Clara’s French Kiss
Hoping it’s exactly what I need
I have a French man wooing me.
French Canadian, actually.
LaPetiteMorte is from la belle province here in Canada. He’s recently moved from his home province to a city near me. Lucky.
Soon to be lucky.
LPM is tall, dark, and handsome. Oh, and that accent. I mean, come on. French? Oh, la la indeed. He’s sweet, attentive, and lonely. Did I mention he’s younger than me? Clara is a lucky woman.
Yes, lonely. Like me, he’s been with someone a long time. They’ve moved apart like my husband, and I have. They have a sex life but not what he wants or needs.
He has an extra complication as she’s gone overseas on a long-term work assignment. His new job means he can’t travel, so he can’t pick up and see her for his needs. So he’s very lonely.
Not just for sex but for a friend. A companion.
That brought him to my door. Or profile. He saw my profile one day at lunch. This is not his first affair but the first one in a few years. He reached out with a very smartly written message.
I laughed. Oh my, he’s witty. And sweet. We started chatting almost nonstop right away. This sexy man has been taking up most of my spare time. Did I mention he’s tall? He has this dark and brooding thing going on in his pictures.
He’s besotted with my eyes. Really. He keeps saying how much they look like jewels. He loves the curves too. He describes how he’d touch me and what he would do in great detail. I’ve seen his tongue, and I believe he’s multi-lingual.
And I’ve seen what I do to him. Clearly. To a point!
He’s doing what a good pAP should do:
Who am I
Taking his time and asking good questions. Learning about who I am and answering all my questions. He loves music, and we share our playlists all the time. I send him a fantastic song with a note that I’m dancing in my kitchen. He sends me his song choice while he’s fixing up his basement. He’s handy!
R E S P E C T
Respectful. Learning my boundaries and limits. Not pushing until I’m ready to advance.
Flirt with me
Yes flirting. I haven’t had much luck with men on this journey. He knows this is important. The sexy talk is there, but it’s not all WHAM BAMM Get on my cock MAAM.
It’s a slow burn, building line by line. I may combust soon. He’ll be there when I do.
Coffee is life
We just met for a coffee. It was quiet and out of the way, located between us both. That common town between us. It was lucky to be a workday, so I wore a dress now that it’s not freezing in Canada (mostly). Just a warm May rain shower.
I walked towards the table, holding his dark stare. I may swoon for blue eyes, but dark chocolate ones melt me. He tried to keep his eyes north, but he had to look up and down at least twice. The dress fit me very well, and he wanted to look. I’m happy he did.
The coffee and chatter were terrific. While he held my hand, his thumb ran over the soft skin of my wrist. I was starting to get so wet just from a simple touch. Sigh, time to go to work.
Before leaving me in my car, he pulled me close and kissed me. It was sure and soft. I deepened it. I wanted to feel that tongue he showed me in a selfie one day.
It was an excellent first kiss. A very French one at that.
Meet me under the stars
We’re planning to meet. Soon. He’s able to get away overnight, and so can I. This is a big step for me. I’ve only ever done one other overnight, and it takes a lot of planning. We have a romantic place all picked out. The room with a view is reserved.
He’s going to take me dancing. I have a dress ready to pack.
I want to kiss him deeply in a moonlight room and touch him all over. He keeps darkly telling me what he’s going to do to me and my pussy.
Sitting on his face is only the beginning of his plans.
I like how he thinks, talks, and kisses. I guess I’m going to love the rest too.
I’m looking forward to a French press.
And I don’t mean coffee.
