Robin Goes Tender: Part 2 - Sex Stories

Robin Goes Tender: Part 2

I was a mess. When I returned home after my extraordinary and explosive time with Robin I was reeling from shame, excitement, further lust and disorientation. I could hardly bare to gaze at myself in the mirror. Never in my life had I touched any cock except my own, nor could I remember even the hint of a fantasy about men, ever: in fact, I found gay sex repulsive.

Yet here I was, having been slapped, spat upon, fucked in my mouth and ass by an admittedly beautiful cock belonging to a beautiful woman who was type in every dimension. I tend to like small-breasted and even flat-chested women -- for some reason I always found them incredibly sexy and much sexier than full-breasted specimens... Hmmm, was that an inkling of something?

I called in sick Friday and spent the entire day in my apartment questioning myself, reliving the intensity of my time with Robin, and reviling myself for having been so submissive. After all, I was a good-looking strong athletic guy, and the girlfriends I'd had liked the strength in me -- and I liked them too, but... again, I tended to go for girls with an edge.

But most of all I was trembling at the thought of my next meeting with Robin and desperately waiting for another text. I daren't return to the cafe, not in my condition, and I couldn't bear the thought of an entire long weekend with nothing but more and more breathless confusion.

Yes, I had opened myself up completely to this magnificent stranger, both physically and ...

... emotionally. I had let her fuck my mouth ferociously, I had taken her long lovely tool far into my throat, I had licked and swallowed her cum, I had opened my ass to this same thick cock and almost came out of my skin with excitement as Robin pushed herself completely into my virgin ass.

I'd also had the thoughts of fucking her, imagining how her cock would swing as I thrust, and how I would kiss her lips, myself in command -- if she'd let me.

Fortunately Robin texted me on Friday evening: "Sunday at 4, you can bring flowers. What's your shoe size?" Well, I was ecstatic to think I'd be seeing her again so soon, though I thought her question about shoe size a bit odd. "Can't wait, I hope you like roses!" I replied. "I do. Answer my question, bitch." "13," I hastened to reply. "Thanks. Stay away from the cafe until then." "Sure."

I wouldn't have been able to endure sitting in the coffee shop, or even ordering a cup, so that was easy. What wasn't easy was working off the mounting excess energy meantime, especially as my cock grew hard off and on nearly the entire evening as I tossed and turned in bed, unable to get much sleep.

I decided to do a bit of running on Saturday morning, and then to scope out a nice florist and choose a dozen lovely roses. I found just what I was after, purchased a dozen yellow roses -- I thought they'd go well with Robin's eyes -- and kept them fresh in a vase for Sunday. Their petals were strong and smooth, a combination of delicacy, beauty and ...