I met her at a small birthday party on a Tuesday exactly one year ago. Little did I realize what an adventure I was about to embark upon.

As introductions were being made all around, I noticed this sexy little number. She sported a mousy look that just couldn’t hide her true self. She was five-foot-five and about 130 pounds, with a sweet set of tits. Her way of moving was so sexy it could not be ignored. I knew I had to get to know her.

Eventually I weaseled my way into a seat next to her at the table, and after about an hour of group time, our toes touched and we started a long game of footsie without so much as making eye contact or talking directly to each other.

Soon enough she and I ended up in the bathroom playing tonsil hockey. With each lash of the tongue the heat rose and our hands were all over each other. She pulled off her sweater, and I ripped through her bra and sucked her big nipples. Soon I discovered the wettest pussy I had ever touched, and she found the hardest prick she had ever held on to. We were ready to get down on the floor and fuck our brains out, but given the small size of the party, our sustained disappearance would have been rather obvious. We had to leave the bathroom unfulfilled. That night we even tried to ditch her friends, to no avail. I had to settle for her phone number.

It was a couple of days later that I telephoned and proposed a lunch date. When we met it was very much down to business. Having barely exchanged pleasantries, we decided to head back to my place, where we proceeded to blissfully fuck our brains out for the next five hours.

It turned out she had not been in any kind of relationship for the past seven years, and yet here she was with me, doing something that I still can’t believe happened. One obsession she had from the moment we got together was with oral sex. She claimed to have never performed it on a man, but had the overpowering desire to suck my cock. From her initial efforts it was obviously true. We then started a long tutelage, out of which she learned to give the most amazing blowjob ever.

This past year I’ve spent most of my time on the road, coming home for a couple of days every few weeks. More often than not, those days also fell on a Tuesday, so between us I started to refer to her as Miss Tuesday. The fact is that I never did learn her last name, and we agreed that it was best this way. I gradually detected that she had no visible source of income, and always came and went by public transit. She was a single mother; much more than that I do not know. Out of respect for her wishes, I never inquired as to her complete name or any further information from her or her friends. I never even knew where she lived, but whenever I arrived back in town, Miss Tuesday never failed to show up at our agreed-upon time.

I was always naked when she arrived, and during our first few encounters, as I’ve said, we concentrated on refining her oral-sex techniques. She learned the most sensitive areas of my cock, the perfection of a nice wet blowjob, and, ultimately, how to suck my cock for an hour while keeping me on the edge until I would shoot a huge load of come into her mouth.

She loved the texture and taste of my come, and at least nine out of ten of my orgasms ended up in her mouth. I’m here to attest to the fact that there is no feeling in this world quite like that of a woman totally blissed out by having a cock in her mouth. Curiously enough, there is no more powerful moment for a woman than at that point either. She has the power to alter a man’s sense of reality when she swirls that big load of come in her mouth while still lavishing that cock with lips and tongue. A woman can ask for just about anything at that instant. All Miss Tuesday ever asked for was more come in her mouth, and she was ready to work for it over and over again. In all the times we’ve been together, she’s never failed to pull three to five separate loads of come into her enthusiastic mouth. The odd times that were not in her mouth, she wanted to feel the steaming load all over her face and breasts.

Eventually we introduced a vibrator into the scene, which totally blew her mind. She’d had no experience with sex toys. Knowing this, I also introduced a thick rubber cock. Unlike the vibrator, which created its own friction, the rubber cock was manually thrust into her cunt at the same rhythm as my cock into her mouth. Luckily I’d realized a long time ago that although these toys could outperform a human, they only serve to fuel a woman’s need for the real thing, and that was something I was able to supply in abundance.

While all this was going on, we never failed to take care of her needs as well. I would fuck her pussy until she was dripping with her own climax, only for her to take me in her mouth again and savor her own juices. One of her favorite things was to arrive at my place, where there’d be a mattress in front of the television with a new porno for us to watch and fuck by.

Our favorite position was doggie-style. She was one of those women who liked to be fucked hard. Nothing was ever passive in sex between us. It was always a hard pistonlike fuck that pushed us over the brink of pleasure into ecstasy. We would fuck hard, recover, then fuck again. It was a neverending cycle.

I’d call her from the road, and we’d have phone sex late at night. One night I asked her to shave her pussy, and she never appeared again before me without being smooth as silk. It felt great nuzzling my face into a shaved pussy. It felt wetter and her juices easily smeared all over my face, only for her to lick them off. There was always a sense of excitement around our little rendezvous. She loved the mirrors in my bedroom, since thay enabled her to watch herself as she rode my cock.

She also learned to love anal sex, especially when either a vibrator or dildo was crammed into her cunt at the same time. She maintained a sense of dignity and propriety through all of this, yet she also loved to talk dirty. She was so proper that when she went to the bathroom she always turned on the faucet so I wouldn’t hear her taking a pee.

I don’t want you to think that I’m some kinky weirdo, but we just kept upping the ante and found no limits. We had a level of trust between us that allowed for true sexual freedom, and I actually cherish the moments that we just held each other in bed.

For a whole year we never went to a movie and went out to eat very rarely. We were all about sex and sex alone. The unfortunate reality, however, is that my Miss Tuesday fell in love with me, and I could not take the relationship to where she needed it to be. She always knew this about me, and it is why she never divulged her name or any details of her life.

I dropped her off at a bus stop with both of us knowing it was over and that it was best left this way. I don’t know if she will ever read this, but I’m hoping she does so that I can finally say thank you for everything. She was the best and will always be remembered.