I'm guilty, yes very guilty of being a man who enjoys sex, lusty great sex. But, I'm not guilty of disrespecting women. They are wonderful human beings, great friends and a mother to my future children when I find her. I never push beyond personal boundaries. It's much more erotic to let them find their lusty natures on their own terms as I mount their luscious bodies and pound into their hot, wet pussies. Classy, intelligent ladies are amazing. I'm lucky to be able to date gorgeous women. I'm thirty-two with a great job and I keep in shape. I've never had trouble attracting desirable women. Now, for the first time, my mission is to find a permanent mate to settle down and start a family. It's time.
I've had a great revelation in the last couple of years that has improved my sex-life immeasurably. That is upfront honest dialogue about sex with women I date before we jump into bed. Some people call that "woke". I discovered that many great women are as lusty as me and are willing to admit it. No more secret desires, hoping to get lucky after many drinks or a persuasive line. No, I'm right up front. Turns out, the wonderful, juicy, great women love the honesty and respond in kind.
The dating apps I frequent now have women looking for long term relationships too. I insist on our first live meeting, usually casually over coffee, that I want no sex until the fourth date. That makes the first three dates stress-free regarding sex. First, I want to know her as a person. She must have a good-natured personality and intelligence. She must have a very feminine nature. On the fourth date sex is one hundred percent on the menu. I want the full package before I decide on a life partner. I've come to understand that a deep relationship is twofold; first being soulmates and committed faithfully to making a great life together and second entering a lust bubble together to explore our lusty instincts.
On the fourth date, I'm a horny bastard intent on mounting and fucking an attractive female. I love the tension building in the air since we both know that sex will happen. On the fourth night, she might see me talking and acting the gentleman like our other dates, but my brain is focused on pussy. I've dated a few ladies but unfortunately none checked all the boxes. Stephanie, my fourth date tonight, might be the one. Here is part of our conversation on our third date.
"Stephanie, you are amazing. I find you very attractive and a great person all around."
"Eric, what can I say other than I'm thinking I'm lucky to have met you too."
"It's time for our fourth date, you know the one where we agreed we should wait to have our first sex."
"I hear you."
"Why don't you come over to my apartment and let me show you how a man can cook a good meal?"
"Eric, I appreciate that but if you don't mind, I'd love to cook something hot for you at my place."
"Great, I hear you. Should I bring condoms or do you have that covered?"
"No, it's all good."
As you can see, we are both open and honest about sex. The last few days I'm getting horny just imagining mounting her trim body, licking her hot pussy and her wrapping her luscious lips around the head of my cock. That is the beauty of woke sex. We are both lusty adults that know the sex will gladly happen.
Fourth date: Dinner at her place
I've had a chubby all day, thinking about bedding this gorgeous woman. She might be the one. She ticks all the boxes and now we will find out her sexual nature. I'm bringing a bottle of her favorite white wine. This is a nice condo building. Stephanie is separated and definitely divorcing. Here we are. I ring up in the entrance-way and she buzzes me in.
The door opens to her condo and there she is in a classy, yellow summer dress with a full skirt and more cleavage than I've been shown before. Nice touch. The color compliments her blonde hair that looks to be styled for our date and her makeup is perfect. She has certainly dressed to impress me. I like that in a woman. I love the hot red lipstick. My brain has a flash of a vision of those red lips around my stiff cock. As I said before, guilty. The fourth date is about fucking.
"Come on into my humble abode, Eric. Good to see you."
I give her a New York air kiss and a brief hug. Her perfume is a classic scent.
"Great to be here, Stephanie. I love your place and you look fabulous. I remembered you like white wine. I brought you a nice French sauterne."
"Thank you. I'm having a scotch and soda. Can I get you something? I have all kinds of alcohol. My goodness, you will think I'm a hard drinker."
"No way. A cocktail in the evening is one of life's great necessities. I'll join you in a Scotch and soda, thanks."
She turns and walks to a mini-bar by the stereo equipment. She has a nice-looking ass under that dress and her calves are nicely highlighted by her high heels. My cock is filling a bit being near such a desirable woman who I will be mounting soon. I adjust it in my pants before she turns back with my drink. She has a big smile on her beautiful face.
"Stephanie, why don't you propose a toast?"
"Okay, let me think. Here's to meeting a great guy and getting to know him better."
Whew, is that a green light or what? Classy, 'woke' women aren't shy to be forward when they decide to have sex. I'll respond in kind.
"Here's to meeting a classy, great woman and getting to know her better."
I sip my drink and look down at her cleavage. She catches me looking and smiles. I need some touching and I'm sure she does too.
"Come here and let me give you a big hug. I've been thinking about you all day." She steps into my arms. I hold her tight. Women like a strong manly hug. Her body feels toned. When we know each other better I will be cupping her ass. Now is too soon.
"You feel good." She hugs me back.
"You feel good too."
"Let's have dinner and chat a bit. I made a casserole that my mother taught me to make."
"Sounds great. I have a real appetite."
"I bet you do."
"Hey girl, what are you talking about?" We both laugh knowing the erotic undercurrent of the fourth-date evening.
"Sit over there at the dining table and I will get the casserole. There is a bottle of the red wine you like. It goes with the Italian casserole. I'll have a glass too."
She turns and walks to the kitchen. Nice ass again. The dress hugs her bottom and her yoga-toned ass cheeks are clearly visible under the fabric. A shot of adrenaline hits my chest knowing I will be holding them naked in my hands soon. I sit at the nicely laid out table, open the wine and pour it into two crystal, long stem glasses. She comes back holding a big dish with two large oven mitts and puts it on the table.
"Looks great. I have quite an appetite."
"I bet you do."
"Hey, naughty girl. What are you thinking?" We both laugh.
