Oh yes, it was bound to happen sooner or later. After dozens and dozens of reports on the girls I’ve met, here’s finally a report where I’m the one being… “reviewed.”
SweetTits wanted to have her say, to express her point of view and to… get revenge. Yes, because she was always used to being the princess to be won over, the woman to chase, while with me she ended up becoming just another nickname mentioned in my blog.
It was no use telling her that I only write about women who have left something important for me (I actually meet many more). It’s my way of honoring them, of making them eternal. I try to write about them right after meeting them, just to put on “paper” the scents, moods, and fresh impressions they left me with.
Anyway, SweetTits surprised me. Not only did she want to write her report from her perspective. But she did it… from her phone! Writing it on the fly.
So read it more like a message from a friend than a story.
Despite this, it’s well-written and enjoyable. Except for me… she calls me a cuddly teddy bear!
I’ve left the story unchanged, simply adding notes where I thought necessary. Enjoy reading.
26 years old, a 7-year love story just ended, a life to rebuild from scratch: this is me.
It was a cold and foggy afternoon in early January, I was at home lying on my couch and browsing the internet on my phone. Suddenly, an ad for a dating site pops up in front of my eyes. Out of pure curiosity, I decide to sign up. And here begins my adventure.
An adventure that led me to discover unexplored worlds, to experience things I had never tried before, to think thoughts beyond my imagination.
A few hours after signing up on the site, I receive a message from “The Magnificent”:
“Hi, are you from Milan?”.
I think: “Well, the name doesn’t bode well”.
I decide to check out his profile anyway and unexpectedly think: “Wow”.
His photo strikes me, he’s gorgeous.
We start chatting, first on the site and then moving to WhatsApp. He’s smart, there’s an immediate connection between us. We start getting to know each other better, I find out he’s passionate about international taxation, just like me.
He confides that he doesn’t usually chat with girls for long: he prefers to meet them in person right away. But, after I refuse to go to his place that same evening, he makes an exception for me… because, objectively, there’s a strong chemistry between us.
Days go by and the messages become increasingly steamy. For me, who has only had traditional relationships and never too daring experiences, it’s a whole new thing. We start having phone sex and I begin to admit to myself that I like it. It turns me on like crazy.
At night I can’t sleep anymore, I start touching myself thinking about him.
He asks for intimate photos and I send them without hesitation.
By now I’ve realized he has a strong hold over me: I don’t know how, but I trust him.
Whatever he asks, I obey.
He invites me to write his name on my skin.
I undress, go into the shower, take the red Dior lipstick and write his name on my belly. He’s really honored by this gesture. He tells me he can’t wait to meet me: the first thing he wants, as soon as he sees me, is to have… anal sex with me.
Caught off guard, I confess to him that I’ve never done it before. No man had ever suggested it to me. He’s surprised and amazed.
He says: “A butt like that has never been worshipped as it deserves! How is that possible?”.
I pause for a moment and think.
I think about everything that’s happening, I realize that for years I haven’t been able to express myself 100%. I’ve kept many sides of me and my intimacy hidden, which he’s bringing out naturally.
With him, I feel a sense of freedom!
I’ve never felt this way before. I decide I want to go all the way, I want to completely surrender to him, I want to meet him as soon as possible.
One Friday afternoon, I take a leave from work and drive an hour to go to him.
Oh, I forgot! It’s important to say that the two hours of preparation before our meeting were a mix of strong emotions!
I’m in my room, undecided about what to wear and how to do my makeup. Suddenly, I’m overwhelmed by panic: “What if he doesn’t like me in person? He’s so handsome!”.
I feel insecure and anxious.
In the end, I take a deep breath and opt for a total black look, refined and sexy at the same time. Black lace Dolce&Gabbana skirt, semi-transparent blouse, and my indispensable black Louboutins.
A spritz of Chanel No. 5 and I’m ready. I leave. Throughout the journey, all I can think about is jumping on him as soon as I see him.
I arrive at his place. There’s no parking. He kindly decides to meet me on the street, in the rain, to help me find one.
As soon as I see him, the urge to jump on him vanishes and I feel a sense of tenderness.
I think: “He’s not like in the photos. He’s not that handsome, not that tall, a bit overweight… maybe too much!”.
He reminds me of a huge and cuddly teddy bear.
We manage to find parking and go inside: a huge loft.
I spontaneously give him a kiss on the cheek because he gives me a sense of sweetness and softness. The anxiety disappears and I feel at ease.
We start talking, sipping white wine. I love his voice!
I remember all the audios he sent me in the previous days. A beautiful voice I couldn’t wait to hear in person!
A sexy voice that turns me on!
Suddenly, I have a strong urge to fuck him!
I’m not quite sure how, but we start undressing quickly. And soon, he’s inside me.
We fuck on his couch. I like it, I feel great pleasure.
He starts fingering my ass.
I tense up.
I know he wants it: he wants my ass.
He tells me not to worry and to trust him, he won’t do anything I don’t really want.
I relax.
I really trust him.
I let him do it, without resisting.
I turn off my mind and let my body be free.
The body is completely relaxed.
He takes an unknown object and inserts it inside me.
Only later do I find out it’s an anal plug.
I accept it. Or rather, my body accepts it.
I feel pleasure. A pleasure I’ve never felt before, a different pleasure.
No pain. He removes the object and enters me.
“Wow!” I scream, pant, enjoy.
He asks: “Can I come inside you?” and I reply: “Yes”.
A wave of warm cum floods my ass.
I can’t even describe what I felt at that moment.
We get dressed again. He cooks me a great risotto. We end the evening lying on the couch, watching one of his favorite Netflix series: “Lucifer”.
We’re in each other’s arms.
I’m relaxed and comfortable.
My face is resting on his chest.
I hear his heart beating. My arms are around his waist. I spend the whole evening caressing his belly. It’s very soft, tender. I like it.
I’m about to fall asleep peacefully in that position.
We move to the bed and fall asleep cuddling.
But before I drift off, I start thinking. I think it was a fantastic evening, but totally out of character for me until that moment.
The “good girl” was no longer there.
Suddenly, I feel dirty.
The next morning we do it again, but my mind overpowers my body.
I’m stuck, rigid.
Still too many thoughts in my head.
We have breakfast and I leave.
During the drive back, I start admitting that this side of me has always been there. It was just hidden, buried by years of wrong relationships.
Now it’s finally free and ready to explode. I shouldn’t have felt wrong or dirty. This man has “reborn” me, opened my eyes, and made me feel new sensations. I like him, I wish there was a future.
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So, I admit I was a bit hurt when I read that I’m not like in the photos and that I’m actually a cuddly teddy bear… (a teddy bear!!!).
The photos are mine, recent, without modifications (except for colors and some basic filters the photographer might have applied). I knew I looked really good: I’ve always been photogenic. The last thing I want is to seem different from how I am, also because then you have to handle the possible disappointment in person…
Sure, seduction is also about enhancing your best side. It’s no coincidence you women use lipstick, push-up bras, fake eyelashes, etc. etc. But, surely, it doesn’t make sense to set crazy expectations only to miss them. I usually also give my Instagram contact, where the person can check my stories, recorded haphazardly, with my phone.
Oh well, now I’ll put this as my profile picture:
That said, I’m honored that SweetTits completely trusted me.
I think her words are the most beautiful a man can hear.
This, along with the level of connection felt, made me lose my head a bit and led me to do something I carefully avoid: having unprotected sex…
Anyway, great experience 🙂
Since then, we’ve been writing often and we should see each other again soon.
The connection keeps growing and she hasn’t failed to surprise me.
For example, by sending me this:
She sent me several and authorized me to publish them here. I’ve decided to share only this one in full, because it’s the least recognizable and because… it represents her perfectly. Even when she wants to play the little slut, she maintains her grace, sweetness, and elegance.
The rose is then placed there in the spot where she wants me, confirming my theory that that’s the way to the heart.
The sweetest thing is that, due to her particular living situation, taking these photos cost her quite a bit of effort.
Tell me how you can’t adore her!
