How would you describe your vision of the ideal man? The type of man you want to be with. The type of man you never tire of fucking. Every woman has a vision of her ideal man. Real men are confident, take charge, protective, faithful. Always there when you need them. They listen, are decisive, take action and above all, know how to fuck their women and make them cum. This is the essence of a man.
You and I have been neighbors in our apartment complex for 3 weeks, exchanging polite hellos and brief conversation on topics we really didn't give a damn about. Yes, there was an attraction between us. I've undressed you in my mind way too often. Two people know when that spark, that unspoken desire enters your body when you are near that person. How many times in your life have you missed an opportunity to fuck someone you were attracted to just because you didn't have the nerve to say what you wanted?
I walked toward you shirtless on that August night. Confident, slow methodical stride, the walk of a man with a purpose.
"Hey, whats up Ryan, why so serious", you said as I approached.
"Just have something that's been on my mind for a while and need to take care of it."
"Oh yeah, what's that?" you giggled.'
How would you describe your vision of the ideal man? The type of man you want to be with. The type of man you never tire of fucking. Every woman has a vision of her ideal man. Real men are confident, take charge, protective, faithful. Always there when you need them. They listen, are decisive, take action and above all, know how to fuck their women and make them cum. This is the essence of a man.
You and I have been neighbors in our apartment complex for 3 weeks, exchanging polite hellos and brief conversation on topics we really didn't give a damn about. Yes, there was an attraction between us. I've undressed you in my mind way too often. Two people know when that spark, that unspoken desire enters your body when you are near that person. How many times in your life have you missed an opportunity to fuck someone you were attracted to just because you didn't have the nerve to say what you wanted?
I walked toward you shirtless on that August night. Confident, slow methodical stride, the walk of a man with a purpose.
"Hey, whats up Ryan, why so serious," you said, as I approached.
"Just have something that's been on my mind for a while and need to take care of it."
"Oh yeah, what's that?" you giggled.
"Brie,... You and I have flirted with each other for a while and I'm at a point where I want to say whats on my mind."
'Yeesss?," you said.
"I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you tonight, like right now."
Needless to say, this took you by surprise,
'Uhh...I..um."
'Shh, relax come with me," I said as I took your hand and led you to my apartment.
We entered and I picked you up and carried you to the bedroom. The room was cluttered with my clothes and belongings and I made space on the bed. I was wearing loose fitting running shorts without underwear and my cock gets hard quickly, especially with an attractive girl. The bulge was noticeable and your hand made its way to the front of my shorts grabbing and squeezing my rock hard dick through the fabric. You pulled them to the floor and my hard boner stood upright, aching for attention.
I began to undress you, removing your v-neck tank top and unbuttoning your shorts while kissing your neck. I have a good sense of a woman's body and where to touch and focus my attention. I slid my hands underneath the back of your panties, tracing my fingers down your ass crack and over your ass cheeks, squeezing and lifting them. I bent my head to suck your nipples, softly biting, licking, sucking each and flicking my tongue on your titty until it became hard and erect. My fingers moved your panties to the side and found their way to your wet pussy where I fingered you and felt your wetness, my mouth still nursing on your breasts. You kissed my neck, biting my ear.