"I would fuck you from behind so that I could cup your beautiful tits in my hands, I would ram my cock deeper and harder than any man has berore until you orgasmed so powerfully you would think your cunt was on fire.  Then I would put out the fire with a torrent of thick, creamy white spunk."

He took a mouthful of his drink, making me realise how dry my own mouth was.  Unlike my cunt, which was soaking my skimpy knickers.

"That would be the second time."

He added.  I had only met him fifteen minutes ago.  We were in the bar of a well known hotel in Manchester.  I had gone there for the express purpose of getting fucked.

My divorce had been finalised that day, a very messy divorce.  Unless you count DIY, I had not had sex for months.  At the end I hated my ex, but he had been good with his cock, too good, and I missed it.  Too good because I was not enough for him, he had been putting it about.

My pickup, the man who was almost certainly about to break my fast, was waiting for my reaction.  I sipped my wine and said shakily;

"Describe phase one."

He had a crooked smile.

"Well," he began.  "Skipping the preliminaries, you would sit on my face and I would explore your cunt with my lips and tongue while my hands acquainted themselves with every inch of your body.  After as many orgasms as you want, you would then impale yourself on my cock and I would fuck up into you, watching your tits bounce."

"Do I get any say in all of this?"

I croaked.

"Always open to suggestions," he said.  "What did you have in mind?"

"Do you like having your cock sucked?"

"What man doesn't.  It would be a good way to guarantee that phase two was as fulfilling as phase one."

"Do you have a room here?"

"I do."

"Do you have condoms?"

"No.  I have not been with a woman for months.  Nor a man in case you were wondering."

"Have you considered the risk of pregnancy?"

He smiled his crooked smile and said;

"A woman as attractive as you, dressed as you are and sitting alone at a bar would be prepared."

I drained my glass and stood.  We headed for his room.

Dirty talk, do not you just love it?  Works for me anyway.