Views from an Adult

I liked dating men of different nationalities. I lived in London so it wasn't a problem finding them. Dating men with sexy accents was exciting. The best way to get dating men was with on-line dating. I joined a site that showed a page with all different nationalities on it.

Dating men took up much of my time but it was delightful fun. The first guy I dated was a French man called Jean Paul. He was tall and really slim with green eyes and light brown hair. He worked in a fast food joint on Oxford Street. Our first date was a meal by candle light and afterwards we enjoyed a cuddle.

The second guy that I went out with was called Billy and he came from South Africa. He worked in a shop selling camping gear on The Strand. He was very tall with shoulder length blond hair and blue eyes. Our only date was an outing to an art gallery. He had spent ages looking at the paintings and I had felt really bored. At the end of the day he had given me a kiss on my lips.

My second date with Jean Paul was really romantic. We went for a ride on a ferry down the River Thames. It was an old paddle steamer and it took us past the majestic looking Tower Bridge then it took us on to Herne Bay in Kent. We had a fish and chips meal there and then we caught a train back to London. I went back to Jean Paul's bedsit and we he gave me a relaxing massage. We had a warm shower together afterwards. Then he took my hand and we jumped on his bed. He took his clothes off and he pulled off my knickers. He kissed my lips and slipped my skirt off. He put his fingers in my bra. We made love together with such passion and much cuddling.

I had an email off Kenyan guy called Kit and I couldn't resist meeting up with him but I didn't want Jean Paul to know about it. I met up with him at Kew Gardens and we enjoyed a lovely walk around seeing the plants and flowers. He was short with black hair and brown eyes. I thought he was really good looking and he had such charm. I really liked him but I kept thinking about gorgeous Jean Paul because it was him I was falling in love with.

My third date with Jean Paul was a trip by train all the way to Paris for a weekend. It was so exciting to go to his home country. The first thing we did was go to the Eiffel Tower. I am so surprised when Jean Paul went down on one knee and proposed to me. So that is how I got my darling French man.