I know I haven't posted anything in almost three weeks, but I felt like being under the radar for a period of time. Since I haven't had any feedback on any of my previous installments, from this point going forwards I'm slowing down the frequency of posting each subsequent installment.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The seconds kept going by in my mind; until our lips met and her tongue came barging pass by lips like a cat out of hell. Did I say a tongue? Instead of being relatively dainty like I’d imagined, her tongue felt more like a giant behemoth which left no room for our tongues to intertwine with each other. And what should have been a heightening sexual experience wound up feeling like two guys trying to suck each other’s limp cocks.
With the sense of ecstasy gone by the wayside, Liz and I got dressed and sat down on the antique loveseat she had in the corner of her living room. There our shy sexual personas sat face-to-face, simply cuddling each other like two young, simple lovebirds would from the days of our parents.
While our day of sheer sexual bliss had gone from its highest heights down to the pits, overall it had been quite satisfying. So, looking at the grandfather clock here the wood-burning fireplace in the living room I knew I couldn’t let our first day together end like this, there had to be more, and decided to take Liz out for dinner, to a highly exclusive French restaurant, an hour’s drive into the mountains. Luckily, she accepted my invitation and we proceeded to shower and get dressed in our best evening attire.
By the time we got back, as it makes no sense to tell what went on from the time we’d left until now because nothing out of the ordinary occurred. Unless you consider the enormous amount of aphrodisiacs we’d consumed during dinner, the effects of which were still going strong; we couldn’t just say goodnight with each of us going to sleep with our apartments, across the hallway from each other.
(C) Kathryn Heart - October 2017