Most people have a weakness. For some, it’s decadent food. For others, it’s a vintage Scotch or designer shoes. And for some it’s sex. Sex is a weakness for many of us hedonists out there. I am not ashamed to admit that it’s a weakness for me. I will confess to you that I have another weakness. His name is Jake.
Jake was a career military man that I met online about 2 years ago. He was a handsome, articulate, strapping young gent, who made me weak in the knees. To me, he could have been Joaquin Phoenix’s twin. About 11 years my junior, Jake was an accomplished world-traveler who knew what he wanted. At that time, he wanted me.
We connected on every level. The sex was earth-shattering carnal pleasure. He knew how to coax out the wanton whore that lied beneath my proper demeanor. We were both kinky as hell and he particularly enjoyed role play. He would send me a text of what he wanted me to wear on the evenings we saw each other. “Tonight, you will be the disobedient school girl. I will be there in 30 minutes. Once I am there, you will need to report to the Principal’s office for your punishment.” I would go ALL OUT. That evening I recall wearing a white blouse unbuttoned to show my plaid bra, a super short black skirt, white knee socks and heels, no panties. To complete the ensemble, I wore pigtails and chewed pink bubblegum. DAMN…that was a fun night. Trust me, I got my homework done and all of my assignments turned in. Another time, I was to be the meticulous librarian. There was the maid. Then there was the business executive. We did it all. EVERYTHING. And a couple of months into our sexy marathons, he moved with the military. But on occasion, I will hear from him.
Last September, I thought of him…he was on my mind for days. We hadn’t spoken since that May, but I longed to see him again. To feel how he filled me and fulfilled me. And out of nowhere, I received a text. IT WAS HIM!!!! We always felt we were mentally connected. I guess I called him up telepathically and he answered.
His text, “I need to see you again.”
My reply, “Name the time and place.”
He replied, “I will be in town for a training next week. Can you get away for a few hours?”
I replied, “YES. I will make time.”
So the next week arrived. I was giddy with excitement over seeing him again. His schedule was pretty tight, but he had time early in the morning. So I came up with a backstory to cover my tracks at home and left that morning before dawn. (Let’s pause for a moment…anyone who can get me out of the bed that early has to be one hell of a man). It was still dark outside and my heart raced as I drove to his hotel. I was so nervous. It had been almost a year since we’d seen each other. Our last time together had been explosively hot. I worried that I had built up my expectations so high from our last scene, that I would feel disappointed by anything less.
I arrived at the hotel and knocked on his door. He answered in nothing but his underwear and any concerns that I had about being disappointed were laid to rest as he closed the door. He looked great. He was such a handsome man with a chiseled face and toned body. I loved his dark, brooding eyes and the small dimple in his chin. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. I could smell his skin as I felt the warmth of his body. He kissed my forehead and said, “God, I have missed you.”
I looked up at him and said, “I have missed you too.”
No sooner did the last syllable leave my lips, that his lips were on mine. From there, it was pure passion. In a matter of nanoseconds my clothes lay in a heap on the floor. He sat on the bed and pulled me towards him. “Lay across my lap and tell me all of your sins.” (Like me, Jake is a music lover. His choice for the morning’s tête-à-tête was Steely Dan’s greatest hits. At that moment, “Dirty Work” was appropriately playing in the background. The song always takes me back to that scene)
I did as he asked. We often started our time together like this. I would lay across his lap and would caress my back and backside as we talked about our lives. After a few minutes, he had me move from his lap to lie face down on the bed. He continued on with his massage. Towards the end, he pushed my legs apart with his knee and began to rub my sweet spot.
“I can’t wait to hear you cum for me. I have missed that sound so much I want you to do it. Will you cum for me?”
I didn’t have an opportunity to verbalize an answer. Pleasure washed over me like high tide at the beach. I moaned with delight as he turned me over to face him. He made me cum again. “Look me in the eyes when you’re getting close. I want to see your eyes when you orgasm.”
It was a matter of seconds before he brought me there again. We stared at each other as I came unglued. His eyes were watchful and curious. “You are so beautiful. I love watching the ecstasy on your face.”
We were tangled together in various contortions for hours. I loved pleasuring him. Taking him deep down my throat while I stared into his eyes. Such connection. When we rested, we would lay there naked, facing each other as we talked. He would tell me about a Ted Talk he’d watched and how it impacted his way of thinking. I would tell him about patients I’d cared for during their last minutes. We would talk about our goals and dreams. We talked about everything. Then we would fuck some more.
Before I knew it, it was time for us to part. I felt such sadness leaving him. I felt such joy for having the time we did. We vowed not to stay away as long next time. And we didn’t. He texted me with some dates in October and I made arrangements to see him. I will share more details about that rendezvous in another post. It is quite a story.
As today, the last day of August, draws to a close, I find myself thinking of him. We started our relationship in September 2014 and something about this time of year makes me think of Jake. I wonder if I can lure him in with my thoughts again, or have we completely phased out? I wonder how he is doing. Part of me wants to see him again. The other part of me is content with what we had for the time we had it. But still, I wonder. Only time will tell if we will reconnect.
Just in case, my schoolgirl outfit is pressed and ready for any upcoming assignments.
(Photo credits, Pinterest)