Straight Female / 34
My Very First Honeymoon Sex
In the true confessions category I have mine. I was 24, I had graduated with my Master's degree in Journalism and was on a plane from Montreal for an interview in Calgary. Beside me was a man, he was very self assured and he told me journalism was a dead end profession. We agreed to disagree, but his hand kept touching me. I made myself as small as possible leaning against the window.
He was on his way to interview a vendor, and we learned we were going to the same hotel. He kept inserting himself in my business, and he 'agreed' that I would have dinner with him. I quit fighting his hand and settled into letting him hold my hand until we landed in Calgary. He hustled me through the airport, collecting my bag, into a taxi, to the counter at the hotel where he told the clerk that I was his new wife and he wanted a nice room for us.
I stood in the room, my bag on the baggage rack, while he explored the room and bathroom. He told me Honeymoon sex was the best sex and he didn't want me to disappoint him. Since it was early we should have a quicky and then get dressed dinner. Two quickies later we were in the shower washing his penis for his first blowjob.
We went to a steakhouse where he retailed me with his overseas experiences. If half were true, what had I gotten myself into? The rest of the night was honeymoon sex until I was completely used and exhausted. I never went to my interview, I returned with him to Montreal to marry him. His stories were mostly true, with a little embellishment. I never did pursue journalism, he sent me to law school.
Once a year he reminds me, that honeymoon sex comes before marriage, and our anniversary. I get nervous, I never know what he has in mind for me, or where. From New York, to Hawaii, the Serengeti, or Paris. He has made sure I know I'm his for another adventure. But, my one true first Honeymoon sex is my best memory. It got me married.
He was on his way to interview a vendor, and we learned we were going to the same hotel. He kept inserting himself in my business, and he 'agreed' that I would have dinner with him. I quit fighting his hand and settled into letting him hold my hand until we landed in Calgary. He hustled me through the airport, collecting my bag, into a taxi, to the counter at the hotel where he told the clerk that I was his new wife and he wanted a nice room for us.
I stood in the room, my bag on the baggage rack, while he explored the room and bathroom. He told me Honeymoon sex was the best sex and he didn't want me to disappoint him. Since it was early we should have a quicky and then get dressed dinner. Two quickies later we were in the shower washing his penis for his first blowjob.
We went to a steakhouse where he retailed me with his overseas experiences. If half were true, what had I gotten myself into? The rest of the night was honeymoon sex until I was completely used and exhausted. I never went to my interview, I returned with him to Montreal to marry him. His stories were mostly true, with a little embellishment. I never did pursue journalism, he sent me to law school.
Once a year he reminds me, that honeymoon sex comes before marriage, and our anniversary. I get nervous, I never know what he has in mind for me, or where. From New York, to Hawaii, the Serengeti, or Paris. He has made sure I know I'm his for another adventure. But, my one true first Honeymoon sex is my best memory. It got me married.
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