If you recall, I had just picked up Giovanni at the airport and had some fun in the car. Fast forward to the living room of my apartment. I was there in his arms, kissing him, exploring his tongue with my own. A heady rush of experiencing this moment. Here was a brand new stallion I’d just met a few weeks ago and who had flown halfway across the US to be with me for an entire week. I could have never dreamed this would be my life. But there we were, there he was; my physical fantasy in the flesh.
We kissed. We touched. We made our way fumbling through the house on to the bedroom, unable to break the desperate need for one another. There’s no other way to describe it. All those nights sexting, the car ride, the anticipation. I needed Giovanni inside of me.
Somewhere along the way, I lost my dress and he lost his shirt. I was naked, save a thin slip of bra. We made it as far as the kitchen before Giovanni found his way to his knees. I felt my breath catch in my throat. My fingers instinctively reached out to thread through his hair as he took my clit between his expert lips. God what that man could do with his mouth. It’s like nothing I’d ever experienced before. His tongue and kiss and the way he sucked me. I gripped his hair, pushed his face to my pussy as I arched into his ministrations. My breath hitched. My moans filled the apartment.
I needed more.
We somehow found the bed. If I tried to describe to you that first time with Giovanni, it would be a novel. So instead of the play by play, I’m going to give you the highlight reel.
First: Giovanni’s cock. He was long and thick. Easily the biggest dick I had ever taken inside of me. When Giovanni fucked me hard enough, he could reach the wire of my IUD, a painful experience if not careful. History had taught me with other stallions that this could be a game changer. The guy might become timid or it might end the fuck session altogether. But Giovanni was not any other stallion. He felt the wire but he did not stop. He knew how to use his cock. He understood the angles, the rhythms, the positions.
To date, Giovanni has literally given me the best sex of my life.
Second (and a definite support of that last statement): Giovanni could fuck multiple times in a row and was ALWAYS ready. We had sex all throughout the night. There were times he would cum and I could feel his dick softening and then growing hard while still deep inside of me. The man had stamina. He’s been the first to match my sex drive. We would wake up and fuck, then fuck while we were cleaning off from fucking, then fuck after that. It was incredible.
Third: Through it all, Giovanni was a considerate lover. Men take note: This is a big reason why there was so much fucking to be had. Our sex was intense to be sure. We fucked long and hard but there were also times it was incredibly sensual. We communicated well and most of all HE LISTENED. If I said, “Too deep,” he adjusted. If I signaled I needed a breather, we slowed or he simply held me. Sometimes that’s all I wanted and Giovanni obliged. I loved it. And I love him for it.
There are many more stories of Giovanni to cum. But I think the big takeaway from this first of many is that incredible connection we shared right at the beginning. We struck a mutual tone and it stuck. It still sticks to this day. He remains my best lover.
And in his own words I remain, “the best pussy he has ever tasted” 😘
To be continued…