Sex Unlimited(3)

Loving someone is like the chaos of war. It's a battle you'll never win because the moment you fall in love, you've forever lost your mind.

The day I fell for Brian I most certainly lost my mind. I also lost my heart. He stole it and I happily let him. Before Brian, I’d never known such all-encompassing love. Finding him gave my life new meaning. Losing him wasn't something I was prepared for. Let me tell you a story about losing the love of my life and how I survived it.

My name is Danielle and this is my true loss story.



I scan down further through the document and the word cock catches my eye.



When we made love, it was always so much more than sex. Brian touched me with a reverence that exuded love and passion. Sex wasn't just physical with us. It was a full mind, body and soul experience.

The first time we made love I was overwhelmed by him; by his bold words. “Watch my cock, Danielle. I want you to watch me move inside you.”

He spoke softly, but every word demanded my full attention. I looked down and watched him penetrate me the first time our bodies were joined. It was truly the most erotic moment of my life. He moved inside of me but it was more than a physical pleasure. With every movement, Brian infiltrated not only my body, but my heart and soul.



Wow, this is new for Dawn. She’s not normally one to write the steamy stuff so descriptively. I’m accustomed to her sex scenes being more fade to black. She must be testing new writing waters with this one. Just that little scene made me feel a tad feverish. Internally I laugh at myself.



I really need to get laid.





A dinging sound brings me out of a deep sleep. I fell asleep at my desk yet again. I adjust my eyes to see what time it is—three in the morning. Well, I made my way through a huge chunk of Dawn’s manuscript; that’s a plus to the late night. The dinging sound rings out again and I see the tab blinking from that website. Clicking on it, I’m shocked to see that I have several ‘nods’ which I’m guessing is the equivalent to the ‘poking’ feature on Facebook. Not only that, but I have an inbox message as well. My brows rise in surprise and I click it.



Dear Candace,

I’m sure you’re getting flooded with messages, but I wanted to attempt to stand out among the rest and just get right to the point. I won’t attempt to woo you in a message. I won’t try to impress you with boastful words. If you're on this site for mind-blowing sex, and a lot of it, then I would venture to say that trying to impress you with well worded niceties is of no value. Instead, I’ll tell you what I’m looking for and if you're looking for something similar then I look forward to your reply.

I like to fuck. Hard. I like to fuck slowly. I also enjoy making love. I like to be pleasured. I love to give pleasure. I like to laugh. I like to make others laugh. I love the female body and testing its limits. I love a lover who will explore new things without shame or embarrassment. I want to make a woman come so hard and in so many ways that her body designs its own special language just for mine.

I hope to possibly learn what you like, too.

Regards,

Brisban C.



Wow.

I read and reread the message over and over. Is this guy for real? I feel a little flushed and a lot nervous. I click on his profile and immediately my eyes focus on a defined chiseled jawline and the most intense blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Then there are his lips. My god … the sexiest lips I’ve ever seen. His dark hair is cut short and he looks like a damn model. He does have a few lines here and there showing his age, so I scan his profile. I learn he’s forty-one years old and likes to play golf. His favorite food is Japanese and his favorite movie is Pulp Fiction.

I click on the reply tab and stare at the blinking cursor.

Blink

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I have absolutely no idea how to reply to this message. How do I respond to that? I feel as if anything I say is going to sound cheesy, so I decide to be blunt and honest just like he was. I have nothing to lose.



Dear Brisban,

Thank you for your rather refreshing and honest message. I will also be honest. I have never done anything like this before, but I divorced a year ago and I’m lonely. I haven’t had sex since my divorce and I‘m craving a man’s touch. I miss sex. I miss a man bringing me to orgasm. I miss giving pleasure to a man.

I don’t have time, nor do I want the drama that comes along with a relationship. Therefore, I am seeking a purely physical relationship with the right man. I like what you presented in your message. If you still wish to talk, I look forward to your reply.

Candace



I click send and start the waiting game again. This is pretty nerve wracking.





MY HEART’S POUNDING, MY PALMS are sweaty and my right leg is bouncing up and down as the nerves dominate my senses. I look at the clock once more. He’ll be here any minute. This is the most exhilarating and the most nerve wrecking feeling of anticipation. I’m wearing a simple black dress and my best push up bra. My age makes me self-conscious of my body, especially when I know this man probably has so many younger options. I know thirty-six isn’t old, but these are no longer my twenty-one year old pair of breasts.