, and i was glad. Once inside, he made every effort to make me comfortable, maybe he sensed the tense in me, i was so nervous i was shaking, not from being with him, but from the anticipation of what was to happen that evening.
He started to caress me very gently, undressed me very slowly as if I were a very fragile thing. It wasn’t what I wanted, so I told him. I asked for a hard fuck, i wanted desire, anger, biting, sweet physical pain, and more, and that was what i got, with passion. He started by groping my breasts really hard, i moaned, both from pain and pleasure. He licked my nipples and bit them, too. I felt his hard-on against my skin, the heat emanating from his very agile body, cool heat against me, and i started to get wet, and i didn’t understand the delirious sensation i was feeling. It felt like the first time…it felt like forever.
Whe he started to undress himself i couldn’t take my eyes off him, it was a sight to behold, mesmerizing. I ran my hands slowly along his muscular body, down to his hard shaft, slowly caressing, pinching, until my hands seemed to have a mind of their own. All the time his kisses were becoming more urgent, his tongue playfully playing with mine, like he wanted to swallow me, and i was delirious with the sensation. He was carressing my entire body, his callused hands rough yet all the time gentle. When he found the center of my desire i gave a quick gasp, then were quickly replaced by long moans. His fingers went inside me, and i went wild. ‘Baby, you’re so wet, now i know you’ve always waited for this, for me. God, i want you now, but i still want to give you more’. I know he meant it, being a man of very few words, he gave me pleasure like i’ve never had them. His mouth once again found my breasts, my nipples, and slowly planted kisses down my body..i could feel the urgency, the hunger. His mouth found my wet mound, his tongue making small circles around my clit until it found its own way deep inside. My moans were becoming small cries of pleasure, i was making incomprehensible sounds, cursing, begging. He was a very generous lover, knew all the way on how to pleasure a woman. I returned the favor by going down on him. I never enjoyed giving a man oral pleasure, at some point it made me feel kinda dirty, but this time i enjoyed the sensation, the need to give pleasure to someone was so everwhelming. He tasted so sweet, and his groans were like music in my ears, and i knew i was making progress with it. ‘Baby, you’re so good, you’re so fucking wonderful..i want you now, i want to get inside your warm pussy’. Such language would have offended me, but they didn’t. In fact it drove me crazy, i retorted ‘fuck me now..fuck me hard and fast like you’ve never fucked anybody before’. To this he uttered in a groan, ’I’ll fuck you baby, i’m gonna make you come like never before. I’ll make you come many times, that when you have, you will be begging for more.’ He was kissing me again, the taste of one another from each other’s mouth. He went inside me quick, i gasped from the sensation. He was so hard, so hot, and so wonderful inside me. He pumped with slow strokes at the start, he would take his manhood in and out, in and out, i went crazy, the sensation was so wonderful i screamed in pleasure. ’Baby, you’re so good..so hot and wet..so fucking wonderful.’ I couldn’t utter a single word, i moaned with pleasure instead. The quiet room was suddenly filled with my moaning and his soft groans and whispers. His slow strokes gradually became hard thrusts, and once again i was delirious with ecstasy. I came fast, and so powerful i didn’t realize i cried. He kissed my tears away, soothed me with soft strokes, I could feel his hardness inside me, and i felt so languid, so powerless. He shifted his position and took me from behind, it was deeper this time, and i could feel his hands carressing my breasts with frantic strokes. ‘Baby, i want you to come for me once more, enjoy the sensation, close your eyes and feel me inside you.’ This time his thrusts were fast and hard, and he was gently slapping my butt, alternating it with soft strokes and gentle caresses. I was crying with pleasure, i was oblivious to everything then except the sheer pleasure of what he was doing. The number of times i came were numerous, and countless. We did every single sexual position i knew and much more, he brought me to a higher level of sexual gratification. When he finally came, i was becoming so numb from our lovemaking i didn’t realize he bit me on the arm. He later apologized saying he was so caught up in the overwhelming sensation he didn’t know what he was doing. I wasn’t a bit offended, nor hurt. The physical pain was pleasure…sweet passion.
We talked for a while afterwards, reassured in the knowledge that we made each other happy. I must have dozed off at some point and slowly woke up from the pleasurable strokes he was giving my body. He was still so aroused, and we made love really slow this time, enjoying the different sensation all anew. We spent the whole evening making love in daze, sometime during the night he rose up and ordered food, and made love to me again. I don’t know how many times we did, all i know is that it was the best night of my life so far.
The next day we parted ways knowing that all pent-up longings were filled. We met again twice before i came back here in Europe. I am missing him now so badly, but i take comfort from knowing he is missing me, too. Whenever i do, i would just think of that one wonderful night we had, and all longings will become anticipations..for i am going back home again in a month.
And yes, i did ask his name this time.
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- - July 21st, 2008