Last night, I met him at a party. He has this presence. Every head turned to watch him walk into the room. Men and Ladies alike couldn’t take their eyes off him as he walked to the bar. The bartender poured him his drink. As he took that first sip of liquor, you could hear the ladies exhaling, including me. I realized that I had been holding my breath watching him.
I watched a crowd gather around him. I asked the bartender about him. I learned he was from Paris, studying here at Northwestern for the year. He was French, black and beautiful, and he was going to be mine.
He noticed me that first night and smiled when our eyes met. He left before I had a chance to introduce myself. I saw him again the next weekend. He was smoldering hot. He walked up to me and kissed my cheek. He whispered in my ear that he had heard sexy things about me and he wanted to get to know me better.
He took my hand and walked me into a private room. After kissing me, he dropped down to his knees, lifted up my dress and took my cock into his mouth. Heaven on earth! I don’t know what came over me, but I came very quickly.
He licked my cum from his lips and he said, “Until next time, Dani.” Then he disappeared into the cold Chicago night air.
Dani
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