Confession V

11/28/21

9:21 am 

I began by massaging her hands.

We had known each other just shy of two decades, lived on opposite ends of the country. We had met in person once before, for years though we’ve told each other we met centuries ago and this century it took so long for us to finally be ready for each other. The time was now. We met in a city far away from both our homes and our time was limited to a few hours.

I began to undress her, just like I had in erotic stories I had written her about us, one of our only pleasures. We’d both been in relationships that lacked real intimacy. Suddenly we’d found a partner that could arouse the other thousands of miles away with written words and minimal photos.

The kissing was the best I’d ever felt, my lips caressed her entire body, softly as my hands followed. I felt at home between her legs, kissing her beautiful thighs, from one to the other, only breathing hot on her dew covered pussy.

Unbeknownst to me, there was a full length mirror behind me, so she was able to watch herself have her first orgasm from oral sex in her 40’s. Hands, lips, tongues, noses, teeth…. Everything was in use except my cock. Her moans, her chest pulsing up and down as her breath deepened. Her tan body on those stark white hotel sheets. Just a few hours of pleasure and passion. Then the most intimate moment for me, just holding her in bed after she came on my face. Smelling her on me, feeling her warmth, gazing at her beauty. It was my goal pleasure her alone. That was all I needed.

We spent 4 hours together and it was one of the hottest experiences in my life. My kink is giving her the adoration and attention no other man ever has. The way SHE wanted it not the way they wanted it. I knew someday my pleasure would come. Maybe on our next trip.

We are always there for each other no matter how near or far, no matter what relationships we are in, we are what each other needs. We will love each other forever, we have for centuries.

1/23/22

9:24 am

It’s two months later. Now I’ll have her in her hometown for two weeks. After lots of long distance teasing each other, I’m finally greeted by her outside the airport under the palm trees. And so began a week of sightseeing, new restaurants, and meeting new people. 

As I checked into the Hollywood Roosevelt I knew I had chosen the right place and right time for this. I had a day to explore the grounds before she would be back to meet me the next morning for our first interlude snuck in between trips to nearby sights and quality dining. I had built up in my head what I thought was going to happen but I never could’ve imagined what followed.

She became increasingly late the next morning due to complications with her live in boyfriend. I was stressed out and my morning was not going as planned. I’d never been a dominant lover but from our conversations I knew she like assertive men. 

My room was on the upper level of the hotel one room over from Marilyn Monroe’s old suite overlooking the pool. She had lived there for 2 years back in the late 50’s.  Finally she arrived and I let her in through the glass doors near the Tropicana pool. She followed me into my room. I was quiet and a little uneasy. I dropped my robe on the couch and climbed in bed as she was taking off her shoes by the door. 

As she made her way towards the bed I said “no—stay right there” and proceeded to direct her to take off her sweater and pants. She stood before me in the most perfect navy blue lace bra and thong, her beautiful tan, voluptuous body was a sight I had wondered if I could live without after last November, and the answer was— no I can’t. She straddled me, my fingers in her tussled bleached blonde hair, stretching my neck to reach her lips as she peered down at me through the cleavage of her full, large breasts. Her pink hard nipples grazed my chin as I grew increasingly hard under the stark white comforter.

As our last meeting was all about her and giving her what she had been denied for so long in her love life, she assured me today was for me, the navy blue thong that clinged to her moist snatch was for me, her warm supple smooth skin was for me, her attention, her wonderful scent, her everything was there for my pleasure including those soft pink lips that she put all over my body on her way to my swollen cock.

It’s been two years since this day and my cock is just as swollen and wet with a drip of precum as I type this tale out for you. I stood in front of her and she looked up at me from the edge of the bed with her hands on my ass while she told me to fuck her face—“I want you to wreck my face”—to be exact. I am not sure what came over me and I’m not sure how long it had been burning inside me. She was so perfect submitting to me yet directing me. As my cock slid into her mouth and her eyes closed I felt at home in her throat. Her chest grew with her breath as her tongue curled under my tightened balls while I filled her completely. My hands moved from her shoulders up to the sides of her face to brush back her California blonde hair and look at her beautiful eyes.

In one motion I rose up onto the bed and pushed her back on to the mattress with my cock never leaving her mouth, only pushing in deeper. I straddled her face, and then I was above her on all fours, her face cradled in between my thighs as I aggressively pumped my cock in and out of her pink lips, growing increasingly wet with spit and harder than I’d been in years. She looked up at me with hungry eyes, almost as if her eyes smirked and told me “do it, do it now” as they watered, the mascara starting to melt down her temples. And just like that I exploded into her throat. She took it all, almost as if she was drinking me through a straw.

I remember her breasts heaving up and down as she caught her breath and smiled at me, the most satisfied grin as I collapsed beside her. She said, “you taste amazing.“ I smiled and came in for a deep kiss, swirling my tongue around in her to taste my salty sweet cream in her hot mouth, the smell of sex on her face made me instantly hard again but time was of the essence as we had to be on the move. We had to go see the Getty Art Museum and a few sights in North Hollywood. We’d be back later after a late lunch so that I could feel her juices run down my cock as we came together, but that story is for another time. She lives on in my mind and heart as the one woman I’d give up anything to wake up next to.