The Couchsurfer

I checked out his couchsurfing profile. He looked cute and smart, and he liked cats - very important when you have one as bad tempered as mine. So I accepted his couch request.

When he entered my loft, I saw a tall young man with a backpack, and warm chocolate eyes behind thin round glasses, which gave him that sexy intellectual look I love...

We drank fresh white wine at twilight, had dinner and went for a night walk in downtown’s old narrow streets, talking about traveling and his passion for japanese design.

When we returned home, I made his bed on the couch, secretly wishing he wouldn't have to use it... And then I had an idea: I went to my bookshelf and took out a book on ancient japanese porn prints.

I showed it to him as we sat on my bed, watching those exotic drawings of couples having sex, under large robes with beautiful patterns. The men had huge cocks and the women curled their feet and threw their heads back, eyes closed in pleasure. We played a game where each one of us had to choose a favorite picture, and we always chose the same ones.

We were sitting very close now, and while I kept flipping through the pages and talking about how impressive those images were, he gently started caressing my hand… and then he shut me up with is mouth and lay me in bed, with him on top.

We quietly undressed each other… I couldn’t believe how pale and beautifully defined his body was... We kissed and bit and licked, savoring each other’s bodies for a long time… and then he held me, he looked me in the eyes, and we bedsurfed all night, with my cat watching us from the couch...