New expert lover always leaves me panting for more
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But I’m going to have to take another sample I’M an attractive divorcee in my early 30s.
Since my husband left me I hadn’t socialised a lot, but a neighbour encouraged me to get out more.
It was on one of these nights out that I met a man to whom I was instantly attracted.
We hit it off from the start, even though I was a bit cautious when it came to sex.
But after a dinner out and a few drinks I invited him back to my place. His foreplay was great. He teased me with his fingers and then his agile tongue played against my clitoris and all around my wet pussy until I was begging him to f** k me.
Then at last he thrust deeply into me, making me gasp and squeal with delight.
And when we reached orgasm he was so big and hard I felt the whole of me being filled inside.
Afterwards he apologised for not being able to stay and I was a bit suspicious, thinking he must be married or something.
When I cleared up my clothes I was puzzled when I couldn’t find the lacy black panties I had been wearing earlier.
The next time he came round we took things more leisurely, undressing each other in the dim light of the bedside lamp.
I was already naked when I That must be three pints you’ve taken already, doctor! came to lower his trousers.
Underneath, to my shock, he was wearing my knickers stretched to the limit by the most enormous erection.
He laughed and confessed he wore them to remind him of our evening together.
We had the most wonderful sex and he showed himself to be a master of bringing me to the brink of climax over and over again.
Once I had reached a shuddering orgasm he pulled his massive cock out and spunked all over my tits.
A few days later we met again and this time I pressed him to show me his home.
He seemed a bit reluctant and again my suspicions were aroused, but he finally agreed.
He lives in a very well- kept apartment which he bought after splitting with his wife.
His bedroom was wonderful but I couldn’t help but notice a partly- opened drawer – and inside were about 20 pairs of silky smalls!
When I confronted him he admitted that he liked to keep and wear mementos of past lovers. Now I feel I could be discarded just as easily as those knickers. Am I worrying too much?
JS, via email
Dani says…
I WOULDN’T fret. He obviously loves his women and just has a harmless little fetish. Fiesta.