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So I Met Him at the Car Wash
Meeting men online has been an experience. Most are jerks (no big surprise, they’re jerks in person). Not this one though. David is not a jerk no matter what he does. Oh, the lover he is!
We spoke online for a month before actually meeting and he seems well rounded. His own place, car, great job and I can carry an intelligent conversation with him. So after weeks and weeks of talking with this guy it was time for the meet and greet.
So we met at the carwash. Kind of Sounds lame doesn’t it, but it wasn’t actually. It was about 9PM and hey in Atlanta that’s the best time to give your car a good wash down, beats doing it in the sun. Anyway, there he was. Looking fine as hell! His complexion, his eyes, his teeth (teeth are important).
So I slide out of my car, quick to pull down my short skirt that shows off the “beautiful thighs” he constantly compliments me on my bathing suit photo.
“Well hello Miss Karyl, finally.” We hugged. We eyed each other up and down. (Of course you have to it’s the internet).
“Hi David it’s a pleasure.” I was struck by his gorgeous eyes my slow reply made him chuckle.
“Can I say you are gorgeous? Your pictures do not depict how beautiful you are. Take them down.” Yeah, yeah I know; it’s game. I didn’t care he’s fine!
“Wow thanks, you’re real handsome yourself. I guess we can both agree that computers lie.”
I leaned on the side of his car so I can get a better look at his whole ‘package’
. We spoke a little more and she spat more game. I’ve already decided to sleep with him, but he didn’t know that.
“So now that you see and decided that you like the view; what is it that you want from me and be honest?” I asked.
“Well I want you. I want you to show me how to make you fall in love with me. Just tell me what, when and where to get you what you need. Keep you satisfied. That’s what I want from you.” His game was good, the whole time he kept his eyes steady on mine. Quick tip: Want to learn how to lie well? Learn to keep a level eye. “I just want a meaningful relationship.” He finished.
“Do you mind coming back to my place? I can make you a drink and we can talk.”
I accepted (you thought I was going to say no?
).
Before I know it I was in his bed, being tossed and turned over on that king size everything. “F me!” I begged.
“Nah baby I can’t do that. You deserve to be made love to…” Still spitting game, but it was enough to put me on the next level.
It was over and we laid there intertwined in the sweat and what ever other type of juices we created together. “I gotta go, it’s late.”
“No baby don’t cut out yet, come on. Stay awhile.” Oh it was tempting and I did. I stayed two more hours and he walked me to my car and we kissed. “Call me when you get home.”
“okay sweetie.” I answered, saying to myself ‘He ain’t go answer the phone.’ 20 minutes later though he did and I had to end the phone call that was good. Too bad it was just a night.
<span style="color: #CC0000">There is a part 2 </span>
Meeting men online has been an experience. Most are jerks (no big surprise, they’re jerks in person). Not this one though. David is not a jerk no matter what he does. Oh, the lover he is!
We spoke online for a month before actually meeting and he seems well rounded. His own place, car, great job and I can carry an intelligent conversation with him. So after weeks and weeks of talking with this guy it was time for the meet and greet.
So we met at the carwash. Kind of Sounds lame doesn’t it, but it wasn’t actually. It was about 9PM and hey in Atlanta that’s the best time to give your car a good wash down, beats doing it in the sun. Anyway, there he was. Looking fine as hell! His complexion, his eyes, his teeth (teeth are important).
So I slide out of my car, quick to pull down my short skirt that shows off the “beautiful thighs” he constantly compliments me on my bathing suit photo.
“Well hello Miss Karyl, finally.” We hugged. We eyed each other up and down. (Of course you have to it’s the internet).
“Hi David it’s a pleasure.” I was struck by his gorgeous eyes my slow reply made him chuckle.
“Can I say you are gorgeous? Your pictures do not depict how beautiful you are. Take them down.” Yeah, yeah I know; it’s game. I didn’t care he’s fine!
“Wow thanks, you’re real handsome yourself. I guess we can both agree that computers lie.”
I leaned on the side of his car so I can get a better look at his whole ‘package’
. We spoke a little more and she spat more game. I’ve already decided to sleep with him, but he didn’t know that. “So now that you see and decided that you like the view; what is it that you want from me and be honest?” I asked.
“Well I want you. I want you to show me how to make you fall in love with me. Just tell me what, when and where to get you what you need. Keep you satisfied. That’s what I want from you.” His game was good, the whole time he kept his eyes steady on mine. Quick tip: Want to learn how to lie well? Learn to keep a level eye. “I just want a meaningful relationship.” He finished.
“Do you mind coming back to my place? I can make you a drink and we can talk.”
I accepted (you thought I was going to say no?
). Before I know it I was in his bed, being tossed and turned over on that king size everything
. “F me!” I begged. “Nah baby I can’t do that. You deserve to be made love to…” Still spitting game, but it was enough to put me on the next level.
It was over and we laid there intertwined in the sweat and what ever other type of juices we created together. “I gotta go, it’s late.”
“No baby don’t cut out yet, come on. Stay awhile.” Oh it was tempting and I did. I stayed two more hours and he walked me to my car and we kissed. “Call me when you get home.”
“okay sweetie.” I answered, saying to myself ‘He ain’t go answer the phone.’ 20 minutes later though he did and I had to end the phone call that was good. Too bad it was just a night.
<span style="color: #CC0000">There is a part 2 </span>
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