ah...Edward.
Edward works in NYC for a major publishing house. He was transferred to NY from their Madrid office. Honestly I don’t need to say anymore. Spanish, gorgeous, tall, smart, well off, divorced, sexy as hell. We met online because his profile said Toronto. He was being asked to move to Toronto to take over a portion of their company in Canada. We talked for ages on the phone, and via Skype. My first ‘cyber affair’. It was one of the best relationships I had ever had and we hadn’t met yet. We talked everyday, wrote emails, woke up and went to sleep with each other. We would Skype through the day while we were each at work, just have it on and share our days together. I would go to the post office and there would be random gifts sent from NY, a book, a necklace he had found at a market, a print, fun things from Manhattan just to make my day fun and sexy. He decided not to take the job in Canada, so our affair continued through space for another 2 yrs. We each continued to date other people because...well because... we were both horny people and weren’t going to live without sex in our lives. We would share our dating stories together and laugh as how some people just didn’t get ‘us’. We had a great friendship.
The time had come to meet. We decided we would go away together for few days. He sent me a ticket to join him in LA. He had a conference to go to and would book off 5 days of it to be with me. Jane the Sexplorer was on the road again. I was picked up at the airport, taken to the hotel. He was standing in the lobby waiting for me. God he was gorgeous and 6’3” never looked so tall before. We hugged forever, he took my bags and we went upstairs, it was a whirlwind. He opened the door, dropped my bags and took me to the bed where we absolutely ravaged each other for the entire day... on the bed, on the floor, in the shower, on the vanity, up against the window for the neighbours to watch...whoops.... We had room service and started all over again. I was exhausted, sore and oh so satisfied. He had a beautiful body that I explored at my leisure. I adore mens bodies. Their 5 0‘clock shadow, shoulders, arms, hands, firm chest, and that wonderful trail of body hair leading down to their beautiful cocks. The magic of the first touch of new c*ck, it is either fully erect and throbbing already or it’s softer, just waiting for my touch.... and my touch is magic. A light stroke, a light hot lick and kiss and the c*ck starts to take on a life of it’s own, the blood rushes up and expands the girth and length and all of a sudden I am holding a hot throbbing piece of pleasure in my hand that at point, the rest of the man attached will let me do what ever I want. Well a smart man will let me do whatever I want. Guaranteed my pleasure will give you pleasure. And Edward was very patient with me and let me explore him from top to bottom....... and back again. I’m a fairly dominant lover and really I’ve never had anyone complain about how I play and play and play.... and Edward is a smart man. We tousled a few times over control but that generally just heightened the experience. He was hard for 8 hours, off and on. A beautiful c*ck indeed.
Night had fallen in LA, he got up out of bed and said he had to attend the cocktail party and would be back as soon as he could. He left. I got a text at 10pm saying he was staying a bit longer. I left the room and went out for dinner. I arrived back at midnight and he wasn’t back yet. I went to bed alone. I woke up in the middle of the night to him coming in and falling asleep. How did my 2 yr affair turn so quickly into a 25 yr marriage. What the fuck. In the morning he said he had to attend the conference again for a few hours..‘sorry, sorry’.. I went out sight seeing a bit. By dinner still no word from him. I went back to the hotel. He had been back in the room and changed, but no word from him still. Not sure what happened to spending 5 days together, but I had more contact with him when I wasn’t standing in front of him. Was he disappointed in our meeting? I had no idea what was going on, but my idea of being with him didn’t include being alone from morning till night, then to sleep beside someone without talking. I’d been there 2 days, we hadn’t shared meal yet, I was visiting the city alone, and worst of all I didn’t like LA. Whatever was going on, I didn’t like it. I didn’t see any point in talking about it, his actions were speaking louder than words.
I packed my bags, wrote a note and left the hotel. Ok, what does one do when they’ve flown 3,000 miles across the country and have 4 days left before the flight home? For me it meant going further west and staying somewhere on the ocean. The ocean always makes me happy. A new adventure awaits....
~Jane, getting the hell out of LA.
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