Martin got back into my pants !

Oh what a wonderful night I have just had !  My head is still in the clouds, my body is still aching, I Martin, the 30 year old east german kid who broke up with me 5 months ago because he " wanted to be loved/ a soul mate/ a woman for life/ this kind of sexual extasy and closeness only within a loving relationship" had been trying twice before to get back into my pants. Unsucessfuly.
Yesterday he tried a brand new aproach and it worked !
He just materialised in front of me at the center yesterday and greeted me warmly. Did he rehearse ? Martin looked happy, smily and confidant, he was fun again. I didnt have time to think, when he said he was happy to see me , I answered likewise. As he said I looked good, I blushed and purred that so did he. We talked about his work, restauring old houses, we talked about my fitness program that seem to agree with me. We talked and talked, smiling and flirting like two old buddies until I really had to do some work. I pointed to my cheek for a peck and he put so much sensuality in this innocent kiss, caressing my cheek, resting his right hand on my left hip, closing his eyes, taking in my perfume. I nearly told him to come home with me. I was on fire. I offered him to call me next saturday when I`ll return   from a week away....adding that this time I will actually answer.
The rest of my shift was done with tons of questions on my mind. Does he want to get back into my pants ? Does he want a revenge fuck ? Is he gonna tease me then say " oops, sorry I want to be loved " ? Did he not find a bloody soul mate then ? Is he now open to a sex friendship without love ? What shall I do ? What shall I do ?
As I went home I treated myself to a buble bath, put up some new candles, fed my cat and changed my bedding. I knew he would not wait for another week, he had been desiring me for months. My body was on fire, clouding my judgement and stoping me from being mean to Martin. A text shone on my screen " Cant wait anymore, please let me come now ", aha ! I knew it !
I kept him waiting for a few minutes and then I texted back " oui ".
Martin told me later that he finds the way I say oui to be a great turn on.
I was standing at the door when he stepped out of the lift.  He didnt know what to expect either... I hadnt had sex in about 10 days and I really wanted to get laid, specially with someone new and exciting. I love it when a man comes back after breaking up with me earlier.
They all came back, each and everyone of them...except for the only one who really mattered, Ismet.
Back toMartin, I locked the door behind us and we stood there looking at each other for a while. I didnt tell him off, he didnt apoplogize. The break up did not come up at all.We just stared at each other untill he cupped my face and gave me one of his wonderful long languid romantic french kiss he is so good at.
I melted.
Soon we were sitting on my bed, playing with my cat. He noticed I had really sexy shoes on. What is it with that guy and shoes ? Gay ? Fetishist ?
I wore a long black silk nighty with white lace trimming, white high heeled sandals. Martin looked intensely at my mouth and leaned in for a kiss , I asked him if he was sure, he was. I straddled him and took his shirt off, my cat jumped off the bed and went to groom her beautiful self in her basket.
What followed what absolutely incredible.
Nearly five hours of making love, gently, sensously, almost lovingly.
My eastern promess was gazing into my eyes, whispering sweet nothings in my ears, kissing, licking, biting, caressing, groping, touching, kissing, kissing, kissing. and kissing again. Did I mention the kissing ?
My head was spinning from all the pleasure he was giving me abundantly. My heart was racing, my voice was almost broken from all the moaning and screaming.
I must have come a million time. Last time I felt so high, so happy sexually was in Paris a couple of years ago with the best one night stand of my life.
Last night Martin surprised me, he gave himself so completely to me, he did stuff he hadnt before when we were seing each other. And he even introduced me to the world of...foot erotism. I was catching my breath after a hundreth orgasm when suddenlly he started kissing my legs, nice, down down down then he kissed my ankle, ok thats nice too, but then he kissed my shoe ! What ! my shoe ! Hey ! this is the mouth thats gonna kiss mine ! Fortunately these shoes I only use indoors for special dates, therefore they are really clean. Playfully he asked if I often wear shoes to bed...only when you are here, I purred.
My kinky east german gently took my white shoe off and began...sucking my toes ! Normally I would be ticklish but the way he did it was so deliciously sexy I nearly came again. I had no idea Martin could be so kinky, and I had not seen this extremely refined side of his lovemaking. What a yummy surprise.
He drank some soda, when some spilled on my arm he licked it gently off.
It was so dream like... he was on top of me holding my head, smiling at me tenderly and purring some love words I prentended not to hear. It occured to me that had I been a young girl or even a woman without much experience, I could easily have mistaken this for love.
But since I am the boss of my sexlife, I didnt react when he said  " we fit together, that thing between us is not easy but we fit together " As we came together at the end, I was out of breath and whispered how wonderful it was that we actually came together and he seductively answered " well... when you got the right woman ".
While he went on the balcony to smoke a cigarette, I checked my clock.
1.30 AM !
What ! We made love for nearly four hours ! Who does that ? I didnt know white men, let alone germans could achieve that !
He returned to bed and kissed my back from my hips all the way to my neck and off we went again on a trip to magicland. I kept expecting him to stab me in the back with some bitchy announcement  but he didnt, I was overwhelmed by his tenderness and the beautiful way he made me feel. When he got up for a glass of water I checked the clock again, 2.30 am !
Martin made love to me for five hours last night ! I was speechless. He must have really been wanting it, or maybe he hadnt found someone as sexy as me.
He probably found something prettier, younger, slimmer yes but not as sexy !
We didnt discuss the break up, he did ask if I had met anyone nice and if I had enjoyed them like I enjoy him. I diplomatically answered that it was none of his business and distracted him with kisses.  As we ate some truffles,Martin casually mentioned that it was not a problem for me to love chocolate but I could not love a man. Again I distracted him with kisses.
Oh how I had missed that magic.
At some point he was falling asleep on top of me, I  argued with myself to keep my head cool, afterall we had been in this situation before, he sleeping trustfully on top of my body , holding my hands and kissing my hair, and still he broke up for no real reason. So I fully immerssed myself in those hours of magic with Martin without any hesitations or fear but I didnt lose myself in them. He was spooning me in front of a james bond movie and I wondered if he was gonna sleep here, no, I thought, no  he cant sleep here, its too much. this night has been perfect and I dont want any discussions at 8 am when I will get up and get ready for Church, now I want to shower, play with my cat, have a cup of chocolate and daydream about the fabulous multi Os he gave me all night.
However , it didnt seem polite to chuck him out after the ocean of pleasure he drowned me in. Did he feel my sudden nervousness ?  Did he hear my thoughts ? Martin asked if it was ok if he would go home to sleep because he likes to sleep late on sundays. Of course its ok, I answered relieved. Why was it ok, he wondered. Because I have never ever asked you to stay to sleep, of course its ok, I insisted. He asked what I was gonna do after he left, pfff, questions questions.
As he was leaving , we kissed endelessly by my front door ( If that door could talk she would write a best seller and a movie script, hahaha ). The kissing became so intense that Martin lifted me up and pushed me against the door to kiss me some more. For a moment I was tempted to rip his clothes off and make love to him again but my body was getting a bit sore and achy so I calmed him down. He gave me his funny crooked smile and blew me a kiss from the stair case saying " call me ".
Yummy yummy yummy
P.S.
A week later I returned from my trip away , spoke with my children, cuddled with my darling cat, unpacked ,did my laundry,  and was downloading some pics on my computer when Martin texted. He remembered I was coming home today. I confirmed I had gotten home and had missed my cat a lot.
I have missed you too, he wrote back,  may I come and see you ?
I considered it for a minute as I looked around me. Mess everywhere, washed clothes hanging to dry in everyroom, my bags still half unpacked, a mountain of bits and pieces on my desk and my couch , my bed not even made up yet... If I were reasonable I would have an early night, snore for a few hours and carry on organising tomorrow before going to zumba class.
Was I gonna be sensible ?
The thought of Martin's kissing and his large hands on my body swept away all sense out of me and I texted him back to come in two hours.
I reorganised my drying laundry, fed my cat, tidied up a little, made up a romantic bed and put up lots of candles everywhere. A nice long shower relaxed my slightly achy muscles and by the time Martin knocked on my door I wore my sexiest black negligé with brazilian pink high heels. He loved loved loved my lingerie and nearly panted over my pink shoes. How nice it is to get ready for a man who apreciates my efforts.
He greeted my cat and apologised for needing her mom's attention as soon as she got home, my cat miewed her aproval and observed us from her basket while chewing on her toys. There we were.
Martin giggled that I was striping his clothes off before he even had time to take off his shoes. What did the dude expect ? He must know by now if I let him come here at eleven pm , I have no time nor intention to talk about my week's program. I thought he couldnt possibly top last saturday but he did. Martin was looking at my legs and began kissing my knees, soon we were rolling all over my bed, exploring each other sensously. That mix of gentleness and raw sexyness is such a turn on ! Again he will hardly let me do anything for him, it's like he gets off on watching me come. At some point he was  practically dancing inside my body and kissing my neck as he said something really lovely that I am not allowing myself to hear and  he actually said it in french ! For a couple of second I jumped back into reality and thought " what ? he didnt just say that  did he  ? besides we all know men dont control themselves during sex and its impossible to believe a word said then, we have nothing in common except this , OMG if he remembers he said that he will freak out and run away again ". Fortunately he didnt realise he had said this and as I pretended I hadnt heard it , it was never mentioned. We went on and on shagging tenderly. We were having a glass of cold milk much later when he said that im so turned on by him it almost scares him, why do I like him so much, he wanted to know. I explained the reason why I like him that much is because making love with him is like magic. He savoured that compliment before I asked what it was like for him, something I never ever ask men usually.
Why then does he love shagging me so much ? Gefuhle, he said.
In german that means feelings, but I must have misunderstood, it couldnt be. Martin added in a low sexy intimate voive that he never had it so good as with me, he feels that happy only with me. That could be the reason why he came back after such a stupid breakup five months ago. I really dont want a serious conversation with my east german lover otherwise I would be curious to find out more but I rather avoid this  fight altogether, lets just enjoy this fabulous sex he gives me for now. Carpe Diem.
At some point he came so hard he fell asleep and it was such a weird feeling. He was holding my left wrist in his right hand  while his left arm was around my neck. What should I do ? This felt so good but  I didnt want to give into it, the illusion of intimacy was so marvellous it was tough to resist. Yet I remembered how nice it was to sleep besides a man who just made me so happy, how much trust one needs to fall asleep near someone.
My cat jumped back on the bed and curled up against me. That was wonderful.
I had to think of something sexual to take the romance out of the equation, and it occured to me that he might wake up wih a hard on and we would shag again. Good, I thought, this is not about getting closer, its just about recharging our batteries before we have another round of shagging. That is acceptable.
I did my best not to snore and I savoured this moment intensely. When he did wake up he stared into my eyes silently, I closed my eyes as this was a little too wonderful and we did have another fabulous  shag ! The things he says to me , the way he looks at me are so intense and so beautiful that if I wasnt me, if I wasnt the boss of my sexlife, I might actually have imagined that the dude has feelings for me. It was 5.30 am when he dressed up to leave, I didnt make any effort to ask him to stay, it had been so dreamlike I just wanted to cuddle up to my cat and snore till midday.
Here is the situation, I have no idea how long Martin will keep making love to me like he cares but I will just go with the flow till he back stabs me unexpectedly again, just having a fabulous time while waiting for this to happen. One thing puzzles me however. When he ditched me, it was because we were getting too close, our love making was too intimate for a loveless connection and and and, What about now ? we still have a loveless connection and we have never been closer ! He is so much more intimate with me now like he had never been before, and thats not too close ? Who will ever understand men's logic ?

The " sure thing " man

Everywoman should have one. A sure-thing man.
This is the kind of man that will always say yes whenever you call. Nevermind if you havent spoken to him in months, if you forgot his very existence in your shagbuddies's arms. The sure-thing guy is always happy to hear from you and before you think of a diplomatic excuse why you never call him and wonder how to get him into your pants, it is he who will ask if you want him to come over.
Once he is there with you he will just give you fantastic sex without asking any silly questions or making unreasonable demands. He is happy to get laid and goes straight to the point. He is attractive, funny, warm and unpretentious, he could probably get a relationship but he doesnt want one. He rather have sex with people he knows and feels confortable with, than cruise for strangers in bars. This is even better than a sexfriend since you dont have to bother cultivating the connection with phone calls, emails and meaningless conversations. You can have an affair or a relationship  and pick up your your sure-thing guy after the break up.  Just  think of it as your own private whore that you dont have to pay for. Another advantage is he doesnt expect to stay the night so there is no need to pretend yawning or say you must get up really early. Its a most conveniant kind of lover ! We should all have one, I have two !

confidant and sexy black man

A classy black man walked in the Center I where I work and asked me for an article that took a few minutes to look up, as it met with his approval, I put it in a bag for him and gasped in surprise as he said :
fine, I ll have that and your phone number too.
Did I mention I didnt look sexy at all and I even wore my wedding ring ?
I looked him over, smart dark clothes, designer reading glasses, intelligent eyes and a no nonsense attitude. I took the risk of repeating :
You would like my what ?
Your phone number.
Are you hitting on me ? I asked jokingly.
Yes I am hitting on you , he answered flirtatiously, I need your number to ask you out , now can I have it ?
I was a little dumbfounded and needed a few minutes to think about it, I had been wanting something new to squeeze as I get bored with dating the same sexfriends over again but that dude was awfully sure of himself. Then I noticed a lady waiting for her turn, a decision had to be made quickly....I scribbled my number on the center's business card and handed it to the man hurriedly before moving on to my next customer.
He pocketed it without a word and left.
During my lunch break I got a text from someone called Ayo, oh good , an African, yummy ! Since his German and his English were flawless I wasnt sure where he came from. The next day, Ayo and I arranged to meet for a drink in my favourite club. He looked different, more relaxed, smiling and wearing jeans. The conversation was a lot of fun, as he asked me to tell him all about myself, I lied and pretended there was nothing much to say. He didnt push.
Later on his voice got lower and intimate as he revealed he had been to my Center before and returned because he really wants to squeeze me. " Squeeze me " I said , what a funny way to put it. I had so missed being wooed by a new black man ! At this point I gave him my usual  " Im 50 years old so walk away now if you dont like mature women, I dont want a relationship so this can only be casual sex " speech. He said I hardly looked forty and he wants casual anyway so thats fine, could he see me again ? Lets go to my place, I purred, and we left the club in front of a few eastern Europeans giving us dirty looks and making some not very nice comments.
Ayo asked when was the last time I had sex and  was surprised it was with a white man, I explained that although I do prefer black men I will date people based on their charm and their confidence, not on their colour. Back at my place, my cat sniffed his hand and decided he could come in. Good sign ! We had great sex but only for half an hour. Did I scare him when I warned he couldnt stay the night because sleeping next to someone is too intimate for me ? He retaliated by not kissing me as he finds kissing is something he can only do when he is in love. Oh man this was turning to a dick measuring contest ! Post sex. Ayo  was unrolling his used condom from his ...rather large black  manhood , to throw it away and  he kept asking if I had enjoyed it and if I'd like to see him again, I  giggled and asked if according to him , I had had a good time. Dude, I purred, you were inside my body, you saw my face and heard my voice, do you think I had a good time or not ? I hate it when men ask this silly question, cant they tell ? And what are you supposed to say anyway ? If you tell them it was fabulous they might get cocky, if you tell them it was nice they will feel devastated. What do you say to a  man post sex ?
I really felt like saying half an hour is not enough for me, I need at least an hour but it wouldnt have been polite. Did he read my thoughts ? Because his next words were : Next date I will actually have more time and we will do it plenty. He had left for a while when my cat and I were watching " criminal minds" on tv and he rang. I guess I'll have more of him next week then...
I do like a savy sexy confidant black man.....
P.S.
A week later I was feeling quite horny and rang Ayo who turned up an hour later and showed me what he is capable of... wow ! we had breathtaking sex this time. Wonderful, energising, fabulous , incredible sex. Yum, this could be my next fuckbuddy.
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