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His hands were large and soft. That was always the one thing I remembered most about him. When we would lie together he would run his hands up and down my torso. Caressing me gently, warming me all over slowly. In those moments I would sigh and snuggle closer to his hard body. Yet now when I turn over he is not there, just a cold empty bed to caress and comfort me now. My Trent is gone away. I huff and turn over, imagining he is still beside. I imagine how it felt to sleep with him for the first time. How nervous Trent made me feel. How weak my knees were around him. How, when he spoke my name in that rough voice he had, I couldn’t refuse him. To this day my stomach flips thinking about night. I drew the covers closer to me and closed my eyes, trying to remember as best I could. Trent and I had met on one of those dating websites. I thought that he looked hot based on his picture and some of the things he said in his profile would help establish some conversation between us. After about a week of emailing back and forth, we started talking on the phone. Hearing his voice made me melt in ways no other man had ever şişli escort done. Not long after that first call we had our first date. I had showed up to the restaurant wearing a snug, yet beautiful, black dress and black pumps. The dress was the type that accentuated my supple breasts and hugged my thick curves yet left enough hidden so as not to ruin the surprise. My dark, curly hair was gathered at the back of my head and cascaded over one shoulder. Somehow I had managed to make it early and while I waited for him to show up I sipped nervously at my water. After the third pass of my waiter to my table, I made to leave believing I had been stood up. “Mae?” A male voice spoke just to my left as I was bent over grabbing my bag. I knew this voice and my breath caught. All I could do was look at him. “I’m sorry I’m late. There was a car accident on the freeway. Traffic just crawled.” As he spoke I took a good look at him. His body was lean and muscular. He wore dark slacks and a button up shirt with the top button undo, barely exposing his chest hair. Over his shirt he wore an opened blazer. escort şişli Trent was just above average height, with a strong jaw and a nice head of dark straight hair. As my eyes trailed down his thick arms I noticed that he was holding his hand out to me. “I am sorry,” his deep gray eyes twinkled as he smiled at me. “May I still take you out to dinner?” He still held his hand out to me; it looked strong, yet gentle. “Yes,” I said grasping his hand. Warmth exploded throughout my body at this first touch. Once again I was stunned into silence as he took his seat across from me. The date progressed pretty smoothly. I could tell by his appreciative looks and suggestive jokes that he found me just as attractive as I found him. After dinner we left in his car. We drove around the city a little before pulling up in front of my house. “This was a great date, thank you,” I said before unbuckling myself. “I had a good time too,” Trent looked deeply in my eyes and reached out tucking a fly-away hair back in place. He grazed my cheek as he pulled his hand away, and then laid his hand on my mecidiyeköy knee. I first looked down at his hand, then up into his depthless eyes. We stayed like that for a moment before he abruptly left the car and came around to let me out. As I left the car, I passed very close to him on my way to the front door of my house. I could feel knots forming in my stomach and warmth beginning to spread from between my legs. He was a half-step behind me when I put the key in the lock. “Do you want to come in for a drink?” I half smiled back at him. “Sure,” he said closing the door behind us as we entered my home. I dumped my stuff in the hall closet and turned to make my way to kitchen when Trent grabbed my elbow gently and turned me towards him. Looking into my eyes, he leaned in to kiss me. Our lips touched and I could barely breathe. My knees started trembling and lights exploded behind my eyes. His lips on mine were soft, yet firm. When we broke, I gasped and looked at him flushed unable to say anything coherent. He laughed and with that I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him against me. My mouth connected once more with his as his hands circled my waist and drew my body against his. This kiss was full of need. As his tongue probed my lips and slipped into my mouth, a moan escaped me. One of my hands trailed down his arm as the other massaged the back of his neck.

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