My Experience of Having Sex with an Italian Man

Sex with an Italian Man

Sex with an Italian Man

Everyone has heard the expression “The Italian Stallion.” I certainly had heard it quite frequently in my adult life but never really had a complete understanding of what it means. That is, until I took a trip to Italy last month.

I had decided to spend the bulk of my trip in the historic, old city of Lucca. It was on the tree lined walkways built on the walls above the city where I met Ramon. Typically charming and certainly handsome, he spoke limited English but his Italian accent was very compelling. His intent was also very obvious as he used those dark sexy eyes to sweep over my body more than once.

When he took my hand, I knew that I was going to have sex with this man if, for no other reason, than to have the experience of feeling his hands touching me all over and to find out about that Italian Stallion thing. He kissed me long and passionately. Then he pulled back and gave me a questioning look. I nodded and he kissed me again.

Taking my hand, he pulled me along with him off of the walkway into a secluded little spot that was pretty well hidden from the main public eye. He backed me up against a large tree and began to kiss me again as he pressed his wonderfully muscled body against me letting me feel the evidence of his arousal, leaving no doubt just how much he desired. When he wasn’t kissing me or nibbling on my neck, he was whispering words of romance into my ear.

While kissing me, he moved those beautiful hands over my body, taking plenty of time teasing my very sensitive nipples. Then he moved one hand down and underneath my skirt. He found my panties instantly and deftly moved the crotch of them to the side. Needless to say, he found me very receptive as he continued to tease my most sensitive pleasure core. The whole thing was so exciting and risky that I convulsed over his fingers very quickly from the passion that was currently coursing through every nerve in my body.

I moved my fingers lightly over the erection that pressed against the zipper of his jeans. He asked me in broken English if I would like to see what was underneath. I enthusiastically nodded. Grinning at me in a mischievously sexy manner, he motioned for me to unzip his jeans, which I did in record time. As he was going commando, his throbbing, thick member leapt easily into my waiting hand. I have to say that I was properly impressed.  He was very well proportioned along with being quite sizeable.

I knew that I had to have him inside of me. Ramon must have read that in my eyes because quite suddenly, he flipped me around so that I was leaning against the tree with my back to him. He didn’t even bother to take off my panties. Rather he just shoved them aside and entered me deeply and fully. Gasping, I felt him touching against parts of me that no one had ever discovered. In no time, I was on the edge of ecstasy once more.

Ramon took me back to his place where we spent the rest of the night repeating our encounter in the forest. Now, I can’t speak for all Italian men, but I can testify that Ramon is a definite Italian Stallion.