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Resting on my hunger after this date with mylittle Italian, I decide to try to find a new lover.
The main problem is not only that I don’t have a home, but it’s that I don’t have time.
I run from friend to friend, through my family. Sex comes second, and that’s okay.
Feeld
I would tell you more about this app in my post on dating apps. Signed up to please L’italiano, I ended up getting caught up with one of the boys.
Here we’ll call him, BMax, you’ll understand why later.
With this famous young man, we talk a lot. We sext a lot, we send each other some pictures, more or less dressed.
Generally, these kinds of long-distance discussions bore me pretty quickly, yet I feel a real sense of feeling. I have a feeling we could have a lot of fun.
Once again, it’s hyper complicated to see each other, I’m not very available and when I am, he isn’t. It’s not going well.
The Gentillette encounter
Hallelujah, we find a little hour each, to see each other and have a drink. Of course, we had other desires. But for lack of spot, we will be satisfied with a small Monaco.
I move to the terrace first. As with every date, I’m a little afraid. Afraid of not pleasing, but also very afraid that I won’t like him.
Finally, I see him coming from a distance. Suit and tie is the order of the day, he has a very charming smile and bewitching carnivorous eyes.
The discussion deviates very quickly towards more crusty subjects. I feel that I excite him, that my little skirt and… my Air Max, make him excited.
His eyes are piercing, and I really like them. If he’s not perfect, he’s a handsome man with a lot of charm.
I want to see him again, to really start playing this time. We make a date the next night, right in the middle of my weekend with friends. 1 hour of standing them up, it should be fine, right?
The Bet
That weekend I have my period. If we had a room, a living room, in short, a decent place, I wouldn’t mind.
But we’ll only have his car or a small wood… So I would be the one to take care of him.
It may be strange for some girls, but I love taking care of a guy. Of course, it will have to be give and take in the future. But sometimes it’s important to give without receiving.
And then, on this Saturday night, I have a challenge. Monsieur never comes with a blow job. Never.
I bet that I would make it. So along with the desire to feel her desire on my lips, I want to win my bet.
Yes, and what do you win? If I make it in less than 30 minutes, I win Air Max (Hence the little name), if not, I get to set up a threesome with another girl.
But I will win… For sure…
In the middle of a storm…
I’m here in the middle of the countryside in the Seine-et-Marne, having a great weekend with my improv buddies. And obviously, the laziness is kicking in.
They know everything, I have no secrets, and I assume my libidinal uniqueness. The jokes fly all weekend, it’s a funny thread. But I’m starting to get lazy.
On Saturday evening, we experience a huge storm. No power, no grid.
Oh no… I’m not going to be able to contact him. He doesn’t even have the address. I’m split.
On the one hand, I could do without this sexual interlude, and I’d be fine staying with my buddies drinking a quiet aperitif.
And on the other hand, I feel potential in him. I feel like we’d get along really well sexually. Anyway, he could be a potential booty call. And then, putting a plan in him an hour before the date…
Come on, the storm is over, I print out the phone of one of my buddies, and contact him. He’ll be here in an hour.
An hour to admit defeat
He eventually arrives. His suit has been put back in the closet, he is a little less sexy, but still very appetizing. He has on his feet beautiful Air Max… Ok this bet, I have to win it !
Not easy to find a place after the storm, too bad, it will be the parking lot of the property, in his car.
We kiss, it’s not the best of kisses. He’s very tongue-in-cheek and I’m not too tongue-in-cheek. We end up adjusting, it’s better.
And then, I go on the assault of his pleasure. I have fun, I play with my tongue, my lips, my fingers.
I really put all my desire and energy into it, I savor it like an ice cream, I lick, I suck, I imprison it with my lips…
But nothing happens, the minutes tick by, my jaw becomes sore, my tongue starts to get tired. Nothing comes. Nada.
After almost an hour, I capitulate. I couldn’t do it. It was the longest blowjob of my life, for no result. The frustration is at its peak.
He laughs, he won his bet. He takes me in his arms, we cuddle for a while. His embrace is warm, his fingers wiggle over my skin and I relax. It’s only a postponement.
I have left my friends too long already. I take my leave, after one last sensual and hot kiss…
Hopefully the next time will be…less frustrating.