When he closed the door behind him I started crying like I was insane. I could not believe that sex could make my body feel so amazing. I had many thoughts going through my mind at once and I had to call one of my friends to ask why was I crying?… although I knew they were tears of joy.
Sex and love are clearly different from each other if you really pay attention. I knew this was purely a physical attraction and there was no love involved. Never before had I been with a lover where I felt we were an esthetic equal. He was beautiful I was beautiful but for some reason I felt extraordinarily beautiful and even though I didn’t share his youth or his nearly perfect body I did not feel less than…I felt more than..
I had no idea what his purpose was or how he felt during the experience but I knew that I wanted to feel like that again. For almost a month after our first sexual encounter my body could feel that intensity and I was even having trouble sleeping waking up during the night thinking of him inside me. Now I understand why sex can cause you to make huge mistakes.
It was a couple of days before my birthday and I asked if he could break me off again and then he started acting nonchalant. I was pissed because he was the one who asked “Shall we do this again” before he left my apartment when I was not expecting to ever see him again.
He was bi-sexual and he requested that I dress like a woman for our encounter. That wasn’t a problem for me because I wear women’s clothing so I didn’t feel like I was about to do something outrageous just for sex. During our conversation with him acting nonchalant he began requesting more from me. At that point I told him “I have reached my limit on what I’m going to do for some d**k so if you don’t want to come back that is fine with me.” He says “Oh I want to come back.”
Well at that point as you can imagine I was turned off. How dare this 25 year old boy think he has that kind of authority on me.. I know that I told him that he turned me out but that did not give him license to think I was now his slave.
The day before my birthday he contacted me and said he could come over. It was about an hour before I had to go to work. I wanted to see him but it was going to be a rush. If I didn’t have to do so much preparation for him to come over perhaps I could have worked it out.
I told him that I would try to make it happen so I went to take a shower and everything inside of me was saying “do not to let him come over.” I got back on my computer and I said “You can’t come over today or any other day.
I don’t know who you are but the sexual experience I had with you was a moment that I will never forget. I don’t know what you’re looking for but I’m not it!!!” His response was “ok”
I was trying to figure out a way to have the upper hand and although this was not the plan I knew that he knew he was not playing with an amateur. I was so proud of myself and everyone I told the story to could not believe that I blew him off (no pun intended) but at the same time they thought it was very mature of me.
A month later he contacted me and he wanted to come over. This time I put in a few request of my own and he no longer had the nonchalant attitude that he conveyed before. I guess I showed him I what I thought of myself.
Finally I got to feel him inside me again and I was even greeted with a kiss. I have no idea who taught this young man how to be a good lover but even his kiss was incredible. His mouth tasted of mint. The sex was amazing once again and this time I let him into my bedroom.
There was no talking just body language and when he was through taking advantage of my body I laid there weak with pleasure. He got dressed, kissed me on the lips and said see you later. It was the last time I saw him but it is a memory I will never forget.