An Orgasm a Day…
We’ve just had our fifth date, The Director and I. Wine, pizza and a movie at his. The movie was San Andreas – second time I’ve watched it because I love it and I have a serious crush on The Rock. It’s the whole save-me-in-an-emergency thing. Just like Liam Neeson. Those Taken movies are recorded and regularly watched. I LUST after that man. That accent. The things I would let him do to me…
He took me to bed, The Director I mean, not Liam Neeson sadly. Boo. He turned down the lights and put on some music. Muse was the artist of choice – great choice too! If you’re ever looking for a good album to fuck to, any Muse album is good for it. Try it next time and you’ll see!
Chatting and laughing, my shirt soon made its way to the floor, my bra too. Flipping me over, he oiled me up and gave me a beautiful back massage. It turns out this guy does have a romantic side. That massage soon turned into something else though of course. I won’t lie, our relationship circles solely around sex. We’re getting ready for it or having it or talking about it or reminiscing about it…
But it’s fucking fantastic so that’s just fine.
He span me that same line that every guy spins me – ‘I can’t come from a blowjob alone’.
Or, at least, he hasn’t for about eight years. Challenge accepted. That’s my thing right? I still don’t remember much of our first date so I have no clue whether or not I gave him head but on our second date, I tried it and it wasn’t the greatest of success stories. He’s very well endowed and it bends such a way that I can only fit it all in if he’s on his back and I’m on my side, mouth heading south from the belly button down. Too much info? Oh well. It’s a beautiful cock.
Date three I tried and failed once again; although, this time, I had a much better handle on things.
It was our fourth date that he revealed his secret or at least part of it – he likes it slow.
This date, our fifth date, he revealed he doesn’t like a porn star blowjob. You know: just for show. Loud noises and moans and groans but no real action and definitely nothing that does the trick. Got it. Slow, repetitive, getting him there motions. That’s what I need to do. So I did. And he did.
Woo hoo!
The noises he makes when he’s about to cum are the sexiest noises I’ve ever heard. Everything about this guy does it for me – his perfect cock, those V-lines on his lower stomach that make me go dumb, those little grunting noises he makes and the way his cock pulsates inside me, in my hand, in my mouth…
Fuck he’s hot.
He knows exactly what to do with me. This guy is a pro. He knows how to move his fingers inside me at the same time as circling my clit with his tongue to make me cum hard. He knows how to reach around me and play with me as he spoons me. He knows how to bite my nipples at just the right time for maximum effect. He comes and keeps going for hours and hours to make sure I’ve got all the happy endings I could wish for.
I wonder how many women a guy would need to sleep with to get THAT good in bed. I don’t really care that much. I just lie back and enjoy it. If he wants to play with my body for hours, he can play with my body for hours. Who am I to get in his way?
Whether this turns into something or not, I’m certainly going to remember it. And him.
Plus I’ve worked out an orgasm a day makes you so much happier in the mornings!
There’s a little bit of free dating advice for you!
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Read all about The Director, from start to finish, right here.
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