Last Summer I got together with this girl named Heather. She was good looking, but a little on the quirky side. We met on one of the online sites and I told her I was looking for a long-term relationship, which is what you say when you want to find women for sex who are a little less trampy than most of the ones out there.
Anyway, so Heather is about 5'4 and has big round grapefruit sized tits and a perfect rounded butt. She wasn't perfect, but attractive, sort of like Le Chiffre's girlfriend in Casino Royale, but not quite as perfect as that girl.
Anyway, the first night we get together, we have white wine with dinner and I take her back to my place. I got out my guitar and started playing one of the three riffs I know, a little run from Since I've Been Loving You from Led Zeppelin III. After a few minutes, she almost insists that we go to my bed and start getting into it. I was tired and decided to wait. I put her off and we watched some TV.
So, we decide to sleep in my bed together, but no sex. We drift off and I remember having this wild dream about a nerdy girl from high school named Anne. I'm dreaming that she's on top of me and humping my lights out. It is so good and I wake up and it's really happening, but it's Heather.
She says, "There you are. I'm surprised you didn't wake up when I was using my mouth."
Remember this is a first date. I got into things and we did it for about twenty minutes until I got off. Sex the next morning was even better. We had just taken a shower together. She came back from the kitchen with a glass of orange juice and sat back on the bed. She jostled the glass and spilled some on her stomach. As she reached over to put the glass down on the end table, I started kissing and licking the orange juice off her stomach. When I went lower and licked her bellybutton, she tensed up and gasped. That was the sweet spot for her. Almost every time we had sex, she's want me to kiss her tummy to get her warmed up.
The other interesting thing about Heather was that she was in really good shape, sort of a Mary Lou Retton with huge tits, but it was the first girl I had sex with that had done a hysterectomy. It was a good fit, almost too much stimulation all the way from base to tip. It was so intense that about half the time I had one of those high-blood pressure headaches right after sex. I even bought one of those pressure monitors during the time I was with her.
We were together a few weeks until I met her kid, a totally out of control boy with a lot of anger issues. I told her I had never seen a kid like that and it wouldn't work in my life. She stayed in touch with me for months afterward, hoping things would work out, but the kid thing was a deal breaker.
Anyway, so Heather is about 5'4 and has big round grapefruit sized tits and a perfect rounded butt. She wasn't perfect, but attractive, sort of like Le Chiffre's girlfriend in Casino Royale, but not quite as perfect as that girl.
Anyway, the first night we get together, we have white wine with dinner and I take her back to my place. I got out my guitar and started playing one of the three riffs I know, a little run from Since I've Been Loving You from Led Zeppelin III. After a few minutes, she almost insists that we go to my bed and start getting into it. I was tired and decided to wait. I put her off and we watched some TV.
So, we decide to sleep in my bed together, but no sex. We drift off and I remember having this wild dream about a nerdy girl from high school named Anne. I'm dreaming that she's on top of me and humping my lights out. It is so good and I wake up and it's really happening, but it's Heather.
She says, "There you are. I'm surprised you didn't wake up when I was using my mouth."
Remember this is a first date. I got into things and we did it for about twenty minutes until I got off. Sex the next morning was even better. We had just taken a shower together. She came back from the kitchen with a glass of orange juice and sat back on the bed. She jostled the glass and spilled some on her stomach. As she reached over to put the glass down on the end table, I started kissing and licking the orange juice off her stomach. When I went lower and licked her bellybutton, she tensed up and gasped. That was the sweet spot for her. Almost every time we had sex, she's want me to kiss her tummy to get her warmed up.
The other interesting thing about Heather was that she was in really good shape, sort of a Mary Lou Retton with huge tits, but it was the first girl I had sex with that had done a hysterectomy. It was a good fit, almost too much stimulation all the way from base to tip. It was so intense that about half the time I had one of those high-blood pressure headaches right after sex. I even bought one of those pressure monitors during the time I was with her.
We were together a few weeks until I met her kid, a totally out of control boy with a lot of anger issues. I told her I had never seen a kid like that and it wouldn't work in my life. She stayed in touch with me for months afterward, hoping things would work out, but the kid thing was a deal breaker.
