Guess Who's Back?

Dearest Readers,

After seven months of mind-blowing, toe-curling, deeply satisfying sex, I am back.

The guy? He's still here, still my love, still my muse, still my true love.

Yes. Your Scorpio has found quite a match in this one.

He knows of the blog and has asked when I'll be posting some of our adventures. I said soon -- three months ago -- and am now in the process of doing just that.

Let's start with the beginning ... so settle in, relax, grab a beverage and perhaps your favorite toy. My panties are gonna be wet after this -- hope yours are too.

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It started out so simple, so innocent. We reconnected in cyberspace and were friends for a few years. Then some casual back and forth conversation, then he asked if I texted. I replied with my number and soon we were texting. 2400 texts the first month alone, on top of phone calls and emails.

From talking came flirting and from flirting came lust ... and then love.

Of course I fell in lust first :)

We met up for the first time in many years ... I flew in, he picked me up at the airport. As the plane landed, my legs were shaking. I was nervous, worried and confused ... what if this guy turns out to be an asshole? an ax murderer? worse?

I make my way to the public area of the airport and spot him. Incredibly sexy. Tall, dark and handsome -- oh yes. And our first kiss -- it is cliche to say time stood still but it did indeed. I think my panties were soaking from the moment our lips touched.

We got lunch and headed back to the hotel. Six hours later we emerged -- freshly showered, ready for dinner out.

In those six hours we had acrobatic, exhausting sex. We started on the couch, with kissing and touching, clothes removed piece by piece. He then lifted me up, carried me to the bed and spread my legs wide. He dove into my pussy, licking, touching, sucking ... burying his face in my clit as I writhed in joy and anticipation. I came so much his face was shiny as he lifted his head to smile at me ...

I pulled up, and reached for him, stroking his body as I worked my way to his cock. It was, as I will say now and always, the perfect cock for me. Wide enough, long enough, thick enough ... just perfect to fit inside of me. I hadn't had a partner in awhile, so I was incredibly tight and he moaned as he dove into my slick, throbbing pussy. Just by his stroke inside me (and all the mouth and finger play just before), I came again, tightening up further and pushing his cock out of my pussy from the pressure of my orgasm.

He looked at me -- quite surprised -- and promptly filled me full again, pulling my legs on his shoulders as he rubbed and pumped inside me. I could hear and feel the slap of his balls on my ass as he pulled my legs apart -- one on each shoulder -- and buried himself in me. We flipped around to me on top, then doggy style then me bent over the bed for the finish. I came hard then, as he pushed his thumb in my ass as he came, making me gasp and orgasm hard. He struggled to keep his cock inside me -- pushing hard to make sure I didn't push him out again.

We napped after, then fucked again an hour later ... then another hour after that. Soon physical hunger overcame our urge to fuck again and we set out for dinner.

The room? I don't know if the hotel has been able to get the smell of fuck out of it yet.

And that was our first eight hours together ...