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1 Hour 30 Seconds: The Countdown to 30

August 18, 2014

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Just by looking at him I knew this man in front of me wanted to get to know me better. For the remainder of the night, Ralph escorted me around as we conversed like the gentleman he is and even held my hand for a few minutes. I felt the eyes, the steam from noses, and the darts thrown but missed, Ralph was everyone's target of engagement yet here he was giving me the level of attention they wanted. STRAIGHT UP EVIL they were but I didn't care, I felt like African Royalty covered in Godiva chocolate walking around with his eyes on me and even apologized for having to leave my side for a moment or two. It wasn't a big deal for me at all yet the fact he didn't want to gave me goosebumps. But it gets even better.

While exiting a fellow fem gave me tens across the board* (seal of approval) as my cowboy boots clutched the stairs. I realized my eyewear were missing and went back to retrieve them, unfortunately they were gone however I once again ran into Ralph changed in his street attire. Much as to my surprise he was looking for me with no luck. Since we were present I decided to give him my number. Then the weirdest thing happen, my name and contact was already in his phone. Both of us were startled from this unexpected discovery which intrigued us mutually. I left that night losing my blockers (sun glasses) but gaining so much more.

Fast forwarding ...

10:40 p.m., April 25, 2014


Having trouble getting to my complex, I directed Ralph via text until he was in my parking lot behind my building. When he enters the villa the scent of lavender and vanilla candles over took his senses. With wine and Chinese food at hand, Ralph walked in wearing all white with a matching fitted cap chest muscles and biceps bursting out of his shirt ... my very own Prince Charming coming to enjoy my company on the eve of my "Dirty 30" initiation.

We talked as he watched me eat General Tso's Chicken and fried rice, of course I didn't eat a lot due to not wanting to overpack and experience the brown surprise during our enjoyment.

It felt like a dream to sit across from him. Never in a million years did I think this personal trainer/model would ever look my way. Yet he was here with me conversing and enjoying the wine he'd brought over.

"Where are you from?"


"Minnesota? I would have never guessed that."

He smiled: "Wow, you're the first person to say it correctly, most people say Indiana and it gets under my skin."

Laughing and talking some more, once again I was in complete awe feeling special. Yet I was still wondering what separated me from the others.

"So, I'm a bit curious ... why me?"

"What do you mean?"

"What made you talk to me when you had so many others to choose from?"

"Your originality caught my eye and I appreciate femininity. It's very attractive to me," he explained.

Getting even moister, I sat and looked into his eyes and smiled inside and out. I hadn't felt this appreciated in a while. It was nice to have someone genuinely like me for me. Ralph wasn't just a brainless empty shell, he's a man of substance and substance is one of the biggest turn-ons for me.

Our clothes were removed slowly, admiring one another, my soft freshly shaved body pressed against his smooth yet chiseled torso he picks me up in one swoop and places me gently in the bed. We began kissing and feeling each other up and I was definitely impressed with my birthday candle he wanted me to blow out.

I felt his moist lips embracing my right nipple and it drove me wild. His biceps hugging me as my legs over crossed his back while holding his neck. He reaches for the KING magnum condom, but not before I give a bit of lip service. Of course I enjoy the benefits of reciprocity as my legs are wrapped around his neck feel him taste my Godiva chocolate. The insertion of himself entering myself alone was orgasmic, he moaned as did I when he began stroking.

We started on the bed, then moved to the hardwood floor but that wasn't too pleasant for him so we went back to the bed as he carried me one-handed. I love being me!

From push-ups to stallion to doggy style, I was indeed enjoying my personal inauguration to 30-hood while christening my place and nestled between our bodies I felt juices and eruption oozing from the both of us. The climax amazed our senses as I was held even closer to his body.

"Happy Birthday," Ralph whispered while kissing my forehead. Laying in our juices, it was officially my day. Being held in his arms, I realized how much I didn't see this coming. Totally unexpected. Yet it was an experience I'd never forget.

About 6 a.m., Ralph dismissed his alarm clock and turned back over to get extra zzz's. I on the other hand, like a child on Christmas couldn't believe what just happened. Here I was now, 30 and laying next to an Adonis who made effort to ensure I had a great birthday eve. I just watched him sleep, adoring his presence and listening to his slight snoring. By 7 a.m. Ralph whispers: time for round 2 ...

Yet we couldn't have a full session due to an appointment with a client at 8am, however I did notice the birthday candle he had for me under the sheets to blow out and boy did I!

A fully dressed Ralph thanks me for a great time and wished me Happy Birthday sealed by a kiss. Wearing nothing but my robe I escort him to my door and wished him a great day. When he exits, I walk over to my window to watch him pull out of the parking lot then to my fridge, pulled out the barely touched Chinese food, poured some more wine and lit some Mary for us to talk. Birds chirping good morning as I sit at my table feeling thankful and loved. Reflecting over my twenties and looking forward to what 30 was going to bring. My twenties were filled with hardship, heartache and lessons. Not that I won't have the lesson again, however, I can honestly say my maturity has kicked in even more so. I toasted the air and took yet another sip of wine. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME.

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