I tell him my leg was giving me difficulty while m***********, which initiates the most pleasurable experience for over 3 and a half hours on May 12th. I tell him I wish he could watch me. He asks me where I was and tells me he’s in town and is interested in “peeping”. “Exciting breaking and entering.” He’s driving 10 miles away to watch in person minutes before midnight, forcing me to promise not to c** before he arrives. I ask what I’m able to have. Touching? or only watching? He asks, “what do you want?” I, of course, answer with another question. “What can I have?” He tells me to make a wish list and so, I begin by wishing to see his shadow in the door frame, come to my bed and put his fingers inside me as deep as they would go, palm against me, rubbing me slowly. He tell me “this is all possible.” I continue. “I wish that I could put my hands on your slender body and g**** your c***. I wish that I could put you in my mouth for just a moment and I wish that you would put yourself inside me, all the way inside, so deep.” He replies, “We could see. Who do we get to fetishize your cast?” I leave that question unanswered, for my injured leg is where I temporarily hold my deepest insecurity, and change the subject. “Last but certainly not least, if not the not least of all, I wish that you would make me c** so hard that I actually lose myself for over 10 seconds.” He asks, “should I bring a stop watch? I tell him if it’s under 10 seconds, we’ll have to do it over again and he agrees. “You are crippled and need a doctor’s visit.”I give him directions to the house, the door will be unlocked. I put a candle in the living room and the night light is turned on at the top of the stairs so he doesn’t hurt himself while entering the unknown house. Meanwhile, my music is playing quietly enough that I can’t make out the words, and I have my v******* shimmied between me and a pillow . It ‘s steady and good. I have the c*** stimulator in a nice position and so am vocally expressing my pleasure when he enters. The candle in my room flickers the shape of his body while he speedily undresses and climbs on top of me without a moment’s hesitation. He’s inside me before I have time to pull out the v******* and turn it off. Deep and close, we embrace, his soft skin on top of mine. The passionate kissing enhances the intensity.

Never was a dull moment. Always changing positions at synchronous times. Periodically he would pull himself out and tickle my c*** with his tongue down to my a** and back, incorporating the v******* at any point he so desired. F****** me, sucking me. Flipping me over, around. At one point I told him he wasn’t obliged to wait for me and his response was that we’d have to do it over again if he didn’t wait, for we had made a deal.

We lay on our backs in bed, neither of us had c** yet, and recall t.v. shows that we liked. Small talk for a good 15 minutes. Nothing uncomfortable in the least. I glide my fingers gently over his body while we engage in this leisure conversation. His skin is baby soft. He takes my hand and places it on his c***. We go at it again, during which I manage to clock him in the head with my cast! Finally, he’s got me on all fours, gently penetrating in, out. I place my v******* on my c*** and sail away for at least 7 seconds. I hear him in the background, “finally.” But in a happy-for-me kind of way. He attempt to stick his c*** in my a** but I’m unprepared , so pull him out. We lay back down on the bed. Me breathing heavily. I take his c*** in my hands again and proceed to put it in my mouth. I think nothing of the fact that it was just in my a** – he allows me to feel more open than I had ever been before and I take the opportunity and run with it. I go down on him until he cums into my mouth. I swallow deeply and enjoy his taste. We lay around for a while longer, continuing the small talk. He burns an cd of the music we had been listening to and leaves at around 2:45 in the morning, but before he does, he comes to me and kisses me goodbye.

I find him online the next day and at some point ask him if he can morph into just a friend so I can gossip with him about my previous night because I cannot tell a soul. He says, “of course, but adds, “I was going to ask you about it, because I put you on my WEDDING list as I wanted you to come because you are a dear friend ,, but did I ruin that? Is that uncomfortable to discuss?” I tell him not to worry at all. Everything’s fine. He reminds me that I have “an awesome tasting p****. And a very cute a******.” He continues, “Oh my god, if there is anything I wish I got to do it’s f*** it. Best to be left wanting something.” He tells me he masturbated twice today just thinking about it. I had done the same thing while thinking about the entire unpredictable and mesmerizing evening.

Who knows if it will ever happen again. I have a hunch it will, but am also fully satisfied with the experience that I fear another attempt at reenactment will dull the first. The moments that night were once in a lifetime. Passionate, raunchy s** with no strings attached with an air of freedom that continually proves difficult to come by. A+