Unexpected

My ex came over yesterday to help me install some shelves I got at IKEA around the condo. I promised to make his favorite, chicken enchiladas, for his trouble. I was almost finished preparing the meal when I got a text from Daniel. He was on his way over to bring me a surprise.

I said okay but warned him I had company over and was about to eat. He didn't seemed bothered by that at all. Plus, this way I wouldn't have as many leftovers to pig out on :)

He was there just as I was warming up some queso, so I asked Jackson to get the door. The bowl had just started turning in the microwave when I heard raised, angry voices coming from the living room.

"What are you really doing here? Haven't you destroyed her life enough?"

"Just who the fuck do you think you are?" I came around the corner to see my ex shouting that last thing at Daniel.

"What's going on here?" I asked, looking from one furious face to the other.

"You didn't tell me HE was the company, Abby," Daniel spat and kept his eyes locked with Jackson's.

"Who the hell is this guy? And why am I not putting my fist through his face right now?"

That set Daniel off and he flew at my ex, but I squeezed between them before a punch could he thrown.

"You both better calm down or I'm kicking you out."

They were still fuming, but at least they'd turned human again instead of Neanderthal idiots.

I explained to each of them what the other was doing there. Daniel was not pleased at all to discover that I had been telling the truth about just how close I still was to my ex. Jackson wasn't thrilled to meet someone who was possibly screwing his wife.

Jackson wanted to leave but I insisted he take a big portion of the food with him.

Then, Daniel and I were alone...and it was awkward because he was truly pissed at me and I didn't understand why.

I turned around, after shutting the door behind Jackson, and Daniel was standing over me, less than a foot away.

I gasped.

"I thought you couldn't stand each other," he whispered. There was an emotional edge to his voice but I couldn't decipher it.

I stared at him for a long time before answering. "He was everything to me for 10 years, Daniel. Just because we don't make each other happy all the time doesn't mean I don't love him anymore."

He seemed to be processing this for the moment. When he finally eased out of my space, he spoke. I brought you something."

"Oh yeah," I said with relieved chuckle. "So where is it?"

Daniel smiled then. "In the other room. I left it in the hall when I started...when I met your ex-husband. But then I went to retrieve it later."

When he finally revealed it, I was extremely moved.

"It's a painting of the Aramaic word for 'beginning'." I looked at him in awe. "I thought you might appreciate it," he added shyly.

"My gosh, are you kidding?" I exclaimed. "I love it! It is perfect, thank you." I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him deeply.

Before we could get started he pulled away and disentangles himself from my arms. "I should get going."

"You have to be somewhere?" Could my voice sound any more desperate?

"No, but if something were...to happen," he said and glanced at me warily, "then it might feel like I was getting paid for my gift."

I couldn't believe he would actually think something like that! "Daniel!"

"I know," he interrupted. He moved us over to sit on the bed. "This," he gestured at the two of us, "is very different than anything I've ever been through before. My emotions are already more insane than I can really tolerate. I just don't want to rock that boat any further. Okay?"

For some reason this made me very sad. All I could do was nod.

"God, you are really making this hard!"

"Excuse me?" I had definitely missed something.

"That face! Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"

I stared at him blankly. What was he talking about?

"I do feel bad about ruining your lunch, so can I take you out to dinner tonight?"

Just seeing how happy he was at the idea made me flush. How could I say "no"?

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Daniel took me to my favorite seafood restaurant, Pier 34, which was right near his home. I stuffed myself on shrimp and crab legs and really really good margaritas. So good in fact, that I got a tad tipsy after just one. And for me, tipsy turns me into a vey brave, very HORNY lady.

The booth we were in was secluded and dark and so after the waitress took our plates and was busy getting our dessert orders, I had some fun.

Daniel was talking about some guy at work and I reached under the table and started dancing my way up his leg until I found his zipper.

He gasped as I yanked it down. "Abby, what...?"

"Shhh...." I laughed and reached inside until I found it. And HOO BOY, he was already ready to go! My fingers wrapped around his rock hard length and pumped a couple times.

He sucked in a hard breath. "Abby, I swear to---" his words cut off as I rubbed my thumb over his tip, feeling the slick moisture that was beginning to seep out. His hand suddenly covered mine. "If you continue this, then I will have to take you out back and fuck your brains out on the street."

"Is that a promise?". I smiled widely.

His eyes smoldered as they held mine. I worked his wetness around, lubing up the shaft. I squeezed hard as I got down to the base and then released it to cup his balls. The first time I touched them his knees hit the table so loud everyone in the restaurant seemed to turn and stare.

I still wasn't done playing when the waitress came back, but she didn't seem to suspect. I ate my cheesecake with one hand like nothing was going on. I even "mmm'd" to make him suffer a litle more. I was evil.

Just as I was about to finish the job, he pushed me away violently and scooted a few feet down on the booth. I watched him slyly readjust himself and then he threw some money down on the table. Before I could ask questions he yanked me up and pulled me in front of him. As he pushed us out the front door, the poking on my lower back made it clear what I was helping him hide with my body.

Instead of steering us toward his car, though, he began pushing me toward the alley behind the retaurant. My heart rate accelerated dramatically. Was he serious?

"Daniel, where are you taking me?"

"I warned you what would happen if you kept going...". He rounded the corner and kept pushing me forward until I was up against the brick wall. Daniel was unzipping his pants and, once finished, let his impressive dick hang out, I could nearly see it pulsating.

Then he yanked down my capris and panties in one motion. I yelled but he clamped his hand over it mouth, forcing my head back against the brick. Then I was lifted off the ground, my legs pushed up around his waist. His cock speared into me as our bodies mashed against the wall.

"Oh fuck, fuck! FUCK!" I kept screaming but his mouth kept it from being more than muffled gobbledeegook.

He was pounding me so hard I could feel where the brick was slashing holes in my shirt. "Jesus, Abby!"

Our sweaty bodies grinder harder and I could hear him fighting to talk. "I'm...gonna cum...inside you!" And then he was. For the first time I realized, he didn't use a condom.

He held me like that, up against the wall, until he could breathe normally. When he let me go I collapsed to the ground, confused.

Daniel was beside me immediately. "What's the matter, Abby? Are you hurt?"

"I don't know.". He helped me get redressed and I used that moment to figure it what happened. The sex had been phenomenal. There was no doubt about that. But now...?

He wrapped an arm around my waist to walk me to the car and I heard him gasp.

"Jesus, Abby, you're bleeding!"

"Oh yeah." Now I remembered. My back.

He was near hysterics and wrapped his jacket around me, ushering me into his car. When we arrived at his place, he took me into his bathroom and pulled off my clothes, making me sit in a warm bath while he cleaned my wounds.

It wasn't as bad as he made it to be, but I knew how guilty he was feelig so I let him continue. He dressed me in some of his sweats and told me there was absolutely no way he was letting me leave tonight in my condition.

So was it my fault then if I woke up at 2 and attacked him in his sleep? He had snuggled against my back during the night and I could feel his hard-on through the t-shirt I had on. I reached back and stroked him before rolling over and kissing his chest and down to his cock. He groaned but didn't wake up. He started mumbling louder, but still incoherently as I took him in my mouth. I licked and sucked for awhile adding his balls in to the mix every now and then. It was when I licked the head while pumping his shaft that he finally woke.

Once he realized what was happening he grabbed my head and started fucking back into my mouth. I could tell he was getting close and I stopped pulling as hard as I could away from him. He had this very lost, puppy-dog expression on his face but that quickly changed to arousal when I yanked off my clothes. I jumped on top of him, latched onto his headboard, and rode as hard as I could. He sucked at my nipples as they bounced around in his face. When he bit one I nearly came. It took me longer than him but finally we both found release.

And for the first time, I stayed the night.

I wonder how much that will cost me.

Good Times :)

Okay, so last night I met up with Ty (not his real name, remember!), the baseball player, for dinner. I was REALLY nervous because he was a quasi-celebrity and going out with someone I was a fan of was just...very strange.

He was BEYOND cool, though. I tried not to sound like the biggest tomboy ever, but I can't help how much I have always worshiped MLB. I figured the last thing he would want to talk about was his job so we talked about other things like traveling, hobbies, and other basic getting-to-know-you crap, lol.

We both love Italian so we met at this little hole-in-the-wall place that I had been many times before right around the corner from my condo. He showed up looking like a model for Banana Republic or something. We recognized each other from the gym (and the countless times I'd drooled over him on TV) and he greeted me with a big hug...such a sweet guy! He looked like he had stolen his outfit out of Matthew McConaughey's closet: loose-fit khakis with a nearly see-through white linen shirt over a white tank and brown leather flip-flops. It suited his laid-back personality perfectly.

I had picked the restaurant because it is very cozy and I knew he probably wouldn't be overwhelmed there by fans wanting to get his autograph or something. And, I was right :)

We had a corner booth in the back, very private and semi-romantic. He wanted to know about my situation and I was blunt about my divorce and close relationship to my ex (excluding the sordid, sexual details). Even though Ty was a few years older than me, he had never been married to anyone but baseball. Once we got that business out of the way, the conversation picked up to lighter topics (I made fun of his GORGEOUSLY SEXY shaved head and perfectly groomed facial hair). He's such a positive fun-loving guy and, even after we'd been finished with our meal for awhile, I didn't want the night to end.

We decided to walk down by the river and there was a small outdoor concert featuring some local alt bands that we stopped at. Again, the conversation was easy and I found myself just drawn to him. I don't even know how it came to be. One minute we were just sitting on the cool grass laughing and the next...boom! His face was an inch from mine and it just seemed so...like gravity or something. Gosh, that sounds so dumb, but I don't know how else to explain it.

Kissing him was just the next logical step...ugh, how do I explain this without sounding like some bad teen-romance novel?!!?!?! It was wonderful! And so sweet. And warm, lol.

And it didn't need anything more than that. We kissed and held hands as we walked back to the restaurant. He insisted that I text him when I got home since I would be walking alone. So I did, and he called right after. We actually watched a movie on the phone together!!! It was Dumb and Dumber (I know, right???) and we were both in tears from laughing so hard.

This morning I woke up with a text from him thanking me for having dinner and that he had tickets for me to come see him pitch on Tuesday night. He told me he wanted to hear my critique of his performance (since I'd failed at my attempt to not talk about baseball and slammed some of his teammates---which he thoroughly enjoyed, laughing heartily at my intensity over some of the blatant mistakes I could see them making) first-hand...which meant a second date :)

Okay, so slight subject change...

Daniel Update: He still is acting normal around me, so no weirdness after the other night which I am so grateful for. In fact, he and Jayne are going with me to the game Tuesday. Don't know how that will work, but no strings, right?

And I'm thinking of getting a new car :)

YES!!!!!!

Okay so I got a text yesterday from a certain baseball player I trained not so long ago. They have a homestand starting Tuesday but his role as a pitcher makes it so that they are sending him back ahead of the rest of the team. So guess who has a date with him tonight????

ME!!!!!

I am so excited! He seems like a cool person to hang with and I ADORE the team he plays on!

More to come on that...

Speaking of baseball, last night I watched the game at a local sports bar with Daniel and a couple of his guy friends. We had fun and his friends were hilarious. We played trivia (which they were way too good at) and darts (I rock there). Daniel drove me home but didn't ask to come up and I didn't want to invite him...I was sorta tired, I guess...LOL

Hard to let go

Yesterday, my ex picked me up from work because my car was getting some routine maintenance and detail work done. Remember, we are still very good friends and, of course, he will always be the love of my life.

So I was giving him a more in-depth tour of my condo since he'd only been there once before when I was shopping for it.

"I'd like to repay a debt now if that's all right."

I whirled on him, having been in the middle of showing him my kitchen. "What?" I gasped.

He took my hand and pulled me over to the extra-tall table and chair set in the breakfast nook. He pulled down my jogging pants and boy-cut gray underwear and then helped me into the chair. At this height he barely had to bend down to put his mouth on me.

A stream of expletives flowed from my lips when he put his mouth on me. I tangled my fingers in his hair, desperate for somethingto cling to while he sucked and nipped at my most sensitive spots. It was a ritual he'd perfected over the last decade. His tongue was devastating and I was screaming as I came.

He stood with a wild look in his eye and pulled me to the bedroom I'd shown him before. The sex we had over the next hour was just pure fucking. He knows exactly how hard to be with me and what every scream and moan means.

We did it twice on the bed---each of us taking turns on top, once with me pushed over the bed while he stood and fucked me from behind, once in the tub---to break it in, and then we just laid together in bed.

I don't know what got it started, but it suddenly turned emotional.

"That was really nice," he commented with a sigh.

I played with his chest hair. "It definitely was."

"I miss you a lot, you know."

I laughed at his matter-of-fact tone. "I miss you, too. But we made the right choice."

"You did," he mumbled.

"Excuse me?" What the hell was he talking about??? "Two people signed the divorce papers, remember?"

"I remember not wanting to lose you. But I also knew I couldn't make you happy."

I turned so that I was facing him, propped up on my elbows. "Don't."

"It's true, Abby. I'm just happy we can still have moments like these.". He smiled sweetly, his eyes were becoming moist.

"I still love you..." He would never know how much pain his pain still caused me.

His hand squeezed mine. "And that's enough."

Monday, Monday...

I worked with Daniel that morning. There was no smirk or sarcasm when he talked to me. He was his normal, happy, laid-back self. We picked on each other and joked around. At lunch, he and I went to get food for everyone and there was never an awkward moment.

No strings was DEFINITELY an awesome thing!!!

Our shifts were over early---like 2:30pm---so some of us decided to spend the afternoon at Dave & Buster's for happy hour!!! Let me just say that I rock at skeet ball and the free throw games!

It was about 6 when everyone started leaving. And, yes, Daniel asked me to come over. We got a pineapple and mushroom pizza from Mama's (OMG it's heavenly!!!) and watched some old episodes of The Office.

"You know, Pam & Jim made it work..." he said innocently before stuffing his mouth with a monstrous bite.

"Yeah," I admitted. "But give 'em a few years to figure out why they can't stand each other. Oh, and they're fictional!"

He stared at me, a piece of pizza hanging limp from his hand.

"What?" I asked after a few moments of dead silence.

"You are just so...bitter.". He shook his head and then looked at me again---only this time with pity.

"It's taken you this long to figure that out?". I laughed without humor. "And I'm not really bitter so much as experienced. That's just reality, Daniel."

He muttered something like, "Doesn't have to be..." and I pretended not to hear.

We had finished the pizza and were lounging together on his sofa when things started.

First, he began rubbing my bare legs (I was wearing my athletic shorts from work) and then he was playing with my hand, kissing it.

"What are you doing?"

"You don't like it?" His tone made it sound like a request, but he never paused.

"I didn't say that."

He just chuckled. "So you like being touched by me?". I rolled my eyes, refusing to give in to his obvious plea for a compliment. "I want to touch you everywhere..." he whispered.

Wow. That was all it took for me to turn into putty---Damn him!

I pushed him down on the sofa and we were making out like two horny teenagers. We stayed clothed for quite awhile, actually, before Daniel sat up, grabbed me, and threw me over his shoulder, caveman-style.

"Oh my gosh!" I was mortified because my weight was far from insubstantial. "Daniel, put me down right now!"

"Okay then," he laughed. We were in his bedroom and in two seconds I was dumped unceremoniously on the bed.

We pulled off each other's clothes quickly (he insisted on the condom again) and, instead of getting between my legs like I thought he would, Daniel rolled me on my stomach. All I could think was "oh my gosh, YES!!!"

He pushed my upper body down on the bed and positioned himself between my legs before grabbing a handful of my hair. "Does that hurt?" he asked flatly. I shook my head without speaking. "Good," he growled and then rammed himself into me.

I grabbed his sheets tightly as his pistoning rocked my whole body. My toes curled with pleasure as this was by far my favorite position. His grip got tighter on my hair and his thrusts got much faster and stronger.

It was over seconds later.

I waited until his breathing got deeper before moving to get my clothes. As I sat up, his hand shot out and grabbed my arm. "Stay with me."

I turned around to look at him and his expression nearly did me in---nearly. "I can't. You know that."

"Why not?"

I was remembering why I had protested to having sex with him in the first place. "Because. Dammit, Daniel, you know why!"

I tried to pull away from him, sitting there naked just made the argument worse, but he just gripped tighter. "I don't want you to go..."

"I know...and that's why I have to." I turned to face him in an effort for him to grasp the seriousness of this. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm not asking to be your boyfriend, Abby. I just want to hold you." He released my arm.

How could any girl say no to that? I sure didn't know how.

Around 2 that morning, I was confident that he was asleep sound enough for me to leave without disturbing him. There was no way I would allow us to wake up together. Very bad idea.

Tuesday morning I got a text from him that was only two words long.

"Thank you."

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I have made it extremely clear to him what I don't want from a man right now. I just hope he gets that I'm not right for him. He deserves someone who will give herself to him exclusively...and that's just not in my power right now.

Weekend madness

So I went to work late Friday afternoon and had just two clients. Daniel was there and I knew facing him after my abrupt exit would be somewhat awkward. But he was completely normal around me. Not angry or stand-offish at all. Just...like Daniel. I was overjoyed at this!

Maybe there was some way we could be more than friends without the strings that I was running from.

We finished our client sessions around the same time and walked out to our cars together. We talked about our plans for that weekend and I told him that I would be going dancing tomorrow night with a friend. I knew this would be a way to decipher whether Daniel's behavior around me was genuine. He shrugged, seemingly indifferent, and said he was heading out to the clubs tomorrow with some friends as well.

It was a huge relief.

Pedro picked me up, Saturday night, and took me to a salsa bar on the east side. It was loud and full of sweaty bodies, but the atmosphere was just dripping in sexuality. He knew the owners but we were pretty much in our own little world most of the night. If I hadn't had the margaritas, I may not have been brave enough for what he had in mind...

Dancing together just wasn't getting us close enough anymore and Pedro whispered for me to follow him. His ties to the owners meant no one gave us a hard time when we snuck into the backroom behind the bar and were finally alone.

"Abigail," he breathed as he kissed his way down my bare chest---the dress I wore was cut extremely low---"you bring out the wild man in me."

"So you don't usually bring all your dance partners back here?" I laughed and he kissed me, pushing me back against a sink area.

"Abby?" he whispered in his hotter than hell Latin voice. "Have you ever, uh...?". He nudged my back against the counter again.

If I hadn't been wet before that certainly did the trick. "Are you serious?"

"Is that a no?" He had pulled back and was studying my wide-eyes, obviously not seeing any opposition in them. "Well, neither have I."

And then he grabbed me around the waist, lifting me so that I was sitting on top of it. Then he had my skirt around my waist, unzipping himself quickly, before pushing my thong aside.

"What if someone walks in?" I gasped.

His thrust was my answer. I felt his soft hand press hard over my mouth as I screamed from his surprise attack. He stopped immediately.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concern evident on his brow.

I nodded, wrapping my legs around him as tight as I could.

This time he was the one gasping as I latched onto his neck. Someone could have walked in and started a fire and I would never have known. Pedro was as rhythmic in sex as he was in dancing. Obviously, we had to be careful since I was balanced precariously on the edge of the counter. A couple of minutes into it, he grabbed my thigh and moved my leg so that my knee was thrown over his shoulder. The angle was perfect and I clutched his back so tight that, if it hadn't been for his shirt I would have drawn blood.

I don't know if my orgasm sent him over, but he was cumming less than a minute after I had.

We went back out to the dance floor like nothing happened. I couldn't stop smiling as he whisked me around the floor. An hour later, we headed out. I got a text from Jayne saying she wanted us to come hang out with her and Mandy at the Forum. Pedro liked the idea and, anyway, it was just a few blocks from my condo.

We got in easily and Pedro went to get us some tequila shots.

"Abby!" The voice was NOT the one I expected and my heart beat through my chest.

"Daniel." I tried to smile genuinely.

He grabbed me up in a fierce hug. It felt wonderful. So why did I feel like I had done something wrong?

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming here?" His eyes lit up his whole face as he beamed down at me.

"I..."--what the fuck was I going to say?--"My friend and I just got here. We went dancing over at La Casa on the east side."

"Oh, well that's cool. C'mon I'll buy you a drink." He said, grabbing my hand.

I dug my heels in, resisting despite the happiness I felt inside just from his presence. "That's okay, my friend is getting me one right now."

His expression fell for half a second before he had hidden it. "Do I know them?"

I could tell by "them" he wanted me to reassure him that it was a girl but I wasn't going to lie, and I could see Pedro approaching quickly with a strange look on his face. That's when I realized I was still holding hands with Daniel. "Uh, no, I don't think so."

"Abby?" Pedro quickly assessed the situation, but if he was feeling territorial it didn't show on his face. I felt the relief shoot through me.

I moved to stand next to Pedro, and introduced the two men. They shook hands and Pedro smiled suavely (he just couldn't help it) while Daniel just looked...expressionless.

"Here is your drink," he said and handed it and a small lime wedge. "Salud!" he exclaimed with a wink and we downed the shot together.

Daniel was staring at me as if waiting for this little show to be over.

"I need to find Jayne and Mandy," I remembered suddenly---though it was also a great excuse to break this awkward moment.

"I just saw them upstairs."

It took a little convincing but Daniel agreed to come hang out with us. Jayne threw me a sympathetic look when she saw Daniel and Pedro were trailing behind me. Luckily some of Daniel's boys were there so it didn't get too awkward sitting there altogether.

And let's just say I was a little surprised when Daniel asked me to go downstairs and dance with him. Pedro was very gracious in his behavior towards him---I mean, I was *technically* on a date with him.

When we got to the horde of bodies that made up the invisible "dance floor" he grabbed my hand and weaved us through the crowd into the very center. Then he wrapped me up tight and started moving to the remix of a Britney song. I kept waiting for him to say something, but he kept his eyes fixed on mine with his mouth firmly shut in a smirk.

When the song ended, I moved to turn around and head back but he yanked me backwards---nearly causing me to fall---into his body. "In a hurry to get somewhere?" he questioned, bitterness clear in his tone for the first time since before we'd had sex.

I shook my head, knowing my voice would never make it to his ears facing the direction I was.

"Good because I'm not ready for you to leave yet." His voice was nearly a growl and I tried to turn around, but he held me hard to his body. "I don't know who that is up there, and I really don't give a shit. I saw how you looked at me and I saw how you looked at him. And I know you still want me."

For some reason, his confidence gave me the shivers despite the sweat that rolled down my back from the body heat of the club.

His hands roamed freely and I leaned into his every touch, enjoying it too much when he finally touched his lips to my skin. It was so wrong that I should be allowing him to turn me on---his smooth lips were sucking my neck in my ULTIMATE favorite spot---when I had just had sex not three hours before with another man...

But isn't that the choice I made when I laid the ground rules?

When the dance(s) were over, he walked me back upstairs and laid back against the couch as if he owned the world. I sat with Pedro the rest of the evening before he took me back home.

The question about ground rules is what kept me from sleeping with Pedro that night...there was a lot I needed to sort out and Pedro's charm was weakening every defense I could think of so I promised to call and insisted I could walk myself up to my condo.

Sunday I slept hard and went shopping with my family. We spent the day chilling, watching baseball and just having a great time together. It was exactly what I needed before I had to face my "other" life again.

Daniel text me late Sunday night and asked to keep me company that night, but I declined claiming sleep deprivation...after leaving with Pedro, I didn't know what he would make of that comment. He never let on either way.

Yesterday...well, that's my next post :)

Details

Well, I wasn't going to go into it but...here goes.

We arrived at his place and he steered me straight to the bedroom. We were both EXTREMELY drunk. I have to make that known before you read any further. I do have feelings for Daniel---I'm not blind to that. But I also know I am absolutely NOT ready to be in a serious relationship...why am I stalling??? I don't know!

Let me start by saying one thing that stands out clearly from my drunken memory of that night. Daniel naked is an awe-inspiring sight. The man is 6'3, muscled without looking overly so, tanned, and with just enough chest hair to be sexy. And then there's his cock... Wow. That's all I can say.

So we got into his bedroom which was metrosexually decorated. Very nice. We fell onto the queen size bed and he quickly divested me of my long tropical colored skirt and tank and then proceeded to pounce on me---while he remained dressed---kissing, licking, and sucking every inch that wasn't covered by my bra and panties.

He slowly kissed his way down my stomach before sliding off my panties. I bucked hard as he tongued and sucked my clit. His hands squeezed my breasts hard before he yanked on my nipple through the lace of my bra. The skill of his mouth and my anticipation brought me to a climax in a few short minutes.

I remember how pleasant his heavy warmth was after i finally got him out of his clothes. He practically ripped off my bra before putting his mouth there, too. There was a quick discussion before I acquiesced to him wearing a condom. And then he slipped inside...I was so wet that he went in with no problem---despite his thickness :)

Daniel fucks very, VERY hard when he gets close and I still have no clue how his headboard is undamaged---or my spine for that matter. What I do know is I have neve seen a drunk man cum that hard before. It literally knocked the breath out of me. And then, he collapsed.

And I snuck away.