What do you want, Baby?

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What do you want, Baby?I had been married 27 years and my sex life had been pretty pitiful, being rejected by my sex addict husband who didn’t want me. When we split up I hadn’t dated since the late 80s. I was feeling pretty rough, unwanted and and not sure if I’d be desirable. I met a guy online and we started talking, this 29 year old gorgeous intelligent personal trainer who happened to be black. I’d never been with a black guy before, not because that mattered, I’d just never had the opportunity. When I finally gathered up the courage to meet him, I was floored by how sexy and easy he was to be around. We sat in the car talking, trying to figure out what to do, where to go. I was nervous as fuck about what was happening. Finally, he asks me, “What do you want baby?” I sat there looking at that fine man and I realized I wanted him with an ache I hadn’t felt in too long to recount. I asked if I could touch him and he said of course. My hands moved to his face and slid down his muscular arms, and I leant in to kiss him.It was kağıthane escort electric. I knew I wanted him then even though I’d never done anything like that in my life. I drove to a nearby hotel and we checked in during the middle of the day, knowing we only had a few short hours to explore where it would go. He walked in the room and sat on the couch, relaxed, and I sat next to him and touched him, we kissed and our hands began to explore, and slowly we peeled off layers of clothes and he said I was fucking sexy, touching me like he worshipped every inch of me. I straddled him, our bodies melting into one another, and suddenly he picked me up and threw me on the bed. He touched and kissed and devoured every inch of me, slowly, tenderly, like I was the most delicious sexy woman he’d seen. He sucked my breasts, hands reaching between my thighs, exploring me sensuously, touching me and looking at me, hovering above me like a panther ready to pounce. After I had gotten bakırköy escort so aroused that I couldn’t take it anymore, I begged him to get inside of me. He was ready, he’d been hard since we were in the car, contemplating the possibilities. He entered slowly and carefully with the biggest cock I’d ever seen in person, and he moved carefully, watching my face, my reactions, gauging my moans like a mind reader, knowing exactly what to do in response, wanting to pleasure me. He filled me up, drove me mad, losing myself in the ecstasy, letting him work his magic, feeling beautiful and sexy, losing control in the waves of pleasure, moving in synchronicity, driving me mad, rising and falling together until there was no escape from the orgasms that would fill us, panting, breathless, moaning, enjoying each other’s bodies and rising to meet the other until the shockwaves of lust and passion and sexual need filled us and exploded like a a thousand volcanic explosions. We rolled şişli escort off eavh other laying side by side, absentmindedly touching each other, tracing his tattoos and asking what they meant, his hands on my breasts, our legs entwined, until the desire rose in us sgain and took us away. We talked about seeing each other again, about families and life, trying to understand what was transpiring, amazed and basking in the glow of what we were capable of, despite the worlds of difference in who we were. We stayed in touch for about a year, managing to find spaces of time to enjoy what we could do together, the chemistry and fire that arose the moment we saw each other. But life intervened as it does, and we drifted back to our own worlds. He single-handedly made me feel like a sexy, desirable, foxy woman again and I was the beautiful smart cougar who saw more in him than what you’d see at first glance, maybe some scary looking hoodlum hiding behind his hoodie, his color, with that don’t fuck with me look on his face. We saw beneath all the shit and found something that would change my life. He had asked over and over, “Baby, what do you want?” At first, I realized it was him, and then I realized I needed someone to show me I was wanted, sexy, desirable, and beautiful. That’s what he gave me, and that’s how this sexy slutty sultry woman got her groove back.’

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