Lorraine was a 40 year old woman, decent looking. I met her from the internet personals. My internet profile said very bluntly that I wasn't looking for a relationship. And she was totally cool with that. I found out she likes heavy metal just like me so we had some common ground right off the bat. We chatted a lot on MSN first. I flirted a lot with her. At one point she sent me a picture of herself in lingerie. She hoped it wasn't too forward, but I told her it was a very nice picture.

She talked about her eye color. I said I would like to look at her eyes up close. We met for coffee. She was dressed in this sexy black outfit, goth-like but not overdone. She was wearing fishnet stockings. Very nice. I actually told her not to wear something overly sexy because it might turn me on too much. And of course she does just that. She said she knew I would like them. It did feel a little bit awkward at first since we had chatted so much on MSN

She made a comment that I didn't look into her eyes like I said in the chat. I eventually got in the groove and was kino'ing her, like rubbing her leg underneath the table while making a comment on the nice stockings she's wearing. We went to this alternative club instead. We got cozier. I got my groove on ("leverage" as I liked to call it), and we danced and made out a lot. Other people were checking us out as we were by far the most amorous couple there.

We then went back to my place, and got hot and heavy. She wanted to be in control sexually and do the leading. She kept saying I was rushing things. She then told me that she likes to be in charge. She was clearly a dominant woman. She said that she liked to just kiss and makeout (foreplay) for hours with a guy and then still wouldn't have actual sex, except maybe once in a while. It seemed that penetration for her felt like she was giving up control.