Samantha's Erotica on Our First Time Sex, Part One

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 first of the nights and days we shared together. Enjoy.

His name is Eric and he’s a "sex life" consultant. He is the student of the legendary Betty Dodson and I would say, she was quite a fine teacher. The evening started around 6pm.

Around 5pm, I showered for the first time that day, nervous as hell that the pink marks from my one day old Brazilian bikini wax would still be showing and blew my hair straight and flat ironed it. I put on a very sexy one piece teddy type thing and a tank top over it and then a dress that hugged my curves in all the right places. I looked at myself in the large full length mirror at the apartment I was borrowing for the weekend and was very pleased. I thought I looked beautiful, sexy and fuckable.

I started the evening off at a party. I felt amazing. All I could think of was Eric and the activities that would ensue later in the evening.  I played the game with myself that all women play (even that don’t want to admit it)…Should I do this? Am I ready for this? And above all…is this a good decision? My body of course immediately answered yes to all three questions and my brain questioned all three, but I decided tonight, body would win and brain would shut off.

I continued to sip wine and interact with the guests. My hair started to curl, I sweated, my dress rumpled a little. The hours grew closer and when I went into the bathroom, I saw one thing that stood out… the color of my eyes. They were a jade green, bright, shining, a color I had never known them to be before. I knew then and there that this was the right decision. Right or wrong – it was an education, a journey and an adventure I was willing to take.

I left the party with my head held high. As I walked down the street, I got several looks from the passers by (nothing out of the ordinary). I smiled back at my onlookers and when I approached 23 street and Park Ave, Eric called my cell. “I’m downstairs” he said. Nothing sexy, nothing gross and nothing sleazy came out of his mouth. It was as if we were meeting to go bowling or to a picnic not an evening of pure unadulterated pleasure. Eric is not your classic overt Casanova either, but when he touches you basically want him right then and there. He has that underplayed sexiness that is so wonderful. He says he wants to be with a woman he’s attracted to and give her the idea that he wants to sleep with her, but in a centered, sweet way. And he achieves it, in spades. He has a goofy side and the nicest guy who will fuck you in the ass (or anywhere else, but I’ve read about the ass fucking). It sometimes doesn’t register that someone so nice and sweet can be so knowledgeable and sensual. That was the part of the adventure that I suppose was the most erotic. Eric is like the boy next door… that you want to fuck.

He greeted me with a long, hard, deep, wet kiss. It was the kind of kiss where you can’t breathe for a second. Then he says, in classic Eric goofy style, “I had onions, I might need a mint or something”. I cupped his face and kissed him harder, his mouth opened and I massaged his tongue with mine and tasted his onions. “Yes, you definitely need that mint!” We both laughed. It is so refreshing and arousing to be with a man you can laugh with and also one who is as clever as he is sexy. I suggested some gum. The gum did the trick. And we were off to a friend’s apartment for two hours of adventure. I can’t say that having sex for the first time with someone I know is an expert and who blogs about his numerous sexual experiences with several women at once in a unfamiliar apartment at night sounded romantic or even comfortable at that point. I tried again to clear my head of romance and dating and remember what this was about. Eric warned me that may be difficult. I tried very hard to remember that and separate my feelings from the pure simple act of sex. Of course when he told me that he grew up working in the yard and he does all kinds of housework, whatever version of the penis women have went hard. That was a definite turn on.

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