Mood

I have a vivid imagination and it can really entertain me endlessly when it comes to sex. I can keep myself in a state of arousal given little provocation, especially if I’m hormonal. And admittedly, I’m one of those women who is aroused further by someone else getting turned on. Its likely one of the reasons I like to write erotica. Makes me zing when people get all turned on by what I think up sexually.

But generally, unless driven by that libido that makes me nuts for those few days a month, I can shut it down if I don’t want to deal with someone else’s arousal. I just walk away mentally and that’s the end of it.

But there are some people who have a way of getting under my skin. All it takes is a word, a certain tone of voice, a glance, a pose, an image and I can’t disengage. I met a guy who did that to me going on two years ago now….and this is one of those pre-requisites for a Dom for me. Anyway, G was omeone who just had this way of getting under my skin. He made me nuts! He had this deep voice and I remember we’d be talking poetry or something on the phone and he’d suddenly say out of the blue…and you gotta understand that his voice was one of those deep bedroom voices to begin with, so I was always juicy if I could hear him anyways….he’d say ever so softly and intimately, “Sweet, I wanna be up inside you now…” There’d be this little yearning sigh with it and that was it. I’d just cum.  I couldn’t not respond to him that way.

I remember our first meeting. He had invited me to breakfast followed by a hike. We were going to spend the whole day together and likely end up at a hotel room. That was the plan…but it wasn’t anything carved in stone. He told me that maybe he’d take me to a hotel and maybe he wouldn’t. It depended on if he thought we were relaxed enough about it. Between you and me, I can tell you that I fully intended to seduce the man….cause he was making me nuts just talking on the phone. I had to have him and I didn’t care if he was supposed to be in charge. LOL!

So I put on a shirt that showed some cleavage….that’s significant because I very rarely do that unless I want sex with a guy. I did want sex, so on went a shirt that with the slightest leaning showed the entire inside curve of my breasts. I love that tshirt. I had on a little skort too. That skort does my figure justice ( I can always tell I score with an outfit when I get my friend Naya to take a second look. She likes that outfit. LOL!) even though it isn’t perfect and so I knew that I’d done my best to look alluring that day.

I parked my car across the street from the appointed place and waited. He was just a little bit late, but not offensively so. I saw him drive by and park down the street under a shade tree and got out to stand there waiting for him to come to me. I leaned in what I hoped would be a sexy and relaxed pose and watched him walk up to me this huge grin on his face. I was happy to see him too. He looked good to me. He strode right up to me and plastered me from my knees to the small of my back against the trunk of my car and planted a deep kiss on my mouth that just shouldn’t be done on street corners.

Took my breath away. If he hadn’t held me up with his own body, I would have collapsed from weak knees. They always go weak when I cum and I couldn’t stop it. Right there on a busy early morning street. I can tell you that was embarrassing….but I didn’t want him to stop. He looked just a little bit sheepish at grabbing me like that and started to apologize and I told him that I liked it. He smiled at me and did it again of course. Which I was laughing about as he kissed me hard and made me cum again. I think that’s when he realized what was happening about that…

I’ll never forget the intense look on his face about that. Or the response I felt against my belly that went with it. I did it again while he was looking at me and found myself getting hot cheeks about it. I looked down with deep embarrassment and he chuckled and suggested we’d better go in to the restaurant before he forgot that we were in public.

Trembling, I got my stuff and followed him. We were utterly oblivious to the fact that we stopped traffic crossing the street (only realized that because we got some annoyed honks) and we were both tripping over curbs we were so distracted from anything we were doing. *shakes head*

We talked and talked and laughed and kissed some more and went for a little walk through the woods where I was terribly tempted to get naked for him, but he firmly stated that there would be privacy when that happened the first time, so I didn’t push….but I did impishly demand him to promise the hotel to me if I was good and didn’t get naked right then…LOL! He got that look in his eyes again that he’d had when he realized I was cumming just standing against him at the restaurant and solemnly promised me he’d take me to a hotel after lunch.

I can assure you that I was now avid to get some lunch and I was grinning the whole way to the restaurant. *smiles*

We ate lunch, looked in some art galleries and found we had very similar taste in art. It was fun. I had a ball…but what I really wanted was to rip his clothes off and have my way with him…or better yet, surrender to whatever his way was…but he was not going to let me rush him, so we looked at some lovely art and I really did enjoy him as we discussed all sorts of things we liked.

Well we finally couldn’t stand it any more and late afternoon we got a room and we’d hardly slammed the door shut and we were all but ripping each others and our own clothes off to get at each other. He only hesitated for an instant about whether to have any obligatory foreplay….When he started to do the ‘right’ thing, I felt this whine in my throat forming, “Please…” Was all I could get out and I pulled his arm toward me…and forwardly spreading my legs around his body.

He was pretty happy that I didn’t care about foreplay…but he decided to tease me…. hovering just outside and teasing with the tip of his penis. “You want this sweet?.”

I could barely form a sound, because my brain wasn’t working in ways that allow language….My body answered for him…Just the caress of the tip of his cock on my labia and the anticipation of getting him inside me made me orgasm really hard. He couldn’t wait for my answer any more, so the yes and the plunge arrived at the same time. I was in heaven….and cumming from the first instant he slid past my lips….

We rutted for a long while, kissing each other and panting at the fever we both felt about it. I fell into a brief sleep it had been so intense by the time we took a break. We had sex for hours like that, totally oblivious to anything else. I don’t even think we looked at the room, only each other. It wasn’t until hours later that I got up to pee and I heard his voice exclaim loudly, “Oh my god!”

All concerned I hurried out of the bathroom and found him fiddling with the shades. “The window was open all afternoon.”

“Yeah…so?”

“It over looks the deck?” He said meaningfully. Like my sex mushed brain could work anything out not make explicit for me….*shakes head*

“So…?”

I still didn’t get it.

He just pulled the shade aside slightly, knowing that no one was right there.

I looked and suddenly remembered then that there had been alot of foot traffic past our room off and all through out the early evening…it was only just getting dark which is why he’d noticed to begin with…..and then I burst out laughing. We’d put on a show for anyone who had walked past our room that afternoon and were so wrapped up in each other we hadn’t even noticed.

That still makes me giggle even now.

Those moments spent with G were intensely sexual. I have very rarely had a man hold my attention that intently or for that long a period of time. I’m a distractable kind of woman. He had my attention though….undivided. *smiles*

I can assure you that the group which was still up partying when we left the hotel late that night was mighty intent on watching us walk by to our car. LOL!

G was irritated about that, and while a little embarrassed myself, I just found it all wildly funny.

I actually got an email from him last fall. First time I’d heard from him in a year. Could have knocked me out of my chair with a feather. His email only said…”I miss your heart and your heat.”

Mmmmm….there certainly was alot of heat there.

I could definitely have a do-over on that day about now….In a heart beat. I’m sooo in the mood.