No Longer Just an "American" Dream

The world wide web created a new vehicle for people to achieve fame and this time it was global. In the short time since starting So I Met This Guy, people have written offering the opportunity to develop some amazing concepts. Publicists, and publishers are already banging the door down as well as a few in-the-know magazines.

If anything in the wonderful world of sex goes down, there is one man that we can trust to already have it in the bag. My first week posting he wrote me saying he loved the blog, told me to keep in touch, and then asked me to coffee. Let’s call him The Editor.

He was immediately taken with me. I could tell by the way his eyes traced over every inch of my exposed flesh. I could feel him craving to lean in and kiss me, slide his hands up my skirt and squeeze my ass. The way he looked at me, like he was devouring me whole, turned me on like crazy. I had remained 100% anonymous until that moment when I met him in the park. Now someone, a very sexy someone, knew my face. The whole meeting was too scandals for words.

The two of us sitting there in the sunshine, two of the most sexually liberated people out there who are not afraid to talk about it; the sexual tension in the air was thick. It was everything I could do, not to lean in close and whisper in his ear to follow me to my place. He was like no one I had ever met and all I wanted was more.

Every time my phone vibrates I get excited at the prospect of receiving some of his dirty messages. He is so unbelievably sexual. He drives me mad. When neither of us could bear it any longer, we gave in. I walked up the steps to his place my trench coat dropping to the floor as he grabbed me and kissed me hard, his hands rubbing my perfect breasts and teasing my nipples. He worked my body expertly and knew exactly where to touch me to get me hot. I was aching to have him in the worst way.