Met someone and we had sex that night. Colossal orgasm.

Full blog post with a little more formatting/media: https://playboyphilosophy.wordpress.com/2016/04/07/iron-man/

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On Sunday I walked to Little Tokyo for the first time. I just sat down with a Vietnamese coffee, a bacon donut, and a boatload of patience. I like getting over a hangover with people-watching.

A bunch of cuties walked by but nothing that appealed to me enough to get me out of my seat. Then Monica walked by.

She’s taller than me. Super slim. Short hair. Extremely stylish. She walks like she’s on a runway.

I gather my things, kill my coffee and run around the corner. She’s still there. I hustle up. Dudes sitting at tables outside are all checking her out as she drifts along the sidewalk. I love knowing that people are watching. I used to see guys walk up to girls and my heart would race from the anxiety and intense curiosity – knowing what was going down but not knowing how. Dying from curiosity and envy. It feels good to be on the other end.

I ask her, “Hey, you from around here?”

She takes her headphones off and we chat. She’s only been in a couple serious relationships – one of them being long-term and long-distance. She seems honest, articulate, and well-educated. Reads all the time and she dresses and grooms like a fashion model. Rocks a womanly laugh. Girl’s got style and class.

I learn so much about her within the first twenty minutes of meeting. We end up sitting at the coffee shop I was at earlier. I tell her exactly what happened, play-by-play. She’s laughing.

She’s down for meeting up later that night.

She doesn’t like the typical DTLA scene – standard, perch, honeycut, etc. She likes casual places. Lounges. Bars with no dress code. Me too.

We meet up at one of her favorite breweries. Instantly we’re laughing because we get a flight of beer and the barkeep filled them to the brim. I spilled so much of our beer all over the damn place and offered a bunch of commentary as the disaster developed. A whole trail of beer behind us would help us relocate the bar if ever we lost our way.

The vibe is proper. We’re sitting across from each other at first. Then we start talking about more intimate things and I tell her to come sit next to me. Relationships, sex, and drugs keep us talking and laughing for a while. We both have a pretty fucked up past so our rapport was massive thanks to all the vulnerability and disclosure. Hot stuff.

Eventually we get up to walk around. At one point I say, “Come here. Get close.” I kiss her neck. She grips me and lets out a sigh. Then I say into her ear, “kiss me.” She hesitates, and then doesn’t. Her kiss is slow and strong. Grip tightens. A couple more rounds of kissing, drinking, laughing, and embracing – and I suggest getting somewhere where I can kiss her the way I want to. She laughs and says “sure”.

The Uber shows up and we giggle our way towards more. Once in my place, we kiss with honesty. I never knew that someone sharing a dark past with me could turn me on so much, could plant roots so deeply and so quickly.

We make some quick drinks and she likes my music. She shows me some of her favorites – she’s into jazzy hip hop. We turn some on. Tensions rise as we flirt and seduce each other. In fear of limpness I take a Viagra. Tony Stark turns into Iron Man. How delightful.

She scrunches up her face at one point. The kind of face girls make when it’s their period. “Why the face.” with a smirk. “I’m not ready”. “That’s fine. But let me tease you at least.” We laugh.

We fall onto my bed together. Shoes off. Caressing. Kissing. I’m more attentive than ever – I want her happy. She tries to go down on me. I push her back and tell her, “relax”. Bit by bit she becomes naked. Her hand is on her head in a display of inner conflict. Her heavy breathing clears the way.

Everything comes together for her. Fingernails dragging. My tongue hovering over her dripping clit. Holding her hands tight as I teased my way around her inner thighs, hips, navel, nipples. Reaching her neck, cheeks and lips and then trailing back down to give her a potent little blip of pleasure.

I was happy to just sit there and pamper her with no sense of urgency. And she let me. An air of total comfort surrounded us as we just… explored.

For about an hour I sat there just extracting her pleasure. Mining for it. Figuring it out. No words were spoken – it was pure physicality, body language, smiles, squirms, gasps, and the sound of her jazzy hip-hop in the background.

On one of my voyages back up to kiss her cheeks she holds me there and gently grips me from below. She rubs me against her and winces as she pulls me into her. She’s tighter than a virgin. Thank god for long-distance relationships.

I just stay still. My tip pulsing inside of her. Feeling her contract and quiver around me as we ease into it. She has her hands on my hips and with the lightest amount of pressure, pulls me in millimeter by millimeter. I slowly pull out multiple times almost entirely as we make headway, letting her guide me in again, each time easier. We’re looking into each other’s eyes the whole time. I’m peppering her with kisses to her lips, cheeks, ears, forehead, and neck as we smile at each other. I caress her arms and face and tuck my head between her face and shoulder, and just nibble on that little area so she can focus on her body.

I ask her,

> What makes you come?

> Chemistry.

Eventually we pick up the pace, ever so slightly. We’re kissing each other constantly. Lips, shoulders, arms, neck, ears. Breathing heavily and moaning lightly. All punctuated with smirks, chuckles, and gazes that make my heart race. Aching to be closer.

Slow, smooth, intimate, emotional, colossal sex.

I’m on the edge throughout. Just going slow in missionary, embracing each other with tenacity.

On and on we went listening to some of the chillest, happiest sounds as the orange lights of my apartment bounced off of our embrace.

Eventually she starts to wince in discomfort, once again. I ask her if she’s ok and immediately slow to a stop and just stay inside of her as she breathes heavily. I kiss up her jawline to her ears and hold the back of her head into me, gripping her hair and getting her closer.

Instead of coming, I decide to just… go again. I slide down her body and just set up camp over her hips, gently licking and caressing every little bit of her that I could find. Eventually she whispers down to me,

> I want you inside of me.

I come up. Through a little less wincing she takes me and holds me tight. I’m on the edge. She’s getting more and more into it.

I whisper,

> “How do I get closer to you?”

She gets really into it – breathing heavier than ever and pulling me in faster and harder and deeper. Eventually her breathing stops, her body clenches up, and she lets out the tiniest little yelp as she comes. Her body quivering beneath me, I just stay still inside of her and lightly kiss her, trying not to break her bliss.

I tell her that I don’t ever want to come but that I will if she wants me to. She violently shakes her head yes with a smile. It was the cutest thing ever. I pull her in and within a minute I’m pulling out. I hold tight and then release.

I shoot the biggest fucking stringer of gloop I have ever seen up the length of this 6-foot chick’s body and watch the thick head of it careen towards her forehead in slow motion. Please don’t hit her face. She has no clue what’s about to happen because she’s been romantically locked on to my eyes the whole time. She’s now watching me watch my spunk rocket towards her innocent, beautiful smile . In a stroke of fortune it plops onto the pillow, right next to her head. There is no break in the gloop. From my cock to her head, a solid rope of my disbelief just exploded onto her in one pump like someone jumped onto a tube of toothpaste. Her eyes opened so much she didn’t even look Korean anymore. I start laughing my ass off in shock as I was still pumping come out of my cock onto her stomach and she was frozen. I haven’t even seen a porno cock with that kind of volume and range. She turned me into a sexual superhero.

I collapse beside her. She begins massaging my neck. Wow. This keeps getting better.

> Is there anything wrong with you?

> I have many flaws.

> Yeah but your flaws somehow seem to make you… perfect.

I tell her I want to see her again. She says Thursday. I said ok.

The next day I text her:

> I want you.

> Likewise.

> I can’t wait until Thursday. Can I see you tonight?

We did it again. I can’t even work right now from how paralyzing it is.

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This girl is fascinating. She’s highly educated, extremely emotionally intelligent, independent, highly sexual, and overall just a pleasant person to be around. But she also has a lot of dark shit going on. Past drug problems that have surfaced as recently as a few months ago. Little white lies here and there in moments of uncertainty, discomfort.

She taught me that our flaws give us the chance to be perfect for each other. Nobody has a perfect past. Mine is riddled with skeletons. At the risk of sounding goofy – let our skeletons dance, you know? That shit can be powerful.

I explained this to her and I told her that I’m into her, who she is now, and that nothing she tells me about her past could change that, and that I accept her. She smiled and hugged me. Hopefully that kills the little white lies.

Maybe I’m destined to just hunting for this kind of high over and over again. Regardless – she’s the 100th chick I’ve had sex with. I wanted it to be special in my own fucked up sense of romance, and it was. She just made it a little bit harder for me to find perfection.

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