[34/M] I'm pretty sure I'm Eros reincarnated... I've never met a [F] whose cipher I couldn't decode, and eating pussy is my favorite! | 2016

Let me preface this post by saying: I respect women GREATLY, am a straight shooter, and always make my intentions well known with thorough lines of communication. I'm not a 'player', as I'd very much rather have one woman in my life, and this is basically stories of my pursuit for such.
I’m a lover, I live to love, and sometimes, I get to make love. I’m a firm-handed, strong armed, 6’3”, that could afford to lose a few pounds, but am as solid as your typical Sliverback. If I’m attracted to you, my hands will endlessly wander your curves, every, single, chance they get. And maybe, sometimes when it’s inappropriate, such as the time I made the PhD climax while laying next to me on the hospital bed I was in.

Seriously, I'm dating someone new, and I’ve already got her panties soaking wet at her desk as we speak. She works about 50 miles away, and we were only texting.. she started it with, “I might look super conservative today, however I’m wearing neon pink and green underwear that I’d imagine you’d want to remove with your teeth..?” My response, “Yes, I would indeed remove then with my teeth..eventually. First, I’d need to be able to feel how wet you are through them, then I’ll know it’s time.” She’s already needing a change of undies for the rest of the work day. Meanwhile, I don’t even have a boner (not that it even means anything, just laying the landscape).

We’ve had some great sex already, so perhaps she’s thinking back to that. But, it was our first, second, and third time, so we’re still in the beginning phases. Yet, I’ve already had her ass up on the bed, thumb deep inside of her, with my fingers feathering her clit. Her awkward movements led me to believe she was actually in pain, when in reality, she was loving every second of it. I know this, because I stopped, and asked her flat out. Again, communication, it’s important.

Prior to this, there was a pygmy Puerto Rican in the mix, with an awesomely curvaceous body, thick framed glasses, and a lovely smile. It didn’t hurt that her eyes were a lovely shade of sandy brown, and she had beautifully long hair. She’s bi, but we’ve never gotten that far yet. She loves her reefer, and I don’t mind it either when we’re together. We started out all goodie two shoes, and ended with her riding my face, my finger caressing her asshole to the point of her begging me to lick it.

Before that, it was the PhD… and boy, I think she ruined me. I still think about her to this day, and still wish we could be together, inside the bedroom, and out. I’ve always been a 3-5 pop kind of guy, but never in my life was I drained to the point of passing out. She did this on the regular. She was obsessed with my cock, until I wrongfully mentioned something to her about it, and she grew some sort of conscious of it. She had an insatiable sex drive, that often surpassed my own, I never thought that would happen. The way she screamed in her high pitched voice, as I made her whole body seize in enjoyment..was pure bliss.
The way she looked at me with utter bewilderment, after I tried something a little different, was unmistakable. I could eat that pussy for days on end.

Then, there was the smokin’ hot waitress with the most amazing body, and humongous boobs I’ve ever seen on such a tight frame. She was totally ashamed of her sexuality, despite LOVING to deep throat to the point of face-fucking, and gagging after a drink or two. A shame, really, because she certainly enjoyed herself whence she cut loose. I never forget looking down at her sweet ass, bent on the bed, and me pummeling her sweet lips from behind, again with the thumb, my patent move. She was so self-conscious, I never actually got to see her areola, she was always in a bra, or a t shirt. A shame again.

When I was 18, I simply said, “Goodnight!” to a prominent customer on the way out the door. This night ended with the both of us spending the night in a $5k hotel room, on a $25k mattress. I knew this, because she had designed the place, and shared such information. The bed certainly felt like it, and the luxurious fixtures throughout sold the part. The night ended with her passing out saying, “Tell me you love me, and I’ll buy you anything in the world…”

She was a complete minx of a mother, having been on the cover of Vogue about my age at the time, ago. The lingerie collection she had was unrivaled, and having grown up to Stephanie Seymour’s lovely appearances on the cover of the numerous Victoria’s Secret catalogs has trained me well. I’m a huge fan of lingerie. We had a good go at it through college, I met her a few times at casinos, gambled her money, worked up about $2k in winnings, only for her to refuse to take it back. Road head while going 120 in her C4S probably wasn’t the best idea, but hey, we were young, and it was even more exhilarating than having sex in the helicopter. The ole ‘fist in the stomach’ move made her squirt for the first time ever during an orgasm in the hotel room in the city, and she still talks about that to this day.

We still speak about once or twice a year. She can’t believe I haven’t pawned the Rolex she bought me 16 years ago. I never told her I loved her, but I did indeed show her the love that friendship has to offer, with a side of a good dicking every once in a while.

Then there was the French student in college that just loved to suck cock, and nothing else. She would come to my room, ask for an ice cube, and then go to town. We’ve been Facebook friends, and she’s been killing it with Yoga, I’d love to meet up with her one day, and only return the favor.

The cops were called twice, the night when I lost my virginity… First, against me, second, by me. We were minding our own business, as most teenagers home from college would do with no place to go, down on the beach. I thought we were far enough away from the access road, but I quickly realized I was wrong when a flashlight beam shined directly into my partners face on top of me.

We did the typical squirm for cover, to hear a man say, “Uhh, you know you can’t do that here, right?” I, coming from the ‘Accept and Build’ mentality, merely responded, “Actually, I didn’t know that..!” The cop, went on to inform me that he was called due to a noise complaint. I laughed it off, and patted myself on the back. He left, or walked far enough away to think that I couldn’t still see him… and we continued until we were finished.

As I’m getting dropped off at my house by the woman who took my virginity, whom is a dear friend to this very day as well, we came across a man wandering my block, clearly confused, and whom clearly had wet his pants. I couldn’t figure out which house he came from, so I called the cops. Sure enough, the very same cop shows up for the call. He laughed, and said, “Alright, NOW what are YOU TWO KIDS doing?!” hahah, that was a good one. The man had lived across the street, and thank goodness he didn’t walk across it into the water.

I’ve probably had sex with over 40 women in my lifetime, and I don’t have a single regret. I’d imagine none of them do either, as I’m a squeaky clean (with the test results to prove it) man that’s been smart about things since day one. I’ve only been compelled to be even more sex positive in my life, looking to explore and do more.