or… too much of a good thing.
At first, Frances seemed too good to be true. She wasn’t a 10 and she wasn’t 18. She wasn’t a spinner or a hard body. But she DID love to do the wild thing and she DID NOT charge me.
When I say she liked sex, I am understating the case. While we were having lunch after just meeting, she told me that she had seen a therapist or psychologist who assured her (to her relief) that she was NOT a nymphomaniac. This seemed to be enough to reassure her, though I’m not quite sure what definition of ‘nymphomaniac’ they were using. It might have been something like “well, I don’t go out every night looking for anonymous sex with multiple men.” If that’s the definition, then yeah, she’s not a nymphomaniac.
Whatever the case may be, it was clear that after we finished our lunch we would go back to my place, which we did, indeed. Once we got there, it wasn’t long before we were both naked and she went into action. I apologize for the not being able to get graphic on this blog. It’s a limitation we just have to live with. But I’ll still try to give you an idea.
Frances began by pulling down my shorts and doing what is standard practice in adult videos. What’s not standard practice, though, is the fact that she reached climax while doing this for about 2 minutes. Once we had both disrobed, she got into cowgirl position, where she began her really serious work.
Her ‘enthusiasm,’ we’ll call it, was off the charts. I rather prefer a relaxed approach, at least at first, but she was having none of that. She went right to the main event, and had completed her own second ’round’ within a very few minutes. In my experience, there is usually at least a bit of a rest period after a woman has a ‘bingo,’ but not Frances. She slowed down slightly, but was soon on her way to her second bingo, which she achieved within another minute or two. I have been with some very responsive women, but Frances was a freak of nature like I had never encountered before.
Good sex, for me, depends on rhythm. Unfortunately, Frances was dancing to her own voodoo drummer’s frantic pace, and I really couldn’t catch up. It was a bit like trying to write a text message on your phone while riding a roller coaster.
In any case, after an hour of hard riding and countless bingos, eventually she had to go and I was able to catch my breath. She’s a wild one and she’s free, but our styles don’t really match. Still, she’s fun and she doesn’t ask for money or want to fall in love. So WTF?