sneakyd
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- Joined
- Jul 30, 2006
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- SEQ Australia
- Sexuality
- 100% Straight, 0% Gay
- Gender
- Male
My very best lover ever was an average guy down stairs.
He seduced me.
We could only ever get together on the weekends because of demanding work commitments.
He was a gentleman, opened doors, held chairs. He asked questions and when I answered he would listen and he remembered.
He knew(because he asked) my favorite wine, my favorite foods and my favorite music, and he had these things stocked at his house for me. This ment more to me because I didn't have to ask or demand. He did it because he wanted to.
He was a vastly experienced lover and knew a womans body better than I did.
He would spend hours kissing, touching, stroking, nibbling finding every little pleasure point and erogenous zone.
He look his time learning my body's quirks.
Every time we where together he showed me a new pleasure or a new way of enjoying a old one.
He is the one who found my G-spot, he was the first one to make me ejaculate.
He gave me back my sensuality and made me feel like a desirable and sexy woman.
He could go all night. I lost count of how many dusk to dawn sessions we had.
Anything he asked of me was his. Every new position, game, technique I was open to because I wanted to please him.
Sex with him was never stale or boring, but fresh and exciting.
A mid week text message that hinted at what was in store for the weekend
was enough to set my loins into melt down and have me gasping.
That is why he was the best.
How could someone who looks as good as you not feel desirable & sexy ?