I need a man. Scanning the room again I see him. He is wearing a cobalt blue button down which nicely accentuates the blue of his eye and a pair of ti...ht blue jeans that hug his body beautifully. Turning from him I talk to the bartender to find out what the gentleman is drinking and have an Irish whiskey sent his way. Turning back again I find that he has disappeared and I am feeling disappointed that he wasn’t the one. I turn back to the bartender and ask for a glass of white wine but before I. Soon he was hard again and a couple of times he hit the back of my throat and made me gag. After several minutes my jaw was getting sore and I was about to pull away when he let out a loud moan and held my head still while he shot his load into my mouth. He held me there till I had to swallow then he let me up and told me how great that was and how much he loved me. It was the fourth or fifth time we made love that he finally lasted over ten minutes and gave me my first orgasm other than a. Neither of us drank enough to get seriously intoxicated – we really had been talking a lot, I realised – but both of us were surprised when the pub started closing around us. After which, he graciously – maybe even chivalrously – walked me up to a nearby station to pick up a cab and wandered off into the night. He shook my hand on leaving, didn't give me a hug or a kiss or anything, just a smile and a friendly wave goodbye.I wasn't sure how I felt about that.Back in the flat, I found the memory. I willed the tension from my body and ever so slowly it seemed to seep out my pores as sweat. By the time Trudy left the sauna to take her shower, I was feeling much more relaxed and my head was clear. I’d be a much better date for Bethany later in the day, even though I was going to raise this issue with her to check my thinking and get her advice.After my shower, I dried off, dressed and went downstairs. Trudy offered me a cup of hot cocoa which I gratefully accepted. It was a raw 12°F.