For him.

It’s a Sunday, a day that is usually taken slowly and is boring for most of us. If Monday weren’t it, then Sundays would be the worst day of the week. They’re, however, just the prelude to something worse that’s coming. And this Sunday was spectacular. I’m in my bedroom, quickly getting ready to go out. On a Sunday? Honestly, it’s weird, but it can happen. Specially when you love someone.

I quickly make my tie and then my phone begins to ring. I pick up in seconds while putting on my pants and fastening my belt. “I’m almost ready. I’ll be outside in a minute” I say to you then hang up. “Gosh” I whisper to myself while looking for my shoes. Where did I put the damned things?! I was just missing that in order to have my full outfit.

After deciding to wear a different pair, I go out to find you in your car, patiently waiting for me to get into the car. I get in, and the aroma of your cologne that wafts through the inside of the car hypnotizes me in a instant. It was an impressive instant, our eyes met and the aroma made me remember your body. It was electric and I wanted to touch you.

I reach out to touch your face then I kiss you gently. “Sorry for taking so long, I couldn’t find my shoes” I say in an embarrassed tone. “You’re fine” you say back, relaxed and in a manly tone. My ears are melting by now. “Are you ready to go? We’re going to a new restaurant” you add, starting the engine swiftly and looking at yourself on the mirror quickly. “Yes, let’s go” I say with decision, then we leave.

Soon enough, we’re parking in front of the new restaurant you kept talking about during the drive. It looks fancy and foreign, which caught my interest. We go inside and are attended by the host, who quickly takes us to our table. Of course, you had made a reservation already. We sit down, staring into each other’s eyes for a few moments, before the connection is broken by the waiter who brings us the menu.

The food in the restaurant was like nothing else I had ever tried. It was foreign, Vietnamese. Very unique and tasty. You savour it with Grace and talk to me about it with emotion, and I see the passion in your eyes as you mention you’re itching to start your cooking classes. Is this what makes you the most happy?

After dinner we pour a glass of wine and go to the outside area of the restaurant, a small garden lined with decorative outdoor lighting and a small fountain. Not a lot of people is around. We walk around, sipping the wine and talking about this, that and everything. At the end of the road, we put our glasses on a small table and then we embrace each other. It’s a long, warm hug and I can feel your breath on me.

“I hope you had a good date” you whisper into my ear. “It has been amazing. But I would like something else” I say casually, then you separate your head from me and look into my eyes. “What is it?” You ask, full of curiosity. I wonder what were you expecting me to say?

“Make love with me” I say, then you smile and we kiss. “Of course my baby boy. Let’s go” and then we hug for a few more seconds, before returning into the restaurant to pay and then we leave to your car. We kiss for a bit before you start the engine, and then we go. “Let’s go to my house” you say with confidence, knowing my mom is in mine. “Of course” I say, and giggle softly.

We get there. I walk in and you lock the door behind you when you come right after me. I’m walking slow steps into the house then suddenly you hug me from behind, and start kissing my neck sensually. I succumb to your charm instantly, and feel your penis trying to poke out of your pants against my butt. You keep walking me while kissing, into the bedroom. I lay on the bed and watch you undress, sensually removing the cloths that cover your toned, sculptural body. It turns me on instantly and I start to undress as well.

You get on the bed to kiss me, while massaging my crotch gently. I stop you because I feel like I may come, then finish undressing. You get down to suck my cock and put yours into my mind, swiftly making a passionate 69. Your moaning turns me on even more, and I suck your cock while fingering you slightly. After a bit, you get up and get ready for action.

You put on a condom, always so careful. I look at you with lust, then spread my legs open carefully. You grab your hard, firm cock and penetrate me slowly, then bend down to kiss me sensually while thrusting into me slowly. You pinch my nipples and french kiss me while going deep into my ass, and I stroke my cock with pleasure, returning the kissing to you by going deep into your mouth with my tongue.

Suddenly, you pull out and take off the condom. You begin to masturbate before me, and I move closer to you so that our bodies would touch, even if you’re not on the bed like I am. We both masturbate and you come first, a shoot of semen splashed onto my abdomen lets me feel the warmth of your juices, turning me on even more.

Then, I come. You get down to suck my cock and the oozing semen, then get up to kiss me softly. “Now, was it a good date?” You ask with a naughty smile. “It was, indeed” I reply, then kiss you again.

It was a great date. Do you ever think of it? I sure do, about that one and all the others. All the sex, the kisses. Do you think of them at all? Did you think of all that when you cheated on me?

I guess after all, I still love you. And this story is just for you.