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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
first of the nights and days we shared together. Enjoy. Here's part one for those just joining us.

The apartment was on the Upper East Side. We subway surfed up to 96^th
street and Eric and I got off and walked to our fuckroom. I shut the light off on the way in and he turned it back on. The lights
stayed on the rest of the night. A new experience for me.  We went inside. Eruc showed me to the bed on the second floor and excused himself to the bathroom. I tried to remove the tank
top so he wouldn’t have trouble taking it off. I toyed with the idea of taking
my dress off and throwing it down to the lower floor, but couldn’t figure the
exact moment and angle to do it – even though he was right below me removing
his shoes and probably saw the whole thing. Shoeless, but still clothed, he
climbed the stairs. I sat on the bed, still clothes, hungry with anticipation.

Amaranth approached me on the bed and knelt in front of me. He wore a western-style shirt with white pearly snaps (really?
snaps?) which were incredible easy to undo (that must be it) – he looked so hot
in it – I forgave the fashion faux pas. I removed his pants to reveal Calvin
Klein briefs and a semi-hard big cock bulging out underneath. I knew it was big, but I wanted to see
it. It looked delicious. I wanted it inside me and I hadn’t even seen it
naked yet. He removed my dress commenting on how how hot I looked in my bra. I lay down to
show him it wasn’t a bra but a one piece. He liked it. Of course, he couldn’t
figure out how to open it. Apparently my snaps were not as evident as his. I
removed it and lay back naked on the bed in the light. He remarked on my face,
my body and my broad hips. A man has never remarked on my big hips and liking
them. Odd, but he sounded as if he truly meant it and I believed him.  It made me feel wonderful. He was
horizontal on the bed in push up position while I removed his briefs. I looked,
appreciating this fine male specimen. We kissed for a while. There’s something
about the naked kiss – the feeling of our bodies pressed along with the kiss sensation and that feeling where you
enjoy the anticipation so much, you just want to hold onto it a little longer,
so I did until he said words that were so delicious…

“My mouth is watering. This
is the perfect time to go down on you.”

Well, what is a girl to do? There was
some pillow arranging and position arrangement and then Eric's face was between my
legs. I have no words for what happened next. Only one man before Eric was
actually able to make me come through oral sex. Eric did it three times. At
first, I had no idea what he was doing. It was just his lips and tongue on my
clit and it felt amazing. I have no idea how long he did that, but it felt damn good. I hadn’t come yet, but truthfully this was only the beginning. The
best part is, he looked up at me most of the time; and I looked down at him. It was another first to
have made eye contact during oral sex, very arousing. Then he asked me if I had
ever had my g-spot massaged. If I had, no one had ever asked me that question
or told me that he was doing it – so I supposed the answer was no. A little glint in his eye,

“Ah well,
this you need to feel.”

At first two fingers felt a bit like at the
gynecologist and then what came next was probably one of the most amazing
feelings I have ever felt. I didn’t think I was going to be able to stay
conscious. The man's tongue kept driving my clitoris up the wall while his fingers played inside me with a mind of their own. He had to ask if I came. Which I thought was interesting. I suppose
since what came next was a bit more intense (well, maybe more than a bit) – he
did need to ask. But I had no idea what was coming next.

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