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for
some time to come.
    But it would be so
worth it, I bet.
    My eyes widen as
Mike takes himself in his hand and starts to stroke. He grows
unfathomably larger before my eyes, and I swallow hard.
    I can’t help
myself when I giggle and voice my inner thoughts. “I hope that
will fit.”
    A blinding smile
peels across his face, and he laughs. “You’re funny. But
no worries… I’m going to have you so wet, I’ll
slide right home. Trust me.”
    And I do for some
reason. Because he is standing before me, radiating sexual charm and
a confidence that is unmatched. Besides… he’s Number
134. He’s been around the block a time or two.
    I guarantee he knows
what he’s doing, and that’s good enough by me.

My bedroom door
flies open and Macy comes barreling in, launching herself on top of
me.
    “Tell me, tell
me, tell me! I want details. I was too tired and couldn’t stay
awake for you to tell me last night when you got home.”
    Snickering, I think
to myself, That’s because I didn’t come home last
night.
    I had gotten in
around 5:30 AM and, as I glance over at the clock, I see it’s
only a little after eight. Mike and I had stayed up all night and
into the wee hours of the morning. I don’t even remember the
amount of times we had sex… or in between having sex, fooled
around. It was a cornucopia of kisses, licks, touches, thrusts, and oh, shit … just thinking about it now makes my girlie
parts start to wake up on overdrive.
    I snuggle back down
into my blankets as a smile plays across my face, thinking about last
night.
    Mike had indeed
given me two orgasms to start out with. He had stripped my bra and
panties off, leaving the Louboutins on because he said they were
“sexy as fuck”. Pulling my legs apart and crawling in
between, he’d proceeded to show me that, with his mouth alone,
I could come twice in under five minutes.
    Taking the lead as
he promised, he chose missionary to start out, granting me another
quick orgasm as his hand worked me and his hips pumped hard. He then
flipped me over on my hands and knees and brought me to the promised
land once again. Only then, did he finally come for the first time.
    He didn’t need
long to recover and, in between, we shared a bottle of water and
talked about mundane stuff, neither one of us willing to reveal what
we did for a living. We talked about movies and the arts, and then,
all of a sudden, Mike picked me up off the bed and carried me out
onto the balcony. It was dark and we were sheltered, but New York
buzzed below us. He took me from behind again while I gazed out over
Central Park and tried not to scream too loudly when nirvana struck
me.
    I blush when I
remember that Mike took me straight from the balcony into the shower,
equipped with no less than eight water nozzles. He slowly washed me,
and then himself, and when he was done, he pushed me gently down to
my knees and said, “Let’s see how fast you can get me
back into the game.”
    That thought alone
starts my blood flowing because it was incredibly domineering, but
also incredibly hot. Plus, I had been imagining doing that to him
anyway, so it was with a happy smile on my face that I took him into
my mouth. I was never very good at giving a blow job—I think
because I just didn’t enjoy doing it. But for some reason…
with Mike… it was an almost divine experience for me. I knew
he was exhausted, and he had just come supremely hard not ten minutes
before, but I immediately wrought out strained groans and hip flexes
with my touch, and yeah… it didn’t take him that long at
all to get back into the game again.
    Then it was on for
some all-out, slippery good shower sex.
    Finally, we crashed
on the bed, spooning and dozing for a few hours, his arms wrapped
tightly around me. I woke to him poking me from behind as his hand
went between my legs again. Within moments, I was ready for him, and
he had lifted my leg to enter me from behind.
    Finally, yes…
finally, because dayum… I was