There's got to be a morning after( some explict stuff here)
It is Sunday morning and I am really tired and happy. Let me tell you about the date:
After my post yesterday, I got up and started getting things ready, I put on some mellow music (jazz!), ironed my rich blue colored shirt that people have said looks really really good on me, then tried to take a nap. I slept like twenty minutes. I did feel much calmer after the nap. I took a warm bath to which I had added honey, mmmmmmmmm. Then got dressed to waited for him to arrive.
When he got to my place, I invited him in and hung up his jacket then --yes, you guessed it,-- we kissed, and kissed, and kissed. We sat in my living room (the one without a couch!) and talked and kind of touched each other. I love that he is such a romantic person; it matches my nature wonderfully!
We left for the restaurant, grabbed a cab, and arrived right on time. We ate at the Culinary French Institute's restaurant. A friend of his is a student chef there and she assured us we would get VIP treatment and a tour of the kitchens after dinner.
We were given a window table and served like we were kings. The food was exquisite, the desserts were unbelievable--we ended up feed each other the desserts (They had given us one of each of the four desserts they offer, so we had more than enough!) God, was it ever romantic and fun. We had great conversation about our lives and histories; but not too much. There wasn't any of that 'let me tell you everything about myself' type of thing. It was more amusing stries from our past.
After dinner, we caught a cab to a straight bar, where his Chef friend was hangin out with other mutual friends. Quite honestly, I was ready to go home and explore each other; but after sitting at the restaurant for our 5-course/3 hour meal, I figured the least I could do is go have a drink with his Chef friend. She was really nice, as were th other friends that were rather drunk--but fun!
Finally, we get back to my place. I'm not sure what he has in mind. He had mentioned during dinner that he would like to cuddle and kiss but no more; so, I was looking forward to that. We undressed down to our underwear and got into bed. We kissed and fondled and were getting very hot and heavy. Soon the underwear came off. GOD! HE FELT SO WONDERFUL NAKED AGAINST MY SKIN!!! He has this muscular, smooth, beautiful body and the romantic nature to go with it. I was getting way too hot, so I finally asked him what the limits were, cause I was ready to totally ravish him. He said, "Just what we're doing, okay baby?" "yeah," I replied, "I just needed to know the boundries and I'll respect them totally."
we continued kissing and fondling and rubbing against each other.
Let me just say that last night was like exquisite torture. I felt on the verge of orgasm all night. Even as we slept, we both remained semi hard. We cuddled and my hard cock was pressed against his beautiful, round, muscular ass. He kept pressing back against me. GOD, I WANTED TO BE INSIDE HIS TIGHT HOT HOLE. His ass was so muscular and smooth and his hole was so tight and hot! I had this going on all night!!! Finally around 3am I started playing with his hole and pressing my dick against him. I almost entered him; but that made me feel bad, like I was only concerned about myself and was going against the 'rules.' So I got out of bed to calm myself down, got a glass of water, then went back to bed. I eventually got some sleep. About 4-4:30am, I feel him pressing against my hole. What the fuck, I pressed back to encourage him to fuck me. He felt really good inside my ass. He not only knew what he was doing, but his big dick felt wonderful, AND he knew how to fuck--even got into a little dirty talk while we were doing it. The only bad thing: right before he started pressing against me, I was about to get up and take a pee; my bladder was full. A full bladder is not a comfortable thing to have when you are getting fucked. So, we finally had to stop. I was really happy that he had entered me and moved beyond the initial rules.I felt even closer to him for that.
This morning, we cuddle and caressed some more. Mind you neither of us had cum all night, despite our heightened state of arousal. So I finally took matter into my own hands, so to speak. After laying on top of him and kissing him, I slithered my body down and swallowed his hard cock. I proceeded to enjoy giving him a long and luxurious blow job. He moved around to a 69 position and we sucked each other for a while while I played with his ass--his hard, muscular, smooth, round ass. After doing this for a while, I mentioned that I was in a twisted position and suggested we move. He got up and knelt over me stroking his beautiful big dick--not too big, kind of a perfect big size--the kind that fits in your mouth and down your throat with out intimidating you; yet big enough to know you've got some major meat in your throat. Anyway, we start jacking off. He came first, in my mouth, and then he fucked my mouth, while I came and came and came. I shot all over myself, my bed, and my pillows. It was hot.
Afterward, we showered together. He loofaed my body and washed my hair; I did the same for him. it was really sensual.
Finally, he got dressed and kissed me goodbye. *sigh* I didn't want him to go; but I know we have to take things slow. Well, slower than I want at times.
I really like this man. He is gentle and strong; beautiful and funny. We seem to share some of the same values and are very interested in each other. That's all good!
I can't wait to see him again.
After my post yesterday, I got up and started getting things ready, I put on some mellow music (jazz!), ironed my rich blue colored shirt that people have said looks really really good on me, then tried to take a nap. I slept like twenty minutes. I did feel much calmer after the nap. I took a warm bath to which I had added honey, mmmmmmmmm. Then got dressed to waited for him to arrive.
When he got to my place, I invited him in and hung up his jacket then --yes, you guessed it,-- we kissed, and kissed, and kissed. We sat in my living room (the one without a couch!) and talked and kind of touched each other. I love that he is such a romantic person; it matches my nature wonderfully!
We left for the restaurant, grabbed a cab, and arrived right on time. We ate at the Culinary French Institute's restaurant. A friend of his is a student chef there and she assured us we would get VIP treatment and a tour of the kitchens after dinner.
We were given a window table and served like we were kings. The food was exquisite, the desserts were unbelievable--we ended up feed each other the desserts (They had given us one of each of the four desserts they offer, so we had more than enough!) God, was it ever romantic and fun. We had great conversation about our lives and histories; but not too much. There wasn't any of that 'let me tell you everything about myself' type of thing. It was more amusing stries from our past.
After dinner, we caught a cab to a straight bar, where his Chef friend was hangin out with other mutual friends. Quite honestly, I was ready to go home and explore each other; but after sitting at the restaurant for our 5-course/3 hour meal, I figured the least I could do is go have a drink with his Chef friend. She was really nice, as were th other friends that were rather drunk--but fun!
Finally, we get back to my place. I'm not sure what he has in mind. He had mentioned during dinner that he would like to cuddle and kiss but no more; so, I was looking forward to that. We undressed down to our underwear and got into bed. We kissed and fondled and were getting very hot and heavy. Soon the underwear came off. GOD! HE FELT SO WONDERFUL NAKED AGAINST MY SKIN!!! He has this muscular, smooth, beautiful body and the romantic nature to go with it. I was getting way too hot, so I finally asked him what the limits were, cause I was ready to totally ravish him. He said, "Just what we're doing, okay baby?" "yeah," I replied, "I just needed to know the boundries and I'll respect them totally."
we continued kissing and fondling and rubbing against each other.
Let me just say that last night was like exquisite torture. I felt on the verge of orgasm all night. Even as we slept, we both remained semi hard. We cuddled and my hard cock was pressed against his beautiful, round, muscular ass. He kept pressing back against me. GOD, I WANTED TO BE INSIDE HIS TIGHT HOT HOLE. His ass was so muscular and smooth and his hole was so tight and hot! I had this going on all night!!! Finally around 3am I started playing with his hole and pressing my dick against him. I almost entered him; but that made me feel bad, like I was only concerned about myself and was going against the 'rules.' So I got out of bed to calm myself down, got a glass of water, then went back to bed. I eventually got some sleep. About 4-4:30am, I feel him pressing against my hole. What the fuck, I pressed back to encourage him to fuck me. He felt really good inside my ass. He not only knew what he was doing, but his big dick felt wonderful, AND he knew how to fuck--even got into a little dirty talk while we were doing it. The only bad thing: right before he started pressing against me, I was about to get up and take a pee; my bladder was full. A full bladder is not a comfortable thing to have when you are getting fucked. So, we finally had to stop. I was really happy that he had entered me and moved beyond the initial rules.I felt even closer to him for that.
This morning, we cuddle and caressed some more. Mind you neither of us had cum all night, despite our heightened state of arousal. So I finally took matter into my own hands, so to speak. After laying on top of him and kissing him, I slithered my body down and swallowed his hard cock. I proceeded to enjoy giving him a long and luxurious blow job. He moved around to a 69 position and we sucked each other for a while while I played with his ass--his hard, muscular, smooth, round ass. After doing this for a while, I mentioned that I was in a twisted position and suggested we move. He got up and knelt over me stroking his beautiful big dick--not too big, kind of a perfect big size--the kind that fits in your mouth and down your throat with out intimidating you; yet big enough to know you've got some major meat in your throat. Anyway, we start jacking off. He came first, in my mouth, and then he fucked my mouth, while I came and came and came. I shot all over myself, my bed, and my pillows. It was hot.
Afterward, we showered together. He loofaed my body and washed my hair; I did the same for him. it was really sensual.
Finally, he got dressed and kissed me goodbye. *sigh* I didn't want him to go; but I know we have to take things slow. Well, slower than I want at times.
I really like this man. He is gentle and strong; beautiful and funny. We seem to share some of the same values and are very interested in each other. That's all good!
I can't wait to see him again.