The Author ✍️ Play ‘Frank Ocean-Dust’ while you read So w..

The Author ✍️ Play ‘Frank Ocean-Dust’ while you read So when I got to DC I met this tall slender fellow who hides behind his hair. Our first date we planned to link up near George Town in dc, at a bar, but you know where I’m taking about? Is it called Georgetown over there by the rock wall and the bridge right? Anyway. My phone died when we’re supposed to link so I just sat in the window of a café and then we spotted each other. It was a kind of surreal and romantic, feeling of relief and familiar when we were able to recognize each other through some glass. We know me by now, I like to watch someone enjoy me. I enjoy him enjoying me. I like how comfortable he is. I like how good of a listener he is being. I like way he leans in and answers my questions with a smile, hiding behind his hair. I like how he stretches his long legs out and slouches is in his chair. I like the way he watches and dances with his dr1nk before drinking it…. Second date we go to the spa. And I’ve never been taken to a spa. It was cool. We had to wear these little uniforms. We hung out in a bunch of saunas. He seems to like to be still. And meditate or whatever. I’m pretty restless. We kept a significant amount of distance to be respectful of the other spa goers, and they were plenty of no lewd activity signs around. Some thing about when we went to the room with the balls. Lol. There was this room with clay balls that kind of reminds me of like how it feels to chew five gum commercials. We dipped off in this corner and burrowed under the balls, and to my surprise he just started touching on me. Broke the touch barrier. So here we are in the balls fondling each other. We rinsed off and then went to some Korean barbecue spot where I mostly dr@nk. And then we split up. I went to work probably. Things get steamy when he invites me to visit his fly ass apartment. This guy is all around like…. Ugh how do I describe it? Dreamy boy, artsy angst. Aspires to be an author, likes to paint, and likes to take photographs. And I mean, actual photographs, like prints, and hangs them. The view from his apartment is sick. He’s got a couch, but it’s not like a casting couch. It’s like this cool beige sectional, with like a throw blanket and a coffee table and all of this is just very mature for his age. I pulled out some AD HD mds that begins with A. Ends in L. And it’s his first time. We take it and wash it down with some deep, red 🍷wine I think we got apothic dark. 😈 the more purple your lips turn the better. That’s how you know your doing it right. So yeah we put on some music and he takes some pics of me by the window and on the couch. If I was making him nervous, I couldn’t tell. We chat a bit on the couch and then I slide to sit on the floor take a few more slips and then I decided we should play a game. I grabbed a notebook, and I told him to write some thing. He starts sm0king and he are writing in the notebook and then I told him to let me see and then I started writing and then I passed it back. It was cute we did a back and forth story and while I was on the floor I laid on my back, when I passed the book back, I grabbed his foot and placed it on my chest. While he was writing ✍️ me back I started massaging his foot and gently tugging on his toes. Digging my fingers firmly into the bridge and heel releasing tall man pressure. He probably hadn’t been touched like that. I like playing with feet dancing my fingers gently on the top and digging tenderly to the meaty and needy parts. I leave one foot on my chest and he’s so nervous about it being there, so he kind of adjusts it off a bit and I position to work on his other foot by just reaching down and rubbing on it down where it was by my thighs. I give his other foot a great deal of caresses, deep presses and pulls. The room is getting hazier from the smoke, and I sit up to have another gulp of wine and lay back down by his first foot. I take his foot and I press my lips against his toes and he is shocked. He goes ‘what are you doing girl?’ shy and gently how he speaks to me. I just giggle and give him a devilish grin. He decides to put his glass down and climb down on the floor with me. 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪 Our hearts are racing. It’s a new feeling. Fully under the influence. Someone’s got to do it. Someone has to kiss first. I keep talking about the notebook and our story but we’re talking so close to each others mouths. I like the tension. I like to drawl it out longer. Dodge it a bit. I’m leaning back and he’s very much lying on top of me and I ask him if my heart was beating fast. He breaks this intense eye contact we are tranced in and he lays his head on my chest. A break from the intensity. And I hold his head and smell his hair and feel his skin on mine. He says it does sound kind of fast and I whisper yeah? Then it happens, he lunges into the first kiss but he kissed me so softly. His lips were so soft and pillowy. Licking and sucking his tongue and his lips I surrender to his tempo and I press my chest up and hold him close and get ready to completely enjoy this man and this feeling. Riding the tempo, dance mmy fingers up under his shirt and his skin is so soft like like he takes care of himself and moisturizes. He probably has a loofah. Oh, and his hair smells so good and it’s so sick and I’m grabbing the back of his neck and licking his neck and he kisses down my face. 😩😩😩😩 Then he says softly let’s go to my room 🫣😩 fuck me on the floooorrr mannn. Like a savageeee. Bedrooms are just so personal and Amish I don’t wanna get to close to fast but, as you wish. Bedroom fly af, moody and dark and he had a headboard. That’s always nice. He’s so tall so naturally, he pulls out a yard of dick. I was so pleasantly surprised by the color of it. It was like a nice reddish toned brown like the mahogany brown. Like a tootsie pop. Delicious. So he asked me to bend over on the bed, and I am apprehensive bc like from the back just like that? I’m bouta parted like the Red Sea… i’m nervous and good thing I’m sauced, because this is a rather healthy link of lumber 🪵. He slides the rubber on, grabs my waist, and I’m like 😳…. Oh dear. I was very self-conscious. I didn’t think I was giving it my best work like I didn’t put my chest down. I was very much so in an amateur dog position trying to breathe. Ask them to be gentle and I don’t blame him for not knowing you know like I think maybe this is the best show off position you know for him, and since he is a bigger guy, he probably goes for thickms. Thickms have no problem with this position. Me tho? Oh, I definitely was running. I don’t even think we were all the way in before I was across the bed. 😅 with tussled around a bit, and try some different positions. To be honest, I think the condom dried me out. And I was mentally kind of overwhelmed by the dick. And I’m cool with this experience you know it was the first time because the second time was fucking bomb. Well get there. Slutty confession I think I might’ve hit his weed and that was my mistake because then I got really in my head and then changing rooms threw me off doggy style threw me off you know. We were up 👀 so he didn’t finish. And I was just so in my head I don’t even think I like gobbled him up like Thanksgiving dinner. I abruptly left like shortly after we hooked up. I live far and I have responsibilities I couldn’t hang out long. And for those reasons, busy schedules, and all it took us a while to hook up again. So long that I forgot that I like sex! So the next time we hang out… fuck the build I come over I’m pre-lit we get lit just drinking you know. And I’ll put my wicked whine on him on the couch. BOW so look. We make out on the couch, drinking scotch. I took a swig, got down, and I spit shine his boot GLOSSY. I push him pass my tonsils and eating him alive and oh my God he has a praises in his moans like ahhhhh. Just telling me how good I feel and like telling me how good of a job I’m doing. 🤤🤤🤤🤤 I am igniting like the damn phoenix. My pussies drooling and I climb on top of him, tip on my toes and I slide his big old tootsie pop dick inside my belly, and oh my 😳😳😳😳😳 I forgot how good sex felt. So my pussy hooks up like a J, right, it’s part of the magical experience, which is June bug. Then I grip wicked like play three octaves like a flute. But we’ll talk about that later. When I felt him slide past that spot and just fill me…. I felt like I was gonna cry. The first stroke im stuffed and felt a release like my whole body was so tingly. My walls were gushing, I started slowly grinding on him, and I got so wet. I picked up the pace quick from a the juices. Bouncing on my feet, gliding up and down his hardddd dickkkkk. Gripping the couch, gripping his neck. And im not even gripping his dick with my walls. No need. I groan so deeply bc he felt soooo fucking good. And he gave me all that I wanted. A couple times. We ended up in the bedroom again. I really like having him grind in between my legs, fucking me deep until I scream out but I even more I like watching him enjoy me preform on him. I watch him feel good and come out from under his hair. The look in his eyes, the taste of his breath. Pushing and pulling. Flowing and gushing. Like the ocean. Waves of pleasure. Strumming him like an instrument, when my fingers brush across flesh, just right, and it twitch. Watching him enjoy me in and out of his hair… I fucked and sucked the shit out of him. Great time 🥃 I hope when he finishes his book, he signs a copy for me. 📚