This morning didn't start so well.
Actually, that's not entirely true.
This morning started VERY well, it just rapidly got worse... amusingly worse, but worse nevertheless.
I woke up beside the sexiest redhead I have ever had the pleasure of this morning.
She looked angelic with her loose curls flowing over the white pillow, curled around herself in my arm.
I went out with Z for a few drinks in Ponsonby last night. We got talking about Poland and the history of the place.
She surprised me with her passion for the land and it's people and I surprised her with how much I knew of their history "for an outsider".
History pays off
We also talked about religion (no... I DIDN'T start this part of the conversation!) and I learned a lot of the similarities between the orthodox church she grew up in and Catholicism.
Several drinks later (she stuck to RTD's I switched to juice) I was driving her home to Glenfield and she invited me in.
Things really started going wrong when she came into the bathroom while I was showering and asked me when we could see one annother again.
I am on holiday for the next two weeks but am away this weekend and all next week, so I told her we could hook up the week after that.
Things started going downhill after that answer.
When we got back to her place she invited me in for coffee. I told her I am English enough to prefer tea, she laughed and we kissed.
The way she moved into me when I put my arm around her made the decision to join her inside very easy indeed.
We went in and talked a little more over tea and coffee, but only got halfway through (conversation and drink both) before I simply couldn't stand it any more and led her into the bedroom.
She accused me of playing her and leading her on. I tried to counter that I had been noting but open from square one, but realised this wasn't a winnable argument.
She then took to Polish for a minute... coming back to English long enough to ask how old I was exactly.
When I told her 26 and she accused me of lying about it (she assumed, I never said) I knew it was time to get out.
She enjoyed the way I took charge and I could see how much she loved pleasing me.
I told her to beg for me and she did.
I told her to offer herself to me and she did.
I told her I was going to pin her to the bed and take her and she called me "sir" unbidden... at which point I lost what had remained of my cool, flipped her, held her wrists and took her.
We had fun for hours and I enjoyed a first, making my partner orgasm while I was inside her. A pleasure I hope to have again soon!
As we lay together afterwards she told me quietly that she hadn't ever been pleasured so well (I counted five) on her first night with a man.
And that's how we went to sleep.
I quickly dressed and headed out to the car.
I thanked her for a fun night on the way out, she muttered something and told me to give her a call when I got back to Auckland.
I came into work, got changed, had toast and sat to write here.
So... is that a GOOD morning... or a BAD morning?
Actually, that's not entirely true.
This morning started VERY well, it just rapidly got worse... amusingly worse, but worse nevertheless.
I woke up beside the sexiest redhead I have ever had the pleasure of this morning.
She looked angelic with her loose curls flowing over the white pillow, curled around herself in my arm.
I went out with Z for a few drinks in Ponsonby last night. We got talking about Poland and the history of the place.
She surprised me with her passion for the land and it's people and I surprised her with how much I knew of their history "for an outsider".
History pays off
We also talked about religion (no... I DIDN'T start this part of the conversation!) and I learned a lot of the similarities between the orthodox church she grew up in and Catholicism.
Several drinks later (she stuck to RTD's I switched to juice) I was driving her home to Glenfield and she invited me in.
Things really started going wrong when she came into the bathroom while I was showering and asked me when we could see one annother again.
I am on holiday for the next two weeks but am away this weekend and all next week, so I told her we could hook up the week after that.
Things started going downhill after that answer.
When we got back to her place she invited me in for coffee. I told her I am English enough to prefer tea, she laughed and we kissed.
The way she moved into me when I put my arm around her made the decision to join her inside very easy indeed.
We went in and talked a little more over tea and coffee, but only got halfway through (conversation and drink both) before I simply couldn't stand it any more and led her into the bedroom.
She accused me of playing her and leading her on. I tried to counter that I had been noting but open from square one, but realised this wasn't a winnable argument.
She then took to Polish for a minute... coming back to English long enough to ask how old I was exactly.
When I told her 26 and she accused me of lying about it (she assumed, I never said) I knew it was time to get out.
She enjoyed the way I took charge and I could see how much she loved pleasing me.
I told her to beg for me and she did.
I told her to offer herself to me and she did.
I told her I was going to pin her to the bed and take her and she called me "sir" unbidden... at which point I lost what had remained of my cool, flipped her, held her wrists and took her.
We had fun for hours and I enjoyed a first, making my partner orgasm while I was inside her. A pleasure I hope to have again soon!
As we lay together afterwards she told me quietly that she hadn't ever been pleasured so well (I counted five) on her first night with a man.
And that's how we went to sleep.
I quickly dressed and headed out to the car.
I thanked her for a fun night on the way out, she muttered something and told me to give her a call when I got back to Auckland.
I came into work, got changed, had toast and sat to write here.
So... is that a GOOD morning... or a BAD morning?