Actual accounts of my sexy experiences.
The conference was coming to a close and what a whirlwind of surprises it had been! The sexting with Romeo. Our time on the bus and in the closet. All that remained was to see if this new stallion might come through on his promise of a romantic night together.
When last we left, I had received a rather unexpected surprise during a work trip.
His name was Romeo.
After a night of delicious sexting, I was curious where things might be headed. I’m not going to lie. After everything that had happened with Lorenzo, I kept a bit of my hope in check to see if Romeo was going to turn into another talker. I am happy to report that this new potential stallion was anything but ‘all talk’. Let’s fast forward a little, past the cute little touching and teasing we snuck throughout the next few days.
I had training for work. It was a training that was going to take me away from family and friends and Vixey time for a few weeks. Or so I thought.
The weekend before leaving I was treated to a wonderful going away night with my favorite stallion. We fucked like it might be our last and I boarded my plane feeling prepared to endure the weeks away. We landed in a tiny airport. I remember marveling at the ancient way things were done. Instead of a conveyor system, our bags were simply tossed out to us by hand. A tall guy next to me laughed.
So it had been a few days since our kiss outside the club. Lorenzo and I were knee-deep in a budding relationship. The thing about Lorenzo, he was good at the word-sparring, which is another check for him on the list of things I liked. We bantered. We teased. We had our sweet moments. He knew how to play. It was a good thing we planned to meet at a local art festival because I was ready for the fun to get a bit more physical.
That evening, we met on the outskirts of the festival. The first thing I noticed was how our connection so easily carried over from our night at the club. The sparks were there.