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Erotica - Blind Date
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Erotica - Blind Date Blind Date @-PAWoodsPhantasos, 2015. The only thing special about this room that I will ever remember is you. It’s your typical major hotel chain room offering up more of the same mind numbing blandness located in every city and byway all across America. Some corporation’s lamentable concept of style painted in the most inoffensive pastels with framed prints by area artists providing local color accenting the sparse furnishings always dominated by the oversized bed. A money back guarantee that where you lay down your head to sleep at night is always the same no matter how many long miles away stated your day. The best to be said was that I didn't have to admire the decor for very long. Not even bothering with the lights as the first thing I did was pull the curtains tightly together blotting out the bright afternoon sun and plunging the room into complete darkness. It is so quiet. The clamorous noise of the busy city street below indistinct and muffled by the by the time it billows up to our floor. Not even the TV babbling endlessly on in the background to fill the silence and interfere with my thoughts. Nude beneath the sheets I lie on the bed wrapped in this dark silent cocoon of solitude listening for your knock on the door as every sound gets me excited as my heart jumps into my throat in hope that it is you. As I lay here waiting it is impossible to not wonder how you will look. This is our first time actually meeting in person and we have yet to even share a photo. Using only email and text we grew to know each other quite well and were seemingly satisfied with vague narcissistic description that we both knew couldn’t help being just a little self-serving. Describing yourself as having blue eyes, dark brown hair and a beard with a killing smile just doesn’t seem to account for the glasses and gray the extra 20 pounds around the waist even when you have all your teeth. Our relationship was intentionally limited by design. We were both “happily” married with and never had any intentions of ever meeting face to face; two lonely people who were not looking for to drastically change their lives only jazz them up a little. An agreed upon anonymity plus distance was to be the unscalable wall that would keep us separate if our resistance to<b> temptation </font></b>started to weaken. Our appearance just wasn’t all that important. But that one phone call changed all that and set this whole crazy thing in motion and was now in warp overdrive. You are such a mystery. The only thing I am truly sure of is how sultry your sexy voice is and the shivers that it sends surging through me. Time is dragging by. It’s a battle to stay in bed. Anticipation has me all amped up with the butterflies in my stomach growing more agitated with every passing moment. I want to jump to my feet and pace off some of this nervous energy. I don’t know why I am so fucking nervous. There can be no denying that we already know each other quite well. We should be well past the awkward fumbling around in the dark phase growling slowly more emboldened until we are consumed in an overwhelming lust. You’ve told me your desires and how to make them come true. It’s time to see how well I was paying attention. Still, even knowing what gets you all hot and bothered and wet in the panties, I am intrigued by all the firsts that we will soon share. I tug at my swollen cock with all these swirling expectations of you running through my mind as I replay in my head the only conversation that we ever had. The call came out of the blue without any warning. She didn’t even bother telling me who she was. She had no need to; I knew who she was the moment she started quoting Longfellow to me. She had already expressed her fondness for Henry Wadsworth and this was one her favorites “Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.” I was completely flabbergasted. I had no idea how she had my number but at that moment in time I was concerned with other things. I was so excited to hear her voice. There was so much to say but as I recovered some of my senses and started to ask “Is th…” she cut me off short. “Shhhh… Time for you to be quiet now and just listen. You silly beautiful man always way over thinking everything and making them way more complicated than they ever need to be. Let me make it real simple for you. A onetime performance with no repeat showings. No names. No faces. No past or future only the present. Two total strangers finding comfort in each other’s arms for a single evening.” “Interested?” She didn’t give me a chance for a reply and hung up the phone. She knew my answer even before she had asked. Emails followed and details planned and dates set. Wheels were set in motion soon to come to a screeching stop right in front of me. Once all the stars were aligned all contact was ended until this morning when I got your one word email reading “Today!” My reply, just sent, consisted only of the hotel name and room number. She already knew the door would be unlocked. Now all there is to do is wait here in the dark and listen and be disappointed every time that it isn’t you. I’ve worked myself into a frenzy musing on how you will taste when I press my mouth to yours for our very first kiss. It’s hard to judge what my reaction to your scent will be when I press my nose into your hair and nuzzle at your neck and breathe you in. Or will I discover your skin is even softer than imagined when I caress the full voluptuous curves of your body. Tingling at the thought of how you will grow weak in the knees when I wrap my lips around a fat nipple and suckle. My fingers growing slippery as I almost come at the thought of how wet I will find you when I touch your sex. How there is nothing in this entire world as exciting as touching a woman’s hot wet pussy for that very first time. I smile and wonder if you imagine similar things as you make your way to me. I’m startled from my daydreams by your knock. You enter without uttering a single word and close the door quickly behind you plunging the room back into total darkness. With my throbbing cock still in hand, I hear you quickly undressing and the sound of clothes softly falling to the floor. I can’t stop a low sigh from escaping my lips as I catch a faint whiff of your perfume wafting off your warming skin and realize that this is really truly happening. I’m slightly shaking with anticipation of the many mysteries of you soon revealed as you crawl into the bed and into my open arms. |
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