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The Newsletter Vol. 1

  • Writer: Dahlia
    Dahlia
  • Mar 20
  • 5 min read

Let’s kick things off with a bang as I reveal a new post-op pic, and my oft promised erotic short story. The story will come in 3 parts, the excerpt below being the first. It represents the first time I’ve tried my hand at fiction like this. It made me so hot to write and edit… I may be on to something!

I hope you enjoy, maybe a few times 😏.

-Post hiatus info, etc, follows the story-


Dahlia's Desires - Part 1

There’s always a tinge of excited nervousness meeting someone new, and I was feeling it in the elevator on the way up to his room. It was a needed jolt of adrenaline at nearly midnight, since I’d signed on for a 12 hour date! It was late, but my stay in town was so brief and he was so personable and generous in his emails! I had to meet him and if our schedules aligned for midnight, so be it. I was inspired and curious.We met in the lobby and I was pleasantly surprised—He was handsome, friendly and had a relaxed vibe. I could tell from his whole demeanour that it was going to be a good time, but I had no clue how intensely hot it would ultimately end up being. He’d mentioned I could wear track pants if I wanted to, because he’d be fully comfy. When he laughingly said he hoped we’d both be fully passed out come noon, I was even more at ease. That meant the timecould take shape as it wanted to with the goal being simply to enjoy to fullest. This is the way! I wore a long loose skirt with a tiny fitted tee and flat sandals. Casual, sexy, and pretty. Mr. X had ordered every dessert from his favourite steakhouse and we sampled at least 6 plates while laughing and getting to know one another. The food was exemplary and so was the company. I could see him casually eyeing my cleavage and toned midriff. He was such a gentlemen though, and I could tell he was a bit nervous. I was ready to really break the ice and show him that he was invited to do the same. He’d intrigued me, by just being real and that made me very comfortable… and so much more curious. I liked what I’d learned about him so far, I had a feeling I was going to really like learning what was under the track pants. I closed the distance between us on the couch sliding close enough for my breasts to  not-so-gently brush his arm. He quieted down as I licked the syrup from the chocolate lava cake off my lips and leaned in for a kiss. Our lips parted right away and… he tasted like chocolate and I could feel his hands finding their way up my thighs. It’s amazing how things can go from zero to 1000000 in a second. I let my fingers drift across the bulge in his lap, feeling him through his pants…Desire entered the chat and my body automatically began responding. His hands seamlessly moved to hike my skirt and cup my ass as I moved to straddle his lap. I could tell that he was quite pleased to have me sitting there, as I settled onto the deliciously hard spot I was seated atop. I slowly began to move my hips, my panties becoming a thin wet barrier between us. He deepened our kiss and I could feel him pulling me closer. I began to grind myself into him, getting more excited by the moment. He could tell from the little rhythm I was making that I wanted it and was getting worked up—that emboldened things. Seeing the shackles come off and real eroticism enter room is as hot as his gets. I felt the subtle shift in his demeanour and soaked through my panties right on his pants, my nipples doing their best to penetrate my tight tee. I parted us a few millimetres to take my shirt over my head. I was glad when he took the invitation to remove my bra, fumbling over the snaps and chuckling. I liked the sexy little laugh. I also liked his tentative slow kiss and firm caress of my backside. While I was ready to gyrate myself into a little frenzy right there in his lap, he slowed the pace, letting the enjoyment last. Foreplay is so much fun when it happens with enough space to fully expand. I reached down and pulled his shirt off, crushing my bare chest into his as we continued to kiss. Our bodies were pressing closer and closer. I could feel every inch of him. I’m not particularly heavy and am quite adept at wrapping around, so Mr. X picked me up clean off the couch and carried me toward the bed. At this point I was out of my mind with want and we had barely touched each other. My breathing had quickened and I was so very wet. He lay me down and we both pushed my skirt down, getting a little less patient. My thong was soaked through when I pealed it off. ‘Intense’ doesn’t even describe the heightened energies in the room. When he took his track pants off my eyes widened. Even in the dark I could see that while he seemed more in control of his desire than I was, he was so hard it almost looked uncomfortable and it was pointing right me. Mr X’s breathing quickened as I unwrapped the condom and slid it on while staring longingly into his eyes. He was so hard it was intimidating. I decided further exploration of each other’s bodies could happen later in what would clearly be many subsequent rounds. You don’t clear this kind of sexual energy in one go. My mind was a flurry of imaginings, my body yearning to feel him slide deep inside, his hardness pressing toward my g spot, edging me closer with each stroke. I needed him inside me that instant and he could feel it. When he half moaned, “do you want me to put it in?” He already knew the answer, I was so obviously out of my mind with desire. Just hearing him whisper it in my ear was just so hot. I closed my eyes and whispered  back “yes”, trying to hide my urgency…followed by, “please”… It couldn’t wait a second longer. To be continued 💋


--Disclaimer: This is not a road map. It’s a very sexy idle thought. Real adventures are individually and authentically created--



I digress... Now that we’re hot and bothered… I have dates, friends and accessories to reveal. I’ve been cooped up at home healing, (I’m doing amazingly as you can see), and I’m quite ready to get out and enjoy myself fully!


 
 
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"She clearly falls into the category of “high end companion”… a term that gets thrown around subjectively, but to me means a woman provides the kind of date that appeals to all your senses, all the while enjoying herself as well."

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