A Conversation With April

[Welcome, hot new friend from eons, 1-24-09]


“So April, who’s Ralph?’

“Ralph who?”

“I picked up home voicemails from work this afternoon – looking for a message from the lawn guys – and I hear a very, VERY, personal message for you from someone named Ralph -- very indiscreet April.”

“Spying on me, Donny?”

“If I were spying, I wouldn’t be asking. He sounded like Ralph Kramden.”

“You know, we never talk about this stuff. You do it. I do it. We both know that we both do it. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“But I want to write about it.”

“Write about it? WRITE ABOUT IT?”

“Yes, in my blog.”

“Your blog? Which one – the one I’m not allowed to read? Or the one that bores me to death?”

“The first one.”

“How about a deal? I talk, you write, I get to read the blog.”

“Done. Tell me about Ralph. Everything. In great detail.”

“OK, but just to bring you down to earth, Sherlock, his name isn’t Ralph. I didn’t want him to use his real name with me. I might invite him and his wife over for dinner some night.
We met at work about three years ago – same company, different department. We ended up smoking together outside. We got to be pretty good friends -- smoke break friends. If you smoked you would know what I mean.”

“I know what you mean. It’s not rocket science.”

“Okay. Anyway, remember my company boat ride last September, a three hour dinner cruise around Manhattan island? It was a beautiful night. I know you remember it because you got a hard-on watching me get dressed – red camisole, no bra, jeans jacket, short jeans skirt, no stockings, sandals. We had a quick fuck before I left. Actually you could say that what happened with Ralph later was part your fault because that fuck was too quick.
And let me add, that I love that routine. I get dressed, you get horny, I get undressed, we fuck, I get dressed again. It takes a little time, but it’s worth it, right?”

“Yes, I enjoy it too, but that fuck was quick because you were late, as usual. And I do love that outfit. Thinking about it will distract me again. Just keep talking please.”

“Anyway, Ralph and I ended up sitting together. We had a few drinks and a few dances.

“We took our smoke breaks on the top deck. When we went up for our last smoke, it was pretty cold and I didn’t have my jacket. The boat was heading for the dock and we were the last ones up there. Most people were crowded around the bar for last call.
I was freezing. My jacket was at the table but Ralph had his. He took it off and put it around me – backwards, with my arms under the jacket – so the back of his jacket covered my front. Then he pulled me towards him so I was leaning backwards on him and we were both covered by the jacket – warm and toasty.

“He put his arms around me from behind and just held me that way for a while. Then he said “Stop me if this isn’t okay” and he started kissing my neck, both sides, then the back of my neck, then my ears.

“In my defense here, you know how horny I get drinking and dancing – especially drinking that single malt scotch you introduced me to. Add a view of Manhattan from the river on a beautiful late summer night and I’m up for anything, right?”

“Yes, I know. Focus April. What next?”

“He put his hands on my shoulders and slid the cami straps down. I pulled my arms up and out of them. Then he slid the cami down past my boobs. My nipples were already hard as pebbles from when I was freezing. He squeezed them and rolled them between his thumb and forefinger while he cupped my boobs, and still kept kissing my neck.

“Mmmmm, this is one very sexy guy, Donny – but not as sexy as you of course.”

“Of course. Thanks, April. But let’s get back to the story before you cum in your pants.”

“I’ll try. If you remember, I was wearing a thong. So I pulled my skirt up and moved my ass back into his hard-on, moving left and right – sort of a backwards lap dance through his pants. And, by the way, thanks for finding me those butt exercises on the web.

“We stayed that way for a while. Luckily no one came by. We weren’t paying much attention, but, who knows, we might have put on a great show for some security camera.

“Then I turned around. We kissed for a long time, our tongues getting very familiar. He put his hands on my ass and pulled me closer. We almost lost the jacket.

“I reached down, unzipped him, and pulled him out, balls too – very hard, and very large. I took a tight hold of it, worked it around and under my thong and rubbed it up and down on my pussy – up and down, around, sliding it over and over my clit…

“Whew, just got a chill. You don’t mind if I rub a little while I tell you about this, do you? It's kind of hot telling you this story. I mean…I see it’s starting to affect you too, Donny.”

“Just go on, please.”

“I would rub his cock around my pussy – very wet now -- then stroke, then rub it around some more…play with his balls a little…running my hands from balls to tip and back again. I had one or two of my silent orgasms here.

“We both wanted to fuck really badly, but there was nowhere to go. I wasn’t about to try one of those jump-up-on-him movie fucks. I could just see myself cumming and flying overboard into the river, which I’m not sure is actually water.

“There was no way he could put that monster back in his pants, so I went down on him, playing with my clit while I sucked and licked his cock – a perfect fit for my mouth. It was beautiful -- wet and slurpy, sucking, licking, stroking, feeling him tense up. I squeezed him and stopped him from cumming a few times – I was enjoying it so much. Finally, I let him cum. We came together, him yelling, me humming – the sound swallowed up by the wind and the engine noise. Speaking of swallowing, as warm and tasty as his big load of cum was, I spit it overboard. After all, this was our first date.

“We fixed ourselves up and went down to the main ballroom. It was 10 o'clock and the boat was docking.”

“I remember going to bed at 11, April, and you were there when I got up at 6. What time did you get home?”

“Between 11 and 6. The night was young with much more to come.”

A Halloween Story

Halloween Night, 2006

I’m John Miller. It’s a crisp cold Halloween night and I’m walking through fields towards my farmhouse. Not really though…the walk is fading out…like I’m in the gray area between fully dreaming and waking up…I am waking up…I can’t really remember the dream anymore.

Wide awake now. I’m in bed with Janey, my wife. The room is cool and we’re both naked but we’re under an old warm quilt. Her regular breathing tells me she’s sound asleep. We have a Halloween tradition since we’ve been married. We go to sleep naked and whoever wakes up during the night wakes the other with gentle lovemaking.

Janey is beautiful. Even in the dark, her flaming red hair arouses me. I love this woman so much it feels like my heart will jump out of my throat.

She loves when I rub her chest, so I start to rub it softly. My farmer’s hands are big and rough, but that’s never bothered her. I caress her breasts while I kiss her cheek, not ready yet to kiss her lips. The game is to see how far one can go without the other waking up.

Burying my head beneath the quilt, I start to kiss her breasts, moving from one to the other, my lips just brushing her nipples. Her breathing speeds up a bit. She’s starting to come out of her sleep.

I kiss her breasts some more, now concentrating on her nipples. She loves when I bite them, so I do…and kiss them, and lick them and suck on them.

My left hand strokes her legs…her inner thighs…and spreads them a little. My cock is now very hard. A bit on the large side, it’s pressing hard against her leg.

Waking now, she grabs my head, runs her fingers through my hair and kisses me. Her whole body starts to squirm a bit. I move my right arm under her shoulders and neck and kiss her warm lips, while my left hand finds a home between her legs – two fingers sliding in and out of her now wet pussy. We stay this way for a while.

She pushes me over on to my back and climbs on top of me with her face over my cock. I’m throbbing and wet with pre-cum. She licks my balls, licks my shaft and runs her hands all over...teasing me…not touching the head of my cock.

My face is wet with pussy juice as I tongue fuck her, one thumb playing with her clit. I slide my other thumb into her asshole. She loves this. I hear a little chirp from her as she stops teasing and takes my cock into her mouth, bathing the head with her tongue, while still cupping my balls with one hand and stroking my shaft with the other.

Our timing is just right, perfected over the years. We are both ready. We both lay on our sides, her back to me. With our legs entwined I enter her pussy from behind. I penetrate and start fucking…holding her breasts from behind…nuzzling her neck…smelling her hair. It doesn’t take long for both of us to come…waves of pleasure running through our body like it’s one.

We kiss and fall asleep.

I wake up about a half hour before sunrise. I smell bacon frying and hear Janey and our daughter talking in the kitchen. Every morning before breakfast I get in my truck and take a quick trip around the farm to check things out. So I call out a “good morning” and walk out the front door.

Dammit, where’s that truck? It should be right in front of the house. Hell, I’ll just walk across the field to the small stand of trees and follow the road around to the house. It’s going to be a beautiful day.

I start to get that dreamy feeling again…a sense of unreality. As I get to the stand of trees, I see a stone…it looks like a headstone…What the hell?.....

Back at the house:

“Mom, did you have the dream again?”

“Yes, Baby, I did,” Janey told her daughter. “It’s a beautiful dream, incredibly realistic. I’ve had it every year since he died. Someday I’ll tell you all about it.”

Morning after Halloween, 10 years ago

[The Sentinel…November 1, 1996…Local farmer John Miller died this morning from injuries sustained when his truck…]

Not a "Bad Beat"

Last weekend my wife April, her poker buddy Nancy and I went to Atlantic City. Nancy had a full RFB comp (that’s complimentary Room-Food-Beverage based on her previous levels of poker play in the casino).

We’ve done this before. It’s almost routine. They give us a nice big room, with queen size beds, one for Nancy and one for April and me. I sleep at night. The girls don’t.

Except for a few breaks, the girls play poker day and night.

About midnight Saturday, I went up to the room alone, shut all the lights and fell right to sleep. I should mention that we each carry one bag and we live out of the bags. We don’t unpack; we don’t use the drawers.

Some time during the night I was half awakened by April rummaging around in a bag next to our bed in the dark. I couldn’t see anything in the dark without my contacts, and I didn’t say anything.

Since I usually wake up horny, I reached out and started to rub her thighs through her sweats. She didn’t say anything. She just spread her legs a little and stayed perfectly still.

I rubbed higher and higher until I was working her pussy with my thumb. She was breathing heavier and her legs were getting squirmy. Then she slipped out of the sweats and I continued playing. I slid two fingers inside looking for her g-spot, which I found right away (I’m so good at that). I began sliding them in and out, in and out – a nice sexy rhythm; and I continued to roll her clit under my thumb.

By this time I was pitching a tent in the bed. With one hand, she pulled off the blanket and began stroking my cock. With the other hand she reached down to her pussy and guided my thumb over her clit. This was sooooo good. She moved her hips and her hand in rhythm with my finger fucking. We continued this way for a while, the juice from her pussy actually running down my arm.

“Something is not right”…that was my mind speaking. Luckily my body paid no attention. But I was putting together some bits of information. April’s thighs were a bit more muscular than usual. Her pussy hair was not quite right. The smell of our sex was intoxicating, but not exactly the same as usual. Was this April? Or was it Nancy???

My thoughts were interrupted as she climbed on to my cock, one foot still standing on the floor, the other leg on my other side. We began to fuck…and fuck. I reached up to her tits. This would be the definitive test. Nancy and April are about the same size, but Nancy’s tits are noticeably bigger.

She must have had the same thought at the same time, because she intercepted my hands before I could feel her tits; and she pushed them to my chest. She kept her hands on mine and used me for leverage. I know I could have just said, “Who is this?” but this was too much fun to risk.

I began to pound my cock into her cunt as we went from rhythmic to frantic. She was trying very hard to keep from crying out, but I could feel the waves of orgasms traveling through her body. I thrust harder and harder. The bed was bouncing. I came violently inside her. I could feel the pleasure spread from my groin.

She climbed off and pulled on her sweats. Before she left the room she touched my lips with her finger…giving me my final taste of her sweet pussy. I faded off to sleep.

When I awoke Sunday morning, April was in the shower; Nancy was asleep in the next bed. We were up and out pretty fast. We drove home and dropped Nancy at her car. Everyone kissed goodbye. But before Nancy kissed me, she touched my lips with her finger, a finger with a very familiar taste.

“I have another comp to use next week; what do you guys think?” she said.

“I’m in!”

On the Job

This is what really happened at work Friday: I met a new employee. Someone brought her by my office to introduce her to me. She’s about 40, maybe 5-7, white skin, jet black hair, green eyes, very thin. She wore a plain black dress just a little above her knee, with dark stockings and medium high heels. We shook hands and as she walked out. I thought, I’m glad you’re here.

This is what happened in my head: She walked in and introduced herself.

“I’m Irene, I’m the new rep on your western regional sales team and I wanted to meet you personally because I’m planning to do a kick-ass job and you will be hearing about me.”

“That’s great Irene. I’ve seen your resume. I know you have the background we want. You’ve done well in the past and you’re bringing over some good contacts.”

“Thank you, Don, but there is something else. You do have the last word on who gets what accounts, don’t you?”

“Yes, based primarily on performance, and of course, after you’ve established some sort of track record with us.”

“What about people with special skills?” she asked.

While I’m wondering where this is going, she gets up, closes my office door and locks it.

She says, “Stand up and come around the desk.”

I do it. We get very close and I put my hands on her breasts, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs.

“No,” she says, “maybe next time, for today just leave your hands at your sides. This is my interview. I’ll do the work.”

She lowered my fly and took out my cock. She stroked and massaged it until it was like a piece of oak. She took my balls out too, cupped them and rubbed them a bit. Then she took off her shoes, took off her panties, and sat on the floor in front of me.

“Do you like my feet?” she asked.

“Yes, you have beautiful feet.”

“I’m glad you like them.”

She reached up with her stocking feet, and began to rub my balls. That, plus the site of her glistening bare cunt, made me almost cum on the spot.

She held my cock with her toes and began to stroke it. Maybe because it was my first time, it was far better than a hand job, better even than a blow job. The stockings added an erotic edge that’s hard to define. She kept stroking. I watched her cunt get wetter, and could tell she was squirming and squeezing her thighs together to massage her clit. I knew she would cum too.

“Tell me when you’re about to cum,” she ordered, “a few seconds before.”

She stroked and squirmed some more.

“I’m ready. I’m ready.” I said.

“Okay, don’t move, don’t touch. Stay perfectly still”

She got to her knees and put my cock in her mouth. She didn’t lick. She didn’t rub. She just waited.

I came in waves…without touching, without thrusting into her mouth, without her licking or stroking. She swallowed every drop, got back down onto her back, reached up with her toes and started stroking my cock again...this time faster.

“You’ll come again in less than a minute. Just stand there and enjoy it.”

She got back up on her knees, put my cock in her mouth, rubbed it, licked it, and I came again…right on schedule. Wow.

She got up, smiled, and sat on my desk.

“Give me a second,” she said.

She put her feet up on the desk and started to play with her pussy.

I said, “No, let me finish this off.”

I pulled her talented feet up to my shoulders and, sill hard and slick, I pushed my cock into her cunt. I fucked her hard and fast for the half a minute it took for her to cum.

She put her panties and shoes back on, smiled and said, “I’ll see you at the quarterly meeting. You owe me one.”

[Ladies, this is an example of what I’m thinking when I see you at work…hope you like it.]

On the Psychiatrist's Couch

OK…here’s a little introspection and self analysis (or, if you will, a semi-drunken rant).

I love blogging. I enjoy writing the stories, especially the ones I write with my buddy, Sage…and I love reading what you guys and girls all write.

And I’ve noticed something about myself. Since I’ve been writing this blog, I relate to women better than ever before. I was at an office happy hour this evening. I spent more time and had more fun with the office women then I have in years…or ever. If I didn’t have to get home, I would have had material for a pretty good story. This happens everywhere I go lately. I even notice it with female relatives.

So does this happen to all of you sex bloggers out here? Do you all relate better to the opposite sex since you’ve been blogging? Am I walking around with some sex blogger aura? Or is it just that I have more confidence with women whose pussies I might write about tomorrow?

I don’t want to over-analyze this or get too anal -- oops, wrong choice of words for this crowd -- get too compulsive about this. It’s just an observation, not the result of a scientific study. But I am curious.

Good, bad, informative or indifferent – please comment. Thanks.

Vegas Part 2, The Suite

Don…

In the elevator, I slide my suite access card into the slot and press 25. My arm is around Sage. Her head is on my shoulder. She smells so good. I can’t believe this is working out. We’re living a dream. When this is over, I’m not sure I’ll believe it really happened. Of course, when we get back we’ll write about it, we’ll share it through our blogs. We get to the 25th floor and enter the suite. Before we turn the lights on, we’re faced with a spectacular nighttime Vegas view. We stand there together and just soak in the amazing colors. I flip on the lights and see champagne on ice, sent up by Henry, the casino host. I pour us two glasses and we drink to our trip. One sip of champagne…we can’t wait anymore.

Sage is on a bar stool, her long legs crossed, her dress high on her thighs. She is beautiful. I turn her around and from behind, I slide the thin straps from her shoulders, slide her dress down to free her breasts – milky white and almost luminescent in the dim light. I cup them from behind. Her breasts are warm and soft, her nipples become hard fast. I kiss her shoulders. I kiss her neck, lingering there while I rub her breasts. She turns her face to me and smiles. We kiss, a long kiss, our tongues exploring each other, until we’re out of breath.

She stands up, steps out of the dress and kicks it aside, leaving her in nothing but high heels and stockings. I lift her on to the bar in a sitting position, strip off all of my clothes and step in between her legs, my face at breast height. She rubs my shoulders. I pull her close and rub her back, kissing her tits and sucking on her nipples. Both nipples are wet and very hard. I know she likes this so I bite on her nipples, feeling her pleasure; and her pleasure is all that counts. I want this to be the best experience she’s ever had.

I get a pillow and lay Sage down lengthwise on the bar with me standing next to her. Her head is in my right arm. I drip a little champagne on her nipples and continue kissing, licking, sucking and biting, while my left hand begins to rub her pussy, which by now is very wet, and very slippery. I move my fingers up and down, first on her outer lips, then on her inner lips, then penetrating a little. I do this over and over. I can feel her raising her ass to thrust her pussy harder against my hand. She squeezes my hand between her legs, trying to get her clit into the action, but, for the moment, I avoid it. We’re just about ready for the first orgasm of the trip.

We kiss some more, then I move to the end of the bar. I remove her heels, then kiss her toes, lingering for a while before moving to the souls her feet. Sage has beautiful legs. I could hold them like this forever but I move along, kissing my way along her calves, along her thighs, up to her pussy, which is now very ready for my tongue.

I slide her towards me and place her legs over my shoulders. I lick the folds of her pussy, up and down, over and over. I pull back the hood of her swollen clit and start to lick it softly and slowly. Sage is breathing harder. I lick a little faster and harder. My mouth and Sage’s pussy establish a sort of rhythm. She knows how I will move; I know how she will move. We keep this up for a while. I can feel the tension rising within her.

Finally, never abandoning her clit, I slide two fingers into Sage’s pussy and find her g-spot. I move my fingers in and out, hard and fast, over and over, harder and faster.

Sage cums violently…shaking, thrusting and screaming. For a second I think she’ll fall off the bar. I almost cum too. My cock is hard as a rock and yet to be involved in the fun.

As the tension subsides and our breathing becomes normal, I take Sage’s face in my hands and kiss her…her eyes, her cheeks, her lips. I pick her up and carry her to the bed.

Sage…

As Don and I enter the elevator he puts his arm around me and pulls me close. Resting my head on his shoulder I close my eyes and I can't help but be a little nervous. So much could happen in these few short days... the beginning of all my fantasies coming to life. My nerves should be going crazy right now but the longer he holds me the calmer I feel. We always seem to connect. That's what brought me here. It's like the last piece of a puzzle falling in to place.

As we sip champagne watching the beautiful view of Vegas I am so anxious for the...fucking... to begin. (I have a dirty mouth when I'm horny). Just when I think that I am going to have to make the first move, he moves up to me and turns me around, with my back facing his chest. His hands move to my shoulders to slide the thin straps of my dress down my arms and over my breasts. Exposing them to his gaze. I can feel the heat of his gaze as his eyes roam over my breasts for the first time. My nipples harden from the sudden chill... and from my arousal. He holds and caresses them from behind making me moan softly. Softly,slowly he kisses my neck and shoulder making me feel like I am the only person in the world that exists at this very moment. I turn my face to smile up at him and he kisses me. He gives the kiss everything he has... everything he feels... demanding the same from me.

I stand up and slip out of my dress letting it fall to the floor. I am so turned on right now. But I can't make myself rush this moment. Our first time together will never happen again. I want this so much but I want it to be special, for him, for me, for both of us. I'm not quite sure where these feelings are coming from, they are not typical of me. The yearning for a slow pace, a soft touch, a memorable moment in time. All thoughts leave my mind as he lifts me up, places me on the bar and steps between my legs. I grab his shoulders for support and begin rubbing them, he has wonderful skin. It makes me want to nuzzle my face into him. Ohhhhhhh god... he's kissing and biting my breasts just the way I like it. My insides melt knowing that he remembers this about me.

He steps away to grab a pillow then eases me down upon it, across the bar. I smile at the fact that he is so considerate of my comfort. My smile fades as he begins the slow torture of softly licking, kissing, and sucking my breasts. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm it feels so good. The shock of him pouring champagne over my body makes me squirm, the coldness is soon forgotten as he brings his mouth back to me to taste. He runs his hand down my body, between my legs and begins to play with my pussy. Mean man... he's teasing me... he knows how much I love to be finger fucked... Over and over he teases me, plays with me. It's not enough... I need more. I can't help but clench my legs around his hand in an effort to get what I need.

He pulls away after giving me another bone melting kiss. He removes my heels and kisses my toes. The pleasure he is giving me makes it hard for me to breathe. He moves up my legs never missing a spot. Nobody has ever spent this kind of time on me, on my pleasure. He slides my body towards him and brings his mouth to my aching pussy... yesssssssss finally...uhhhhhhhhh... he's doing it again... teasing me. Licking and sucking me slowly. Just when I feel like I am ready to go out of my mind he changes the pace, changes the pressure. Hard just the way I like it, on my clit. He knows just the way I like it, exactly. It's perfect. He thrusts two finger into my pussy and the pleasure becomes unbearable. I want to cum so badly. I need to cum. It feels like it will never end. Like I will never have a release from the torture. I buck into his mouth and fingers. Riding them wildly. I lose all control over myself when I feel like this. I must look like a mad woman. He's there... the spot. The perfect spot. In my mind I am moaning, babbling... there, yes there... more... fuck I need more...fuck yes... there... ohhhhhhh god... please harder, faster... yes... oh god yes... ohhhhhhhh FUCK... YESSSSSSSSS!!!! But, as I cum, the only thing that comes out of my mouth is a scream...

He kisses me again making my body tingle. As he carries me to the bed my thoughts are... Mmmmmm I think it's time for Don to have a little pleasure (torture) of his own... I can't wait.... :)

Vegas Part 1, The Meeting

[This is part one of a post written by Sage of http://www.secretlysage.blogspot.com/ and Don of http://www.morningwood55.blogspot.com/. The story describes our fantasy meeting in Las Vegas. Each part will be posted simultaneously in both our blogs. If you’ve read our blogs, you have some idea about how this will go. Enjoy.]

Don...

Finally checked in. Sage, Sage, Sage, I can’t wait to meet you. I’m a nervous wreck. This is a nice place, off the strip but close enough to walk, and a high-floor suite with a beautiful strip view.

Good news–bad news though. The good news is that my casino host went for the suite. He really didn’t want to. The bad news is that it’s going to be very tough to spend the time to lay down enough action that I keep him happy and get to come back, or, that I don’t get thrown out. Usually I’m gambling 18 hours a day when I’m out here.

This time it’s different, and it’s worth it -- way over-the-top worth it. I’m spending the weekend alone with Sage. Since I read her first post, she’s been at the center of my dreams. I never thought this could happen. I’ve been on-line for years and never met one on-line friend in real life. Sage’s written words, the images, the descriptions…the thought of stepping into one of her scenes makes me shudder.

The late night arrival was a good idea – Sage’s idea. It’s 3 AM, the casino and bars are pretty empty. It sets a romantic mood, conducive to intimate conversation, and getting to know each other. We decided to find a Black Jack table in the part of the casino that’s closest to the strip. That’s where we’ll meet. The time is now.

Flying out here I thought about, wrote, rehearsed, and re-thought my opening lines about a million times. I ended up at “Hi Sage, I’m Don, let’s go have a drink and get acquainted.” I know, I know. It sounds like a line from some fucked up movie. But what else can……

It hits like a shock wave. There she is! From behind, I take it all in, sexy legs on high heels, a shimmering brown dress with lines so smooth you know that the dress is all there is. I’ve never seen her hair, but somehow it’s familiar. I know it. I know those soft shiny brown curls flowing down her back. I walk up behind her, lift her hair to my face and breathe it in. My knees are weak. I turn her face around and give her a long lingering kiss…“Let’s go up.”

Sage...

I can't believe I'm doing this... For the first time in my life, I am doing something for me and it scares me to death. I have just finished slipping on my dress, I turn to look in the mirror... I wonder what Don will see when he looks at me? Will he find me attractive? I chose my dress for me, I needed a little familiarity around me tonight. To help calm my nerves. It's a favorite of mine, I love it. A shiny brown slip dress with an embroidered design between my breasts. Cut low enough to show off the tattoo I have above my left breast. The thing that makes this dress my favorite is that it is the exact color of my hair. Making my average boring brown hair... sparkle. I decided to leave my hair down tonight, I don't feel that I could handle the added stress of whether or not my hair is still up in clips... is it slipping, lopsided, or losing a few stray curly strands? Ugghh. I so do not need that kind of stress tonight. So it's gonna have to be down. Long, curly and down to the middle of my back. Mmmmm since I'm leaving it loose, maybe Don will find a reason to pull it, a huge turn on. One last thing... I slip on my 4" high heeled, strappy sandals and I'm ready to go...

I take a deep breath as I step out of the taxi. Oh god, I don't know if I can do this. I don't think I'm going to be able to go through with it. Take a deep breath Sage, you can do this. It's what you want, what you have been dreaming of, for so long. Remember the connection you feel whenever you chat with Don. Remember how he makes you laugh. This is your chance, maybe your one and only chance, to finally be able to live out some of your most desired fantasies. That's why you are here. That's why you agreed to meet him. You can do it... I pull open the door to the casino and step in. It's OK I can do this, Oh god, how am I going to be able to find him? I told him what I look like and what I would be wearing, I should have found out about him, He told me what he looks like but not what he would be wearing. Shit. I hope he finds me quickly, before I lose my nerve. I begin to walk around, checking out all the different men who are alone. I see a couple of men that could be him... I'm just not sure though, and too nervous to approach one of them.

From behind I feel someone lift my hair... that better be Don or I am....before I can finish my thought, he turns my head and kisses me. Don... it's him... I feel the connection... he's described this first kiss to me a hundred times and it's everything I dreamed it would be. He whispers to me, "Let's go up" and I know everything is going to be...perfect...