nightmale
Slut
I just had an incredibly wonderful session with a handsome Czech Republic guy called DV tonight. What can I say? That was the best session I had ever had.
I first met him at Starbucks on Rob Street, together with my friend GF. GF said to me that DV was cute, chatty, interesting but not classy and not attractive at all. However, though I partly agree with him, I thought he was sexy. People really have different taste!
DV left for South America after we met at Starbucks, and came back a couple of days ago, and we planned to meet soon. So he walked to my place, from a business conference. Formally dressed, he took off his coat and took out a nice box of chocolate for me. He sat down, looking at me with his sexy bedroom gray eyes, and as a cluster of electricity shined through our eyes, we kissed spontaneously. He was wearing some sexy perfume, and his personal hygiene was perfect.
I ran to my next door neighbor to borrow a wine bottle opener and my neighbor said I was wearing perfume! He looked weird when he said that.
DV and I had wine together while we kissed. He turned out to be the best kisser I had ever met. His kisses nearly made me faint. He liked to explore my mouth with his tongue, to bite my lower lip and upper lip, to suck my whole mouth and to play with my tongue with his. He was so gentle, so loving and caring. We continued to drink wine when we both lied down naked. His affection could compare to a mother breastfeeding her baby! Meanwhile, he liked to move aside to lick my ears, neck, nipples, belly, crotch and legs. His blowjob was superb. I could die in his mouth. I didn't want to come too soon and so I had to stop him. I sucked him, making him rock hard so I could straddle him.
His body was smooth and fit. He had broad shoulders, smooth chest, well trimmed pubic hair, long and thick cock and long, athletic legs. His feet were sexy, too.
He moaned and groaned when I sat on his cock. He sat up to kiss me and eat my nipples with me sitting on his cock, surroundging his waist with my legs. He was afraid to hurt me and so he moved up and down gently when watching my facial expression closely. That was an extremely intimate moment between us. All of a sudden I realized I could forget all about my previous orgasms with anyone!
While we had sex he liked to chat. He constantly mentioned what I wrote in my previous messages, some of which I almost forgot. And he asked me a lot about the protagonist once upon a time in my emails--the English guy. He even asked me whose cock was bigger, his or the English guy's. As I told him his was bigger, not only longer but thicker, he was very happy.
He was not someone to praise or flatter. As I told him that when I first saw him I had a hard-on. He was happy and yet meanwhile he said most people would have a hard-on when they met him. I said, "Come on, you are not humble." As our conversation went deeper, I found that many things he said were actually self-defensive, such as he said he liked to play games, he'd had sex with many people, he would have a one night stand with strangers 3-4 times a week, and that everyone was playing a game...
I told him, "Come on, I have had sex with hundreds of people, too. It's the same routine with everyone, nothing more than kissing, sucking, fucking... Now I care more about one's personality." Honestly, I'm looking for more quality sex than quantity. I have had enough and I don't want to compete with anyone anymore. I used to go to sauna with buddies to compare who got more blowjobs. I won all the time. So what?
DV sank into silence. I think he was being defensive by saying all those immature and cynical things. Yes, many people play games but they don't mean to. They have to end up playing games as a way to defend themselves, forming this fortress to surround themselves, to hide their insecurities. What else can they do but cruising and sleeping around if they cannot find a soulmate?
I first met him at Starbucks on Rob Street, together with my friend GF. GF said to me that DV was cute, chatty, interesting but not classy and not attractive at all. However, though I partly agree with him, I thought he was sexy. People really have different taste!
DV left for South America after we met at Starbucks, and came back a couple of days ago, and we planned to meet soon. So he walked to my place, from a business conference. Formally dressed, he took off his coat and took out a nice box of chocolate for me. He sat down, looking at me with his sexy bedroom gray eyes, and as a cluster of electricity shined through our eyes, we kissed spontaneously. He was wearing some sexy perfume, and his personal hygiene was perfect.
I ran to my next door neighbor to borrow a wine bottle opener and my neighbor said I was wearing perfume! He looked weird when he said that.
DV and I had wine together while we kissed. He turned out to be the best kisser I had ever met. His kisses nearly made me faint. He liked to explore my mouth with his tongue, to bite my lower lip and upper lip, to suck my whole mouth and to play with my tongue with his. He was so gentle, so loving and caring. We continued to drink wine when we both lied down naked. His affection could compare to a mother breastfeeding her baby! Meanwhile, he liked to move aside to lick my ears, neck, nipples, belly, crotch and legs. His blowjob was superb. I could die in his mouth. I didn't want to come too soon and so I had to stop him. I sucked him, making him rock hard so I could straddle him.
His body was smooth and fit. He had broad shoulders, smooth chest, well trimmed pubic hair, long and thick cock and long, athletic legs. His feet were sexy, too.
He moaned and groaned when I sat on his cock. He sat up to kiss me and eat my nipples with me sitting on his cock, surroundging his waist with my legs. He was afraid to hurt me and so he moved up and down gently when watching my facial expression closely. That was an extremely intimate moment between us. All of a sudden I realized I could forget all about my previous orgasms with anyone!
While we had sex he liked to chat. He constantly mentioned what I wrote in my previous messages, some of which I almost forgot. And he asked me a lot about the protagonist once upon a time in my emails--the English guy. He even asked me whose cock was bigger, his or the English guy's. As I told him his was bigger, not only longer but thicker, he was very happy.
He was not someone to praise or flatter. As I told him that when I first saw him I had a hard-on. He was happy and yet meanwhile he said most people would have a hard-on when they met him. I said, "Come on, you are not humble." As our conversation went deeper, I found that many things he said were actually self-defensive, such as he said he liked to play games, he'd had sex with many people, he would have a one night stand with strangers 3-4 times a week, and that everyone was playing a game...
I told him, "Come on, I have had sex with hundreds of people, too. It's the same routine with everyone, nothing more than kissing, sucking, fucking... Now I care more about one's personality." Honestly, I'm looking for more quality sex than quantity. I have had enough and I don't want to compete with anyone anymore. I used to go to sauna with buddies to compare who got more blowjobs. I won all the time. So what?
DV sank into silence. I think he was being defensive by saying all those immature and cynical things. Yes, many people play games but they don't mean to. They have to end up playing games as a way to defend themselves, forming this fortress to surround themselves, to hide their insecurities. What else can they do but cruising and sleeping around if they cannot find a soulmate?
