Last night I invited someone over to teach me the merengue. ..

Last night I invited someone over to teach me the merengue. I've been wanting to take dance classes but wanted a one-on-one first just so I felt comfortable in a group. He was a little taller than me and way more handsome than I expected from the picture on the website. When people come into my apartment they are always kind of taken aback because of the way it's set up. It's a lot like climbing into a tower of a castle. You don't expect it to look like it does on the inside whenever you see it from the outside. I had cleared out of my entire studio area for a dance floor so we had plenty of room. We had a drink together and he started to teach me. There's something so enticing about a passionate man that knows what he's talking about and that's what I was experiencing. Merengue is the easiest of all the dances to learn so it didn't take me long to pick it up. Dancing with someone seems intimate to me in ways that probably even being Eiffel Towered doesn't :) I looked at the clock on my stove and we were 65 minutes in whenever he got his first blow job. I was on my knees on the "dance"floor, with the back of my head resting against the wall. He came in my mouth the first time, every time. And then we danced a bit more and I asked him questions about the beat and how to listen for the percussion. The second time I sucked his cock, he ended up jerking off into my mouth like I was a greedy little bird. I looked into his eyes the whole entire time and never once felt uncomfortable or bored or wanted to look away. I just looked at his face while he came in my open mouth. It stormed in Dallas last night. So when I got off my knees we took our drinks and sat on my patio watching the storm and I taught him how count how many miles away lightning was by listening to when the thunder came. There was so much lightning it was like the 4th of July came a night early. I don't remember how we got to my bedroom and I took his third load, but I remember being so satisfied that I could get one more out of him so quickly after the previous two. He came with my lips pressed up against the head of his cock so I could feel the squirts and count them. One, two, three. I'm quite sure I was asleep before my head even hit the pillow and he was out the door. That is how I learned how to merengue last night :)