…I kept going with my current sexual activities because I thought, “Maybe she’s just really emotional.  That’s good for sex, but not so good for a relationship.”

“Are you ok?” I asked with a heavy breath.
“Yeah,” she whimpered.  “I’m fine.  Don’t stop,” she screamed as she grabbed my butt.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No! Keep going!” she commanded as she pulled me back down to her.

I was freaked out at this point, and did the best thing I could think of to get out of the situation.   I faked it.  It’s not something I do hardly at all; but I had no idea what else to do without being rude.  My body kept moving with hers.  Finally, I let out a loud moan as she moved her hips around my waist.  I then quickly worked my way down below her waist and began to use my tongue.  She wouldn’t stop crying, and I just wanted it to end as soon as possible.  I concentrated on the job literally right in front of me, so I could make quick work of her.  After about 2 minutes down below, her body shot upright and her legs clamped tightly around my ears.  I know she was satisfied, but I had no idea what I had done wrong.  However, I quickly went to the bathroom to get rid of any evidence that I was a decent actor.

When I came back, we both lied there for a few minutes.  After telling her that I had to be up for 7, I asked if she wanted to stay or go.  She decided to stay, which was fine because I was going to sleep well except for the burning question in my mind.

“Just curious, but what did I do that made you cry?” I asked gently.
“Oh, yeah, I’m sorry about that,” she said somberly.
“It’s ok.  I wanted to know if I did something though,” I said with expectations of a response.
“Well, you see, I’m not exactly that experienced.  You see—,”
All I could think was, “Oh, Lord.  Is she a virgin?” I squinted my eyes expecting the worst.
“Remember how I told you I was divorced?”
“Yes,” I said thinking that I had just had sex with a still married woman.
“Well, he was the only guy I had ever had sex with and we were together for over 8 years.  I guess I wasn’t expecting to have that kind of reaction to you.  I hope I didn’t scare you.”
“No, no,” I responded.  I tried to hide the relief in my voice.

Not much else was said the rest of the night.  We both rolled over and went to bed.  I think she probably felt embarrassed.  I was flat out tired and had a big day ahead of me.

The rest of the week I kept wondering what makes girls so emotional when it comes to sex.  The only thing I can ever come up with is that there is just something about being entered by another person.  Actually, as I just wrote that, it seems to make more sense to me.  Still, she didn’t lose her virginity to me.  I’m sure she had sex with her ex a few thousand times over the 8-year period.  If any of my readers has any ideas about this situation, I’d love to hear your thoughts.

I think eHarmony did a great job of finding two people that had great chemistry together, but I guess there are some things they can’t predict like sexual response.  I’m anxious to use them again though because I’d love to find sex that good again without the virgin tears.

Last week, I was in Chicago staying at one of my favorite properties inside the Loop.  On Tuesday night, I made plans to meet a woman named Sara that I had been talking to for awhile online.  I don’t do much online dating; but when I do, I usually take my time in meeting them in person, so I can measure how legit they are.  I actually found Sara on eHarmony.  The one thing that drew me to eHarmony was their personality test.  Those are always fun to take because they offer a glimpse of how others may see me.

Anyway, I had been talking to Sara for over a month, and we finally agreed to meet.  She works at a bar in the Gold Coast area of Chicago, and we both thought it would be a great idea for me to come to her bar and talk during her down times.  It was the perfect scenario for a first meeting.  The pressure was minimal as she was working, so I didn’t have to think of interesting things to say every second of the night.

The night went well.  The conversation was great, and I enjoyed watching her work the bar.  She was hotter than her pictures on eHarmony.  It kind of built up my own ego to watch other men flirting with her while she worked.  She had fantastic cleavage in the tight black tank top she wore, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her when she had to stretch to reach a bottle on a high shelf.  Needless to say, between the conversation and the body, I was revved up!  She was able to get out of her shift close to midnight.  Apparently, she had been feeling me too because she started kissing me in the cab and continued into the elevator (she stopped for a bit in the lobby).  The kissing was hot.  It was that brand of kissing that had been built up for a month based on conversations; and then when we saw each other, I think it took all we had not to jump over the bar.

Anyway, inside the bedroom, she was down to her sexy black thong in less than 5 minutes.  I think my clothes melted off when we walked into the door.  The foreplay was amazing and lasted a little over an hour.  I could tell we were both type “A” personalities because it was an ongoing struggle to see who would be in control.  I ultimately took the prize, but I think she let me win.  The first time I entered her, I was sitting up and she was straddling me.  But, that only lasted a few minutes before she put her arms around my neck and turned us both over.   I put one of her legs back by her shoulders and started to move in and out of her at varying speeds and motions.  At first, she responded really well to my talents; but then she surprised me, and I lost my groove.   After about 4 minutes of being top of her, she began to cry.  Yes, she began to cry.  At first, I wasn’t sure because it was dark, and I was a little tipsy; so, I put my lips down to her face.  Sure enough, there were little puddles of wetness caressing my lips.

I didn’t know what to do, so I….

Here’s Part 2!!