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Just a short one about something I did a few years back. 100% true!
Back in 2011 I met Georgia, a girl I knew back in college and dated briefly. We never went far as I didn't know what I wanted back then and she wasn't looking to just give it up to anybody unless they were clear that they wanted a relationship. We broke it off when I moved to London for work. It was convenient. I didn't want to be in a relationship and it was quickly becoming something I didn't want so it was best to be honest and call it a day!
I found her in a regular bar of mine talking to a guy and it seemed clear that he was creeping her out so I reintroduced myself and he quickly, although bitterly, became history. All the while I couldn't believe that she hadn't physically changed at all, but for some favourable maturity which served to diminish the gawkiness she was known for back in college.
Georgia was a 5'6" lean B-cup with short blonde hair and stark brown eyes, for the sake of description.
Catching up with her for a few weeks after by text, some very startling facts came to light:
1.) She was still a virgin at the age of 32. I know, go figure. She had been a little too strict on the old "no relationship, no sex" rule and it had left her wound tighter than piano string.
2.) The guy talking to her at the bar was actively stalking her and sexually harassing her and she was there that night because she had caved into his wishes, even going so far to say that she would marry him.
We discussed the possibility that she needed to get laid, which would involve raising her standards and standing up for herself with the creep, not that I hoped she would think of me. I really didn't want to end up in a relationship at that time and I didn't really have the sex drive either, but somehow we managed to end up on a date of sorts.
It was originally just to show the whacko up and to give him the impression that he needed to leave her alone. Who was I to know where it would lead?!
I picked her up at her house, where we stopped in for a beer and a smoke before heading out to said bar, where said whacko turned up like clockwork, saw us and then spent the night trying to chat up the barmaids instead. You probably want to call me cruel. I did it so that he would leave her alone and that was all.
We drank and reminisced through the evening, self-deprecating and showing off equally with stories about our lives and then it was last call. We left and I dropped her off at home again, only she invited me in for coffee. Being the idiot that I was, I love coffee. Not SEX COFFEE, although that is good coffee, but I like to wind down with coffee at the end of a good drink.
We were sitting on her couch when the conversation came up about how she should start looking for better men if that was what she actually wanted, but she explained how frigid and nervous she was and that she didn't know what she wanted. I stressed that she needed to catch up with her age and make up for all the lost fun.
I wasn't trying to get into her knickers but you know where this is going so I'll stop making excuses. The fact is that just as a lifetime without relationships can ruin your chances of having a good long-lasting relationship, not having sex until you're approaching middle age can sure as hell damn your chances of ever relaxing and enjoying it if you ever do have sex.
There are people in the world who die virgins at ripe old ages, believe it or not!
'I can set you up with someone if you like,' I suggested.
'I'd rather not, it would be weird,' she said hopelessly.
'Then what?'
'I don't know, I was thinking maybe you'd want to give it a second chance,' she hinted all too blatantly and I just looked at her.
We were kissing heavily. The taste of her lips was driving me crazy, whetever she had on and unlike when we were younger she wasn't trying to push me away, she was coming onto me and almost grinding up against me through her dress.
I asked if she wanted to go upstairs and she stopped, shaking her head.
'Not now,' she said, 'I want to wait a bit longer...'
Fine, I thought. I didn't want to lead her on or to be led on, but I knew what would make her look at life a little differently.
'I'm going to go if you don't mind, but before I do-
I crept down onto my knees between her legs and hitched up her dress asking her to trust me, that I'd be gentle. She just looked at me with wide eyes, breathing slightly ragged and shaking.
She was wearing white panties underneath but it wasn't long before I had pulled them to one side and began slowly lapping at her musky pink little pussy and sucking gently at her sswelling clit. I grinned all the while, showing her that I was enjoying it. And her face was a picture that I cannot describe other than she seemed to come to life like somebody discovering sexual arousal and pleasure for the very first time.
'You don't need these,' I said about her panties, whipping them off and pushing her knees backward, giving her a show as I dived deep into her pussy and continued to lap away. Her eyes were wide, her mouth was hung open and she was trying not to make a sound but there was no mistaking the sharp breathe that would escape her mouth. I continued to lick her out for the next hour before reaching up to kiss her and to share her taste.
That drove her mad, in the good sense. It was soon my turn to be shocked when I found her grinding her bare wet pussy up against my leg. Right beneath the fabric now soaked by her excitement was the tip of my engorged cock and I pointed it out to her saying 'the only thing stopping me fucking the orgasms out of your soaking pussy right now is the demin I'm wearing. I want you to think about that tonight!'
With that, I kissed her goodnight, put on my jacket and let myself out!
The very next weekend she was desperate to fuck but her pussy was too small for me to fit, but over the course of the month she finally became accustomed to me and let's just say she did finally catch up on lost opportunities.
And we did end up in a relationship, for six months give or take. Sadly we just weren't at all compatible and it ended badly, so don't go asking for a sequel because you're not getting one.
I wrote this story to prove that a man can keep it in his pants. It's true. And if you show a little patience then maybe you too can turn your date into a sex-crazy horn b**st.
Thanks for reading and play safe!
Back in 2011 I met Georgia, a girl I knew back in college and dated briefly. We never went far as I didn't know what I wanted back then and she wasn't looking to just give it up to anybody unless they were clear that they wanted a relationship. We broke it off when I moved to London for work. It was convenient. I didn't want to be in a relationship and it was quickly becoming something I didn't want so it was best to be honest and call it a day!
I found her in a regular bar of mine talking to a guy and it seemed clear that he was creeping her out so I reintroduced myself and he quickly, although bitterly, became history. All the while I couldn't believe that she hadn't physically changed at all, but for some favourable maturity which served to diminish the gawkiness she was known for back in college.
Georgia was a 5'6" lean B-cup with short blonde hair and stark brown eyes, for the sake of description.
Catching up with her for a few weeks after by text, some very startling facts came to light:
1.) She was still a virgin at the age of 32. I know, go figure. She had been a little too strict on the old "no relationship, no sex" rule and it had left her wound tighter than piano string.
2.) The guy talking to her at the bar was actively stalking her and sexually harassing her and she was there that night because she had caved into his wishes, even going so far to say that she would marry him.
We discussed the possibility that she needed to get laid, which would involve raising her standards and standing up for herself with the creep, not that I hoped she would think of me. I really didn't want to end up in a relationship at that time and I didn't really have the sex drive either, but somehow we managed to end up on a date of sorts.
It was originally just to show the whacko up and to give him the impression that he needed to leave her alone. Who was I to know where it would lead?!
I picked her up at her house, where we stopped in for a beer and a smoke before heading out to said bar, where said whacko turned up like clockwork, saw us and then spent the night trying to chat up the barmaids instead. You probably want to call me cruel. I did it so that he would leave her alone and that was all.
We drank and reminisced through the evening, self-deprecating and showing off equally with stories about our lives and then it was last call. We left and I dropped her off at home again, only she invited me in for coffee. Being the idiot that I was, I love coffee. Not SEX COFFEE, although that is good coffee, but I like to wind down with coffee at the end of a good drink.
We were sitting on her couch when the conversation came up about how she should start looking for better men if that was what she actually wanted, but she explained how frigid and nervous she was and that she didn't know what she wanted. I stressed that she needed to catch up with her age and make up for all the lost fun.
I wasn't trying to get into her knickers but you know where this is going so I'll stop making excuses. The fact is that just as a lifetime without relationships can ruin your chances of having a good long-lasting relationship, not having sex until you're approaching middle age can sure as hell damn your chances of ever relaxing and enjoying it if you ever do have sex.
There are people in the world who die virgins at ripe old ages, believe it or not!
'I can set you up with someone if you like,' I suggested.
'I'd rather not, it would be weird,' she said hopelessly.
'Then what?'
'I don't know, I was thinking maybe you'd want to give it a second chance,' she hinted all too blatantly and I just looked at her.
We were kissing heavily. The taste of her lips was driving me crazy, whetever she had on and unlike when we were younger she wasn't trying to push me away, she was coming onto me and almost grinding up against me through her dress.
I asked if she wanted to go upstairs and she stopped, shaking her head.
'Not now,' she said, 'I want to wait a bit longer...'
Fine, I thought. I didn't want to lead her on or to be led on, but I knew what would make her look at life a little differently.
'I'm going to go if you don't mind, but before I do-
I crept down onto my knees between her legs and hitched up her dress asking her to trust me, that I'd be gentle. She just looked at me with wide eyes, breathing slightly ragged and shaking.
She was wearing white panties underneath but it wasn't long before I had pulled them to one side and began slowly lapping at her musky pink little pussy and sucking gently at her sswelling clit. I grinned all the while, showing her that I was enjoying it. And her face was a picture that I cannot describe other than she seemed to come to life like somebody discovering sexual arousal and pleasure for the very first time.
'You don't need these,' I said about her panties, whipping them off and pushing her knees backward, giving her a show as I dived deep into her pussy and continued to lap away. Her eyes were wide, her mouth was hung open and she was trying not to make a sound but there was no mistaking the sharp breathe that would escape her mouth. I continued to lick her out for the next hour before reaching up to kiss her and to share her taste.
That drove her mad, in the good sense. It was soon my turn to be shocked when I found her grinding her bare wet pussy up against my leg. Right beneath the fabric now soaked by her excitement was the tip of my engorged cock and I pointed it out to her saying 'the only thing stopping me fucking the orgasms out of your soaking pussy right now is the demin I'm wearing. I want you to think about that tonight!'
With that, I kissed her goodnight, put on my jacket and let myself out!
The very next weekend she was desperate to fuck but her pussy was too small for me to fit, but over the course of the month she finally became accustomed to me and let's just say she did finally catch up on lost opportunities.
And we did end up in a relationship, for six months give or take. Sadly we just weren't at all compatible and it ended badly, so don't go asking for a sequel because you're not getting one.
I wrote this story to prove that a man can keep it in his pants. It's true. And if you show a little patience then maybe you too can turn your date into a sex-crazy horn b**st.
Thanks for reading and play safe!
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