THE DEFINITION OF PERFECTION

Interesting enough, this was the first dating site that I had ever joined. A friend from work suggested it when she told me it was full of active users and well, she happens to know that I don’t mind a bit of hanky panky once in a while!

The very first time I met someone from here (I have had 5 dates in total) was probably the best. Maybe it was the fact that I had been without a partner for so long, maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the sex – I can’t quite put my finger on it, but what I will say is that every part of it was the definition of perfection. I got my hands on a new dress, caught a taxi down to the hotel bar where he was staying and had a drinking waiting for me when I got there. His name was Billy, and he was even more attractive in real life than his pictures had me believing!

He travels a lot for work and was here for business reasons. Of course, I had it firmly in the back of my mind to ensure that he’d consider it to be for business AND pleasure when he went back home. He bought me cocktails all night and kept on getting really touchy feely. It was so refreshing to be with a confident man that knew how far he could take things! I had no resistance and was sold on the idea of sleeping with him from the very beginning. Around 10 p.m., just as I was starting to get to the point where it was almost impossible for me to handle the level of arousal he had conjured up, he invited me up to his room. We started kissing passionately in the lift and to be perfectly honest with you, I would have been fine with him taking me there!

He was very-hands on and dominated the proceedings. I was thrown around, held down and pretty much treated as a toy of sexual pleasure.

It was fantastic.

After hours of incredibly hot sex, Billy held me, kissed me and stroked my hair while we watched the news. A bizarre shift, but it was strangely perfect. I have never had such a wonderful night!