Knee shaking, spine tingling. Yes, that’s where I left off as I detailed how my first date with the Black Russian came to a blissful ending only I wasn’t specific. Soft, succulent, moist, full and powerful. I was talking about his mouth, his tongue his lips. This man is quite talented at the art of fellatio, but that was only the beginning.
In case you’re wondering what’s up with the details, it’s to reinforce the fact that although you may not have a love connection, July 4th type of spark event with someone, there are some consolations if you allow them. For a moment and I’m talking like a nanometer of a second, I think I felt a twinge of guilt. Did I really just do this on the first date? I’d asked a friend if there was a difference (right or wrong) between having sex with someone on the first MEETING ever vs the first DATE and she replied yes – Dinner. Ha! I agree, so those thoughts left my mind as quickly as they came.
So needless to say, after the climatic moments I’d experienced the mercy of his mouth, I was practically begging for what came next.
Oh yes, enter his nickname of the nickname and my apologies to the men because I know the last thing you want to read about a woman harping on how well endowed another man is but Almost 9 is definitely one for the books.
While I was still riding high from the pleasures of his mouth, I don’t think I was too prepared for the feeling of a baseball bat tapping against my ovaries. Yikes!
Still, the man had skills, and incorporated the verbal attends (appropriate moans, sighs and compliments of course) when needed. He was attentive and made sure I was enjoying the moment as much as he did and after everything was said and done, gave me that Cheshire cat grin again and said “We DEFINITELY need to get together and do this again”.
I agreed. A lot to handle but I think I’m up to the challenge.
So saying all of this, it was a GOOD date. Sadly, not a contender for anything beyond physical that I can tell but he’ll surely be good for a few things.
Damn it, there goes another entry in my little black book!
Nothing wrong with having our short term needs met. Enjoy it! 🙂
That’s right Just Saying…. I’m going to ride it until the wheels fall off BUT have not given up on my desire for what I really want. A companion who isn’t bat shit crazy, sexually inept, clueless on life plans, has no sense of humor and doesn’t worship me. Basic stuff, really. Ha!
Ooh la la. That was hot.
I even settled in to read your post with coffee and snacks 🙂
Coffee and snacks? Lol! I hear you and trust me, thee last two posts had to take place after the kiddies’ bedtime. I’m looking forward to our second outing but don’t know how much more mind blowing it could be!
You dirty girl…
I like it.
2 of my best friends are ten-inchers. Seriously- what are the odds?
I call the one “Decameter Meatwhistle.”
He’s not amused.
Hmm Caleb, I wonder why he didn’t care for the nickname! 10 inches???? That is a CURSE unless the chick is Jenna Jamison or Heather Hunter!!!
The Decameter Meatwhistle? Oh that is fucking hilarious!
Go for it girlfriend! Nothing wrong with a great time!!
A great time and a great ride. Litewrally.