Date One: Friday night, my apartment. Yes! The Professor had a beautiful, thick head of hair, gorgeous hazel eyes, and a great body. Beginner's luck? I fetched us both a glass of wine and sat him down on the sofa; however, within minutes we were in my bedroom. On my bed. Naked. I was ready to get down to business, but, as I quickly discovered, the Professor liked to talk. And talk. And talk. He spent close to an hour talking about his previous Snatchmaker exploits, particularly about a threesome he had orchestrated the previous Monday morning at 8:00 am. OK, first: I'm a firm believer that sex is a participatory sport and not a spectator one - I would much rather be fucking than listen to somebody talking about falking. Second: I'm barely conscious on Monday mornings at 8:00am. But whatever. I kept looking at the beautiful hair and increasingly erect cock and was able to tune out most of what the Professor was saying. Good choice on my part because the Professor turned out to be a define fuck. Note to self: next time, jump on the Professor right after opening the door, kiss him so he can't open his mouth (at least not to talk, anyway) and lead him right to bed.
Date Two: Saturday night. Fireman arrived at my apartment at the specified time. I had high hopes for the Fireman: he looked divine in the pictures he sent me, and, to my delight and increasingly wet pussy, the pictures had not lied. I led him to bed straight away. Quel horreur! He fucked me like an actor in a porno movie...just banged away in the missionary position while saying over and over "you like that big fat cock, don't you?" He definitely seemed very impressed with...ahem...the length of his hose. Finally I rolled him over, yelled at him to be still and ground myself to a somewhat unsatisfying orgasm (an oxymoron if there ever was one).
Date Three: Maverick seemed promising. Great voice on the phone, handsome in the pictures he sent. Even though he lived almost two hours away, I decided to give him a shot. We sat down on the sofa and he immediately began telling me about the woman to whom he is engaged, and with whom he wants to breed. However, she was not very "sexually adventurous"; ah...I guess that's where I came in! Unlike, the Professor, Maverick was a man of few words in bed, and he got right down to business. He didn't last very long, but he was extremely good at what he did...and we both came at the exact same time. Which feels just about the best that anything can feel: each person at the height of sexual hunger and passion, cock buried as deep in pussy as possible. Good job, Maverick!
So...I was two for three - two good Snatches to one not-so-good Snatch. But maybe more importantly, I was up 6 orgasms.
I decided to keep my membership.
