Suzanne Portnoy

For some reason when I think of this past weekend, I am reminded of Fiddler on the Roof and the song that goes:

Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles-
God took up Daniel once again,
Stood by his and side and- miracle of miracles-
Walked him through the lions den!

That’s hardly surprising because many men might compare going to bed with me with walking into the lion’s den. Daniel was no great fan of my work but we had shared enough personal history for him to know that I wasn’t quite a virgin. Not every man is comfortable sleeping with a woman who can count the number of lovers she has had by the numbers of days in a year rather than on her fingers and toes. Yet Daniel strolled in quite casually this quite weekend, seemingly without any trepidation. What’s more, he very quickly realised the way my pussy works, massaging my clit so gently, teasing it so lovingly that I had more orgasms in a single night (and day) than I can recall having in a very long time.

This is rare, especially since I was not overly impressed with his technique after our make-out session in the car a month earlier. Then he had felt between my legs and grabbed me with such force I thought he was trying to erase a difficult stain on a carpet. I’d made my excuses then and gone home alone, wondering whether I wanted to see him again. I invited him to my friend’s birthday party a couple of weeks ago and he seemed to have softened a bit. His kisses were more gentle and I felt he had the potential to be a good lover. To hammer the point home I sent him a quick text before our weekend telling him I liked sex to be slow and gentle.

He replied, ‘No other way, my dear.’

The signs were good. By the time Saturday evening came around I found myself looking forward to the knock on the door. I put on my sexiest Agent Provocateur lingerie and my sky high leopard print high heels to greet him.

I want to keep the details to myself. Some evenings are too special to share with others, except to say that when it came to oral sex, the man was an expert. A woman can tell when a man really likes going down and isn’t doing it purely to please his partner. Daniel was such a man and I got the feeling he would happily have stayed between my legs for hours if I’d let him. Even more of a turn on for me, I noticed he remained hard while licking me out and knowing how much he was enjoying it sent me over the edge over and over again. Within a half hour of being together he had completely changed his technique too, substituting the eraser technique with a far softer touch that he could tell I preferred.

‘That’s a good girl,’ he would say as he felt me squirm beneath the tip of his tongue. Then he would stop for a few seconds causing me to gasp before resuming the flicking motion. It was so hypnotic and overwhelming that when I finally came I almost passed out.

I have spent the best part of today daydreaming about our time together and looking forward to next weekend when we’ll get to do it all over again. Mmmmn.