We kept in touch after I got home from my trip, and had wonderful conversations. We also talked about seeing each other again, as well as sending sexy pictures back and forth, to keep the flame lit and the dream of meeting again alive.
We talked a lot about the amazing intimacy we had together, and even wrote a couple erotic stories for each other. I asked him to write me a story about the things that turn him on the most, and got a very detailed story that concerned me, because it involved roleplay that included impregnation.
I guess because I didn’t want any more kids I just dismissed his roleplay fantasy and didn’t really know what to do with it, so I just forgot about it and a few months later we lost touch for a while.
He would call once in a while and then disappear for months before I would hear from him again. I had a dream about him one night, and the next morning I was cleaning and found the sexy roleplay story he wrote for me. I decided to read it again.
When I looked at it as purely roleplay fantasy, and remembered the discussion we had about raising kids, and that he definitely didn’t want any more little ones at his age. I looked at it differently and after reading the whole thing, I was so turned on I had to get out my vibrator and give myself three good orgasms to calm down.
I started to think about how different he is from anyone else I had dated, and the fact that the time I spent with him was amazing, the way he made me feel loved and respected and never judged, he is one of the few men I have met that just doesn’t get angry.
He brought back my faith that there are some decent men left in the world that know how to not only treat a woman right, but also please her in ways she only dreams about. To be kind and gentle, but also know when to grab me by the hair and push me against the wall, yank my panties down to my knees and let out his inner beast, as he has his way with me, reminding me, he is the man in the relationship when I push too far.
I thought back to one of the discussions we had about his relationship, when he was married and why he divorced. I remembered that the downfall of his marriage was from a lack of communication as well as a lack of intimacy, due to not being able to share desires and fantasies with his wife.
On top of that he was a single dad, and didn’t date for more than 15 years while he raised his sons.
He has been waiting to meet the right person with communication skills that he trusts, to share his deepest desires and secrets with. Someone that will share his fantasies and rock his world in the bedroom while he is still young enough to get hard and stay hard.
I started putting the pieces in place and realized he liked me enough, and trusted me enough to share his most private fantasies with me, ones he had never shared with anyone else, and he had the time to think about things he would like to try with the right person, and I wanted that right person to be me.
I realized he had given me everything I needed to seduce him, just like he had done to me when we first met, when he made love to me like no one else ever has. I wanted to show him I would do the same for him, it made sense that you treat someone the way you want to be treated, and I sure liked the way he treated me.
I read his sexy story again, and highlighted the different turn-ons described in the story. I found he was pretty easy to excite so I made a mental list and memorized it. I was going to have fun seducing him and making him mine. A simple silky sun dress or accidentally forgetting to wear panties or a bra and letting him discover the missing item of clothing was sure to excite and arouse his desire for me.
Teasing him with little whispered, subtle phrases at just the right time.
“It might be safe enough today to skip the condom and just pull out when you’re close so you don’t knock me up accidentally. I get so much wetter when I’m close to ovulating, can you feel the difference” or “ok just be careful where you cum baby I think it’s pretty risky today.”
The big fantasy on his list was giving him the impression that I was not on birth control and slowly giving in to letting him rub his cock against my pussy without a condom at first and then letting just the tip slip inside and going just a little farther in steps until eventually he is deep inside me before I whisper in his ear as he hits bottom.
“You might want to pull out before you cum tonight baby. It might not be the safest time to be deep inside my tight wet unprotected pussy, bareback, rock hard and fully loaded with hot potent sperm.”
I decided to test my theory the next time we talked on the phone. In a slow sexy voice I asked him if he remembered when we were together while I was on vacation, the one time he talked me into going bareback for a few strokes, before putting on the condom so he could feel my tight wet pussy, wrapped around his big hard cock knowing I was completely unprotected and close to my ovulation. It made me wet when in his sexy voice he responded “yes”.
I asked him if he remembered what he was thinking about when he was deep inside my tight fertile pussy, with the head of his cock leaking and pressed tightly against to opening to my cervix, and he said “yes”.
I asked him if he was thinking about how amazing it would feel to take the risk and spray his thick potent sperm, all over my fertile pink pussy, so deep inside, while I was so close to ovulation and possibly knock me up with his baby, and he moaned as he said “Yes”.
Then the clincher.
“I said, Michael I want you to be completely honest with me, on a scale from one to ten, how hard is your cock right now?”
There was a slight pause before he softly answered, “eleven”.
I actually felt my pussy gush and my nipples get hard when he told me how hard I had made him with just three simple questions. One of the things I have struggled with since we met, was getting him to agree to make plans to meet again.
I know he is busy and trying to improve his business so he can afford to travel so I even offered to fly out to visit him but he shot down the idea and pushed it off to, maybe in the future when things are going smoother.
I remembered in his stories, he mentioned how he got off on subtle hints, like me mentioning I was in a hurry and might have forgotten to wear panties, letting him think about it for a while, before his imagination would get the better of him, and his curiosity would force him to check to see if I was wearing panties.
Seducing him into exploring my sexy curvy body, getting him so turned on he would crave to be deep inside me as soon as we found somewhere semi private. I also remembered how the slightest hint that I was close to ovulation and possibly fertile, mentioning we would have to be “careful” would make him harder than Viagra.
One of the ways he makes me feel special and desired is how easily he gets hard when he touches me. I have never had to, get him hard. He simply kisses me or just touches me, and he is rock hard and ready, to please me.