My date with Honey is a fond lingering flavour of a summer love. I call it a date because this fine lady takes the time to get to know you, and understand what makes a man tick. Being a man, I am used to being the pursuer, but Honey’s insightful conversation makes me feel wanted and desired. My evening felt like meeting a desirable, single girl at a quiet lounge, love at first sight with her intellectual interplay, and then one thing leading to another into the natural progression of passionate sex.

A past review had equated Honey with a Ferrari, and this metaphor is just. Her sophistication is in the details, sincerity and effort that she goes to make you feel like The Main Man.

The Worthwhile Details

She reminds me of Gina Gershon. Elven body, dark hair and sultry bedroom eyes beckoned me, silently speaking volumes: Take me and make me yours. I take her in my arms, lifting her and kissing her, she invites me in with her pursing lips, kissing me and accepting me, exploring my lips, asserting her will upon my mouth, her tongue flickering and parrying with mine like dancing flames in a gentle wind. I hold her in my arms above the ground as the sky props up angels from the earth, but I finally succumb and bring her down upon the bed to fulfill my longing. She swoons at my seductive voice, and I repay her compliments with a gentle peeling of her skintight garments. I slowly undo her fancy shoes and slip them off her anticipating legs. They hum with longing.

Soon she is naked. Bare and Glorious presenting a feast for her Man returning home famished. Her body is finely honed, tight and compact. It barely contains the raging forces that yearn to release upon you. We continue face locked, kissing in our own little world, her kisses command you to please yourself, to enjoy her, and to eat well and satisfied. My hands start their course, one holding her and the other exploring, stroking and drinking up her skin, her form. Tasting her silhouette, running outside her legs, then gently inside, but making her wait just yet, and teasing her shaved inner self. Her body writhes, wanting more, begging in unspoken words. This feast is for two, and she will drink the wines of lust with you.

My fingers, emboldened with her encouragement, start to trace her soft petals. They part with little prodding, nature takes it course within. Her mouth opens slightly, panting in delight as my fingers probe, press, and thrust in increments and rhythm. She floods my hands with thanks, but I continue on. Once is not enough, not twice, not thrice, I make her come and come and come. My will demands that she be exhausted tonight. She is to be released, a vengeful, fiery goddess. Her body thrusts as I thrust, my finger an avatar for my inner sex god. My fingers beckon inside her, come here, come now, come until I awaken. She obeys, panting, little subdued cries, she fights to keep her dignified lady self, but she is tempted to release it all in a primal grunt and scream, but not just yet.

I look into her eyes. I am going to taste you. I am going to lap eternally upon her shores. My tongue finds it’s home, as waves lap upon the shores, I find a rhythm. She starts to lose control. Her body finding my tongue, riding my fingers in her tight grip. I don’t let go, she can’t escape, I lick, my tongue, expands and contracts soft, long, short, I take her through the spectrum of my nimble organ. I taste her wine, drunk in her flavour, I am in a trance as my face gets pounded, my fingers continue, in out, faster, faster and faster, my tongue keeps it’s mark. My other hand grabs her supple breasts, there is no escape for her, up, down, all around she is contained in my sexual zone. She explodes time and time again, one after another I want her to burn in lust.

She wants her Man now. All that makes me a man is her payment for her release. Her mouth hardens me, but that is a means to an end. She wants me in her. Tightly she grips me above and below. Drive me home, take me to heaven. Normally I have several positions that I want to go through. But I have my orders. I have a mission. On her back I make her mine. I enter her. So tight, but welcoming, firm grip, wet and hot. She is home, for the next few minutes she is out of body, her mouth is open, gasping for air, exhaling her soul, pleasure exploding around us. I drive her home. I thrust and thrust, I make her come, I make her cry, no more visage now she lets loose, she whimpers and begs and screams, her mouth is open, she is panting, over and over and over and over. I make her come. I am insider her, I am home, I come, she comes, we come together. It is wet, it is hot, she is glistening. She is glorious.