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🕑 Added 2024-06-10 14:00:53 +0000 UTC smut time 🥵 (I know I promised a ‘get dressed with me’ video for this date but I left it waaay too late getting ready lol) I had an absolutely amazing date with a guy, let’s call him *A*, on Saturday night 🥰 He’d organised it a few weeks prior, booked us a hotel and a table at a really nice restaurant that I’d never been to before, *so needless to say, I was already* hard *for him for weeks before we even met* 😮💨 We’d arranged for me to arrive at 3, but my taxi got stuck in *every single red light* on the way there so I arrived closer to 3:10 *(and I was a little panicked, worrying he’d think I wasn’t gonna show up 😬)* but I got there, weaved my way through the 400 hen parties that were going on in Cardiff this weekend *(okay maybe a slight exaggeration but not by much),* and I saw a very handsome man *with hair that I thought would look great running between my fingers while he goes dow— okay, getting ahead of myself there, more on that later 😘* dressed in a nice waistcoat, holding an absolutely lovely looking bouquet of roses *(also huge, I’ve honestly never seen this many roses at once)*. I dropped my suitcase off in our room and we headed out for some cocktails to get to know each other, *weaving through yet more hen parties*. Looking at the menu, I knew what I wanted to order: a pornstar martini (sidenote: I always feel awkward ordering pornstar martinis considering… y’know. So I assure you it’s because of the taste *and not my love of irony*). A ordered the same, and *once he managed to fight his way through - you guessed it - even more hen parties* we finally got to start chatting. One of the first questions A asked me was along the lines of “so what nerdy things do you enjoy?” and I tentatively replied that the main one for me is *Star Wars*. The way his eyes lit up when I said that made me feel safe revealing that when I say *Star Wars* I don’t just mean the films, I mean the multitude TV series as well, live action and animated. (inb4 “Steph, you said this is smut, where is the sex? 😠”, be patient, don’t you wanna know how we got there? And, more importantly, don’t you wanna know how to get me so horny I take my clothes off?) SO, we had 2 cocktails at this first bar, and - without realising it - our chairs had moved steadily closer to the point our knees were just about touching 🥵. Alas, the bar was loud, so we left. We still had an hour and a half until our dinner reservation, so we went to another bar, foolishly thinking it would be quieter. *Did I mention there were a lot of hen parties in Cardiff on Saturday?* Onto the next bar, A sent me to scavenge us a table while he ordered our cocktails (2for1? Yes please). I found a high table and - not wanting to lose any progress - immediately moved two chairs to be very close together on one side of it *(I’m a sucker for closeness, sue me 🤷🏻♀️)*. Another great thing about our chairs being next to each other is that it made for some great people-watching, something that we both apparently enjoy partaking in. We spoke a little about sports because there was some rugby on the TVs, and we discovered that we had both played rugby in our youths (albeit I was the only one who’d played proper rugby, whereas A had played that *awful union stuff* 😉). This second bar was downstairs, which meant I was able to give him a fantastic view as we left 🍑 With roughly half an hour to go until dinner, we briefly stopped at a 3rd bar, *though most of our time there was taken up by me going to use the bathroom* (which was up 2 flights of stairs and then - by the feel of it - *a 30 mile walk down a narrow corridor*). By the time I got back it was almost time for our meal, so it was a quick downing of our cocktails before heading across the road. The restaurant *oh my god the restaurant* was absolutely lovely - I’d been meaning to try this place for almost the entire 7 years I’ve lived here. A wonderful family owned Italian restaurant, walls decorated with photographs of the owner with various celebrities ranging from local Welsh figures all the way to Princess Diana. A lot of our conversation here centred around the *truly huge* amount of photos on the walls. Now, I had been looking at the menu for this place online every day since it was booked and yet, in classic fashion for me, I still did not know what to order (it all looked really good, and I love food, and honestly every time I looked at the menu my mind started to drift towards daydreaming of what we’ll do when we get back to the hotel 🥰). I settled on a seafood linguine and A had something that resembled a bolognese, but I can’t remember what it was called exactly because I was too busy thinking of what the rest of the night had in store for us. (“STEPH WHERE IS THE SEX?” I’m getting to it I promise 😭. For me, foreplay isn’t just hand stuff before a shag, it’s also the entire date before that *hell, for me it goes all the way back to the first messages we exchanged*. Anyway look, I’ll fast forward to us being back in the room, *how’s that?*) SO, we’re back in the room, and I had promised A that I’d be getting changed when we returned (because, let’s face it, there’s not much opportunity for sexy lingerie under the dress I wore for the meal). I donned a lacy black bra and thong, with a red and black garter belt, and some nice black seamed stockings, a different dress, and some tall red heels *(oh, and a rather large butt plug 🤭).* I had been waiting patiently to kiss A since I saw him outside the hotel - I wanted to for the whole date, but the lipstick I was wearing was very *smudge-able* so I had to restrain myself. Not anymore though 😍 I can’t quite remember how we started kissing, *in my defence, there was not much blo0d in my head at this point.* We decided that we were both a little overdressed (I think I excused it due to the warmness of the hotel room). My dress hit the floor *so* quickly. Now, to add some context before I get into it: in our messages prior to this date, we’d found out that we’re both very competitive, so we had decided that A was going to think of some games for us to play where the loser receives a *punishment*. The first challenge was to stare into each other’s eyes with a straight face, and the first to break a smile lost. *Little did A know, I am fantastic at holding a straight face*. Naturally, I won this challenge 💅 and A revealed he had also bought a couple more presents for me - one of which was a nice little riding crop for the winner to spank the loser with 🤭. A couple quick lashes later and we were onto the next one. One thing to know about me is that I am only ticklish on one *tiny* spot on my lower back. With that in mind, challenge number 2 was a tickle fight: loser was whoever smiled or laughed first. Turns out A is *very* ticklish, so I won that one with ease as well. To his credit, A did find my ticklish spot quite a lot throughout the night, just not yet 😇. After a few other challenges, we finally allowed our instincts to take over. Off went my heels and bra, and off went, well, his underwear was all that was left at this point anyway 🤭. I love giving love bites, and it turns out A loves receiving them - *perfect*. By the time we checked out of the hotel, his neck was truly a work of art 🎨 Remember earlier how I was going to say I thought his hair would look amazing with my fingers running through it while he went down on me? I don’t think I’ve ever been more right in all my life *(at this point in the night, I had completely lost track of time, he could have been down there for 30 seconds or 2 hours for all I know)*. A was incredible, my eyes were rolling back and my moans getting louder. Then it was my turn 😈. Okay, so, I see any dick as a challenge, I *always* want to see how far down I can go. And when I’ve been treated as well as I was on Saturday evening, I’m obviously not going to just stop once I reach the base. I don’t know if it was his gentle demeanour on the date, his generosity, or his attractiveness, but I was throating it as though I needed his cock more than I needed air to breathe. I only stopped when A told me there was still a part of my body that he’d not looked after yet. The *moan* I let out when removing the plug was potentially the loudest noise I’d made yet that evening, but it certainly wasn’t the loudest by the end. I love having my ass eaten, and A seemed to really love eating ass. His tongue was amazing, I was *desperate* for him to fuck me after about 3 seconds, let alone however long he was actually down there for 🥵. I think my favourite thing about sex is that first moment it goes in, that feeling never gets old 😍 absolute pure bliss. A’s cock was the *perfect* size to hit the right spot every time, I was in heaven. We did it in cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, d0ggy, missionary, a couple of positions that I don’t know the name of, over the course of about 3 hours (we had breaks, we’re not *machines, goddd*). A asked where he should cum, and I said, in what can only be described as a *pathetically* subby voice, “on my face”. As he stood over me, I closed my eyes and stuck my tongue out, and felt a few drops start to hit my face. I was a little disappointed, thinking *’is this it?’* until a few moments later, when I realised that was just pre-cum, the actual load was *huge* 💦🥵. I was covered, my face was covered, my tits were covered, there was some in my hair, on my neck, and even my stomach. A 10/10 facial. After I *cleaned up* a little, we cuddled and watched some TV while lazily making out before going to sleep in a great mood - excited for what we might get up to the following morning 😇 This post has ended up WAY longer than I thought it would, and I’ve been writing it for about 2 hours, so I’m gonna stop here, but if you want me to write about the next morning then tell me so 🥰 *(and don’t worry, it won’t start with like 75,000 pages of non-sex that potentially only appeals to me)*
