I had always had good sex. I was the kind of girl that knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to go after it. I enjoyed the feeling of power that came with my sexuality and had always experimented freely. I read voraciously and learned all I could about the finer points of sex. I thought that I knew it all, until I met John.
John was the kind of man that all women dream about. He was a strong, gorgeous man who loved women. He was a soldier and a poet. He was a gentleman and a bad boy. He was delicious. He could make me swoon with the smallest look and his knowledge of the female anatomy rivaled my own. From the moment I met him I felt a deep and powerful connection that made my heart race and my pussy throb.
Our first date was sweet and exciting, drinks in a quiet bar with good conversation and some tantalizing flirting. We closed down the bar and I think he could tell that I was smitten. I asked him home and to my delight he excitedly accepted. The drive home was a blur of emotions that seemed to heighten my arousal. As soon as we were inside we were all over each other. His hands found me and pulled me close in his strong embrace while his lips explored mine. I felt my pulse quicken as his tongue flicked mine, his tongue piercing was erotic and made me weak in the knees. I felt myself melt into him with every passing moment and when he lowered me to the bed I was dizzy with anticipation.
