We've spent the entire night together. We met in the bar, making eye contact from across the room. It's as if our destiny was to meet, to make eye contact at that very moment. We smiled at each other as he made his way over to me. I could feel my heart thumping. I knew tonight was the right night to do this.

I made my choice early this morning. I was tired of being a virgin. I thought I was making the right choice in waiting, but it seemed to never happen for me. So, before I could change my mind or chicken out, I got myself ready for tonight. I'm going to lose my V-card, if it's the last thing I do.

Now here we are, at his place and we're kissing on his couch. I did my best all night, not to drink too much. I wanted to be sober for this, it is still important to me. I want to remember it. He has no idea that he is about to take my V-card, but I don't care. He doesn't need to know about it. He might change his mind if he knew.

His lips move down to kiss my chin, biting it lightly. I can feel the burn inside me, it is running through my entire body. He doesn't seem to be in a rush, you know, only worrying about his own nut. He seems to care about my needs as well. I knew I was making the right choice with this guy. One of his hands holds me in place, at the back of my neck. The other caressing one of my tits, under my blouse. My nipples are hard, excited to be touched by someone other than me.

When he moves down to lick and suck on my neck, I sigh out. I can feel my thong is soaking wet. I have been getting excited all night long, but nothing like this. I have never been this turned on before. I haven't even gotten to the sex part yet and I'm dripping wet. The hand on my neck moves down, unlatching my bra.

Before I know it, he is leading me to his bedroom, taking off all my clothes as we go. I don't question him. I watch with awe in how he does it with such skill. When we're in his room, he removes all of his clothes. He tells me how beautiful I am. How much he has wanted me all night. I tell him the same, wanting him so much.

I know I should feel nervous, scared and a little afraid, but I'm not. It all feels too right. He grabs my arms, pulling me to him and holding me close. I can feel the hardness of his cock press against my belly. He kisses me hard, sucking my tongue deep into his mouth. He lifts me up, I wrap my legs around his waist. With that, he leans me against the wall, kissing me down to my neck again.

Where he kisses me, he bites me. He bites me so hard that I nearly scream out. It isn't from pain, far from pain. It is the most delicious and excitable pleasure I've endured. He sucks where he has bitten me, making me wetter than ever. I can feel the twisting need deeper inside me, making me need him more. He holds me closer, moving us, we drop onto the bed.

His large frame covers mine easily. I'm pinned under him with no way out. I shake with absolute need. He sees it, smiling, he keeps teasing me. He takes my legs, lifting them high, spreading them. He kisses my lips, my lower lips. A place no man has ever seen or touched. I squeal out, which causes him to do it again. This time he finds my clit.

It stiffens from the attention, he licks fast at it. I can't move, he holds my legs tighter.

He doesn't want me to be able to move. He dips his tongue down lower, moving along my whole slit. When he rolls his tongue inside me, I want to cry out, begging for more. I haven't felt this kind of pleasure when I have masturbated. I know now why people love sex so much, yet I still haven't been fucked.

What he does with his tongue is unknown to me. I haven't felt anything like it before. It is almost like he is claiming my soul through my pussy. In this moment I am his, he has all of my control. I start to cum hard, my first climax with a man. I thrust myself up towards him, wanting even more. He allows this, giving me a tad bit of control and making me cum harder.

Before I have a chance to say anything, he is dropping my legs. He squeezes between them. I wrap my legs around his waist again. He kisses me, nibbling my lower lip. I let out a moan just as he begins to move himself inside me. I can feel the tip of his hard prick finding my hole. He enters me slowly, careful not to hurt me.

I can feel the piercing pain, but like the bite on my neck it is a good pain. He moves in slowly, as if trying to know me from the inside out. It was giving me a chance to do the same with him. My fingers are in his hair, our eyes locked on each other, with that, he starts moving inside me. All the way in, all the way out, back and forth he moves. The more he moves inside me, the easier it becomes to get used to his size.

When I feel comfortable enough, I begin to move my hips with his movements. I want to add to it, please him too. I want him to be just as satisfied with this as I already am. We're moving together, the climax building again. The speed seems to pick up. I keep my pace with him. It all feels natural as if I have done this before.

He begins to bite and suck on my tits. He bites at my nipples, the round curves boobs, licking across my chest to do the same for the other. I squeeze my legs tighter around him, making him fuck me a little faster. He seems to like the feel of that and I like the feel of him fucking me faster. I squeeze and release again and again. The more I do it, the more he fucks me faster.

It doesn't take long for me to begin to cum again. I moan out loudly, my climax is hard around him. He stiffens, stopping for a minute, before thrusting hard again. I feel the hot liquid fill me. He cums deep inside me, my pussy still working through its own climax. Breathing hard, we are slow now, still moving together as we were before.

When we're done, he holds me close. He doesn't push me away, or even ask me to leave. He seems content with me staying the night in his arms. I feel the same way, staying right where he holds me close. I have no regrets of doing this randomly. I couldn't have asked for it to go a better way.

“By the way, what's your name?” he says in a sleepy voice.

“Blondie, people call me Blondie. You?” I ask, I can't hold back the giggle. I have had sex with a man I don't know and didn't even know his name.

“My name is Sam. Pleased to meet you, Blondie.”

I have a feeling this is a start of a beautiful relationship. But, if I'm wrong, a one nightstand with this man was totally worth it.