Written by Sweet Tits
After our first date, the story with “The Magnificent” is going great. We talk every day, always looking for each other. We alternate between days of cuddling and days of sex. Days when he writes me the sweetest words and days when he confesses his wildest fantasies. One evening he had a rather unexpected reaction to a photo of mine: he called me “love.”
The chemistry and connection between us keep growing. I’m starting to admit to myself that I’m really into this person. I’m very involved. And it’s mutual.
We both can’t wait to meet again. We set our second date for Valentine’s weekend.
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February 13, 2021. 2:00 PM.
I’m in my room and start getting ready with the same care as our first date. I want to always look beautiful in his eyes. This time, though, instead of a sexy and refined outfit, I opt for lingerie. I want to show up at his place wearing a coat… and almost nothing underneath. I want to leave him speechless. I’m wearing a red satin and black lace slip, sheer stockings, and my signature Louboutins.
I’m off.
During the trip, I’m still very nervous, just like on the first date. I really can’t wait to kiss him, hug him, and look into his eyes. I arrive in Milan, outside his house, and he’s on the street waiting for me with the dog. He had warned me in the days before that Salomone would be there the whole weekend: despite my fear of dogs, I decided to go anyway. The meeting with Salomone, as expected, wasn’t the best. Once inside the huge loft, he starts sizing me up; I’m frozen, not even giving him a pat. He raises his paws and places them on my legs. I’m terrified. Seeing the situation, “The Magnificent” promptly intervenes and reassures me:
“Don’t worry, ignore him. Focus on me, show me what’s under the coat.”
He takes off my belt, the coat slips to the floor. He’s mesmerized. He looks into my eyes first, then his gaze gently falls on my chest, his hands start caressing my butt. Suddenly he turns me around and bends me over with my hands on the table. And so, without any preparation, we start having sex. As expected, Salomone gets between us. I’m not comfortable at all. He decides to tie him up, but things don’t get better. He starts barking. He barks so loudly that someone knocks on the door. It’s the neighbor, worried and annoyed by the noise.
“The Magnificent” is at the front door, apologizing for the disturbance, while I’m on the couch. Waiting for him to come back to me to finish what we started, I look around. I’m pleased to see my lipstick still prominently displayed on the bookshelf. I change direction, my gaze meets the desk: the computer is on. I’m drawn to an open chat. Inside the conversation, a huge red heart stands out. I get closer, curious, and read it. I discover that just 5 minutes before, he was chatting with another girl… and he was writing her sweet and intense words, just like he did with me. I’m paralyzed. Suddenly my heart stops. I can’t believe it. I’m seriously thinking of getting dressed and leaving. I knew I didn’t have exclusivity, but I still feel disappointed. I decide to stay and delve into the matter.
The conversation with the neighbor ends. He comes back to me. He tells me he’s decided to take the dog to the dogsitter for the whole weekend. I really appreciate it. We take the dog to the dogsitter’s together, and once back in the loft, I confess that I saw the chat. He calmly tells me the truth. He explains that it’s “Honey Eyes”!! He tells me they reconnected in the previous days, but despite that, he chose to spend the weekend with me.
The sense of disappointment turns into amazement. By telling me those words, he made me understand that he’s really interested in me because I know how important this girl was to him. Right now, a thousand thoughts are running through my head:
“Maybe Honey Eyes doesn’t mean that much to him anymore, he wants to start an adventure with me and leave the past behind.”
“Or maybe not, he’ll surely see her in the coming nights and compare her to me.”
“Everything has to go perfectly this weekend because I really like him and I don’t want him to prefer Honey Eyes over me.”
Suddenly panic. I’ve never been in this situation before. I’ve never had to compete with anyone else for a man. And so I tense up.
Instead of enjoying the weekend freely, carefree, I’ll carry this weight the whole time. I’ll always think about the right thing to say and do, I’ll always be a bit stuck.
The evening, however, goes well. In fact, it’s particularly pleasant. We order two pizzas and spend the rest of the evening between sex (lots of sex), cuddles, and TV. We fall asleep in an embrace. The next morning, something unexpected happens.
The sexual chemistry is much better than on the first date. I really enjoy having sex with him. We’re in bed, we’ve just woken up, and we start screwing. He says: “Your pussy was made just for my cock.” The pleasure is at its peak for both of us. I really feel a total connection. I’m no longer just having sex, as we look into each other’s eyes, I realize that at that moment I’m making love. His cock is loaded and ready to explode. Neither of us wants to stop.
“I want to come inside you,” he says.
I nod, it’s what I want too. The temptation is strong, but in the end, reason prevails over emotion. He honors me with his cum on my chest.
I’m in his shower, naked, wet, and shocked. No man has ever come inside me, not even my ex, with whom I was for 7 years. But with him, I really wanted it. While he was inside me, I was feeling incredibly strong emotions that I had never felt before. Impossible to describe in words.
We spend Valentine’s Day in a calm and serene way. We have breakfast, take the tram to the city center, and walk hand in hand in the gardens of Castello Sforzesco. Then we rent a scooter, I hold tight to his soft waist, and we reach a place where we enjoy a great brunch. He says: “If we meet any of my clients, I’ll introduce you as my girlfriend, I’d be proud!”
We return home, relax on the couch.
I get a message, so I pick up my phone. I don’t know how, but we start talking about the guys who hit on me. I show him the conversations I’ve had with them, where I always say the same thing: I decline the invitation, explaining that I’m not the kind of girl who dates multiple people at once, and that I’m already seeing a man I care about. I’m not sure why “The Magnificent” wanted to see my chats, but he’s impressed. He says: “You’re such a sweetheart!”
He cooks me a great amatriciana. During dinner, he looks me straight in the eyes and fills me with sweet words that I’ll hardly forget: “You’re the sweetest among the girls I’ve been with, you’re a precious diamond that needs protection, I want to take care of you! And you’re really beautiful, you also have a wonderful ass and tits!”
I’ll stay with him the next night too.
The weekend is over, I’m in the car, heading back to work, and I start thinking. But what do I really want? He currently doesn’t want a stable and exclusive relationship. But what do I want? I admit that when it comes to him, I’m confused, my heart and mind are in constant conflict. I’m not even sure what I want from this relationship. The only thing I’m sure of is that I want to keep seeing him.
P.S.: even though I managed to surprise him with the photo, he didn’t give me the bouquet of roses! He’s such a jerk!
P.P.S.: I agreed to have a threesome with him and another. We contacted a girl. But that’s another story!
** Cover image copyright of Waldemar von kozak
