“I constantly held the tip of his hard cock at the very entrance of me and massaged myself…….."

“I loved our kisses, I loved to tease him to death, to get carried away, to eat him, to almost make love to him……”

I’ve recently broken up with my boyfriend and because of it I am really needy for contact. I’ve even logged into a dating site (after a long ten year absence) to try to fill the void and to help me move on.

These weeks have been a blur of meetings, lunches with friends, shopping, I accepted all kinds of invitations just to get my head off the melancholy that in the background still accompanies me everywhere.

One day this week I received a whatsapp from Johannes. He is a mature German gentleman, tall fit and good looking whom I met only once a year ago. Even though he has been in touch many times since, we never managed to meet again, his meetings do not allow him to reach out to me except last minute and this is near impossible for me to accommodate. But I remember really well that first encounter, already then I availed myself of this delicious German buffet without asking for anything in return except that he should kiss me and let himself be eaten.

This time he reached out to me a day before, told me that he was trying to do better by giving me more notice and invited me to a ninety minutes rendezvous the next day at the Peninsula.

The moment I read his whatsapp (in the state I was in) I accepted right away. I cleared everything else off my schedule, I felt that I had free rein, that I’ll be able to feast on him again any way I liked, that I might even be able to make love to him……to most certainly devour him but also hopefully get carried away.

I walked into the beautiful, luxurious and spacious room, placed my coat over a chair with my scarf, my bag on the floor next to it. I walked to him and gently placed the palms of my hands on his chest. Feeling his tall fit body, his arousal, my attitude was that of a girlfriend from the very start, not once in the whole time we were together I mentally exited the fantasy I wanted to experience with him.

We were naked now, my hand holding and hardly ever letting his hard dick go. All I wanted was to rub it against my pussy, to enjoy over and over again that skin to skin contact I instantly became wet for and have sorely missed for weeks. I will leave protected sex to the last five minutes.

He laid on his back on the bed and I didn’t let him move much. I wanted him exactly in that position. Gently holding his neck, caressing his chest, his cheeks, his shoulders, I kissed him relentlessly, a mixture of passionate, soft, real kisses, while with the other hand I constantly held the tip of his hard cock at the very entrance of me and massaged myself.

He pushed me away several times because my teasing would get him dangerously close to orgasm. But I stood my ground and instead set to softly kiss his neck, moving down to lovingly lick his balls, in other words give him a little break but not for too long. I soon pushed him back down, placed his cock against my pussy and begun again. He tried to stop me a few more times, called me repeatedly ‘Torture Goddess’ but all I’d do is slow down for a little while, kiss him, kiss his torso, suck him carefully, push him down on the bed again and dry ride him, all the while my lips kissing his.

I loved our kisses, I loved to tease him to death, to get carried away, to eat him, to almost make love to him…… this was exactly what I needed. He behaved like a perfect gentleman. He gave himself to me exactly the way I wanted, he respected me and let himself be swallowed. I don’t know what I would have done had the roles been reversed. Would I be able to be a gentleman if I had an awfully sexy hungry sensual woman devour me like this? I will never know….. I loved our endless foreplay, the intense intimacy, the sensuality of it all. Way too soon we only had five minutes left.

I took a condom. Well positioned on his lap I asked him to penetrate me by lifting his hips and pushing himself deep inside me in a rhythmic way. This is my favorite position and his thrusts were perfect, I remember my breath. It got caught three, four times in my throat as my orgasm approached the surface making my body shake with a very deep long final inhalation that almost made me dizzy but was delicious, intense, powerful, my skin throbbing all over. Within a couple of seconds he tuned me around and I was now on my back for the first time…… he entered me, passionately, both of us in the moment when everything is wiped clean from one’s mind and pure pleasure is the only thing one knows and feels. This is how I perceived his orgasm to be, beautiful, groaning, so masculine, perfect, sweaty, almost violent but with abandon, intense, and maybe even….. my arms and legs around him……. “boyfriend-ly”…………………