This took place almost a decade ago but is still of my most memorable and favorite nights having sex.
Cheyenne and I met in law school and were classmates. We had a lot in common—emotionally we were both children of broken homes suddenly surrounded by trust fund babies and others who had a much easier and more predictable road to law school than either of us. Physically, we were a match. She’s 5’7 and was around 175 when we first started dating and dropped into the 150s during one of our little breakups. Curvy, raven-haired, pale, cute heart-shaped face and a pleasant little smile, medium-size lips with a broad smile with a grin I’d describe as “mischievous.” Her body was curvy and strong, with C-cup breasts, wide hips, and a big, full, round ass attached to very firm, thick, and strong legs. I have a lot of types, but she was just my type. She fit organically against my body: 6’2 and athletic, carrying a little extra fat in the middle but with arms, chest, shoulders, and legs toned by years of weightlifting, sprinting, cycling, and all sorts of cross-training therein. And working manual jobs. Foiled by an eating disorder that created some inconsistent diets.