Written by Sweet Tits
After our first date, the story with “The Magnificent” is going great. We talk every day; we’re always looking for each other and vice versa. We alternate between days of cuddling and days of sex. Days when he writes me the sweetest words and days when he shares 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. Let’s plan the second date during the Valentine’s weekend.
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February 13: the preparation
February 13, 2021. 2:00 PM.
I’m in my room, starting to get ready with the same care I took for our first date. I always want to look beautiful in his eyes. This time, however, instead of a sexy and sophisticated outfit, I opt for just 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 I was 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 place, and he’s in the street waiting for me with the dog. In the preceding days, he had warned me that Salomone would be there the whole weekend: despite my fear of dogs, I decided to go anyway. The meeting with Salomone, predictably, wasn’t the best. Once inside the huge loft, he starts sizing me up and studying me; I stand still, not even giving him a pat. He raises his paws and rests them on my legs. I’m terrified. Seeing the situation, “The Magnificent” steps in promptly and reassures me:
The coat drops, the Magnificent is spellbound
“Don’t worry, don’t mind him. Think of me, show me what’s under the coat.”
He unbuckles my belt; the coat slips to the floor. He’s mesmerized. He looks into my eyes first, then his gaze gently falls to my chest, and 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 usual, Solomon gets in 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.
“Il Magnifico” is at the front door; he’s apologizing for the disturbance caused, while I’m on the sofa. Waiting for him to come back to me to finish what we started, I look around. I notice with pleasure that my lipstick is still sitting prominently on the bookshelf. I look elsewhere, and my gaze hits the desk: the PC is on. I’m captivated by a chat left open. Inside the conversation, a huge red heart stands out. I move closer, curious, and read it. I discover that until 5 minutes ago, he was chatting with another girl… and he was writing sweet, intense words to her, exactly like he did with me. I’m paralyzed. Suddenly my heart stops. I can’t believe it. I’m seriously thinking about getting dressed and leaving. I knew I didn’t have exclusivity, but I still feel disappointed. I decide to stay anyway and look 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 sitter for the whole weekend. I really appreciate it. We drop the dog off at the sitter’s house together and, once back in the loft, I confess that I saw the chat. He tells me the truth, very calmly. He explains that it’s about “CENSORED”!! He tells me they’ve reconnected in recent days, but despite that, he preferred to spend the weekend with me.
The sense of disappointment turns into amazement. By telling me those words, he made me realize he’s truly interested in me, because I know how important this girl was to him. In this moment, a thousand thoughts are racing through my head:
“Maybe CENSORED 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 CENSORED over me.”
Competition panic
Suddenly, panic. I’ve never found myself in this situation. 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, continues 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 has improved a lot since the first date. I really like having sex with him. We’re in bed, we’ve just woken up, and we start fucking. He tells me: “Your pussy was designed specifically for my cock.” Pleasure is at its peak for both of us. I feel a total connection. I’m no longer just having sex; as we look into each other’s eyes, I realize that in 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 sperm 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.
Valentine’s Day: breakfast, trams, and heart on my sleeve
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 the Sforza Castle. Then we rent a scooter, I hold tightly to his soft waist, and we reach a place where we enjoy a great brunch. He tells me, “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 let him read the conversations I had with them, where I always say the same thing: I decline the invitation, explaining that I’m not the type of girl who dates multiple people at once, and that I’m already seeing a man I care about particularly. I’m not quite sure why “Il Magnifico” wanted to see my chats, but he’s impressed. He tells me: “You’re such a sweetheart!”
He cooks an excellent amatriciana for me. During dinner, he looks me straight in the eyes and fills me with sweet words that I won’t easily forget: “You’re the sweetest of the girls I’ve been with, you’re a precious diamond that needs protecting, I want to take care of you! And you’re really beautiful too, you 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 is it that I really want?At the moment, he 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 don’t even know exactly 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 girl. We’ve contacted a girl. But that’s another story!
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