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BeautifulBlueSky218
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I've always been shy most my entire life. I always try to keep my options open when it comes to relationships and meeting new people. Sometimes I'm so shy to even approach people or even walk up to people. I've seen woman walk straight up to men and talk to them like no problem and I love how woman are confident like that. I respect that. One thing I'd never want to do is try to act like something that I'm not.
I'm a very shy person and it usually takes awhile for me to open up to anyone. Especially on dates or when I'm in an relationship. One thing that seems to make people judge me for is how I dated younger men before in my past. I don't label myself and I know I'm not older. I'm quite young myself, I'm 33 years old.
I like the nerdy guys, men who play guitar, men who wear glasses. Once I dated a skateboarder before and he was funny. I used to watch him do tricks and clean off his wheels, fix his trucks and he fixed his guitar. He treated it like it was his baby. To me I admire that and I find that sexy. I love men who are smart and carry themselves well and are great kissers.
I was 32 at the time and he was 26 years old. We both were friends for the longest time and a few of my friends constantly told me, "You're going to date a boy. Not a man! He's like a child. O.M.G." I thought it was stupid because I don't think age has anything to do with it at all. I'm young myself. I'm not that old when I think about it and I didn't think it was that big of a deal.
I've always been shy and around him he opened me up, but slowly. He slowly opened me up and I was kinda amazed. It's the way he talked to me and treated me. I could feel this energy pull towards him and I tried to deny it for awhile. Always remember the smirk on his face as he walked away from me and I felt this rush. The entire evening he kept looking at me, smiling at me, his eyes wouldn't leave mine and anytime I looked away or blushed, he smiled. He was seducing me with his eyes, with his smile and finally I was outside on the patio at his friends and we began talking sitting next to each other.
Finally his arm was around me and he noted how I was nervous and to relax. Then he kissed me and we kept kissing each other on the patio. Could hear people walk in and out the door and I heard people saying things and giggling as they were passing by us. Anytime I tried to look up, he reached and held my face with his hands and kissed me again. His hands were warm and gentle, I was breathing heavily and he chuckled. Pretty soon his lips were tracing down my neck and he whispered in my ear, "I really like you a lot. You're a great girl." For so long I watched him fix his guitar and skateboard and now he was touching me and kissing me and learning my body and how I reacted by his touch. He knew I liked him for the longest time and it was so intense as we were around each other. Finally I moaned into his mouth and he looked into my eyes and kept looking into my eyes intently while playing with my hair. A smile spread across his face and I'll always remember joking with him, "What are you smiling about you little punk?" Him: "Oh I'm the punk huh? Alright you don't get anymore kisses from me for the night." He got up and I followed him. Right after that I begged him for kisses the entire night and as I came out of the bathroom he snuck up behind me, made me scream and pretty soon it went back to us kissing.
I'm a sucker for kissing and I love when men are great at kissing because I love kissing. And I believe they'll always be a part of me that will like younger men too.
I'm a very shy person and it usually takes awhile for me to open up to anyone. Especially on dates or when I'm in an relationship. One thing that seems to make people judge me for is how I dated younger men before in my past. I don't label myself and I know I'm not older. I'm quite young myself, I'm 33 years old.
I like the nerdy guys, men who play guitar, men who wear glasses. Once I dated a skateboarder before and he was funny. I used to watch him do tricks and clean off his wheels, fix his trucks and he fixed his guitar. He treated it like it was his baby. To me I admire that and I find that sexy. I love men who are smart and carry themselves well and are great kissers.
I was 32 at the time and he was 26 years old. We both were friends for the longest time and a few of my friends constantly told me, "You're going to date a boy. Not a man! He's like a child. O.M.G." I thought it was stupid because I don't think age has anything to do with it at all. I'm young myself. I'm not that old when I think about it and I didn't think it was that big of a deal.
I've always been shy and around him he opened me up, but slowly. He slowly opened me up and I was kinda amazed. It's the way he talked to me and treated me. I could feel this energy pull towards him and I tried to deny it for awhile. Always remember the smirk on his face as he walked away from me and I felt this rush. The entire evening he kept looking at me, smiling at me, his eyes wouldn't leave mine and anytime I looked away or blushed, he smiled. He was seducing me with his eyes, with his smile and finally I was outside on the patio at his friends and we began talking sitting next to each other.
Finally his arm was around me and he noted how I was nervous and to relax. Then he kissed me and we kept kissing each other on the patio. Could hear people walk in and out the door and I heard people saying things and giggling as they were passing by us. Anytime I tried to look up, he reached and held my face with his hands and kissed me again. His hands were warm and gentle, I was breathing heavily and he chuckled. Pretty soon his lips were tracing down my neck and he whispered in my ear, "I really like you a lot. You're a great girl." For so long I watched him fix his guitar and skateboard and now he was touching me and kissing me and learning my body and how I reacted by his touch. He knew I liked him for the longest time and it was so intense as we were around each other. Finally I moaned into his mouth and he looked into my eyes and kept looking into my eyes intently while playing with my hair. A smile spread across his face and I'll always remember joking with him, "What are you smiling about you little punk?" Him: "Oh I'm the punk huh? Alright you don't get anymore kisses from me for the night." He got up and I followed him. Right after that I begged him for kisses the entire night and as I came out of the bathroom he snuck up behind me, made me scream and pretty soon it went back to us kissing.
I'm a sucker for kissing and I love when men are great at kissing because I love kissing. And I believe they'll always be a part of me that will like younger men too.
