Being with Francesca is always like a tonic and I feel completely at ease with her idiosyncrasies
Like the way she adores opera and ballet but most important of all - with me being a red blooded guy and all that means; her deep rooted passion which really moves the earth and everything else for me.
When we first met and started learning about each other, our likes and dislikes and how we connected with those things; how we matched interests and how much we were compatible, we both shared a wonderful new and exciting learning curve.
At the age of thirty I discovered the true woman in my life, a woman who had everything, not particularly glamour but real down to earth and no beating around the bush honesty.
She was a northern girl and I soon matched her rich Lancashire accent, So much that she says I speak with a more rich dialect than does she, But you see, that is because of my absolute infatuation for her, which includes the way she speaks, I am completely besotted by her and since we have just passed the learning curve of getting to know each other more intimately, I begin to feel the natural urge to bed and be with her, hook, line and sinker as they say.
She is ten years older than I and laughingly refers to me as her toy boy, but she knows, and we have discussed this, that I am much more than just a play thing, even though she adores to play in the most mind bending way. I am her Adonis she says and she wants to do everything with me.
She teaches me of all the new tricks - and I thought I knew them all, but with Francesca it is like learning all over and I am never adverse to that.
I think she believes I am a little slow in coming forward when it comes to our lovemaking. She tells me the trouble with me is that I always want to play the gentleman, but sometimes girls like a bit of rough, as she puts it. It is just the way I was brought up in a strict religious family environment I guess -but Francesca lovingly tells me that I can still have religion if that's what I want and a lot of sex too. And properly administered they can both weave thrillingly together, because her type of loving means the whole package and all that means; a complete and utter mutual devotion. and when Francesca loves me I have discovered exactly what that means, and I am still discovering.
She is beautiful, she is divine and she is mine! It has come to the point that for her I would readily put my life on the line.
She loves for me to approve of what she wears, especially regarding what she calls her 'mood' attire. She has no hesitation about taking the very shy and bashful me into an Ann Summers store asking how I would like her in this or that and the kinkiest underwear on sale.
"And this, Peter darling, we spoke of this remember?" she was examining closely a rubber vibrating strap-on penis contraption in front of everybody.
She realised my embarrassment stating that most people were in the store looking for something to spice up their sex life but I asked her to whisper.
"You really are so old fashioned Peter, then I shall whisper alright!?"
I nodded but was absolutely thrilled with the delicate way she was handling the goods, folding her hand around the girth of the artificial erectile and squeezing it as she looked at me, focusing her eyes on mine in the most stimulation way. My mind flashing back to the very first time she did that real time, So warm and so softly she manipulated it in the most delightfully stimulating way. He eyes opened wide as she closely examined me like it was a precious work if art. But she insisted it was and delighted in enjoying me to the full, showing me just how good it was to be a guy in the company of a real woman, a woman who enjoyed life and enjoyed sex to the very limit. And that first time, she dressed in the most provocative pair of tight fitting velvet trousers, watching her feminine curvatures so delicious as she bent to give me that so wonderful first oral heaven.
"Peter, I am talking. Francesca to earth, are you receiving?"
"Sorry baby, I was in my own world."
Still handling the strap- on she smiled knowingly, glancing downward provocatively.
"Of course, Peter this could never match Freddy, but it will suit the purpose don't you think?"
That's what she called my manhood, my work of art - Freddy. Like I called her feminine delight, where all us guys came from and forever want to get back inside; 'Cherry.'
She loves to tease with phases like; "Cherry want for her Freddy to pay a visit, and soon" - and when we have so beautifully fucked she adds; "Cherry says goodnight to Freddy" and we slumber, having been thoroughly gratified and I feel soothed and at perfect peace with the world.
That is the effect she (and Cherry) has on me and I know in the morning she will want the same again - after coffee and cornflakes usually.
"I think it is perfect" I replied hoping she would hide it in her shopper basket.
"We shall try it later Peter, Huh?"
"Can't wait" I replied and with a knowing nod from the assistant, she placed ait into her basket.
My mind was wondering again; back tracking to that recent evening when we were speaking about anal sex.
"If that is what you would like I would love to do it with you" I said eagerly. She had a hind which indeed was very tempting and I had fantasized how it would be, fucking her there.
"I meant for me to do it to you" she chuckled. I was stuck for words because imagining a woman doing that to me boggled the mind, having usually associated that happening between two males. That is how naive I was but I never expected for one moment Francesca would want to do that with me so it came as a bit of a shock.
We talked about it. We always promised to be open with each other and discuss our innermost secret thoughts and fantasize, bearing in mind that we may now always like the same things.
"I love you Peter so of course I want to do everything with you. But if you don't like I will gladly understand."
