Third Time's A Charm

It was my third date with my FB tonight. On the whole it was a lot better than the last time, emotionally speaking. I guess, we're getting used to each other and, in a way, the time we spend with each other is more intimate, more fond and affectionate.

Oh, of course, we still have great sex and continue to explore each other's bodies but during the few minutes of respite in between sessions, the pillow talk is becoming more enjoyable.

We have this inside joke of sorts. When I ask him what his job is, he's supposed to say "My job is to fuck you regularly." (which works for me, horny woman that I am). When he asks me the same thing, I'm supposed to say "My job is to be totally obsessed with your cock, swallow your cum and let your cum seep out through my panties." Ha ha.

For someone with a more conventional mindset, they'd probably say that I am on the losing end since he enjoys doing his job so much. But don't get me wrong. We have the perfect job description for each other. I've loved swallowing cum even before I met him. From what I gather from the locker room talk of my male friends, that's not so common. And with this guy, I'm lucky enough because it just so happens that his cum tastes so darn good, I want more of it each time.

I think this will work out fine. If at all, he's the one bringing up "fishing" topics about me dating other men, fucking other men and how long am I going to be here for. Today, he even came in the house because I said I was going to introduce him to my grandparents so that our debauchery would have a semblance of legitimacy. He was dressed for the occasion and it was supposed to go well except for the fact that my grandparents were so shy to meet him, he didn't get to meet anyone at all. Ha ha. Still, in my book, the fact that he made the effort counts a lot.

We did it with the lights on tonight. The guy has got such beautiful baby blues that I could stare into his eyes for a very long time and just drown in them. Oh boyyy.