True Sex Stories: Sweet. Confession #488

A good man is hard to find. A hard good man? Well, that's just spectacular.

Last week, against my initial inclinations, Motorcycle Man and I crossed that sticky boundary from friends to …. friends who have seen each other naked.

It was sweet in many ways, perhaps because he just happens to be … sweet in many ways.

Like the way that kissing turns him on more than anything else, an erotic pursuit as important as fucking. Like the way he smiled, beatifically, from the moment I peeled off my clothes until the second I put them back on again. Like the way he marveled at my petite frame and soft skin, as if he couldn't believe his good fortune. Like the way he ohsogently suggested, "I wouldn't mind if you touched yourself, Sadie, would you like to?" and proceeded to thoughtfully watch me rub my clit for a while, until I ohsogently suggested he shove two of his fingers up inside me to help me out.

Like the way he watched me as I came just a few minutes later; yes, watching me … and smiling all the while.

Like the way his breath smelled, no … tasted … like tequila when I kissed him, and it didn't trigger me one fucking bit because I was so happy to be there, naked and vulnerable, in the presence of such a sweet man.

And like the way he later stared deeply and intently into my eyes, as if mine were the only two in the world, as if he was compelled to want nothing more than to be with me at that very moment -regardless of the validity of this or his intent in expressing it, all of these things together culminated in my feeling quite special- as he pumped his cock back and forth with his hand and came, splendidly, his announcement accompanied by an adorable sound that I just may hear in my dreams for nights to come.

Yes, he's a sweet man, this Motorcyle Man.

You know, I haven't always enjoyed sweets.

But lately, I am discovering that the really good ones can be quite delicious.

Yum.

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