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Gentler
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Last Saturday night I noncon'ed my date Belinda after which she and I had great sex. You can read all about it in the Humor Forum.
Before I get into last night's date let me just say that between Sunday and yesterday, she has called me, emailed me, texted me -- nonstop! If it were anybody else this would have become tiresome really quick. But this chick is really REALLY hot. Speaking frankly, she's way out of my league.
Belinda is about 5'6" with shoulder length light brown hair that's naturally straight, but she styles it in various ways. She's not overly athletic but she takes this Salsa dance class two or three times a week and she does a lot of walking and bicycle riding when weather permits. She's in way better shape than I am.
Her face is like that of an angel. I don't know how else to describe it. Her beauty is so natural she looks terrific with or without makeup. She has green eyes that I'll just fall right into if I look at them for more than two or three seconds.
Before last Saturday, we'd been on two dates previously. They were enjoyable, but when I would try to casually put an arm around her or express anything beyond friendship, she'd pull back. I knew she was regularly seeing another guy, but I don't think it was all that serious. Just the same, I couldn't seem to move forward which was frustrating.
Last Saturday was a blur of wild sex the like of which I may never experience again.
Last night was different. We got carry-out from this really good Chinese Restaurant. She had Moo Goo Gai Pan. I had General Tso's Chicken. The previous Saturday she noticed my video collection which is about 80% retro cartoons both on DVD and VHS. Warner Brothers, ASCAP, Merrie Melodies, Hanna Barbera, etc. So last night we snuggled on the couch in front of the TV and watched an hour or so of her personal favorite, Rocky and Bullwinkle.
During the show we were in each others arms, and every now and then she'd give my ribs or stomach a little tickle. I don't think she was even consciously doing this. After last Saturday, I know where her worst spots are. She had already removed her sweater and was wearing stretchy denim jeans with a sleeveless silky looking tan-pink top.
She let out a small scream when I grabbed her lower sides and started working them. She started flailing uncontrollably as I moved on top of her. Her elbow nailed my chin which hurt like hell and made me see stars for a few moments.
She was still examining my chin and telling me how sorry she was when I grabbed her rib cage and started playing it like an instrument. Her arms clamped down involuntarily, but my hands were already entrenched and working their way up.
She was in absolute hysterics, no longer in control of her reactions. Slowly, my wiggling fingers worked their way closer and closer, and finally into her armpits. She was on her back and I was straddling her on the sectional couch. When it seemed she had serious trouble breathing, I stopped. Also, the couch sections had been moved slightly apart from each other.
We straightened the couch up and sat back down. Ten or fifteen minutes later, she shifts sideways on the couch and to my surprise and delight she rested her calves on my lap with her sock feet within easy reach. She was smiling nervously, and blushing.
We then played this little game in which I would slowly tickle her feet while she would see how long she could take it. As I traced a finger slowly up and down the arch of one foot, then the other - she scrunched her face and her head seemed almost to vibrate. When I got to the crease between the ball of her foot and the toes, she'd totally lose it every time and pull away, trembling.
On the last go-round I shifted my right leg and trapped her feet with a scissor hold firmly around both ankles. She screamed "NO" as I pealed off both her socks. For the next several minutes, I clawed and scratched vigorously at her bare feet. She went berserk. I dug my fingers into that crease I spoke of and in between her toes. I vigorously raked my clawed fingers up and down her arches. She begged and pleaded for me to stop, but I just kept going.
When I finally stopped it wasn't because of her begging but because my legs got tired and I was in danger of her feet kicking free and doing some real damage. There was one or two moments where she almost nailed my balls which no doubt would have left me eligible for the soprano section of Saint Paul's Cathedral Choir.
We didn't even go up to the bedroom this time. we just threw a blanket on top of the carpet and went to town right on the floor like a couple of animals. Without going into a lot of detail the first climax was simultaneous as we clutched each other. For the second time that night I saw stars.
She slept with me and left my place about six this morning to go home and get ready for work. Fortunately I had the foresight and had already arranged to take the day off! I am freaking exhausted but at the same time I've never felt better.
Before I get into last night's date let me just say that between Sunday and yesterday, she has called me, emailed me, texted me -- nonstop! If it were anybody else this would have become tiresome really quick. But this chick is really REALLY hot. Speaking frankly, she's way out of my league.
Belinda is about 5'6" with shoulder length light brown hair that's naturally straight, but she styles it in various ways. She's not overly athletic but she takes this Salsa dance class two or three times a week and she does a lot of walking and bicycle riding when weather permits. She's in way better shape than I am.
Her face is like that of an angel. I don't know how else to describe it. Her beauty is so natural she looks terrific with or without makeup. She has green eyes that I'll just fall right into if I look at them for more than two or three seconds.
Before last Saturday, we'd been on two dates previously. They were enjoyable, but when I would try to casually put an arm around her or express anything beyond friendship, she'd pull back. I knew she was regularly seeing another guy, but I don't think it was all that serious. Just the same, I couldn't seem to move forward which was frustrating.
Last Saturday was a blur of wild sex the like of which I may never experience again.
Last night was different. We got carry-out from this really good Chinese Restaurant. She had Moo Goo Gai Pan. I had General Tso's Chicken. The previous Saturday she noticed my video collection which is about 80% retro cartoons both on DVD and VHS. Warner Brothers, ASCAP, Merrie Melodies, Hanna Barbera, etc. So last night we snuggled on the couch in front of the TV and watched an hour or so of her personal favorite, Rocky and Bullwinkle.
During the show we were in each others arms, and every now and then she'd give my ribs or stomach a little tickle. I don't think she was even consciously doing this. After last Saturday, I know where her worst spots are. She had already removed her sweater and was wearing stretchy denim jeans with a sleeveless silky looking tan-pink top.
She let out a small scream when I grabbed her lower sides and started working them. She started flailing uncontrollably as I moved on top of her. Her elbow nailed my chin which hurt like hell and made me see stars for a few moments.
She was still examining my chin and telling me how sorry she was when I grabbed her rib cage and started playing it like an instrument. Her arms clamped down involuntarily, but my hands were already entrenched and working their way up.
She was in absolute hysterics, no longer in control of her reactions. Slowly, my wiggling fingers worked their way closer and closer, and finally into her armpits. She was on her back and I was straddling her on the sectional couch. When it seemed she had serious trouble breathing, I stopped. Also, the couch sections had been moved slightly apart from each other.
We straightened the couch up and sat back down. Ten or fifteen minutes later, she shifts sideways on the couch and to my surprise and delight she rested her calves on my lap with her sock feet within easy reach. She was smiling nervously, and blushing.
We then played this little game in which I would slowly tickle her feet while she would see how long she could take it. As I traced a finger slowly up and down the arch of one foot, then the other - she scrunched her face and her head seemed almost to vibrate. When I got to the crease between the ball of her foot and the toes, she'd totally lose it every time and pull away, trembling.
On the last go-round I shifted my right leg and trapped her feet with a scissor hold firmly around both ankles. She screamed "NO" as I pealed off both her socks. For the next several minutes, I clawed and scratched vigorously at her bare feet. She went berserk. I dug my fingers into that crease I spoke of and in between her toes. I vigorously raked my clawed fingers up and down her arches. She begged and pleaded for me to stop, but I just kept going.
When I finally stopped it wasn't because of her begging but because my legs got tired and I was in danger of her feet kicking free and doing some real damage. There was one or two moments where she almost nailed my balls which no doubt would have left me eligible for the soprano section of Saint Paul's Cathedral Choir.
We didn't even go up to the bedroom this time. we just threw a blanket on top of the carpet and went to town right on the floor like a couple of animals. Without going into a lot of detail the first climax was simultaneous as we clutched each other. For the second time that night I saw stars.
She slept with me and left my place about six this morning to go home and get ready for work. Fortunately I had the foresight and had already arranged to take the day off! I am freaking exhausted but at the same time I've never felt better.
