I have a need to be filled.
This is such a need, that I am in constant search for things that attempt to fill it. I had never been certain just where the need lie, so many things have been used in my various attempts. I tried bungee jumping, yoga, college classes, dancing, getting married (THAT was not going to do it!), and getting divorced. I tried filling my life with activity⦠and then leaving my life without purpose. The activity suited me, so I continued to do that. I enjoyed the yoga and the dancing, so I kept up those activities as well. Then I found a niche. Writing.
My problem now was a subject matter. I was not real into gore and mystery. People would always be able to tell who my bad guys were because I made them bad. Non-fiction put me to sleep. I liked fantasy, but not the complication of keeping all those fantastical names in my head. I renamed one character 3 times because I could not remember who he was supposed to be. I liked the romance genre best. But it chafed at my practical side to have all happiness and light. Then I read a book by Thea Devine, called āSecret Pleasuresā (Zebra Books 1995 Ā©). It was great, a bit of fantasy, a bit of history, a mystery, and a happy ending. And then there was the sex. So hot it made my fingers burn. My eyes settled on the genre of erotica⦠and I was hooked.
My problem now was that I had all these male figures in my head⦠none of whom remotely resembled the real men I knew. I began to find bits and pieces of men that I had known and liked and used those small parts to create a total figure. Yet, I also wanted to feel the things my heroines were feeling. I have always been sexual, but a vibrator just wasnāt cutting it anymore. I knew I loved sex⦠so I started experimenting with my wilder side. The Internet is a fantastic resource of people and information. So I turned there.
And I met him.
It was strange really⦠I had a profile up that he responded to. And it went from there. We chatted, and discussed our fantasies. He told me what turned him on, and I did the same. We both had some specific physical things that hit our hot spots. For me it was a TALL man⦠and I wanted him to have a big cock. Shallow? Maybe⦠but I knew what I liked and what turned me on. He did too. He wanted a fuller woman⦠who had a curvy ass and a high drive for sex.
So we sent pictures⦠and we were hooked. We chatted off and on, finding out more about each other. He was also very intelligent, and used big words often interspersed into his conversation. I am strange in the fact that big words make me weak in the knees. Words like Epicurean or sybaritic, hedonistic and promiscuous. They get me wet. I was almost in love.
I remember when I picked him up from the airport, he having taken a commuter flight from his home of New York to mine of Maryland. He was so tall, which I adore⦠and made me feel so small in comparison. Which for a 5ā11ā woman in 3-inch heels is tough to pull off. He was beautiful. Blonde, male angles and hard planes⦠muscle and blunt fingertips. He was wearing a soft black suit, and looking so sexy as he came though the terminal door⦠I almost fainted in sheer pleasure. He looked askance at me⦠with a smile on that sexy mouth and his head tilted. We walked toward each other and said hello. I reached up and kissed him softly, lingering in the taste of him for a brief moment. We hugged briefly⦠both of us needing to feel our bodies against each other. We pulled away, knowing that what was in store for later would be much more fulfilling.
We began to walk toward the parking area⦠he not needing luggage for what he came to visit for. I had done as he requested and worn a short snug skirt, a sexy sheer top and my heels. He held his hand to my back as we walked, making me feel the heat of his palm through the thin fabric of my blouse. We got on the escalator to the next level and he stood behind me⦠I felt his cock against my back through his and my clothing. We continued to touch in small minute amounts⦠wanting more and needing to satisfy a craving for one another.
As we walked, the conversation was unknown, unimportant, polite things⦠we both had so many other things on our minds that words were not needed. We moved to an elevator to take us to the top parking level. When we entered I noticed him moving to lean his legs out and support himself with his back against the wall. A second later I had straddled one of his legs and attacked his mouth. We kissed for a few amazing brief seconds⦠making me tingle instantly and throughout my body. It was hot and wild and delicious and TOO SHORT!! The doors opened suddenly⦠making us both think hateful thoughts to the designers of faster elevators. We composed ourselves and finished the walk to my SUV. I knew he was hard⦠and I knew I was wet⦠and we both wanted to find my car and have a few private moments.
Unfortunately the gods were against us⦠and there was someone parked next to me in the out of the way corner I had deliberately chosen. He was plane watching or something because he made no move to leave⦠frustrating us both. It stopped to matter though when we were both in the car and he began to stare at me with this lustful look upon his handsome face. Time stopped and all I saw was the look on his face, all I felt were the shivers in my body and the wetness between my panty-less legs. He reached with his hands and pulled my face toward him. Our mouths met again, and we took our time with this one.
It was a deep and encompassing kiss, making me feel needy to the depths of my being. Our tongues touched and our mouths melded⦠and I melted. We pulled away a few moments later⦠hot and steamy and wanting each other very badly. I smiled and began to pull out for the drive to my home.