What Happens After Dirty Talk with a Wealthy Mature Man (Absolutely Mind-Blowing): Part 2

Sugar Prince Albert of Monaco and Princess Charlene

Bran­don and I had been together for almost a month and in that month we had always been very phys­i­cal with one another, but never to point of hav­ing sex. I was in need of it after going through a two-year dry spell since my ex, Jared. And hav­ing only my ex to refer to as my expe­ri­ence, I knew with Bran­don it was going to be a whole other story.

In the 30 min­utes that it took Bran­don to get to my place, I set the mood by light­ing can­dles that infused the room with a vio­let light. It wasn’t too dark or too bright, which was the per­fect light­ing to help us if either of us became shy.

I wasted no time and leaned back on my bed, tak­ing in Brandon’s appear­ance once more; his fit­ted T-shirt was hug­ging his defined pecks and toned tat­tooed biceps. This man kept him­self in good form and I felt a lit­tle embar­rassed at my lack of com­mit­ment to hit­ting the gym. But then Brandon’s words eased my embar­rass­ment. “Are you sure you want to do this, Lena? We could just lay together, talk, and watch TV?” Bran­don seemed a lit­tle hes­i­tant, but then again, when­ever it came down to my wants and needs Bran­don was always atten­tive and ready to put his own needs to the side.

I smiled up at him. I liked that he was being con­sid­er­ate, but the more I took in his sug­ges­tion, the more I real­ized that I was ready to take our May-December rela­tion­ship to the next level. It was time to test out the goods. “No, I’m ready,” I said in a breath­less tone.

Bran­don nod­ded and lifted up the bot­tom ofhis shirt. As it went over his head, my eyes went directly to his tat­tooed chest. This was my first time see­ing Bran­don with his shirt off. I knew he had his full arms and neck tat­tooed, but I never imag­ined that the chis­eled planes of his toned stom­ach sported ink of their own. See­ing that, I’m not going to lie, made me even more turned on and so I grabbed him by his broad shoul­ders and pulled his face to mine.

The next thing I knew we were both naked and he was posi­tion­ing him­self between my thighs, I didn’t pay much atten­tion to any­thing he was mur­mur­ing to me because I was taken aback by his size. “Are you going to fit?” I asked, look­ing up at him with what I’m sure was a sur­prised look.

Bran­don laughed and leaned, in nuz­zling my neck. He whis­pered in my ear some­thing along the lines of mak­ing me “ready and wet­ter.” To say that sex with Bran­don was amaz­ing would be an under­state­ment. This was more than what I had ever imag­ined. Not only was I sat­is­fied, overtly so, but I actu­ally, for the first time in my life, had an orgasm. Sex with my ex Jared was noth­ing com­pared to what Bran­don and I had expe­ri­enced. We were in tune with what turned us on and Bran­don knew exactly what he was doing.

I laid there that night, ready for any feel­ing of regret or some­thing that may have made me call it quits with Bran­don. Not only had we had the most cat­a­clysmic sex, but through­out it all, Bran­don was lov­ing, con­sid­er­ate, and affec­tion­ate. When we were both out of breath and ready to fall asleep, Bran­don looked over at me, smiled, and pulled me into his arms, where we both fell asleep.

This entry was posted in HSD on by .

About Lena

I’d always dreamed of the perfect fairytale prince in storybooks—ready with money and status to come save me from my chaotic, average life and treat me like his princess. Add a 26-year age difference and I found the closest thing to it. Not everything comes as easy as we expect it to, but that’s what makes it all the more fun. At 18 years old, I experienced that “Mr. Right Now” love with a guy my age named Jared. Two years later, I met Brandon, my older man. Jared was the typical playboy who romanced my naïve younger self and made me fall hard for him. That relationship caused me to view love in an entirely different way than I previously had, and I’m actually glad it did. By the time I met Brandon, I had become wiser and more prepared for the reality of relationships. Even though at 20 years old I didn’t show the tell-tale signs of a smart, mature woman, that was exactly what I had become. I started as a part-time secretary for a highly respectable office, while juggling a full-time load of college courses at the local university. It was my first official job where I had to wear heels, pencil skirts, and an occasional suit. I was no longer the high-school girl that found “true love” after graduation and had her heart broken immediately after. The new woman I was now was confident and smart, and when I saw Brandon walk through the lobby door, I knew he’d be a challenge, one I was ready to accept. Now at 22, and Brandon at 48, we’ve managed to keep a two -year relationship feeling like the very first day we met—all the excitement and butterflies are still very much present.