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For those new to my blog, I write on my sex life because many of
us need only read of an example of what really is possible or that
they'd never thought of. It so often lights a fire inside to "want to
feel that." To want to learn how to make sex better, maybe for the
first time in their lives.  

This
blog entry is based on email feedback I received from Samantha on the night we hung out at a sex-themed bar then bolted to the nearest bedroom.

He said he would make a reservation for three hours. I imagined - three hours of sex, but with Eric it seemed incredibly short, like we'd only just start. I have a love of the danger and discretion of well planned "public" sex. However, with Eric I am not sure how the experience would be. I still want to try it though, I just feel we need to have a few more of these endless hours fucking sessions before we are ready for 5 minutes in a public bathroom or not I imagine if he went down on me while making eye contact I'd be ready, I'm just not sure he could come that quickly, but I suppose if I pull out my bag of tricks he would.

We met on the subway platform around 6pm. I was caught in the rain and my hair curled and frizzed, my silk dress wrinkled. He kissed me. That combination of soft and hard that makes your forget hair frizz. I'm sure he noticed, but didn't seem to care. He complimented my eyeshadow glitter and how well I wear glitter. I knew he'd be wearing it too not too much later in the evening.

We arrived at a uptown bar. The entire vibe of the place was entirely too overt and left nothing to the imagination. It was not a place I wanted to be for long and fortunately we weren't. As we went up the stairs he delicately placed his hand on my bottom and fondled my clit as we walked up the stairs. Shudders of excitement and pleasure ripped through me, but I stopped him, afraid that I'd stain my silk dress with my wetness. It was a good thing I wore underwear. I was originally planning not to in order to make the evening more exciting. When he's least expecting it (and when I'm wearing a cotton dress I will not wear underwear.

Having left work late and not having eaten all of my lunch due to meetings and stress, I was starving. Eric claimed he was too. I didn't want to eat anything too heavy due to the evening's planned activity - but at the same time I wanted something substantial to give me the energy required. I love watching Eric walk away from the table (mostly because of his bum) - but I also love when he approaches, when he comes from across the room and our eyes meet. I see his whole splendid body. I can't speak to him but I can send him energy. Loving, lusting, desire all rolled up into one stare. I love the subtlety and I wonder if he is beginning to catch onto it. Even if he doesn't I love that I can still communicate it and I can still feel it.

We took a taxi home to where I was staying. Eric continued to play with my clit on top of my underwear in the cab, under my dress, however, I think our cab driver caught a glimpse and appeared to have some trouble controlling the car - so we stopped and instead whispered in each other's ear what we wanted to do to each other. We arrived home. I used the bathroom and came out to find Eric already with his shirt removed hungry for me. We kissed - those slow wet sultry kisses you feel in the knees, where you can't breathe. I definitely love kissing him. He removed my dress, admired my bra and underwear and we kissed some more. I kissed his neck as I had in the taxi while I was telling him all the things I wanted to do to him. It was delicious. I was so pleased he was staying the night and we had plenty of time to play. I removed his belt slowly and undid his pants. I really hate when a man wears jeans for sex because they are so hard to remove in a luscious way. But we did what we could, him helping me. He would not stop fondling my clit through my underwear. They were soaked.

He also went down and placed his head against my clit and pressed into me with the top of his head. It was fabulous! I knew those soccer player skills would come in handy. It turns me on so much but also fascinates and impresses me how athletic Eric is. After this head play, he removed my underwear and smelled them saying how much he loved the smell. Then I removed his, leaning down to get a good look at his cock. I kissed kissing it gently, then his lower abs on my way back to his mouth. He removed my bra. We stood there examining each other naked in the light. I used to hate having sex with the lights on - now I sort of like it. I want to see Eric's face and him mine, every step of the way - when he's between my legs, when he's taking me from behind and I'm lying on my side looking back at him, when I'm below him and when I am on top - and in a matter of hours I was all those things and we made eye contact the entire time. It was heavy, sultry, steamy, and lovely all at the same time. I can't wait to do it and feel it again.

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