What a freaking Good Friday!

Attentions readers: today's blog post contains subject matter of an EXTREMELY adult persuasion. If you are Amish, this may be TMI. Don't say I didn't warn you.

First real sugar date today!!! And it was completely awesome. I'll try to give the nittiest, grittiest, sexiest blow-by-blow that I can muster, but I am exhausted. Pictures will come later.

1:12 PM: I pull into the parking lot for the restaurant we're meeting at. Late again...he's used to waiting for me. I'm wearing business-y clothes - nice black pants with a cuff, white tank with tight cropped black blazer over it, multi-strand white necklace, white headband. I walk in and meet him, and we sit down for lunch. I already made myself asparagus and salmon at about 11 AM, so I was def. not hungry. I got wings anyway, so I could take them home. He got a salad - he's trying to lose his little belly. We chat about the stuff that's happened since we last saw each other - I tell him about trying out a jiujitsu class (which was completely awesome, btw), he tells me about how cool Nashville was last week.

2:15 PM: We walk over to Victoria's Secret. He offers to carry my wings. He awkwardly follows me around for a few minutes before deciding he'll head out to the bank for a few minutes to give me some time to shop. I pick up a bunch of body sprays, lip plumper, So Sexy conditioner, So Sexy hair gloss serum a bunch of tanks and t shirts made of beautiful tissue-thin material, a hoodie, a white swimsuit, a cute white bathrobe, an adorable little white coin purse with black french writing on it, and a port red nighty. He picks up the tab - just under 400 dollars in merchandise. He pays with his black card.

3:05 PM: We head out of Victoria's Secret. He wants to sit down and talk for a bit at an outdoor cafe, I say fine. He tells me he's a little worried about just handing me 2000 dollars this early in our relationship - he's worried I might disappear. I say I understand and want to put him at ease, so if he wants to break it up week by week that's fine with me. It'll help me budget it a lot better too (not sure how responsible I'd be with a big lump sum). I trust and like him, which helps our negotiations. Between lunch, shopping, a hotel room, and 1/4 of my allowance, he's spending over 1,200 dollars today, so he wants to be quite sure of his investment. He's obviously nervous, and so am I - our impending sex is the elephant in the proverbial room. But shopping has proved an excellent aphrodiasiac, so this part doesn't last too long.

3:20: We head into the hotel. It's EXTREMELY nice - big fountain in the atrium, avant-garde furniture everywhere. He checks us in and I think that the stunnginly beautiful Korean girl (named Melanie?) at the front desk knows what's going on but is waaaay too polite to say/imply anything. When it comes time to ask how long he needs it, she asks "Just for today?" which I thought was extremely tactful of her. We head up to the tenth floor and walk in - at this point I start to get a little nervous, it's all becoming real so fast. We walk in and I put down my stuff, and he takes off his jacket. He jokingly suggests that maybe I could show him some of the stuff I bought at Victoria's Secret. I go into the bathroom and take off my outer clothes, but I don't change - I'm already wearing sexy turquoise panties and bra. I put on the white robe, check my hair, and walk out. He's laying on the tall queen-size bed with jacket and shoes off, casually watching some of Law and Order: SVU (a show I happen to love) while he waits for me. He says the robe is cute, and he sincerely means it. I do a little dance, opening and closing the robe to reveal my body underneath, then climb up on the bed next to him. We knock away some of the excess decorative pillows, then begin to kiss. It's not as soulless and awful as I thought it would be in all my imaginings - in fact, it's quite pleasant. I had imagined it would either be horrific or absolutely tedius - me waiting around while he pounds away, waiting for him to finish - but it is neither.

While kissing him, I'm reminded of my friend, let's call him Tom, who has been my confidante and fuckbuddy for years now. When I kiss and touch Tom, I don't feel sparks or romance, but I do feel a happy warmth, and I always enjoy our time together, even though I do not love him and probably never will. Tom made me realize that sexual compatibility does mean you have to love someone.

He takes a long time to begin, carressing me, french-kissing me, telling me I have beautiful skin and rock-hard abs. I'm touching him back the whole time, and he starts to (dare I say it?) use his hands on me. I'm excited already, from all the anticipation, and he completely enjoys exploring me. I take off his shirt and his pants, and get a feel for him. He's not long, but he is impressively thick. I imagine him as a young stallion back in the day - his tummy makes it seems shorter than it really is.

He's very vocal (which is something I LOVE in a partner), asking me what I like, how I like it, what I want, etc. I go down on him for a while (my personal favorite thing to do, and kind of my forte if I do say so myself), and he loves it, calling me "baby" the whole time and saying how good it feels. He asks me to stop so he doesn't finish too soon. He brought condoms with him (so did I - just in case) - "Lady's Pleasure". He asks me to put it on, then I get on top.

I enjoyed myself immensely - I even had my first real orgasm (I realized I've been unconsciously faking for years!). I could tell because I literally lost control for a few seconds - I couldn't help how loud I was, or how I was moving my hips. It was amazing. I couldn't do it again the rest of the time, so I faked a few, but damn...a real orgasm. It only took me 4 years as a sexually active person to acheive.

He lasted a long, long time, which he later told me was because of the condom. We changed position a few times, but I have much more energy at 20 than he does at 43, so most of the time I stayed on top. He encourages me, and tells me not to be ashamed when I get excited and automatically put up my hand to hide my face.

He brought towels and we cleaned up, then cuddled and talked. After a few minutes I slowly started putting my clothes back on, and so did he. We head down to the Panera that's installed on the bottom level, and he bought us a couple of lemonades, as we were both quite parched.

He walked me to my car and we kissed as we parted ways. He said I was still a mystery to him. When he was gone, I went back to the Victoria's secret and exchanged the hoodie and the nightie for a gift card - the linen pants I so desperately wanted weren't there, and I wasn't in love with the nightie or hoodie, so I returned them so I can purchase the pants online.

Then I drove home, completely sexually satisfied, with a delicious doggybagged lunch, 500 cash, 300 dollars of Victoria's Secret loot, and a VS giftcard for about 120 dollars. I wasn't at all upset that I didn't get the whole 2K today - in fact I left very content. All in all, a lovely afternoon, and one I would be more than happy to repeat.

Now to get online and spend that giftcard...