(Dear Reader,

This is indeed a work of fiction. My hope however, is that through this fictional lens you will get a vibe for me the author and for what I'm looking for. Then, who knows! Maybe we'll make fantasy a reality.)

So! I posted a few days ago and managed to attract the attention of a really special woman. We hit it off with some fun banter and swiftly moved elsewhere to continue the conversation. Once there we were quickly discovered how much fun it was to share voice notes and clips and that we were indeed attracted to one another. She loved my masculine build, well kept facial and body hair. Fit without being 0% body fat, she said she appreciated that I clearly have a life but also haven't gone full dad bod! As a self conscious person, this really made me feel comfortable. Furthermore, the video conversations really drove things home for me. She was beautiful! And her personality made her physical beauty shine even more! I appreciated that she too was a fan of staying fit, also not a six pack model or a size zero but we joked about maybe getting a more conventional workout in sometime!

On the flip side she said my willingness to be upfront about my relationship situation and honesty really made her want to give me the best head of my life. Needless to say... I was pretty jazzed. Being married and not in a terrible relationship, but one with some sexual anorexia is a touchy point and I'm not proud, but I am Grateful!

Ok ok ok, what ya'll are all here for. So, we decided to meet for lunch and go to a movie and god willing do the deed in a dark theater and if that didn't work out we'd dip and go to my car. So we do lunch! And it phenomenal! We laugh. We flirt. Obviously I buy. We each have a drink and before too long we're both antsy to get to the theater, so we check to see if theres an earlier show time and there is! Different movie but we really don't care. I go up to the bar to pay rather than wait on our server and we head over to the theater!

I've been remiss in not painting the scene a little bit here. forgive me. The wonderful woman in this retelling we will call B. B is 26, she is 5'6" and a gorgeous brunette with the most mischievous chocolate brown eyes your could imagine. She showed up to our "date" in a cute flowy top that revealed just the most delightful swell of her, what she called, tiny tits (which I have to say they were not tiny! I'm not good at sizes but they were these perfect little handfuls... we'll get to that!). Any way, great top and a little denim miniskirt! I died. As for me! I am 5'10", sandy brown hair, green eyes, a solid jaw line with lightly salted scruff that i keep in line and well groomed. I wore a blue button up and nice fitting slacks!

Yeesh, I'm bad at this. Sorry! So. The Theater. We get there. we get settled towards the back. and we wait. While we do, B decides to be funny. She runs her hand up my thigh and absolutely teases me without actually touching my bulge. As she does, I ask if I'm allowed to touch her, she says, "Only where I'm touching you". I must have looked like an idiot Because she chuckled and grabbed my hand and placed it on her where hers was on me! This woman, between her lithe little fingers and the damn crook of her smile, got me throbbingly hard before the lights go down. Her skin was like silk and i mimicker her motions, drawing her skirt up, running my hand over her waist, kneading the muscles in her quads and inner thighs...

Miracle of miracle, no one else showed up! Look. Let me just say this. I recently heard a podcast about the Gluck Gluck 9000. If you are not familiar I highly recommend! Long story short, B, is over 9000!! She moved my hands up to her chest, grinned and then moved around to get on her knees in front of me. I reached down and she grabbed my hand, "The touching part for you is over. Watch your movie." and the grin! I'm telling you I almost nutted in my pants.

She slowly undid my belt and pulled my pants down till I popped loose. She equated the head of my cock to a blowpop and proceeded to show me exactly what she meant.

She licked the head. Her hand gripping the base. She massaged the head of my cock with her tongue in a way I did not thing was possible. As it happens, my head is particularly sensitive and I thoroughly enjoyed her attention.

Honestly, it all goes hazy after that. She took me into her mouth. She bobbed. She stroked. She moaned on it. It was wet. Hot. And everything I've literally dreamed about. Eventually I told her I was about to cum and offered to cum in some napkins I'd grabbed. She said, "Fuck That. This is mine. Give it to me." And she squeezed my balls, sucked me back down her throat and I bucked like a horse, shooting ropes into her perfect little mouth.

Now thats the end of the BJ story... But i'd be lying if I said I didn't want to return the favor! And spoiler alert. She let me.

Well thats it from me today. I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did! And B. Thank you. Always.