This is the true story of my experiences with my new girl friend. She contacted me with a short email through a dating site called Emode.
We'd exchanged emails for a week, two or three each day. After almost a week we talked on the phone. I wasn't a current member of the site at the time, but resubscribed so I could get her compatibility rating. 94%! Hmmm, this could be very interesting.
I asked to meet her, for a date. She asked if that was correct, we should meet? (She'd never done any Internet personals before.) I told her yes, in my experience I'd always meet my email correspondent at some point. She agreed to meet me for dinner Sunday, my 17 year old daughter agreed to babysit.
Our first date lasted five hours! She's exceptional, able to carry on a good conversation, beautiful, and very desirable. So in one of the next emails my new French girl friend asked me how I felt while holding her. This is my reply, her response is at the end. I hope you enjoy it.
She's shy, and I didn't want to upset or offend her, but I wanted her to know that I desired her, and that I would be worth persuing. I think I suceeded!
As to how I felt when I was holding you...dare I say it - aroused.
I felt very comfortable and warm. I felt a bit powerful. I felt you, soft yet firm, supple and shapely. I FELT GREAT! I'm sorry, but I have to say it's hard to contain myself, so, power to you. 8-)
(Note: This was a funny thing she'd started, who had the power in the relationship? I liked it and so continued it.)
I really like that our cheeks are so close when I hold you. Rubbing my cheek against yours is very erotic. I'm that way, I like to touch, gently; to stroke your skin, run my fingers through your hair. I liked holding your neck, I really like your neck. I liked pulling our heads back to look into your eyes, you have beautiful, deep, large eyes. I can't say I was able to determine the color, the light was never quite good enough, but I'd venture green or hazel.
I want to trace your face with my fingers. I'll start at a temple rubbing slowly, then glide my fingers down the side of your face, locating your elegant cheek bone. I'll trace gently across your cheek bone to your french nose. I'll play with your nose, running my finger up and across the bridge of your nose, taking in its shape at the tip, savoring the shape and texture of that lovely proboscis. Having satisfied myself there, I'll move softly and slowly to your jawline, outlining your jaw, ending at your chin. I'll fondle your chin with my thumb and forefinger. Then I'll move up to your perfect lips. Those soft, luscious lips I'll brush with my fingertip, perhaps pulling your lower lip out slightly with my thumb and finger. I'll trace your face do several times perhaps, alternating sides, relaxing you at one moment, tantalizing you at another, teasing you at yet another.
Nothing else shall take place for some time while I'm doing this, I may be holding you with one arm while I do this, bringing you to a level of pleasure you may not have experienced before, I don't really know. I want to send tingles up and down your spine, I want your hair to stand up, quivering with sensation. I do know that I'll be extremely excited by this too. From there, we'll see. Oh, I do like touching your face so if you like it I'll repeat it. Especially when we are sitting quietly together in a darkened room, just the two of us...
So, that's how I felt holding you. Thank you.
Her response:
Oh, my god!
I could not have expected such a description, it moved me, made me melt all inside.....
You are so bad, so, so, bad! But bad can be nice as to make me more curious of that aspect. I don't know if I would be able to , you make me speechless and at the same time wanting it.
You entirely have me at this instant. How could I ever resist you, how.... your feelings are incredible....
We went to a concert at Wolf Trap Farm Park the following Friday. Peter, Paul and Mary were playing. She'd not ever really heard them perform and was pleased with their music. This is the email I sent her afterward...
I almost feel over when you said that you wanted me to stay over, but your house was a mess so... That was nice, and did sort of prepare me for 'what about your house?' later. Wow, you really got me there!
You started by kissing me, a real French kiss, right there on the grass with Peter singing to us. How could it have gotten any better? I don't know, I was simply in heaven then, kissing you and feeling the desire burning inside you and me. I cannot think of a more romantic setting, a more romantic way, to have our first real kiss together. Just think, a warm summer night; warm, dry, green grass underneath us; on a small hill; with live music playing in the background and just the right amount of light. And you.
Being with you was terrific, no matter what you say about not knowing what to do. I think that's very common when two people get together for the first time in that way. So part of the fun is learning what pleasures each other, experimenting and observing the reactions. You did that, and I think can continue to do that, learning more about what pleases me.
That's the email, here's what happened in detail. I was being cautious since her profile had said she was turned off by erotica.
During the concert intermission we got some food and drink. We ate it on one of the hills behind the pedestrian area. We were enjoying talking and being together and Peter came on, restarting the performance. We stayed there.
She was lying on the grass, I was sitting on my legs above her, facing her, when she reached up, grabbed my neck and French kissed me. I returned the kiss and we held it for a minute or so. That started it, she was hot for me, and I was hot for her. We returned to our seats, but had to wait for the song to end. She held me from behind, pressing her body against me. I turned and kissed her, putting my arms around her. I stroked her back, working my hand down to her ass.
