A special man

A special man

(To you as a reader, this is not a true story -yet. I’m going to make it happen=)

We’d met for a while now. The attraction was present for both of us, but none of us dared. I’d admired you in hiding for a long time. I’d seen that great smile that made me melt, that little ass and hip that was meant for play. You were a man with a big M. You were a few years older than me, and I liked it. A mature man, and you knew what you wanted.

I’d studied your body every time you visited. We had been dating for a while and there was nothing more. We had flirted, enjoyed ourselves, and played with the idea that there could be more. I had fantasized about you day and night, and had wild dreams about how you were in bed. Now it was finally going to happen. We were both tired of going to wait for the other one to take the initiative, so we simply agreed on a time when we were going to meet and let our fantasies come to life.

I had always admired the confidence you had with you, I became like a teenager again — even though I was in my early 20s — and had had enough experience with men. What had been fucking. Simply wild sex. No passion, just sex. This time I wanted to experience something else. I wanted to enjoy you, all of you, all night, every night.