He had a special accent that only a hood rat dweller from where I grew up would talk I had worked hard to change the slangin my voice so that I was no... as easy to figure out where i was from not that I was ashamed of my upbringing but the only good things that came from where I grew up was d**g dealers and prostitutes and I was neither. I gave him my messenger name and we startedim"ing eachother and we talked non stop for 2 days and I mean non stop and I sent him all my favorite pictures from. She started the car and drove silently.I broke the silence cracking some jokes. We reached the apartment in 10 minutes from the location. She parked the car in the basement and said something to the security. We took a lift to her apartment which was located on the fifth floor. Almost all the doors were closed while we walked to her house.She unlocked the door and we were sweating because of the hot weather. When both of us were inside, I bolted the door close. She stood there watching me. I. “Love me,” she whispered in a passion filled voice. I easily slipped into her, as she was very wet between her thighs, and I was as hard as a steel rod.“OH ... yes!” she whispered passionately, as I filled her as deeply as I could go without hurting her.“Now love me,” she whispered before pulling my head down so I could kiss her lips. We began the oldest dance of our species then, and it went on and on for a long, long time. I’d had sex with a number of my previous girlfriends, but none of them. He turned over, wrapped in a satinsheet, smiling at the woman next to him.He snuggled close to her, curving his body to her back. He brushed his handup and down her arm while softly kissing her shoulder.She moaned softly and woke with a smile, leaning back against him. Hewrapped his arms around her and held her tightly against his body. Theyboth smiled and drifted into the dream of the night before.She put the key into the door and opened it quickly as they stumbled in,laughing and carrying.