Before I moved to Hawaii, I was a virgin in every definition of the term. I had never seen a man’s penis, let alone made love to one. Of course I had thought about having sex, but I had never actually moved past the thinking. I had hardly even dated in high school; my parents were so conservative and strict. This is 100% real-life, true-to-the-soul, straight from my diary authentic story.
My name is Patience. I am 5’7, average build (or as my friend likes to say, “the acreage is in the ass”), auburn hair landing an inch below my shoulders, full lips, and green eyes.
It was the Wednesday before Valentine’s Day, and I was feeling absolutely miserable and alone. I was perusing Craig’s List for a bike, and noticed that the site featured a personals section. I was interested to see what kind of stuff people posted, not necessarily “looking” for someone. There were the ads that you would expect, the creepers, the ones who thought they were all that, and the ones that were supposedly only looking for friends but were “open to the possibility of something more.”
One ad happened to catch my eye. “Looking for high maintenance Valentine to make someone jealous.” The title jumped off the page, so I clicked on the ad to check it out. “If you’re interested, I’m willing to pay.” Thinking for a minute, I decided to answer the ad. What else do I have to do this weekend? I thought. I figured if he even answered my reply, it might be fun.
So I emailed him. “Hey, I’m down for some fun this weekend…” I told him my basics, attached a picture, and sent that baby on its way. I had little hope that he would reply, so I went on my way and moved on with the week. A couple of days later, I got an email from him. “Wow, you’re hot…too bad you can’t drink…” I was thinking, oh well, fun down the drain…
But I sent him an email back, and told him thank you for the compliment. His reply was a bit startling, but I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Are you looking for a sugar-daddy? I could be your secret lover…”
I replied, “lol, no, but thank you…”
“Oh how I would love to suck on that sexy bottom lip of yours…” he said.
His response excited me; while I didn’t think of myself as ugly, I had always struggled with my self-esteem. No one had ever been so sexually upfront with me before. “Oh! Thank you!” was my response. Lol, I felt so stupid that I couldn’t think of anything sexy to say.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Paul.” I have always liked that name…nice and strong.
We flirted back and forth for a couple of emails…more like he told me how much he wanted to suck on my lip as I continued to grow more and more wet at the idea.
Finally, I asked him how old he was.
“50.” He said. I was shocked; I didn’t know what to think. Coming from a very conservative background, I couldn’t help to feel like I was encroaching on forbidden territory. My brain decided to take the amused Şirinevler escort route.
“Lol, now I get the sugar-daddy joke…”
“Well, it wasn’t really a joke,” he said.
Oh, I thought. Once again, that little red flag popped up in my brain. I tried to push it aside.
“So you like the whole secret lover thing?” I asked.
“Usually women do not like being seen in public with an older man, because they are embarrassed.”
“But don’t you ever wish you had a real relationship? Have you ever been married?”
“No, I have never been married, nor do I have any children; which works out, divorce is really hard on kids.”
“But what happened if you found your soul mate? Don’t you wish for the real deal?”
“I have found my soul mate before…”
“But what happened? Isn’t the whole ‘soul mate’ situation like a ’til death do us part type of thing?”
“To me, it was, but they all felt otherwise…”
“You mean you had more than one soul mate? I don’t understand; I thought there was only one for each of us…”
“No, I had three soul mates.”
I still didn’t understand. He tried to explain his point of view, but I didn’t get it. I always felt that there was that one person out there for each of us. Our philosophical discussion continued on for a couple of days, as he asked me questions about me and I asked him questions about him. Once again, he was able to shock me by one of his notes.
“There is no doubt in my mind that you are a Taurus…” which is absolutely true; my birthday is April 21st.
“Wow, how do you know that?” I asked.
“I have been with a lot of April babies, and everything about you points in that direction.” “Like what?” I asked him.
He listed out a few qualities. Most of them were obvious matches to my personality, but some I did not understand. I asked how he could possibly know that I was loyal and dependable.
“Just the fact that you are carrying on a conversation with a complete stranger shows what type of person you are.”
We started to discuss more sex-related topics. He asked if I had ever had sex before.
“No, I am a virgin…”
“Do you masturbate? Do you use any toys?”
“No,” I said. “I have never masturbated before, and I don’t want to lose my virginity to a piece of plastic.”
“Have you ever had an orgasm? Wet dreams?”
“I have never had an orgasm, but I have had wet dreams before.” The nature of our conversation was making me wet, as well.
“Have you ever given or received a blowjob?”
“No, but I have always wanted to try giving a blowjob.”
“Yeah; my friends complain about it, but I would think it would be really exciting.”
“Some women crave it…”
All of the sudden, he jumped topics. “Tell me about the sexiest outfit you have…”
“I don’t really dress up…I generally just wear shorts and a shirt; it’s Ataköy escort my shoes that really make my outfit…I am a bit of a collector…”
“Mm, baby, you know that makes me hard…I would fuck you with those heels on. If you were living in your sexual fantasy with me, what position would we be in? Who would be on top?”
I nearly hyperventilated. Red flag raised again, but I pushed it more forcefully back this time.
“Missionary, and you would be on top.”
“Would your legs be over my shoulders, or around my waist?”
“Around your waist; I would want you as deep inside of me as possible.” I myself was absolutely shocked at my own answer.
“Mm, I would love to suck on that sweet virgin pussy…”
“Now you’re turning me on…”
“Mm…Do you live alone?”
“No, I have a roommate…”
“Is she there?”
“No, but she should be home any time…” My roommate had been spending the weekend at her parents’ place, and it was Sunday night; I assumed she would be coming home. But I was so excited, I decided to call her to see if she would be coming. When she told me no, I nearly collapsed from excitement.
Because I live in student housing, it would be impossible for me to have a guest over. But Paul had already said that we could phone-fuck any time I wanted.
“This just in…” I said. “No roommate tonight…”
“Oh good, who calls who?”
“I’ll call you…” I said. I picked up my phone, but hesitated before I dialed. Was I really ready for this? Before I could talk myself out of it, I punched in the numbers and hit the dial button.
He picked up after two rings. “Hello…”
Oh God, his Voice! Mm, the most amazingly low, melodious voice I have ever heard. I nearly came just hearing it.
“Hey,” I said.
“Mm, I like your voice…”
“I like yours too…” I was talking barely above a whisper; I was so nervous.
“Mm…” he said. I heard him sigh and shift his position.
“I don’t know what to do…” I said.
“Oh, I think you do…I think you know exactly what to do.”
I moved over to my bed, taking off my clothes as I walked. I was shivering from excitement, and my pussy was dripping. I laid down on the bed.
“Hold on a second,” I said. I was nearly hyperventilating, and I needed to use my inhaler.
“I have to use my inhaler…”
“You have asthma?”
“So if we were doing this in person, you would be having trouble?”
I laughed softly. “I would probably pass out as soon as you touched me…”
“Hmm…” he said. “So, what’s a word you can say when you are having trouble breathing?”
I pulled the phone from my ear and took a quick whiff with my inhaler. “I don’t know…”
“You can’t think of a word?”
“I can’t think…I’m having trouble concentrating…Your voice makes my mind all fuzzy…”
“Mm…Concentrate Bakırköy escort on me, pet.” Oh, that nearly threw me over the edge. It’s a good thing I was laying down, or else my legs would have given way under me.
I sighed into the phone.
“Ohh,” he said. I heard him shift positions again. I moved my hand to my dripping pussy.
“Oh, I’m so wet…”
“Are you rubbing your pussy, baby?”
“Oh, yesss.” My whole body was tingling. I had never felt this way before. I was shaking, and my toes and fingers felt nearly numb; they were tingling so much.
“Mm, rub it…rub it…” The way he said it nearly threw me over the edge.
“Oh, oh…” My senses were going into overload…
“Mm, say my name, baby.”
“Tell me what you want, baby…”
“Oh, Paul, I want your dick inside of me…”
“Mm…how much do you want it, baby?”
I was going insane. My body was tingling all over, and I didn’t dare take my fingers from my clit. I guessed I wanted it pretty badly.
“Oh, I need you to fuck me, baby. I want to feel you inside of me.”
“Ok, baby. Mm, just like that. Nice tight pink pussy. Mm…Yeah…Nice and slow…” By now, I was breathing so fast, rubbing my fingers on my clit as hard as I could. I tried to slow my breathing, and succeeded.
“That’s it, baby…Nice and slow…Yeah…Mm…”
I slowed down my rubbing, but the tingling never stopped, and I started to shake even more.
“Mm, yeah…Let me suck on those nice tits, baby…Mm, just like that.”
I reached one hand to my breast. My nipples were so hard, and as I flicked and tugged at them, my pussy continued to ache.
“Oh, Paul, I’m soooo wet…”
“Mm, let me hear how wet you are, baby…”
I moved the phone to my dripping pussy, and continued to rub my swollen clit.
When I pulled to phone to my ear, I heard him moan.
“Yeah, you like that, Paul? Mm…You like my tight, wet pussy?”
“Oh, yeah…Rub it…RUB IT!”
I struggled to keep breathing as I rubbed my swollen clit and listened as his breathing grew shallow. It was obvious that he was close, as was I.
I started to moan, and I called out his name.
“Oh…I’m going to cum,” he said. “Oh God, I’m going to cum…”
“Oh, Paul…Oh, God, that’s so good…Mm…ohhhhhh.”
I heard him grunt and sigh as my body tensed up and I continued to rub my clit.
“Ohhhhh…Mmmmmm,” I said as I felt the release as I came. I had never felt anything like it. My whole body was shaking, and it felt as though there were volts of electricity running through me.
“Mm…Yeah, baby…That’s right…Give me a kiss, baby…” I moved my lips to the phone, and slowly made love to it with my lips.
“Yeah, baby…That’s it…Nice soft, tender kisses…You are such a good lover, baby…”
“Mm…” I said. I felt like I could die of happiness. I had never felt such a release!
“Mm…Thank you baby…” He said.
“Goodbye baby…” I said into the phone that was now tucked between the pillow and my ear. I was still gripping the sheets, and my body continued to shake as I heard his end of the line click.