The next time I met Conner it was at his apartment. You can probably guess... It was everything I dreamed. Then - and you're going to think this is so stupid - he pulled out my dream fan. Yeah. A dumb fan. But you don't understand! It's this German design. No blades. It's like, "how the fuck does that even work?"- its so amazing - fan. I've always wanted one. And Connor pulls it out and told this funny story about a couple at the store who were saying to each other "what kind of an idiot would pay $300 for a fan?" and then he picked it up and said "this kind of idiot." ha ha. And he told me how he wanted it but then he made himself wait for it to be sure he really did want it. OK, reader, do you see what just happened there? 1. He demonstrated that he has great taste that also matches my own. 2. He's funny and 3. He is financially responsible. All implied within the space of two minutes! That's what makes this guy so amazing. Here is something you might find interesting. His face is... To be nice about it... Not my type. He looks like those Venice Beach body builders. I don't know if you had these commercials where you live. It was for a gym and this body builder kept repeating in an Arnold-like voice, "I lift things up and I put things down." It is how Conner LOOKS, if he didnt open his mouth. I was tempted to say that line to him but I bet a lot of people said that to him. I restrained myself. He actually was quite intelligent. My point is you don't have to look perfect to score the chicks. And did he ever! He was always having three ways and banging young hot gals. I don't know how he did it. Maybe he was a part of that Pick-Up Artist community. There is one thing he does that you can't learn in a book or Pick-up Artist message board - the ability to read minds. He's just so in tune with women I guess. He says what I'm thinking. It's eerie.
I would go into his office and lounge on his enormous bean bag chair (not a cheap one either). It was so comfortable. We even fucked on it. I always made him fuck me anally because I was always so turned on with him. My sphincter just swallowed his cock for breakfast. Yummy. In fact, anal sex was a favorite of mine with everyone. Anal sex is interesting because it has nothing to do with stretching out. It's 100% about relaxation and arousal. The proof of this is that there is one situation in which I can never do it. It's excruciating. I have to kick him off before he tears me. Every time he tries. He being... my husband. Sad, huh?
Conner's dick was averaged size but his balls were big. This meant little to me until years later when a guy introduced me to the ball busting fetish - in which you kick a man in the balls. Ha ha. Anyway, now I think it's pretty fun so Conner's big balls are a bit of a turn on. Too bad he won't let me kick them.
One time he lifted me up on his counter (hot) and touched my pussy (also hot) while we talked. It was an erotic gesture. Another time I stopped by before going to a wedding. My hair and makeup were all done up. As I sat on the bed he stared me down and said, "you're beautiful". I said, "thank you". He intensely stared me down and said in the most serious voice, "No. You're beautiful." It was one of the most precious moments of my life. Women are the most self conscious creatures. To have someone penetrate that insecurity is the most intimate thing.
After we screw he pulls out his laptop and we watch funny videos together. This is genius. I'm talking rocket-science genius. Because we continue to lay there naked, bodies pressed up against each other, laughing and talking, with no awkward silences or feeling like its too serious for No-Strings-Attached sex. It's cuddling in disguise! I walk away from the encounter feeling totally satisfied. Emotionally and physically. Take notes.