I’m waiting for Saya. My cock is hard. I’m a little anxious because I don’t have real confidence in where the evening is headed.
It has a kind of wacky premise: in exchange for my giving her relationship and dating advice, she’s going to suck my cock. And I brought rope and a vibrator and condoms, but I haven’t really thought a lot about it. I haven’t laid out an evening plan in my mind.
I’m starting with a drink (a Black Label on the rocks, sitting on the bar in front of me). Then dinner, and at some point I imagine I might reserve a hotel room. I’ve ascertained that there are hotel rooms available.
I think I’ll have her kneel and suck my cock for a bit, and then maybe I’ll go down on her, and maybe I’ll fuck her.
I’d sort of like to fuck her, slowly, which is not how she would want to be fucked. But. That’s what I got for a plan.
It’s all complexified a bit by my uncertainty about just what her agenda is, what her willingness is.