One of those things I have always wanted to do in this life is to have sex with a very handsome man on a balcony, sixth to tenth floors up a very tall building and having just the moonlight and the busy city noise clouding above our sweaty naked bodies, wet tongues and composed moans. Well, he’s made my sex fantasy a reality… finally!
I sex-starved myself for over three months (90 days). Why? Because I couldn’t find a guy perfect enough for me. The few I came across were either too familiar, potbellied, unbearably lazy, full of complains or jobless. Irritating.
Then came this old friend of mine whom, for some odd reason, has been just a friend for years. He’s never asked me out. But would always tell me, “the day I will handle you eh Joan…”
One day he called me up, just to chat and find out about my health, work, and family and so on. Then, he called again, again and again. I sensed something more was coming. But what would it be? In one of his calls he said, “Sweet girl, so when will you visit me so I can touch you and make you feel things?”
Sex starved, ready to have some fun, and with a handsome friend of mine, it was easy to break the fast. I needed some fun. So, playing around like a teenager was totally unnecessary. We had a first and second date and they were all memorable.
During our next phone chat, he asked what I would love for him to do to me. He asked about my sex fantasies as I asked of his too. I told him, I always wanted to be fucked on a balcony of a very tall building under the moonlight. He laughed [and shook his head] and we went on chatting away into the early hours of the next day.
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When he asked me to come over for the third time, he said due to circumstances beyond his control, we would go to a guest house. I told myself, “Ugh, this can’t be good.” When a single brother refuses to take you home it could be a red flag. But little did I know that he had everything planned.
I arrived before him. Entered a super large suit he’d reserved. Everything was available. I felt special, happy and excited. I quickly unpacked, took a warm bath and wore the sexy outfit I’d chosen for a night like this. I ‘prepared’ myself for him. I was counting down the minutes till his arrival. When he called and said the words, “I’m coming”, my heart skipped. I suddenly became nervous, but excited. I rushed to brush my teeth, sprayed another round of perfume and did a last minute check. All was good.
I heard the doorbell and ran to welcome him with open arms but he’d arrived with someone… someone carrying so much food. He’d ordered me a buffet for dinner. As much as I was hungry, I wanted to eat him instead. So bad.
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He quickly showered and came to meet me in the living room smelling like lavender, everything started. It had been an entire day of preparation; He’d prepared my body, mind and spirit for him.
We began on the couch, under deem light from the television. Touching, kissing and licking each other. He loved using his tongue on every part of my body and enjoyed flipping me to positions which best suited him. (Thank God I was shaved).
The kissing grew intense, so intense we could barely breathe or hear ourselves.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Someone is at the door… I will be right back!
