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I'm not going to deny that I've slept around before. By the time I was 19 I'd already slept with at least two dozen women, and at a stretch I'd probably recall the names of about six or seven of those. Mostly I was too drunk to remember their names, but the way I was back then I wasn't interested in even knowing their name. It was all about the sex. The more of it the better and I didn't care if l ever saw them again afterwards.

It makes me sound like a real player I know. But, to be honest, that summed me up just right. I wasn't particularly nice back then. I didn't treat women with respect and I cared only about my pleasure. Sometimes I got a buzz if she had an orgasm, but usually that was only because if she came whilst I was inside her, then her vagina walls would clamp on my cock and no one would deny that's a nice feeling.

But when it came to pleasuring a lady... Ok let's just say it bluntly. When it came to going down on a woman, well I was too selfish to do it properly. I know now how wrong I was, but back then the thought of foreplay was far from my thoughts. I wanted quick, frantic action. I wanted to pump away fast and get my load in her. Sometimes, if she was drunk as well and quickly fell asleep afterwards, I'd get dressed there and then and get out of there. If I didn't have to wait around until morning then I wouldn't.

But with Natalie it was different. When I first saw her I was attracted to her. Her smile was radiant and her eyes were a piercing blue. Usually when I see someone I like I start to imagine what they'd be like naked and I guess how good they'd be in bed and if they'd spit or swallow. My friends say I'm a sex addict and that I see women as objects of my desire. Yeah, they're probably right. And I never liked this about myself, it made me feel like a dirty, sleazy guy.

With Natalie, even though she was undeniably beautiful there was something inside me that wanted to maintain her dignity in my mind. Maybe this was a sign that I was growing up at last, or maybe I knew that if I played my cards right then I'd see her naked in real life soon enough. Hell, I was always a confident guy, and it used to drive my older brother mad in the past. He'd bring home a new girlfriend and yet if I made it known I liked her too, within an hour she'd be giving me the eyes and if that happened it meant only one thing. Within a week she'd bin off my brother and we'd be shacked up in bed together. ağrı escort

The funny thing is, is that I'm not even a great looking guy. Good looking - well yes. But I'm no Brad Pitt. But the fact is that I own who I am. I've got a right big nose, but you know what, I love it. All of my imperfections I embrace because I just don't care what people think of me. So with that I guess I exude a natural confidence. If I walk in to a room I don't even have to look to make sure. I know that a good half a dozen women have clocked me. And I would bet good money that of those, at least two or three of them would sleep with me that night if I put my charm on them.

How can I know this? Well, let's just say that one time I walked in to a bar and within a half an hour I was walking right back out if it with a woman on either arm and a third hooked on my back, her legs around my waist. It was my first foursome and it blew my mind.

Looking at Natalie though, I don't know how to say this, but I kind of felt ashamed of my wild past. There she was, looking all innocent as she was sat reading a book on the park bench, and I was sure she'd be truly horrified if she knew how little respect I'd given to women in the past.

I approached her confidently but was unnerved when she didn't look up and was in two minds whether to walk quickly away. That wasn't my style though, so when I reached the bench I coughed and she instantly flashed her eyes from her book and directly into mine.

"Hey, is anyone sitting there?" I asked, smiling and running my hand through my thick brown hair.

"Erm, no" and she removed her backpack that was next to her and shuffled further down the bench to make plenty of room for me. And that was all it took. I knew right then that I didn't just want to hook up with this woman, but hell, I wanted to marry her one day.

It wasn't all plain sailing though. She made me really work for her attention, and I wasn't used to that at all. It took three dates until she didn't move her hand away from mine if I went to touch it. And it took a further couple of dates until she allowed our lips to meet. Let's just say that actually getting round to sex was a wait I'd been far from accustomed to.

But it sure to hell was worth it.

"Are you sure you're ready?" I asked, and beamed with delight when she nodded shyly. I'd never felt such energy ripping through my body as I did now. It was as agriescort.net though my insides were pulsing with happiness and I cupped my hand around her head and pulled her face towards mine, our lips and tongues embracing. She smelt amazing and the sight of her in her sexy red dress made me want to rip it off from her straight away. But we'd waited a long time for this moment and I wasn't going to spoil it by going too quickly.

We'd chosen a hotel because we wanted our first time to be romantic and my place was in the middle of being redecorated and she still lived with her parents. It was five star and the place was quality. I insisted on paying, although I almost balked at the price when they told me. I reminded myself that she was worth it. I wanted this night to be really special so I paid it anyway. Seeing the room, how tasteful it looked, I knew I made the right decision, and as I lifted her onto the huge bed and seeing her breasts bounce as she fell backwards I could hardly contain my excitement.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked, placing a finger in her mouth, pressed against her dark red lips.

I took off my shirt and climbed on to the bed, holding her wrists with both hands and pressing them firmly against the bed above her. I lowered my body against hers and buried my face down towards her neck, delicately kissing her soft skin. She groaned.

"I'm getting all wet."

My cock bulged with desire.

In my arousal I found it harder to get her dress off that I thought it would be, but with a little help it was soon peeling away from her body until she was wearing only a flowery designed bra and underwear. I took the opportunity to rip off my trousers and her hand drew itself to my bulging cock. She tugged away my boxer shorts and wrapped her fingers around me, pulling me closer towards her.

It felt amazing as she gripped harder, then softer, almost teasingly as she upped and slowed the pace. My hands pressed against her boobs and I traced my tongue over her nipple so that I was sure the warmth of it would punctuate the material of her bra. Her eyes rolled back as she closed her eyelids and without wanting any delay by fumbling to unclasp it, I pulled her bra over her boobs so the flesh was completely exposed and I kissed, licked and sucked every bit of them.

Her breathing was getting louder, her nostrils flared and sweat was beginning to show itself on her forehead. I unclasped her fingers around my cock, allowed her to take off her bra completely, and I was soon peeling away her underwear. She was not just wet. She was soaking wet. And she smelt gloriously. I don't know if she smelt different to the rest, but if everyone smelt like her then I'd have shown more interest in going down on them I'm sure. From my first lick I knew I'd be addicted to her pussy from that point on. And not only that, but it looked damn well fantastic. Sometimes when they're completely shaved down there they all look the same. But she was nicely trimmed and beautiful. Just the way I'd have imagined her to look if I'd let myself to.

Because her pussy was dripping with her golden syrup I could easily slide two fingers into it and once I'd massaged her g-spot her arms began flailing and her breathing became furious until they changed into loud groans of ecstasy.

"Fucking yes, don't stop!"

I had no intention. My tongue worked her clit as my fingers pressed against her upper vagina walls. My free hand caressed her right boob and when I gently pinched her nipple her entire body convulsed and her pussy throbbed.

Her face was flushed, sweat was all over her body dampening the bedsheets and her body was still twitching.

By this point my cock was as hard as could be and pre-cum had wet the entire shaft. I knew there was a cooling down period after a woman had such an intense orgasm, and I had to fight myself to show restraint, until finally she was ready for me to enter her.

When my cock pressed itself through her pussy lips, her face again lit up in pleasure and she gasped with joy. In the past I'd had sex in as many positions as you could think of, but for our first time I wanted to feel really close to her, to look into her eyes as we fucked, and so missionary it was.

I didn't last very long. But it was different to the past, when I just banged away for my own satisfaction. This time I wanted to last as long as possible, to please her in every way, but I was so fucking horny it only took her to groan with delight and I pumped my load hard into her until it had filled her pussy completely.

She didn't seem to mind. I pressed myself off her, laid flat on the bed and she buried her head in my chest, looking up at me. "That was amazing," she said.

I didn't say anything. Over the last three months I had starting to feel like I was becoming a changed man. A more mature person. Like a proper grown up. I didn't have that huge ego any more and for sure, I knew without any doubt that I would do anything for Natalie until the day I died.