Inks Goes Freelance

Describe the situation or scene...

What turns me on just by thinking about it is highlighted in bold. Take the highlighted phrases, words or sentences and create my perfect liaison ;)

I want to meet a stranger from the net; someone I've only been in contact with for a short while but someone who is lighting the fire in my groin just by thinking about what we may get up to.

Will we get on, will he fancy me or will I fancy him? The thought of how he will kiss, whether his touch will excite me, whether he'll touch me gently or roughly keeps the electric shocks from travelling down to my pussy. I'm getting wetter with each thought and hope.

In an ideal world, my 'date' must have a car. The car is a symbol of his success, of his sexuality and of his freedom. I like to think I can tell a lot about a man by the car that he drives but this could just be because I have an ungirly love of cars, motorbikes and technology.

When I finally walk up to his car, that excitement and anticipation rises to another level. The windows are usually dark so it's not easy to see into from the outside. But, he can see me and I really go to town on how I walk or saunter up to him. I hope he is liking what he sees but he hasn't driven off so...

We're driving to an open field. We're giving each other furtive, nervous glances and I'm desperate for his touch and his kiss.

To me, some things are more important than others:

I want to see his face above anything else of his body. I'd rather feel how he kisses, how he touches me and how he relates to me. I want to be cherished, respected and loved for who I am. I don't want to have to worry about how my body must look to him.
I love to flirt, to relish in the the build up to the inevitable, to experience the anticipation of that first kiss and that first touch.

To feel the tension between your bodies because of what is about to happen. The knowledge that you're both feeling the same for one another. The slight worry that maybe you've built everything up in your head too much and the reality will be nothing like the dream...

The hope that his kiss will be good; the hope that he knows exactly what to do with his lips and his tongue. Where will his hands go? Will they hold me tight to him so that I can feel every inch of his desire?

Erotic couplings in the open air is a big turn on for me and it's not all about the risk of getting caught. In fact, that doesn't do anything for me at all. No adrenaline kick or rush, nothing. Strange, but exploring and enjoying one another, at one with nature (I know! Cliched...) really gets my pulses racing and my juices flowing. I think it's all about being the only people around. Nothing else matters; we could be the only two people on the planet and I think that makes the whole situation more erotic, more passionate and more of a turn on for me.

The want and the need to get to know one another intimately with no pressure, the feeling that you want to indulge in oral sex, that you want to run your fingers over each other and run fingers through the other's hair.

I love to caress his face, his chest, his stomach, the inside of his thighs. To learn what turns him on or what turns him off. If we're kissing, I'm likely to explore his face with my fingertips or bring my hand round the back of his neck to push him further into me.

The Questions I ask myself:

Will I enjoy his kiss?
Could I teach him (if necessary) how to kiss me the way that I like?
Will he touch me gently or will he be too rough?
Will he like how I taste?
Will he know how to make me feel special?
Will he know how to make love to me?
Will he make demands on me?
Will he want to see me again?


I wrote this the other day:

Place one hand on the small of my back and the other cup my face gently. Place your lips on mine softly and kiss me deeply, holding me close to your body so I can feel your desire for me. I want to feel that nothing else matters; I want to feel that only you and I exist in the world. I want to be able to feel every inch of your body next to mine. Your hand gently holding my face/cheek as your tongue explores mine. Don't look at me and wish I was slimmer, taller, bigger breasted or anything else. Love me for who I am and what I can do for you. Once you kiss me, you'll be in heaven, I promise you that. I won't dress up for you, I'll wear only what I feel comfortable in but it won't matter to you, will it? You will be happy enough to finally meet me, to kiss me, to touch me and to make love to me.

Can't wait to meet you.

Finally.