I’ve failed to write about an encounter or two with Ashley. Life is busy, y’know? Suffice it to say, though it’s (quite) early days, we’ve established something of a rhythm, a routine – one that suits my current relationship to sex (about which more, later, elsewhere): we’ve had, now, three uni-directional dates. On two of them, I have collected orgasms from her pretty pussy with my fingers and mouth. On one? She devoured my cock and swallowed my cum. In each case, at great length.
Today? I’m about to head out to have one drink with her before I modify our playlist just a little: Ashley often texts me “I’m horny.” And I take her at her word – I think she is pretty much horny pretty much all the time.
Yesterday, as I had her model a proposed outfit for me, for today’s get-together, I suggested that she come for me in what I asked her to wear. She did so. [You may listen to her pretty, hungry, desperate even, orgasm, here….] Immediately after, she asked to come again. “Nope,” I said. “Wanting is hot.”
It is. I want her. I want her little mouth…
wrapped around my cock so I can savor the sensations of warmth, wetness, energy, enthusiasm, that she provides. And I will have it. All. VERY soon….
