In ancient myths the unicorn is depicted as a male creature, however in modern times we lean more toward a female depiction. Due to the rarity of what I bring to the table, I consider myself a "unicorn" of sorts. My husband? Not so much. He's more like a llama. I never even considered the thought of another unicorn, a male unicorn, but...I believe I've met one.
On the website a faithful wife should never be on, his username instantly piqued my interest. In my past life (or basically my entire decade of being in the 20s) my type was very specific: super tall, preferably dark hair, pierced and covered in tattoos. Bonus points if he played the guitar and even more so the bass!
Truthfully that never stopped being my type, but the path that my life took didn't cross paths with many men of that specific genre. As soon as I creeped his pictures I was smitten, taken back to being twenty years old and loving the feeling of tattooed skin against my lips. I can't even remember now if he messaged me or I messaged him, but there was an instant connection. Fairly quickly I gave him my Snap.
We dirty flirted late into the night with the promise we'd make it happen to meet each other. I'll be honest and say my communication skills aren't the best during the work week. My job is nonstop human interaction and sometimes I disassociate without meaning to. But this gorgeous man was sweetly persistent in the best way. He really wanted me to come over Thursday, but there was absolutely no way I could swing that. However my Friday evening suddenly became free with an alibi, and when I offered he jumped at the opportunity.
I had to wait until his children went to sleep. He kept apologizing, thinking I was going to be annoyed or upset. In reality it just made me more attracted to him, thinking of him being a good Dad. Finally he was able to have me come over and just pulling up outside his house I knew this was going to be an experience to say the least.
He came outside to escort me in, the gentleman. He took me in through the biggest garage I've ever seen in my life, up a small flight of stairs into the house. The house. Goodness sakes alive. This man did not flex at all, but this was the most amazing house I've ever been in. Had I been able to design a perfect home, it would have been almost carbon copy of it. I wanted so much to explore, but of course we couldn't. He led be into to the master suite. Although I mentioned it earlier as a tease, he truly was a gentleman. We had great conversation before he made a cheeky innuendo that turned into us ever so passionately kissing.
He softly but firmly told me to get on the bed. He laid me down and kissed me before slipping off my pants. With deft hands he fingered my pussy and gave himself away with a moan that had a bit of a voice crack. He was enamored with how wet I was, I knew. As if he could read my mind, he made his way down my body with his handsome face ending up between my legs. I couldn't help but my run my fingers through his hair and stroke his face. He was just so God damn sexy and what I ever did to get the honor of having this man WANT to eat my pussy, I'll never know.
My husband doesn't eat pussy. He doesn't like it. He'll do it, scarcely and since he doesn't enjoy it he's not good at it. Therefore I don't even bother asking. I've had it done by other men, and it's felt great, even amazing at times. But never had I actually had a genuine orgasm from it being done. And furthermore, although other partners have made me squirt, cream and damn near pass out from pleasure, no one, no one had ever made me cum like I can make myself cum.
Until him. My unicorn.
He had my legs spread and focused mostly on my clit. He used he fingers, expertly, but the main focus was his mouth oh God, that mouth, was on my clit. I moaned and whined my praises of his skill, gripping his hair and sometimes holding his hand, which made my heart skip a beat and my pussy glisten just a little bit more. I was taken by surprise when I felt the tightening of my pussy walls and the instinctive outward push that happens right before I squirt. Sure enough, seconds later I was squirting in his mouth. I felt him grin and moan in triumph. I could literally hear him swallowing gulp after gulp of my squirt.
