I’m just old fashioned. When I made my first connection on Adult Friend Finder I cooked the guy dinner. I was stirring sauce on the stove when Paul showed up. He didn’t bring wine, or flowers. Just his charming self and a nice eight and a half inch cock for my personal pleasure. I was shy, and I went back to stirring the sauce on the stove. Paul didn’t fall for that. ‘What’s cooking?’ he asked, leaning close to take a sniff. ‘Chocolate sauce, for the pudding.’ I held up the spoon and let him have a taste. Paul closed his eyes opened his mouth. I slid the spoon in and out. His lips clamped down and his eyes flew open. ‘That’s delicious,’ he gave me a broad smile. ‘But I have a taste for something even better.’ Paul was eyeing me like a dog after steak at the country picnic. I blushed. Then I nodded. I put down the spoon and let Paul take me in his arms. We kissed. That was enough for him to believe he had the right to paw at every part of my body. He was right, I guess. After all, I hadn’t intended to invite him over for dinner, but for the desert. We didn’t bother going to me bedroom, where I’d lit candles and incense. We stayed in the kitchen, and it was a little hard on the knees. I concentrated on his cock filling my mouth instead of the ache from the cold tile floor. I decided that he’d fuck me standing up or on the counter. No way was I going to put my ass down and freeze it. It was hot in the kitchen. I positioned myself on the counter and helped Paul aim. It took a couple of strokes, but once he was in I clamped down and held him in place. Paul started moaning and told me I’d better let go or he’d explode. I wanted a good fuck, so I let up on the guy. He gave me what I wanted, then asked me if we could have pudding. ‘Hell, no, get the fuck out of here,’ I laughed. Once I overcome my shyness I can be a real firecracker.