“Can you please come over? So we can continue what we started. I promise you dessert this time around”. I had complained that my menu hasn’t been completed the week before and he had said that the night was not finished. In my head I was also thinking what the hell I was doing. This guy was 26 years old, what was I even thinking. So of course I had to make a scene and asked him what it is that we were doing. And he simply answered, “what is it that you want? I have no problem with it that you are older than me, I like you and I’m sure you will like the things I wanna do to you.”

“If you are looking for a relationship, I’m sorry, I’m going to be straightforward, that is not what I can give you.” Honest, I thought, but was that what I even wanted at that moment of my life with him? Why did I agree to see him anyways? “Gosh, it has been five months, make up your mind, let’s go,” this crazy beast in me was begging me. “You can come to my house, I can make you some food and we can have sex. In all honesty, right now that is all I can offer you.” Of course I called another guy friend and asked him what he was thinking and he said, “Well go, it’s food and sex, just what I think you need. Just be safe, have some fun.” So I freshened up, got some protection and off I went.

He welcomed me with only his underwear on and while kissing, he locked the door and dropped all my clothes. I honestly don’t know how he is just 26 years old. This guy definitely knows his way around with women. He knew exactly where to touch and with what intensity. Kissing me all over, I could not stand, sit, lay still. But with all the muscles within my hand reach, he had a pretty good grip on me. It’s like I was having an uncontrollable backbend exercise.

Alert, alert!!! 18+ or 21+

Still kissing my neck while stroking my back, kissing the area between my shoulders while stroking the rims of my ass, kissing my stomach all the way to my thighs while arching my back and sucking his thumb. By the time he was kissing my thighs, I was fist punching his upper body as hard as I can. And after all the tension he build up while easing me into it at the same time, the months were gone and I was moaning from pain and pleasure at the same time. Even though we were both in the air conditioned room, we were dropping sweats. Hands on my mouth as that was his way of silencing me because I was screaming my lungs out and fist punching my fine ass as a punishment for being loud.

Just when I thought I had seen and felt it all, I lay down defeated. Mr. Chef took a shower, made me freshen up too and started kissing me again and went back in. Okay enough for this blog. When he finished, he beamed the kindest smile and asked me if I was ready for dessert. I desperately hoped he was meaning actual dessert, because I was hungry after that whole exercise routine. He made me something with banana, chocolate and peanuts. After dessert I left with a blue and purple piece of artwork on my ass which I accidently showcased the next day at the beach.