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In a sea of frogs, Calvin was a prince. Strong and handsome, with shaggy, dark blond hair, hypnotic eyes, and a physique sculpted into pure eye candy, he was smart, witty, funny, and interesting. Calvin?s only downfall was that he was a nice guy; Calvin finished last. He lived alone, worked in isolation, and wanted for nothing, save companionship. Sex was never his problem. In today?s modern, egalitarian world, women lusted after him based on looks alone. Calvin mused that if he had a dollar for every time a woman had said, ?You?re so hot and great in bed, just not boyfriend material,? that he could retire.In a shallow, hookup-culture world, the prince sought his princess. His search proved fruitless, ultimately falling into quiet resignation that a real, true connection was simply as antiquated a notion as chivalry. Meaningless, temporary solace was found online, through the dating apps. Sex got his rocks off, but love fed the soul. Calvin needed both.After a night of sexual thunder with yet another partying minx, her fleeing, via ride-share, as soon as she got what she wanted, Calvin went online to look for another stop-gap companion to fill the void. Swiping left, clicking right, from site to site, a message on Soulmates.com caught his attention. No hieroglyphic emojis, a poor excuse for communication, in this one. That message was unlike most of the others. Buried in the depths of the usual, ?how big is your cock,? ?I?m lonely, want to hook up?? and ?I want to sit on your face,? messages from women looking for action, that lone message stood out. It simply read, ?I?m a fan of Oscar Wilde, too! You made me smile.?Calvin had all but forgotten the nod to Oscar Wilde in his profile bio. ?I?m the type of guy that causes happiness wherever I go, not whenever I go.? A truly sincere, heart-warming chuckle escaped his mouth. With delighted haste, Calvin clicked on her name, Amber. Oddly, her profile had no pictures. That was usually a warning sign, huge red flags, there be dragons. Her bio was well-written, no poor grammar or truncated words, not even a single emoji. He smiled as he read it. Amber?s surface words were casual, friendly, and flowing, intelligent and whimsical. Beyond the shallow surface expectations, likes, dislikes, all of which aligned to his, her words hinted at humor, creativity, and a vibrant spirit. Ignoring the ?no picture means a catfisher or wildebeest? rule, Calvin replied.?You are the first to notice. It?s nice to see that people still read.? He sent his response, getting up for a glass of wine. It was a Merlot kind of night. By the time he had let the bottle breathe and poured his drink, Amber had responded.?Mostly I read books with small words. I?m up to three syllables per word now.? No smiley to show humor, but the joviality was evident.She was online; her chat icon was active. Ankara escort Calvin?s heart beat double-time. He typed, ?I?m more sesquipedalian, myself,? into her chat window.In mere seconds, her response dinged on his screen. ?How verbose. I?m talking with the inventor of scrabble. I?m Amber.?Hours ticked away as they chatted. No cybersex, no thinly veiled innuendo, just two people reveling in each other?s company. They discussed literature, movies, wine, personal tastes, unicorns, hopes, and dreams. With a heavy heart, Calvin ended the conversation; work was only hours away. They had chatted the entire night away. For the first time in forever, Calvin felt a connection with somebody, albeit virtually, over the computer. ?Tomorrow?? he asked. ?I want more of you. You?re fascinating.??It?s a date,? Amber responded. ?Good night, sweet prince.?Calvin rushed through work, rushed home, poured some wine, and sat in the glow of his computer screen. Exactly three minutes early, his friend-alert dinged. She had signed on. Throughout the entire week, Calvin and Amber repeated their initial encounter. They laughed together, debated with verve, drank the same wines together, even watched a terrible movie together. She never spoke of her appearance, ignoring his hints, but it didn?t seem to matter. Calvin was smitten.?I want to meet you in person,? she said on Thursday night. ?Eight o?clock at a bar and restaurant called Changes. Do you know it?? He didn?t.?It?s a date. How will I know you???I?ll wear my unicorn shirt.?Although less than twenty-four hours away, Friday night came at a snail?s pace. Calvin surprised himself. Usually, he?d preen and groom, swearing that this one would be different; it never was. Instead of visiting the salon, shaving, and fastidiously selecting clothes to suit his date?s tastes, he selected his regular, comfortable clothes. No false airs to impress this time; he wanted her to see the real him.In his excitement to meet Amber, he left early, only losing his way twice. Changes was a typical middle-class hangout, peaceful, serene, and casual. Calvin wished he had frequented the place before, as it seemed to be his kind of place. It was a relaxed establishment, devoid of the usual meat-market atmosphere most of his online dates preferred. Entering, visually scanning, pleased that loud, obnoxious music wasn?t assaulting his eardrums, his eyes overlooked her twice.Changes was far from filled, but the patrons were all unique, obviously a niche crowd of individualists. His hookup-culture conditioning had created unconscious bias. He was looking for a plain woman, a large woman, somebody afraid or ashamed to post their picture online for perverts to masturbate over. A millisecond after experiencing the disappointing feeling that she hadn?t shown up, he saw Ankara escort bayan a beaming, joy-filled face, one of the most beautiful, sexiest faces he?d ever seen, with a body to match, wearing a unicorn T-shirt. Catching his eye, she waved enthusiastically.She wore a black unicorn T-shirt, as promised. Pale, curve-hugging leggings disappearing into ankle-high boots covered her lower half. Her hair was a radiant, natural red, cute freckles decorating her face. Brilliant green eyes accented her coif of winter fire. Her delicate neck was adorned with a leather thong necklace, a seashell and some polished stone beads giving it a bohemian flair.Greetings exchanged, table secured, mutual bail-out calls ignored, the tension over meeting face-to-face was broken when they both blurted, ?Pinot Noir and water,? in unison to the waiter?s query about something to drink.Their meal was late, troubles in the kitchen they were told. Lost in conversation, bonding, neither of them noticed or cared. Conversation flowed, the drinks flowed, neither wanting the night to end. When her hand delicately touched his, mid-laughter, Calvin felt electric sparks run up his arm. Laughing at themselves as they left, Amber purred when he gently put his arm around her waist to lead her away.In the parking lot, they had their first kiss. It wasn?t a horny, ?let?s fuck? kiss; it was an intimate meshing of souls, a delight to the senses, a kiss that sent one?s mind cascading into pleasure.?I never do this,? Amber blushed. ?But can I go to your place for a nightcap??Thankful that his condo wasn?t in total chaos, Calvin sped the few miles to his place, the two of them laughing, enjoying each other, all the while. The door had barely clicked shut, Calvin idly mentioning some of the decor features, before Amber stripped out of her unicorn T-shirt.Braless, her breasts stood up round and proud. Perfectly symmetrical, her nipples, delightful cherries atop puffy areolas, were as flushed as her cheeks. Words became superfluous as their lips met in a passionate kiss. Her body fit his perfectly, the heat between them rising into a stoked inferno.Pushing him down to the floor, ripping off his shirt, salivating at the sight of his well-formed torso, Amber kissed her way slowly down his body, her hands desperately opening his pants. ?I can?t believe how sexy you are,? Calvin exhaled. ?You are the most beautiful woman I?ve ever seen.?Hushing him by plunging her mouth over his exposed cock, she sucked him into hardness, her tongue flicking over the glans, her mouth taking his impressive length all the way. Stopping briefly to hurriedly strip, Amber couldn?t contain her lust.?It?s been so long for me, I need you.?Without ceremony, she cried out in passion as she squatted over him, forcing his thickness into Escort Ankara her dripping pussy. Feminine nails, painted in a dark gray, raked his chest as her body convulsed. Hips moving in perfect sync, his thrusts met hers as they bucked, humped, fucked, and moaned.?Fuck me. Fuck my hot cunt. Fill me with your cum.?Flipping her over, onto her hands and knees, Amber moving in perfect harmony with his desires, Calvin entered her from behind, taking her doggy.?You feel so good,? he screamed. ?Your pussy is so wet, so hot.??Call it my cunt,? she moaned. ?Fuck my cunt; fuck my cunt. Please fucking fuck my cunt.?Pounding into her hard, deep, and fast, as if this were the first and the last time that he?d ever know such pleasure, he brought her to orgasm over and over. ?You know exactly how to make me cum. Do it again, make me cum again.?Hours later, having gone through the entire Kama Sutra, Calvin felt his eruption drawing near. Begging him to pull out and jizz all over her tits, he screamed in release as she quivered and moaned as each hot spurt hit flesh. Her fingers scooped it up, spread his sperm over her flesh while she moaned in ecstasy. It was more than physical sex, it was a perfect union of souls. Exhausted, they fell asleep in each other?s arms, the both of them feeling serene.Calvin awoke, feeling refreshed and happy. His contentment instantly turned to sorrow; she was gone, hadn?t even left a note. Mentally shrugging, he decided to send her a message before he?d even wet his toothbrush. Oddly, her account was closed.I?m not heartbroken. His thoughts failed to convince.Weeks passed. Calvin?s evenings were spent looking for her someplace, anyplace. He began frequenting Changes, telling himself that he just enjoyed the atmosphere, knowing that it was in the hopes of seeing her once more. He dated here and there, but nothing real. His heart just wasn?t in it. Whoever had said that it was better to have loved and lost was full of shit.One night, while nursing a Pinot at Changes, a shapely, lithe blond with sparkling eyes approached his table.?You look like you could use some company,? she said softly, in a mirthful voice. Although her voice was unfamiliar, it had a familiar tonality. Snapping his head up, he was awed by the sight of her. Long flowing hair, falling in healthy waves, framed her smooth skin and deep, pale, blue eyes. The Devil danced in her smile, her full lips ruby invitations. Her buxom figure showed a woman addicted to exercise, in the prime of her life; her simple makeup, accented by a silver necklace with a seashell pendant, reminded him of Amber.Despite himself, he smiled. ?It?s a free country, sit.?Her name was Amy and she was an absolute delight. Conversation flowed easily, familiarly. Laughter came naturally. They shared the same tastes in most things; hours passed as they laughed, touched, ate, and drank. The venue closed up around them.She kissed him, closing the distance between them. The impassioned kiss was torridly hot, eerily familiar as if they were dear friends, old lovers, reunited. She boldly asked if he?d like company for the night. Tempted, Calvin declined.