Sometimes it just slips out. And you catch it right after it is too late. You can't erase it, delete it, take it back. And while telling someone that you LOVE them can be scary, risky, or too much too soon, it is often when you say it without thinking that it has the most meaning. It can be an eye opener as to how you REALLY feel, even if you weren't ready to think about that or deal with that.
After that Sunday, we saw each other for the next few days in one way shape or form. Tuesday, just two days after our first sexual encounter, we were both going to be in another town that was a good distance from our home towns. We agreed to meet after work, get a room, and spend the evening together. He was able to just stay the night there, I finagled it so that as long as I was home by 3 am I was fine.
We were already so comfortable with each other. I wasn't nervous, I was just excited to see him. I got there early, and put his favorite soda and chips in the room...we were planning on watching The Biggest Loser together that evening. It felt so natural, so right, to be planning an evening with Steve.
When he got there, we immediately ravished each other again. I had one thing on the agenda...I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I needed to taste him. There is nothing better. When I first swallowed cum as a young (too young) teenager, I was hooked. Yes, there are better tasting guys than others, but as far as I am concerned it is all good.
We got a little more comfortable with each other...Steven discovered my love of having my ass slapped, and that getting a little rougher was really hot. I also liked being told what he wanted, or what to do. Steven is truly the best person I have ever slept with...he loves my multi orgasmic abilities, and can last and last like no other. It is fabulous...I have known since I figured our masturbation as a teen that I could get off over and over. In fairly rapid succession, and without much effort. I was home from school sick one day, and literally spent hours pleasuring myself over and over and over, seeing what it took, what I liked. Having sex with someone with stamina, and someone who loves sex as much as I do was exhilarating! I am always hoping my husband can stay hard enough get me there...and I have to stay somewhat present. I could truly lose myself in Steven, and know that every need that I could possibly have would be met by him, and then some.
When I satisfied beyond belief, and he was on the brink of orgasm, I looked at him and told him I wanted it in my mouth. He gladly obliged to my delight, and I wrapped my mouth around his hard cock and felt it explode in my mouth...mmmmm...warm tastiness filled my mouth and I held it there a few seconds before swallowing.
As we laid there in our post sex haze, we held each other and marveled at the feeling of this being so right. That we were meant to find each other. That we had both done something so uncharacteristic of ourselves...me posting the Craigslist ad, and him responding. We both took huge risks, and landed in each other's arms. And in less than 10 days, it felt like we had known each other for years.
We left to go get something to eat...Dairy Queen (because eating a Blizzard during The Biggest Loser while fucking another woman's husband in a hotel room is the ULTIMATE in deviant behavior). Not only was Steven hot, amazing in bed, smart, kind, and more...BUT HE IS FUNNY! He had me laughing hysterically at DQ where he gave the poor young employee a hard time...asking her why they had such high security features on the ketchup pumps (they were padlocked closed), and asking her if she knew the meaning of the phrase HUNKY DORIE. Poor girl, we came in like two rowdy teenagers...laughing, being loud, kissing.
The next time we made love that evening, it happened. My guard was down, I was enjoying myself immensely. And mid orgasm, I told him that I loved him.
Shit. Really? Did I really just do that?
He didn't say anything, and afterwards I apologized. Chalked it up to intense sex, and we continued to talk. Steve told me that he wouldn't hold anything against me that was said during sex...that was a relief. I was a little freaked out though, and I am sure he was too. I couldn't help it though, it just blurted out of my mouth!
It was then that Steven told me that he thought that I had a submissive side that we should explore. I remember being taken aback by this...in a good way. For having had previous affairs, and more than a few sex partners in my life, I was so naive. So INEXPERIENCED. And I didn't realize it until Steven became a part of my life. Something about the way he said "we should explore" gave me tingles, and still does. He saw something in me that led him to believe that I might be in to that, and he said so. We talked about other things we were interested in...it was mostly him throwing out ideas and me agreeing to them. I was so excited, and shocked at the things that I had never thought about...all of a sudden I felt almost virginal in my knowledge of all things sexual that were a a bit "outside of the box".
We decided that we should start a list of things we wanted to do. I was so excited!
We spent the rest of the evening cuddling, kissing, napping, watching tv. It was glorious.
He was so sweet...worried about me getting home that late. He talked to me a portion of the drive, and wanted me to call him when I got home.
I knew, that night, that life as I knew it was forever changed in more than one way. I knew that I had found someone that would show me new things, share new experiences with me. I knew that I had found someone that was all that I had wanted and needed, and more. My mind raced with the possibilities...and I couldn't get that submissive comment that he made out of my head.
I became a research FANATIC, reading everything that I could on submission, reading on anything that he had mentioned wanting to try. The possibilities were endless...and I couldn't wait to see what was in store for us...
