She was blonde (and this gentleman used to not prefer blondes, but he's more open minded than he once was).  She was almost as tall as me, naked in her three-inch black patent leather shoes.  Not that it matters when you're horizontal.  She kissed so gently. She danced that tongue over my chest, nibbled and licked my nipples, let it tickle my six pack (well i can dream!!!).  She slowly and I mean slowly teased her way down.  Kissing my thighs, flicking the tip of her tongue against my balls, caressing my cock with gentle kisses and little licks.  She paid enormous care and attention, licking the tip and blowing gently across the wetness.  And when she finally took me in her mouth I was on the edge of ecstasy.  But I held back to maximise the pleasure.  I was patient.  But when I went down on her and she clenched her thighs together, gripping me in a headlock as she came it was all I could do to stop myself cumming at the same time.

She went down again and the pleasure was so intense, I wished I could lie there for hours on the brink.  But the clock was ticking (darn that bloody clock) and so eventually I allowed her to slip the condom on and mount me.  Within minutes of her guiding me into her hot, wet pussy and gently sliding up and down my shaft I came in wave after wave, my cock twitching ecstatically as it spurted hot cum inside her.

Different strokes for different folks.  Now i know what that means!  Quick fucks, slow fucks, hard fucks, ho fucks; hand fucks, mouth fucks,  lust fucks, love fucks (this is the 18 certificate Dr Seuss); they all have their place in the canon.  And I can't imagine ever tiring of any of them. 

PS In my film I'd be played by Colin Firth or Tim Robbins.  They wouldn't be my choice.  I'd argue with the casting director that it should be a cross between Gael Garcia Bernal and Sam Shepherd (with Tim Booth doing the overdubs for the songs, not that it's a musical, but I do like to sing) , but I'd lose because that's who I'd want to be  not who I am.  But then I'd rewrite the whole thing so that I married Monica Bellucci in the final reel (having spent quality time with Naomi Watts, Laura Elena Harring, Isabelle Adjani, Emmanuelle Beart and Beatrice Dalle on the way).  I'd accept Cary Grant, but then he's dead.  So that wouldn't work.