I may have alluded to it earlier, but Mr International isn’t the best when it comes down to pure sex. And yet by the time we make it to the bedroom I am wet and begging. It’s the foreplay. But foreplay doesn’t simply start in the bedroom… 

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Our date starts off the same way. We meet about an hour and a half before dinner reservations, which are always pretty early (6/7pm) and walk around the centre. We link arms, or hold hands sometimes. Normally this would scare me because I hate PDA, but with him it makes me feel like I’m wanted, that he’s showing off that fact he is with me. Sometimes we find small galleries to go into, if there’s any events on (and there are always events on) that we stumble pass then we go see that. The sense that we’re in no rush, that the world is before us, is probably what relaxes me.

This is very different than meeting in a bar, where you are limited in movement and instead are forced to concentrate on the other person. Instead, we simply have time to be around each other. He talks a lot. He always has lots to tell me about his work, funny stories about clients or his co-workers. He knows things about London that I don’t too, or tells me stories about his previous trips. I like listening. His voice is smooth and seductive, we are constantly giggling and laughing.

At dinner it is always a game. Different games also. Today, the restaurant is a fancy fusion sushi place that’s in the basement floor with low lighting and wooden decor. All the waitresses are blonde.  As we are being seated in a booth and handed menus he immediately orders drinks.

“My wife doesn’t really drink alcohol, but if you could spike her bitter lemon, I’ll have better chances of getting some tonight.”

The waitress is taken back for a moment, and I have to try very hard not to laugh. Instead, straight-faced, I reach over the table to take his hand, then turn to look at her.

“That’s how he got me to marry him in the first place.”

“Wow. She hasn’t touched me in over  4 months. This calls for a celebration, we’ll take a bottle of your house white! And a glass of bitter lemon too!” The waitress looks confused and goes off to get our drinks.

This is only one of our games, because he knows I don’t understand alcohol and instead orders for me in a way that doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable. We play the “husband and wife” game for ordering food too. Using any information we already know about each other, we spin it in such a way so that it sounds like we know each other to the T.

I know the waiters or waitress don’t care, it’s more of an inside joke to us. Another inside joke, as we order the food, his hand which had so innocently been placed on my knee starts to wander upwards. He’s softly stroking the inside of my thighs as he orders a selection of sashimi. His hand is under my skirt and probing upwards as I ask for recommendations on the side dishes. By the time our food arrives I’ve actually forgotten we were going to be eating.

The food is of course, amazing. He also leaves me alone when we eat. No touching. It’s one of my things, I love food so much that to be distracted when eating is a no-no. Instead we talk about the food and I enjoy myself all the more. On our way out, the waitress asks us if everything was ok.

“It was fantastic, she’s promised me a blow job tonight!” And with that we are out the door, giggling and laughing and I know he’ll be getting his blow job but that’s ok because I like sucking cock and he knows it. I feel like everyone we’re going to have sex. As we sweep into the hotel, kiss in the elevator, rush to get through the door and start taking off our clothes, I just know that everyone we passed today knew we were going to be doing this. How could they not?

I’ve been anticipating it all day, aching and I don’t know why. It feels so good, a relief when we are skin to skin. When his hands feeling me up, his mouth on my nipples. I don’t even care much about foreplay now, because I just need him in me as soon as possible. In the bedroom is is always a frenzy, us trying to get closer to each other. It makes up for the fact he only ever fucks me in one position, on my back, legs on his shoulders.  We do it about 3 times throughout the night, and I wake him up with a blow job the next morning.