With heaving breathes from this experience, where do I start?
The night I have always dreamt of happened. For years, my sexual experience was honing my wants and desires to a fine edge. I learned from all of my conquests what buttons to push and what buttons to tease to make the experience spiritual and memorable.
That is until I met Damon.
After he took me to his place, the fine dinner and shared bottle of wine were making me a bit frisky. Of course it helped that Damon was a Greek Adonis. When I saw him at the restaurant my heart skipped a beat as all of the blood at flowed to a different part of my body. Even through his fitted button-up and hip-hugging slacks I could see this man was built with great care and attention to detail. His eyes were bright like lighthouses over rich blue waters. His face gentle and soft but with a sense of poise and solidarity. Even something simple like his cute button nose looks like it was meticulously crafted and precisely grafted to his form to enhance the overall beauty.
As he led me up to his loft, I looked up at his ass through those designer pants. It was obvious that the designer used Damon as a model for his clothing because nothing could fit a human body as perfectly as those pants in the whole of existence. I felt my heart skip a beat again.
As we walked into his flat, he offered me a drink. I was so awestruck by the flat I only heard the second time he offered the drink. This looked like a designer penthouse in New York. Wonderful rich colors, beautiful textures, and everything neat and tidy. It looked just like the interior in a magazine NOT run my Martha Stewart. Gorgeous.
Wasting no time, he offered me a seat and started unbuttoning his what-seemed-to-be-painted-on shirt from the top.
"Just trying to get comfortable," he said as he sat down next to me.
That was all I needed. I wanted him right then and there. I started feverishly unbuttoning my shirt. He took the cue and started unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way. We pulled each other’s shirts down with haste. I started to undo Damon's belt and he pushed me away forcefully. He started to slowly undo my belt and gently started kissing me.
Every so often while nibbling on my lower lip and gently hovering over my quivering top lip, he slid his gentle but powerful hands under the waistband of my underwear. This sent me through the roof and I jumped up with a shocking sensation. Every time I did that, Damon settled me back down and continued the teasing torture.
He then slowly slid my pants down after they were finally unbuckled. He slowly kissed down my neck, slowly down my chest, concentrating on my left nipple. As soon as his delicate tongue grazed my erect nipple, I was sent to the moon again in sensation and again Damon had to gently force me down.
This continued until he had sufficiently worked on my left nipple. I was starting to perspire at this point. And then he started working on the right nipple.
By this time I was a mess. I couldn't take this teasing any longer and wanted to take Damon right there. Damon pushed me down against the couch again. Holding my chest down with his powerful hands, he worked his tongue down to my navel. This sent waves rushing through my body. I started to quiver all over. Damon then moved down and worked his tongue where his fingers had worked previously, on my underwear band.
At this point in time I was whimpering. These sensations were almost too much to bear. I had never felt anything like it, similar to a tickle but not nearly as offensive or crude.
At this time Damon could see a precum stain showing through my underwear.
"Well, we don't want that to stain, do we?" Damon suggested and with that slowly pulled my underwear off.
I motioned to get up and to return the favor but Damon wasn't having any of that. Immediately and forcefully he rolled me over on my stomach. The maneuver took me by surprise. My mind was already wandering because of the feelings Damon had just given me, but this really threw me for a loop.
Damon started at the small of my neck with his tongue. I gasped. I wasn't expecting that. After suckling for a little bit, Damon moved slowly but sensually down my back. After spending a fair bit of time at the small of my back, I was getting relaxed.
Then Damon did something I was not expecting.
The night I have always dreamt of happened. For years, my sexual experience was honing my wants and desires to a fine edge. I learned from all of my conquests what buttons to push and what buttons to tease to make the experience spiritual and memorable.
That is until I met Damon.
After he took me to his place, the fine dinner and shared bottle of wine were making me a bit frisky. Of course it helped that Damon was a Greek Adonis. When I saw him at the restaurant my heart skipped a beat as all of the blood at flowed to a different part of my body. Even through his fitted button-up and hip-hugging slacks I could see this man was built with great care and attention to detail. His eyes were bright like lighthouses over rich blue waters. His face gentle and soft but with a sense of poise and solidarity. Even something simple like his cute button nose looks like it was meticulously crafted and precisely grafted to his form to enhance the overall beauty.
As he led me up to his loft, I looked up at his ass through those designer pants. It was obvious that the designer used Damon as a model for his clothing because nothing could fit a human body as perfectly as those pants in the whole of existence. I felt my heart skip a beat again.
As we walked into his flat, he offered me a drink. I was so awestruck by the flat I only heard the second time he offered the drink. This looked like a designer penthouse in New York. Wonderful rich colors, beautiful textures, and everything neat and tidy. It looked just like the interior in a magazine NOT run my Martha Stewart. Gorgeous.
Wasting no time, he offered me a seat and started unbuttoning his what-seemed-to-be-painted-on shirt from the top.
"Just trying to get comfortable," he said as he sat down next to me.
That was all I needed. I wanted him right then and there. I started feverishly unbuttoning my shirt. He took the cue and started unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way. We pulled each other’s shirts down with haste. I started to undo Damon's belt and he pushed me away forcefully. He started to slowly undo my belt and gently started kissing me.
Every so often while nibbling on my lower lip and gently hovering over my quivering top lip, he slid his gentle but powerful hands under the waistband of my underwear. This sent me through the roof and I jumped up with a shocking sensation. Every time I did that, Damon settled me back down and continued the teasing torture.
He then slowly slid my pants down after they were finally unbuckled. He slowly kissed down my neck, slowly down my chest, concentrating on my left nipple. As soon as his delicate tongue grazed my erect nipple, I was sent to the moon again in sensation and again Damon had to gently force me down.
This continued until he had sufficiently worked on my left nipple. I was starting to perspire at this point. And then he started working on the right nipple.
By this time I was a mess. I couldn't take this teasing any longer and wanted to take Damon right there. Damon pushed me down against the couch again. Holding my chest down with his powerful hands, he worked his tongue down to my navel. This sent waves rushing through my body. I started to quiver all over. Damon then moved down and worked his tongue where his fingers had worked previously, on my underwear band.
At this point in time I was whimpering. These sensations were almost too much to bear. I had never felt anything like it, similar to a tickle but not nearly as offensive or crude.
At this time Damon could see a precum stain showing through my underwear.
"Well, we don't want that to stain, do we?" Damon suggested and with that slowly pulled my underwear off.
I motioned to get up and to return the favor but Damon wasn't having any of that. Immediately and forcefully he rolled me over on my stomach. The maneuver took me by surprise. My mind was already wandering because of the feelings Damon had just given me, but this really threw me for a loop.
Damon started at the small of my neck with his tongue. I gasped. I wasn't expecting that. After suckling for a little bit, Damon moved slowly but sensually down my back. After spending a fair bit of time at the small of my back, I was getting relaxed.
Then Damon did something I was not expecting.
