I like it like that.

There's one thing that needs been written: how I do like it.
I like it large. Ribbed. Sturdy. Hard. With an active, physically skilled man attached to it. I like when he pounds it hard in, and pump it, me lying on the couch, doggy, my arse well up in the air, between his large rough hands; all of me in his power. Longing for him to give me what I am there for: the shag I need. Make me feel a bitch, better: a whore. So that, after he has got the pleasure he wanted for himself, give to him some more: be a geisha for him, lick and caress and kiss his body, wet and sweatting, his "eagle" now a "little sparrow" as in the Simon&Garfunkel song, me to care for him. Care for him enough until I finally manage to raise his spirits again (together with a good hard on) and I can ride his cock and again to turn into a whore all longing for a deep fuck.

Alex is exactly like that.
Coming from southern Italy, I met him on the internet: he wrote to me on some gay website where I've got a profile and some pictures. He wanted to "check me", and I thought I should have given him the chance to do it.
So we had a little chat over msn, excahnged some pictures, shared thoughts about the how and the why and then again the how, and we arranged a meeting for the day after, lunch time.
So we did.
He's short, not lean nor fat, but he invited me to his house and we really had a very good time. Kind, smart, lively, easy to talk to, and nice to talk to; he proved he know how to touch me and release my sexual charge, so I quickly went for it, and he enjoyed me, and immediately found out I give my best when you drive me skilfully: like a top-car if I dare say.
We both wishe he had more than one condom, because he quickly recovered under my hand and between my lips... but it will be for the next time.