V and I talked for three weeks before we met in person. She said I was the last guy to respond to her ad, and that I was lucky that she hadn’t pulled it down sooner. She didn’t have a profile, but from her post I got a good feeling about her. It turned out I was right, and it wasn’t long before I was hooked.

V told me the craziest, sexiest things. What she planned to do to me. What she wanted me to do to her. Themes of CNC, of rough/dom stuff, of oral and anal and toys and porn and… basically everything on my kink list, and then some. I had been married for 7 years and divorced for almost that long, and in that time I’d never caught even a glimpse at the amount of heat this woman was throwing at me. She was a real-ass woman. Petite, with big tits and a thicc ass. Professional glasses and a wicked smile.

She pushed to meet me at my place. I awkwardly balked and suggested a hotel room. She agreed and we set a date for Friday night.

We met at a nice restaurant close to the hotel room. One look was enough to know this woman was everything I imagined and more. We clicked talking about work and life. One drink and some small talk later and both of us were eager to get back to the hotel.

15 minutes later, back in the room, the energy hadn’t wavered. As the door closed behind us, the next few moments became a blur of passion. In one move, she put her purse down and moved toward me in the dim light. I caught her by the waist as I pulled her in for our first kiss. My lips pressed against hers as she pushed her body against me. Her scent was incredible. Feminine and mysterious. My hands gripped her waist, rising against her shirt, cupping her breasts as I felt her tongue against mine. My hands went to explore under her shirt. “Slow down,” she purred, a naughty smile across her face. Holding her gaze, I told her bluntly, “I want to eat your pussy,” and her smile bloomed further. “Oh yeah?” she said, staring me in the eyes, as she backed herself onto the bed.

I grabbed her calves, then her thighs, pushing them back above her head and exposing her black panties. She yelped as I kissed her pussy through the soft fabric. Laughing, she tried to push me away as I kissed and lightly bit the insides of her thighs. That magical noise was all I needed to pull her panties to the side and lick her from her ass to her clit. Her laugh stopped as she inhaled deeply as I dove tongue first inside of her. She made incredible sounds as I sucked on her clit and put a finger inside of her. “Here,” she said, and held my hand, guiding me to her g-spot. “There,” she said, laying back on the bed as I ate her pussy. Another finger against her g-spot got another deep breath out of her, and a wet finger in her ass got a new sound that she hadn’t made before. As she gripped my hair, I pulled out of her, and put my tongue in her asshole. The noise she made can’t be described. Something between a yell and a laugh and a cry, all at the same time.

Since I first met V I had been transfixed by her cleavage, and at that moment all I could think of was what her naked body would look like on the king-sized bed. I got up on the bed, on top of her, kissing her deeply, pussy juice dripping from my face. I pulled off her top. Smiling that incredible devilish smile, she asked me if she should take off her bra. “Let me do it,” I said, undoing her hooks as we continued to kiss and push against each other. Her breasts were better than I could ever expect, full and perky with big nips that demanded attention. I asked if I could suck on them, and V laughed at my question and pushed my face toward her thick tits. V moaned deeply as I sucked and bit each nipple separately, and then both at the same time. Feeling that I was wearing entirely too much clothes, I started taking off my shirt. She undid my pants, and soon we were both naked in the darkness together.

I kissed her lips, her neck, her nips, her breasts, her belly and downwards, teasing her body with my hands and lips and tongue and teeth. My tongue on her clit, she fucked my face until she came with that same beautiful laugh/cry sound that I’ve come to love so much. Her amazing noises kept me going, sucking and licking as she squirmed as she came. I kept going, juices flowing down my chin. In that moment she yelled “STOP,” and pushed me away. “Why do men do that?” she asked. “Men get to cum and then relax. Why can’t women get a chance to enjoy themselves??”

So, covered in pussy juice, I backed off, both of us glowing, letting her bask in her golden moment. And instead of fucking in that moment, we talked, and touched, naked and enjoying each other’s company. I don’t know if it’s something I said, or something I did, but not long later she gave me that look and we were back on. The night continued in that quiet darkness, but at 900 words and counting, I’ll have to continue the story another time.