There were times when she knew a dirty fuck was in order. the dirty talk, dirtier whispers, fantasy fun time, fantasy fuck time...toys, lube, mirrors and hardness.
There were times when she knew a lingering, sexy...almost romantic and slow and intimate and tactile fuck was needed...almost too premeditated to be a fuck; deep intimacy and complete trust with shared capitulation and shared desire for something tangible.
Brigitte looked at Martin. What did he expect? What did he want? Inwardly, she sighed...she yearned too, but her desires and forwardness had been catalystic for many wrong moments. She knew men found her exciting and sexy...but also they ran a mile with her relaxed openess and directness.
If they demanded, she may not give.
If they were silent, she would not give.
She never found affluence or materialism a turn on.
She desired an intelligent sexual fulfillment.
She desired intelligent sex.
Eloquent and strong.
Imaginative and robust.
Reflective and sensual.
Foward and shared.
She knew she demanded so much.
She glanced up at him again as he swiped the door key.
catching her eye, he smiled, his arm around her without pretence...
He absorbed the look, the thoughts and the possibilities of many outcomes...yet he remained so focused on her. So calm. So intelligent.
She knew...as soon as the door opened, she knew she was safe and with someone she had a connection with. A sincere and human connection.
'You okay Brigitte,' he said...
'Mmmm yes. I am. Completely,' she answered. 'But...I may give a bad impression...it's just that...' she stopped again...finding it hard to believe what she was about to say.
'I just thought you should know...I've no knickers on! I had to take them off earlier today as the elastic pinged when I went to the loo.....'
She collapsed against the wall as he opened the door...she collapsed in waves of giggles and blushed and laughed more..
'I mean, I don't normally make a habit of it...' shrugging helplessly...knowing how aware Martin was of the double entendre...knowing that the man infront of her would enjoy the dirty fuck with as much passion as the lingering slow lovemaking when they would wake hours later.
She stepped inside.
Martin followed and the door shut slowly with a quiet click...
Falling silent, they both looked at the beautiful bed and Brigitte knew this was going to be a very sexy and dirty and exciting and passionate and sensitive time...for both of them...
She was missing her lovely lingerie..the warmth of a long slow wetness seeped to the top of her thighs...