Continued from Part I yesterday.
"1" stands for the first orgasm my latin lover had, face down, belly down, thighs spread, my face nestled gently between them.
After she had come down, I was nuzzled up against her, my arm hugging her from the side. Her goosebumps had disappeared, which means she was resting, but I would have none of that. I carefully caressed her back and arms again, more gentle than before, and within moments those gorgeous signs of desire returned. I jokingly hit her tickle spot, just to tease her a bit more. Her back jumped a bit, but when it returned so did my hand, caressing its way down to her ass and thighs. Her body is muscular but she still has a feminine form, and I really can't keep my hands off of her.
This time, my caresses brought forth the moans faster. Her face was turned sideways, facing me, but her eyes were closed. Her mouth was forming the moans beautifully, and I figured I may as well bring her off one more time. I realized that this lovely lady needed to be fucked, and I needed to fuck her, but I had no idea if she'd come from penetration, so I wanted to secure her second "O" now rather than later.
As my hands touched her thighs, one then the other, she parted them slightly. "I'm still wet" she told me. A quick check confirmed it. Later she would tell me that the words "I'm still wet" means "Do me now." I caressed her dripping pussy courtesy-reach-around style, spreading her full lips and pushing a finger only a little bit inside her. Again her ass and hips were grinding, up and down, so I manipulated her clit and pussy lips to the rhythm her body commanded me to.
Because of her full clit, part exposed and part open, her orgasms come quickly. She can come faster than almost any woman I have ever bedded, and they're sexy and loud and fill the air with a scent of heaven. What feels great for her is an ego stroke for me, but I have a feeling that her future lovers won't have an issue bringing her off unless they aren't gentle to begin with.
And it's not just about her orgasm, it's about teaching her my various tricks to find a woman's safety zone and then breach it. I've spoken with hundreds of women over my sexual years (maybe thousands?) who have boyfriends or husbands or fuckbuddies that just don't pay attention to how to bring them out of their shell and then ravage them before they can return. Women who learn from a solid lover can pass it on to future lovers, and that's my end result: bringing this lovely young lady's sexual peak to her life NOW rather than in her 30s.
As I slowly penetrated her with 2 fingers, not really entering deeply, just beyond her lips, she grinded harder, moaned louder, and put her hands out to her sides as she grasped the side pillows while biting and pressing against the pillow under her face. It didn't take long for her to come, and when she did her body tensed and released over and over. Her goosebumps came to full fruition, capturing her whole body in the only form of braille I know how to read.
And then she was done. That's number "2."
As she came down, I straddled her back, my hard cock growing even harder. I put my cock head onto her neck and slowly rubbed it down he back. Moans. I went from her neck to just above her ass, and then rubbed my cock all the way back up. Groans. It's electric, especially when my cock can bring goosebumps to her body.
I turned her over and asked her if she wanted to get fucked. "Yes, please, fuck me." I love her latin accent that carries through to her perfect English. Where should I fuck you? "Fuck me in my pussy, please, fuck me." I nodded. I straddled her tits and took my hard cock, grabbed her head and slipped into her mouth. Yesterday, she had some problems getting my full length into her mouth. After a great blowjob, she managed to get a little under half of it into her mouth.
Today, I'm going to challenge her. I watched her eyes and she watched mine, and I fucked her mouth slowly. I used my own pressure, my own rhythm as I pulled back to her lips and then penetrated her again. When more than half was in, I hit her throat, causing her to gag a little, but not lose how wet her mouth was. I continued to pull into and out of her mouth, getting a little bit more in each time.
I wanted to throat fuck her harshly, teach her a lesson in what she'll get if she teases me as she had. Instead, I wanted to make her comfortable with my cock in her mouth. This won't be the last time I see her, and I want to build her up to the point that I can slide my entire thick cock down her throat as fast and harshly as she deserves it.
She admitted to never swallowing a man's come or getting a full load on her face. Both of these issues will be resolved on this trip, and she will love and desire both from me in the future.
Finally, I realized I needed to be inside of her, inside of her pussy instead of her mouth. She's beautiful, but I want to break her cherry that had rebuilt itself after months of not having sex with anyone.
I stood up, reached down to the nighstand and unzipped my medicine bag. There are 4 condoms in there, so I pulled one out. I tore the package, squeezed the tip and unrolled it onto my thick cock. I prefer the "larger" sized condoms because they're not as tight and forgiving as the larger ones, but I was worried that GOD'S PENIS would show itself, which would hurt her pretty bad.
After the condom was unrolled, I used a muscular technique to lessen my erection without losing it completely. Historically, I can lessen my girth by about 30% and my length by about 10% if I do the right movements. If I am too aggressive about it, I can lose my erection entirely, so it's a risk.
I pulled her ass to the edge of the bed, stood on the floor, spread her legs and put my cock right at her pussy. "Fuck me, please please fuck me" she said in her Latin-distressed English. Gladly.
I pushed my cock in and her Latin eyes opened up majorly. Her back arched a bit and her hands fell against the bedsheets, gripped. Uh, oh, ouch? Are you ok? "Yes, fuck me." I pulled back a bit, and tried to penetrate her tight pussy again. Again, another arching and hands gripping the bed. Does it hurt? "No" she lied, "please."
I pulled back, used my muscles to try to lose a little more of my thickness, and then slipped it, obviously tearing a little but she took it in stride. As my cock finally penetrated her pussy's reborn virginity, she dumped a load of wetness all over my cock. As I pulled part of the head out, it was covered in her lube. "Ohhhh, yes," she moaned.
I ran my hands on her tight abs and then grabbed her hips as I pulled back into her, slowly. "Ohhh god, fuck me" she commanded.
I didn't pick up the pace, just pulling out a little and then sliding in a bit more. Within 10 minutes of at that soft rhythm, I was able to get about 1/2 of my cock inside of her, but no more. She's incredibly tight, but so wet that there was nothing holding back but my own desire not to bring too much pain to her.
She looked beautiful. She stared at my face, alternating between opening her eyes in lust and closing them in passion. After a good 15 minutes of stroking into her, I realized her thighs were getting tired from being spread. "Put my legs on your shoulders" she asked, almost immediately after I saw her legs get tired. I followed her advice, throwing each ankle onto my shoulder.
This also allowed me to pull in deeper, but still only at the half-way mark of Little Fire Hydrant. I could tell he was getting thicker, so I tried to relax him as I slipped in and out, always making sure to keep the head inside. When a woman hasn't been fucked in a long time, the act of first penetration can be painful, but reoccuring penetrations will still hurt. It's important to not fall out.
I found her rhythm that she liked, and I found a rhythm that gave me the best sensation while still allowing me to keep my cock from becoming too thick and long. Her limit was about 1/2 of my cock, and definitely not the full girth, but it felt amazing for both of us.
And then it happened as I kept the rhythm strong: she told me "I think I'm going to come." Ladies, there are two things us guys love about a gal: 1. when she tells us she's about to get there ("Don't stop, don't stop" works, too), and 2. when she actually tells us she IS there. Sandra doesn't say when she's coming, but she does have an awesome, LOUD orgasm. "ah, Ah, AH, AHHHHH" was all it took and I continued to keep my rhythm up, pushing a tiny bit deeper to see if I could get her to accept more of me.
I fucked her for another few minutes while she laddered up her orgasm, and then slid down slowly. Finally, I could tell she was done, and I didn't want her too sore from our first soft fucking, so I popped up and took off the condom.
I stroked my cock, hovering over her belly, and asked where she wanted my load. "Come on my tits, please." I love that she asks for it, so I spit on my hand and cock and continue to stroke the head, just inches above her belly button. As I looked at her gorgeous face, I knew I had to unleash on her tits and see her beautiful bronzed skin covered in my white come.
"Yes, come on my tits" she implored, and I exploded. My first shot landed on her left tit, then I moved my cock and hit her right tit with the second. I was trying not to be too explosive, but the third shot flew over her tits and chin and hit her square in the nostril and her nose, so I aimed the fourth shot at her right tit again and missed completely, landed a huge comeshot on her nose and her left eyelid. FUCK. I had 3 more shots left, and all fell on her tits and her belly.
Gorgeous. If I had a pic, I'd happily share it with all of you, because it was serene and sexy and I fully owned her body with my come.
I had brought a towel from the bathroom but it was out of reach, so I used my ring finger to pull the come off of her eyelid so she could open it. She smiled, almost laughed, and was enthralled by my come on her nose, which she grabbed with her finger and tasted. "You taste amazing" she told me, but it was probably a lie since my diet was out of whack in this Latin America country. I'll accept it, though, but I know it can taste better.
I finally grabbed the towel, covered her tits and belly, and crawled up next to her, to nuzzle, to nap, to contemplate when and if this will happen again.
To be finished in Part III.
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Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Missed Chemistry Connection (NSFW)
I've a history of being "online." Back in the 80s, I was affiliated with a large BBS with international reach. I was on the Internet in 1989, before WWW was even a term. My oldest email address reaches back to 1989, and I still monitor it from time to time.
While meeting bloggers is something new for me, something I appreciate a great deal, I've been meeting people from online communities since my teen years. Most of the time it was uneventful. One person I had met was from an early Internet community back in 1993.
My name online was my real name. Even today, on most blogs and websites and news forums, I use my real name. Googling it will bring up almost 20 years of posts and comments and stories and written entries. It's fun to see people try to look me up online and then freak out that there are almost a million hits if you enter my name in all its variations. All of them are me, I've written and commented and been quoted and interviewed that much.
I met Sheila on a forum. We had an odd connection in that we came across each other on 15 different forum groups, which had no real connection to each other. Eventually our differing opinions led us to becoming the "leaders" of two different groups of opinion-sharers, since we each had the best ability to debate the others.
3 months into it, she contacted me through private email wondering where I was from. I told her I lived in the Chicago area. Surprisingly, she was from Evanston, going to college at Northwestern. Surprise, surprise, young journalist friend.
We made plans to meet in the summer. Sheila at first meet was gorgeous: mocha skin since she was about 1/8th black, beautiful blue eyes, amazing european hair with just a touch of kink. She dressed like a tom boy, though, so her body was hidden from me. Baggie everything, but a perfect neck line.
We quickly became friends, meeting up at a local pub for drinks and sandwiches at least a few times a month. She had a boyfriend, I had a fuck buddy, there wasn't much chemistry evident from her to me. I considered making a pass at her, but she never showed me a single sign of interest, other than the many hours we spent talking about loves and hates, virtues and sins, food and drink. One time we spent over 12 hours together, laughing and lying, poking and prodding, joking and joshing. It was a fun friendship, but I found myself excessively attracted to her body as much as her mind. I was young, but I still knew when a woman wanted me as more than a friend.
Still, I had my fuck buddy, and after meeting Sheila I'd always go over to her place and rail her for hours, with Sheila's skin and face and lips and hair on my mind. I don't think the fuck buddy cared that I was so aggressive after meeting the other lady, and she fully well knew that I had the major spooge-urge for this college scholar. I'm sure she actually appreciated the fantasy sex, but we never discussed it.
After a few months of our casual-and-serious conversations, she invited me over to her place so I could show her my cooking techniques. Her boyfriend, who also went to school with her, was home for the summer for a few weeks. I didn't ask about him, but she ventured that information.
I cooked for her with no recipe, and with mostly things SHE bought from the store. Non-sequitir shopping style, just like me, this one had. 2 hours of preparing, 1 hour of baking and frying and checking the oven and stove top. 10 minutes of plating and pairing a wine from her minimalist collection and it was done.
Her face was shocked at the flavor, texture, mouth feel and bouquet. There's nothing sexier than a woman who closers her eyes when she eats (meet Anonymous Blogger #2 for this, friends). It's food sex, certainly.
Her apartment was hot now, both from the oven and stove top session, as well as the lack of a decent air conditioner. I told her I should clean out her A/C to make it more efficient, but she told me she liked a little sheen of sweat on her. I did, too.
Because of the heat, her sweat shirt finally came off. She was wearing a tight blue cami, and then shorts. Her body was fantastic, better than I had fantastized. No bra added to my discomfort, and the fact that she was post-orgasmic after dinner made me consider leaving stage left and running for my fuck buddy. But she wanted to talk more, to come down from her food high.
We chatted, and as 11pm came around I was drenched in sweat, as was she. She was sitting to my right, with a hell of 18 inches between us. I prayed and begged the maker to let her fall closer, as a sign of her wanting my touch. Sadly, it didn't happen. No touches, no flirtations other than the usual, no talk of what may lay ahead in her bedroom where the air conditioner was installed. Shit.
As the clock struck 11, she said she had to shower, she was too sweaty and needed to relax under the stream of water. I jokingly told her we should conserve water, and she finally gave me a flirtatious smile and said "We could." I looked at her closer, and then she said "We should." Perplexed, I wasn't should if I should have enveloped her in my arms and put my mouth on hers, so I took a half step backwards.
"We're not going to fuck. Or even touch. I have a boyfriend, but I think you and I would be more comfortable if we saw each other naked. Just once, at least." Only once? "Who knows, but it will lessen the sexual frustration in the room." You can sense it? "I meant mine." Uggggh.
So she grabbed my hand and took me into her surprisingly large bathroom. Her apartment was obviously a larger condo decades ago, split in two with a wall in the wrong place. I stared at the size of her bathroom, never having visited it before. "We got the big one," she said into my thoughts. She had an enclosed shower and a separate bathtub, it was a bathroom dream come true.
Her cami came off and her gorgeous breasts were less than 2 feet from me. My cock got hard instantly, impossible to hide in my summer shorts. She walked up to me and took my shirt off, then put a hand on my shoulder. "No touching in the wrong way" she said as she looked down on Little Fire Hydrant pushing through my trunks.
Then her shorts came off, her panties immediately after. Her pussy hair was gorgeous, just perfectly trimmed. Her body was muscular, her skin the perfect color of caramel. She was almost flawless, her hips a bit bonier than I would like.
She pointed at my shorts and then made a fast finger fall towards the ground. I embarassingly took off my trunks, and Little Fire Hydrant was in full view. "Wow, not bad for a little man." I blushed and she turned the shower on.
She stepped in and let the water fall on her. Then she backed away in the large shower and put her hands behind her on a hand rest. Her tits stuck out, her legs were slightly spread, the water from her hair fell down her shoulders and her ribs and her hips.
I got under the spray myself and let it fall over my face, pointing to the sky. I was trying to think of the seduction of the water, not the woman mere inches behind me. Little Fire Hydrant was drenched in his own liquid, the water mixing with my precome. This isn't helping, the water needs to be completely cold.
She lathered up, her hands playing on every part of her body that I wanted my mouth on or my cock in. She squirted the liquid body wash on my chest, but she didn't take the next step I so wanted. I had to lather myself up.
We swapped sides, my cock glancing against her ass cheek which brought forth a giggle from her and a groan from me. She rinsed off, turning to face me a few times, locking her eyes on my eyes instead of on my cock. I kept my hands on my own body, trying to focus on the oils and scents of the body wash. I still had soap on my cock, I was that afraid to grab it to rinse it off.
We swapped sides again, this time not touching in any way. I rinsed off and asked her if I should turn off the shower. "No. I'm fucking horny as hell. Let's swap sides again. Keep your hands off of me." Why do you keep thinking I'm going to touch you? "Because I want to touch you, badly."
She got to the shower head again and removed it from the holster. She turned, her shoulder blades touching the cold wall causing her to jump forward slightly before leaning back on the wall. She put her hands on her belly and slide her palm down over her pubes to her pussy lips, spreading them apart with two of her fingers. Her pink pussy was gorgeous, and I wanted my mouth on it all, very badly.
Her other hand brought the shower wand to her knees and turned upward. Her thumb flicked a button which changed the soft spray into a combination of soft spray and shuddering focused blast. When the blast hit her clit, she moaned.
I couldn't handle it anymore, so I stroked my cock, looking at her mouth and her tits, her thighs and her hips, her pussy convulsing slowly under the hard and soft pressures of the water hitting it. Her face was gorgeous, completely sexual but still youthful. I was so close to putting my hands on her shoulders and forcing her to her knees so my cock could slip between her lips.
Out of nowhere, she came, really hard. She stared at my face as she came, her eyes wide and her mouth open. I remember the orgasm clearly, the sound, the texture, her voice, her body shuddering. I wasn't close to coming, but I could have then and there. She was gorgeous during and just after her orgasm.
Then she slid down the wall in the sexiest move I have seen to this day. Her back was against the bottom of the shower wall, her legs spread, her pussy still open, her hands on her knees and the shower head dangling, throwing water in random directions. If I could have, I would have fucked her silly, right there.
I stroked slowly, unsure if I should come now or wait until she stepped out of the shower. "Ok, I'm doing this for me." What? "I want you to come on me. Your dick is gorgeous, and I need to feel something of yours on my body. Don't get any ideas, though, it's all up to you." My cock grew harder seeing her mouth those words. It felt like a fantasy, but it was happening before my very eyes.
She got on her knees and put her hands on my hips. I stroked, asked her where she wanted it. "On my tits, if you want. Not in my mouth." Can I come on your gorgeous face? "I don't usually like that, but yes. If you want." I do. I stroked for only a minute longer as she moaned and cooed for my load.
And then it came out, her mouth closed, her eyes closed, her face tilted back as if it would provide more surface area for my come. I unloaded barrels of jizz on her chin and her neck, some on her ear and in her hair, even a little on the tip of her nose. She opened her mouth to moan when I noticed her hand was playing on her pussy again. As I finished my final spurt which fell short of her face and landed on her right breast, she came again, pounding her hips into her hand, one hand gripping my hip with force.
My cock was still hard, harder from her second orgasm. I really wanted it in her mouth or her pussy or even her ass, wherever she wanted it. She rubbed my come from her face to her neck, more on her tits as she grabbed the shower head and let water run down her hair and face, mixing with my come all over her torso.
She opened her eyes after cleaning off and saw my cock was still hard. "Geez, what are we going to do about this now?" You came twice, why shouldn't I? "Oh, you think you have a right to blasting that thing again at me?" I do. It's either that or you stand up, bend against that wall, and take it in your cunt. "I'm surprised you didn't finish that with Bitch." Fine, either you get another taste here, or I'll fuck your cunt, bitch. She smiled. I smiled. Neither of us had a power trip, just playful, friendly banter.
Her hands returned to my hips, and her mouth started uttering the vulgar words of desire that I love so much. I returned both hands to Little Fire Hydrant, and stroked with my eyes on her eyes, looking at her mouth and thinking how easy it would be to pull her hair hard, eliciting a scream, and then forcing my cock down her throat as she finished her yell. But I refrained.
As I listened to her words, and felt her hands on my hips pulling and pushing and grabbing and twisting, I knew I was close. I warned her and her eyes closed again, her lips pursed together, and her face pushed forward. I unleashed again, sending another load at her mouth, still closed, but the next load landed in her closed eye socket. Fuck. A few jets hit her chin, which caused her to smile. My hands wanted to grab her hair, but instead I grabbed the handrail behind me and fell back on it.
"God damn you're hot. I'm sorry we can't fuck." I'm not. "Really? You don't want to?" Of course I do, but this was better. I think you're right, the sexual frustration needed to be settled. She laughed, a lot. I did, too.
She rinsed off my come again, and sprayed the water on my cock and onto my belly and hands. "You taste pretty good." I thought you said none in your mouth. "A girl has to know." I smiled.
The water turned off and she toweled off and then threw me a towel. She pulled her clothes back on, as did I. Eventually, we returned to the couch, not mentioned what happened for that half hour. When I left, she hugged me and kissed my cheek. "Most guys would have tried something more." More guys are morons. "Thanks for being a gentleman." That was the second time in my life I heard it, but never the last. I thanked her for being her.
Over the next few weeks, we repeated that same act, only once in the shower. She let me cover her face in my car. One time she took my cock in her mouth for a few minutes, but had to stop because she wanted it so badly elsewhere. When her boyfriend returned, I was immediately good friends with him. We barbecued. We rode motorcycles. She laughed at how well I got along with him.
Our interludes with her on her knees never repeated, although we are friends to this day, so many years later. We never fucked, and the only real sexual touch was the one time my cock was in her mouth, and one time she let me play with her pussy lips while she batted at her clit. I'm mostly happy we didn't fuck, but I have never had sex ruin a friendship -- never. I think there's still a chance, someday, for it. We've talked about it off and on during our friendship, but never took the step needed to fulfill that urge.
Sometimes urges are more fulfilling than completion. It's not like running a marathon or a sprint, it's like building up the power and strength to attempt them. We're all build up, for now.
While meeting bloggers is something new for me, something I appreciate a great deal, I've been meeting people from online communities since my teen years. Most of the time it was uneventful. One person I had met was from an early Internet community back in 1993.
My name online was my real name. Even today, on most blogs and websites and news forums, I use my real name. Googling it will bring up almost 20 years of posts and comments and stories and written entries. It's fun to see people try to look me up online and then freak out that there are almost a million hits if you enter my name in all its variations. All of them are me, I've written and commented and been quoted and interviewed that much.
I met Sheila on a forum. We had an odd connection in that we came across each other on 15 different forum groups, which had no real connection to each other. Eventually our differing opinions led us to becoming the "leaders" of two different groups of opinion-sharers, since we each had the best ability to debate the others.
3 months into it, she contacted me through private email wondering where I was from. I told her I lived in the Chicago area. Surprisingly, she was from Evanston, going to college at Northwestern. Surprise, surprise, young journalist friend.
We made plans to meet in the summer. Sheila at first meet was gorgeous: mocha skin since she was about 1/8th black, beautiful blue eyes, amazing european hair with just a touch of kink. She dressed like a tom boy, though, so her body was hidden from me. Baggie everything, but a perfect neck line.
We quickly became friends, meeting up at a local pub for drinks and sandwiches at least a few times a month. She had a boyfriend, I had a fuck buddy, there wasn't much chemistry evident from her to me. I considered making a pass at her, but she never showed me a single sign of interest, other than the many hours we spent talking about loves and hates, virtues and sins, food and drink. One time we spent over 12 hours together, laughing and lying, poking and prodding, joking and joshing. It was a fun friendship, but I found myself excessively attracted to her body as much as her mind. I was young, but I still knew when a woman wanted me as more than a friend.
Still, I had my fuck buddy, and after meeting Sheila I'd always go over to her place and rail her for hours, with Sheila's skin and face and lips and hair on my mind. I don't think the fuck buddy cared that I was so aggressive after meeting the other lady, and she fully well knew that I had the major spooge-urge for this college scholar. I'm sure she actually appreciated the fantasy sex, but we never discussed it.
After a few months of our casual-and-serious conversations, she invited me over to her place so I could show her my cooking techniques. Her boyfriend, who also went to school with her, was home for the summer for a few weeks. I didn't ask about him, but she ventured that information.
I cooked for her with no recipe, and with mostly things SHE bought from the store. Non-sequitir shopping style, just like me, this one had. 2 hours of preparing, 1 hour of baking and frying and checking the oven and stove top. 10 minutes of plating and pairing a wine from her minimalist collection and it was done.
Her face was shocked at the flavor, texture, mouth feel and bouquet. There's nothing sexier than a woman who closers her eyes when she eats (meet Anonymous Blogger #2 for this, friends). It's food sex, certainly.
Her apartment was hot now, both from the oven and stove top session, as well as the lack of a decent air conditioner. I told her I should clean out her A/C to make it more efficient, but she told me she liked a little sheen of sweat on her. I did, too.
Because of the heat, her sweat shirt finally came off. She was wearing a tight blue cami, and then shorts. Her body was fantastic, better than I had fantastized. No bra added to my discomfort, and the fact that she was post-orgasmic after dinner made me consider leaving stage left and running for my fuck buddy. But she wanted to talk more, to come down from her food high.
We chatted, and as 11pm came around I was drenched in sweat, as was she. She was sitting to my right, with a hell of 18 inches between us. I prayed and begged the maker to let her fall closer, as a sign of her wanting my touch. Sadly, it didn't happen. No touches, no flirtations other than the usual, no talk of what may lay ahead in her bedroom where the air conditioner was installed. Shit.
As the clock struck 11, she said she had to shower, she was too sweaty and needed to relax under the stream of water. I jokingly told her we should conserve water, and she finally gave me a flirtatious smile and said "We could." I looked at her closer, and then she said "We should." Perplexed, I wasn't should if I should have enveloped her in my arms and put my mouth on hers, so I took a half step backwards.
"We're not going to fuck. Or even touch. I have a boyfriend, but I think you and I would be more comfortable if we saw each other naked. Just once, at least." Only once? "Who knows, but it will lessen the sexual frustration in the room." You can sense it? "I meant mine." Uggggh.
So she grabbed my hand and took me into her surprisingly large bathroom. Her apartment was obviously a larger condo decades ago, split in two with a wall in the wrong place. I stared at the size of her bathroom, never having visited it before. "We got the big one," she said into my thoughts. She had an enclosed shower and a separate bathtub, it was a bathroom dream come true.
Her cami came off and her gorgeous breasts were less than 2 feet from me. My cock got hard instantly, impossible to hide in my summer shorts. She walked up to me and took my shirt off, then put a hand on my shoulder. "No touching in the wrong way" she said as she looked down on Little Fire Hydrant pushing through my trunks.
Then her shorts came off, her panties immediately after. Her pussy hair was gorgeous, just perfectly trimmed. Her body was muscular, her skin the perfect color of caramel. She was almost flawless, her hips a bit bonier than I would like.
She pointed at my shorts and then made a fast finger fall towards the ground. I embarassingly took off my trunks, and Little Fire Hydrant was in full view. "Wow, not bad for a little man." I blushed and she turned the shower on.
She stepped in and let the water fall on her. Then she backed away in the large shower and put her hands behind her on a hand rest. Her tits stuck out, her legs were slightly spread, the water from her hair fell down her shoulders and her ribs and her hips.
I got under the spray myself and let it fall over my face, pointing to the sky. I was trying to think of the seduction of the water, not the woman mere inches behind me. Little Fire Hydrant was drenched in his own liquid, the water mixing with my precome. This isn't helping, the water needs to be completely cold.
She lathered up, her hands playing on every part of her body that I wanted my mouth on or my cock in. She squirted the liquid body wash on my chest, but she didn't take the next step I so wanted. I had to lather myself up.
We swapped sides, my cock glancing against her ass cheek which brought forth a giggle from her and a groan from me. She rinsed off, turning to face me a few times, locking her eyes on my eyes instead of on my cock. I kept my hands on my own body, trying to focus on the oils and scents of the body wash. I still had soap on my cock, I was that afraid to grab it to rinse it off.
We swapped sides again, this time not touching in any way. I rinsed off and asked her if I should turn off the shower. "No. I'm fucking horny as hell. Let's swap sides again. Keep your hands off of me." Why do you keep thinking I'm going to touch you? "Because I want to touch you, badly."
She got to the shower head again and removed it from the holster. She turned, her shoulder blades touching the cold wall causing her to jump forward slightly before leaning back on the wall. She put her hands on her belly and slide her palm down over her pubes to her pussy lips, spreading them apart with two of her fingers. Her pink pussy was gorgeous, and I wanted my mouth on it all, very badly.
Her other hand brought the shower wand to her knees and turned upward. Her thumb flicked a button which changed the soft spray into a combination of soft spray and shuddering focused blast. When the blast hit her clit, she moaned.
I couldn't handle it anymore, so I stroked my cock, looking at her mouth and her tits, her thighs and her hips, her pussy convulsing slowly under the hard and soft pressures of the water hitting it. Her face was gorgeous, completely sexual but still youthful. I was so close to putting my hands on her shoulders and forcing her to her knees so my cock could slip between her lips.
Out of nowhere, she came, really hard. She stared at my face as she came, her eyes wide and her mouth open. I remember the orgasm clearly, the sound, the texture, her voice, her body shuddering. I wasn't close to coming, but I could have then and there. She was gorgeous during and just after her orgasm.
Then she slid down the wall in the sexiest move I have seen to this day. Her back was against the bottom of the shower wall, her legs spread, her pussy still open, her hands on her knees and the shower head dangling, throwing water in random directions. If I could have, I would have fucked her silly, right there.
I stroked slowly, unsure if I should come now or wait until she stepped out of the shower. "Ok, I'm doing this for me." What? "I want you to come on me. Your dick is gorgeous, and I need to feel something of yours on my body. Don't get any ideas, though, it's all up to you." My cock grew harder seeing her mouth those words. It felt like a fantasy, but it was happening before my very eyes.
She got on her knees and put her hands on my hips. I stroked, asked her where she wanted it. "On my tits, if you want. Not in my mouth." Can I come on your gorgeous face? "I don't usually like that, but yes. If you want." I do. I stroked for only a minute longer as she moaned and cooed for my load.
And then it came out, her mouth closed, her eyes closed, her face tilted back as if it would provide more surface area for my come. I unloaded barrels of jizz on her chin and her neck, some on her ear and in her hair, even a little on the tip of her nose. She opened her mouth to moan when I noticed her hand was playing on her pussy again. As I finished my final spurt which fell short of her face and landed on her right breast, she came again, pounding her hips into her hand, one hand gripping my hip with force.
My cock was still hard, harder from her second orgasm. I really wanted it in her mouth or her pussy or even her ass, wherever she wanted it. She rubbed my come from her face to her neck, more on her tits as she grabbed the shower head and let water run down her hair and face, mixing with my come all over her torso.
She opened her eyes after cleaning off and saw my cock was still hard. "Geez, what are we going to do about this now?" You came twice, why shouldn't I? "Oh, you think you have a right to blasting that thing again at me?" I do. It's either that or you stand up, bend against that wall, and take it in your cunt. "I'm surprised you didn't finish that with Bitch." Fine, either you get another taste here, or I'll fuck your cunt, bitch. She smiled. I smiled. Neither of us had a power trip, just playful, friendly banter.
Her hands returned to my hips, and her mouth started uttering the vulgar words of desire that I love so much. I returned both hands to Little Fire Hydrant, and stroked with my eyes on her eyes, looking at her mouth and thinking how easy it would be to pull her hair hard, eliciting a scream, and then forcing my cock down her throat as she finished her yell. But I refrained.
As I listened to her words, and felt her hands on my hips pulling and pushing and grabbing and twisting, I knew I was close. I warned her and her eyes closed again, her lips pursed together, and her face pushed forward. I unleashed again, sending another load at her mouth, still closed, but the next load landed in her closed eye socket. Fuck. A few jets hit her chin, which caused her to smile. My hands wanted to grab her hair, but instead I grabbed the handrail behind me and fell back on it.
"God damn you're hot. I'm sorry we can't fuck." I'm not. "Really? You don't want to?" Of course I do, but this was better. I think you're right, the sexual frustration needed to be settled. She laughed, a lot. I did, too.
She rinsed off my come again, and sprayed the water on my cock and onto my belly and hands. "You taste pretty good." I thought you said none in your mouth. "A girl has to know." I smiled.
The water turned off and she toweled off and then threw me a towel. She pulled her clothes back on, as did I. Eventually, we returned to the couch, not mentioned what happened for that half hour. When I left, she hugged me and kissed my cheek. "Most guys would have tried something more." More guys are morons. "Thanks for being a gentleman." That was the second time in my life I heard it, but never the last. I thanked her for being her.
Over the next few weeks, we repeated that same act, only once in the shower. She let me cover her face in my car. One time she took my cock in her mouth for a few minutes, but had to stop because she wanted it so badly elsewhere. When her boyfriend returned, I was immediately good friends with him. We barbecued. We rode motorcycles. She laughed at how well I got along with him.
Our interludes with her on her knees never repeated, although we are friends to this day, so many years later. We never fucked, and the only real sexual touch was the one time my cock was in her mouth, and one time she let me play with her pussy lips while she batted at her clit. I'm mostly happy we didn't fuck, but I have never had sex ruin a friendship -- never. I think there's still a chance, someday, for it. We've talked about it off and on during our friendship, but never took the step needed to fulfill that urge.
Sometimes urges are more fulfilling than completion. It's not like running a marathon or a sprint, it's like building up the power and strength to attempt them. We're all build up, for now.
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Thursday, June 25, 2009
Fiends with Benefits, Part III
Auto-posted at 1pm while I am on a flight somewhere over the Atlantic. More auto-posts coming, and I'll be returning tomorrow evening.
This is the final part of a 3-part series. You can read the first part here.
She unlocked the door to her apartment and we walked in. It's a nice place with common hardwood floors, off-white walls, and a touch of color from the curtains and furniture that brings her living room together. She doesn't have a lot of stuff, which is very attractive.
I ask if she lives alone. "I do, now. I had a roommate but she had a revolving door of shady guys she'd bring home. When the last guy stole some things from me, I told her she needed to find a new place." How do you afford it? "My parents help, since I'm still in school." I'm glad she's honest about her parents helping. I think it's a good thing for parents to help a student. "Me too," she laughs.
I sit on her big green couch and she runs to the bedroom. I hear the tap-tap-tap of an animal running into the room. It's a little tiny hound of some kind, medium brown with gorgeous eyes. "This is Cheval, he's 4." Cheval? Like from doucheval? "That's right!" It means two horses in French. "Haha, I know." He runs up to me and stares at me, not growling or barking. Just staring.
I pat my hand on the couch and his tail turns into a wag-fest. "Be careful, he doesn't like guys." He'll like me. All dogs love me. He wags his tail and then his little frame gets frustrated as it runs back and forth, trying to figure out how to get onto the couch. "He's not good at jumping." I reach down to grab him and his tail goes CRAZY. "Careful, he's a nipper." I call his name and grab him under his chest. No nipping, he hops right into my lap as I lift him up.
"Wow. Chevy never likes guys so quickly." I give him the alpha male stare and talk to him in my deepest basso voice. His tail his wagging and his face is between his front paws. Cute. "You must love dogs." Actually, I do, but I don't tend to have many in my life. Dogs are great pets, but all pets can get in the way of excitement and travel. "That's true. My folks watch him often if I have a busy schedule at school." That's good to know.
It's also exciting to me. I tend to not date women with dogs only because it has fucked up chances of last minute travel. It's not a hard and fast rule, but I've followed it fairly well. Knowing her folks are around to watch this little mutt increases her chances of something with me, whatever that might be.
She comes back with a beer for her and a glass of vodka on the rocks for me. "My ex-roommate left a bottle in the freezer, I hope it's not spoiled." I laugh, vodka doesn't spoil. "Oh, I guess that makes sense." We clink glasses and she sits down next to me, with Chevy in between us.
"Anything you want to watch particularly?" I don't have a TV, so just throw on whatever is on TV. She zaps the TV on and some sitcom I've never heard of is on. "You don't have a TV?" I do, but it's not plugged in. I use it to dry hand-washed shirts. She laughs, a LOT. Chevy looks at her and then back at me and his tail goes crazy again. I put my hand on his head and rub his temples. Her beer bottle returns to the table and her hand lands on to of mine. Chevy's tail goes crazy.
We watch whatever show it is, and I laugh a bunch. It's well written, and the timing of the actors is perfect. Kari keeps glancing at me, and after the show is over, she puts her back into the corner of the couch and looks at me. Chevy is asleep but he'll open his eye every once in awhile to give me the side-glance and wag his tail a few inches back and forth.
"So, tell me more about you." What do you want to know? "Do you have any plans this summer?" Not really. Some travel, visit with my folks, see friends, do some writing. "Do you travel alot?" Yes. "For writing?" Absolutely. "That's so interesting!" It's OK. It's a job. "I think most people would want that job."
Maybe. I turn my body into the opposite corner of the couch and we look at each other, both of us smiling. Kari lifts up Chevy and puts him on the chair. "That's HIS chair, never sit there." I would never even consider it. She sits back down and lays her her against my chest and her hand touches my ribs. My body bounches back a bit. "Oh, did you not want me laying on you?" No, not at all. I have a little injury there, that's all. "Injury?" I fell into a wooden fence, I lied. "Oh is it bad?" No, just bruised.
I have my hand on her hair and then it falls to the back of her neck. She moans. I look at her and she's blushing. "Sorry, that's umm, sorta..." your spot? "Yeah." She blushes again. My hand leaves her neck and my fingers play on her back. "Ohhh, I love my back touched." Who doesn't? Another half hour of it and I can tell she's got goosebumps. Her light moans are an incredible turn-on and Little Fire Hydrant decides to wake up. She's laying on me, so I'm sure she notices.
In response, she rolls herself over and grabs my shoulders, repositioning me better on the couch. She crawls up my chest and puts her hands on my neck and cheek and kisses me. It's a great kiss, not much tongue, not inhaling or exhaling. She kisses 50 times better than Lena does. It's obvious the girl is passionate.
As we kiss, she straddles my jeans. I can feel her warmth against me and I'm sure she can feel my cock straining through the jeans. Whenever I kiss her cheek or her chin, she moans. My hands tease her neck, too, and my fingers run through her soft brown hair and end up on her shoulder, teasing her neck by barely touching it. She's writhing a bit, grinding a bit, kissing her way down my neck to my neckbone as she unbuttons my shirt slowly.
She pulls my shirt off my shoulders and kissing my shoulder and my bicep. "You don't look that muscular but you seem so strong." Muscles don't mean strength. She pulls my shirt down further and unbuttons it completely down as she kisses her way down my chest to my belly. I'm a bit hairy on the front but she's not concerned. As she pulls my shirt away from my ribs, she sees the 9 inch bruise on it. "HOLY FUCK." What's wrong? "That's not from a fence!" The bruise is actually 4 bruises all in the same general area.
"Did you get punched?" No, I fell on a fence. "Don't lie. I dated a football player in college, I know bruises from falling and crashing into bodies. It looks like you were punched 3 times!" Ok, I lied. It's from a fist. "What the hell happened?" I was sparring with a friend of mine, he was teaching me some new moves. "Sparring? You fight?" Only to stay in shape. "That's bullshit, what happened!"
I tell her that's the truth. "You do this often?" Only when he's in town. He's a fast, skinny strong guy who teaches me to be able to defend myself. "Wow, that's really sexy." Her lips softly kiss my bruise without eliciting a response of pain. I have my hands on her head, running my fingers on her scalp which brings forth a series of moans. I run my fingers through her hair softly, ending up on her neck and then her back through her shirt.
She sits up and pulls my shoulders forward so she can get my shirt off. As she throws it onto the coffee table, she pulls her own T-shirt off. I look at her face, not her tits, but she puts her hand on my chin and tilts my head down. "You can look at me you know." I know, but I like your face. "You're a tease. You know I had NO idea you found me attractive? At least look at my body once in awhile." I did, I'm just good at hiding it. "Tease."
In honesty, her body is great. She's a 32B, almost perfect. Her tummy is flat and her hips are fantastic. As she puts her mouth on mine again, I play my fingers on her back and on her hips. She's grinding heavier now, and my cock is really wanting to get out of my jeans. As our tongues battle and we nibble on each other's chins and necks and earlobes, I softly run my fingers from the bottom of her back up to her bra strap. She moans louder than ever and pulls her face away from mine and stares into my eyes. With that, I unsnap her bra strap in 2 seconds. She reaches up to push her shoulder straps off and her bra falls to my belly off her arms, past her hands. Her tits are PERFECT.
"You like?" I look into her eyes and nod. Again she grabs my chin and forces me to look at her chest. In response, I move a hand up from her hip, up her ribcage slowly, and trace the outline of her breast without coming close to her nipple. She moans. She climbs up higher on my pelvic bone and throws her tits right at my mouth. Instead of licking or biting, I open mouth kiss the area between her boobs and then run my tongue in a wide circle around one breast, staying far away from her nipples.
She moans, a long moan that finishes in "teeease." I grab her shoulders, pull her back and in one motion push her to the couch on her back. Her hand runs up her side and she grabs a nipple lightly, but I pull her hand away, putting her fingers in my mouth. Another moan.
I look in her eyes and she how pretty she is like this, completely at ease but turned on beyond expectations. "Do you want to go to bed?" Maybe. "Maybe?" I don't fuck on a first date, and I don't sleep around and do one night stands. "Neither do I." Also, I'm not looking for a girlfriend, and I don't want to lead you on. "You're so much fun and exciting, but I don't want a boyfriend either. We don't have to have sex, but my couch is really lumpy and small." It is, I laugh. She laughs back.
She pushes me off of her and stands up. Perfect tits. She sees me watching her so she runs her hands from her shoulders down to her nipples and down her flat belly, her thumbs finally resting on the top of her jeans. Then she unbuttons her jeans, turns and walks to the bedroom. I stand still, and she turns around, smiles, and bites her bottom lip. Little Fire Hydrant jumps again and she notices.
I follow her into her bedroom and she douses the light, leaving only the light from her kitchen softly bouncing into the bedroom through the hallway. She unzips her jeans and rolls them to the floor. "You can take yours off if you're comfortable. I promise I won't fuck you, too much at least." I listen and unbutton my button fly and toss the jeans on top of her hamper.
She gets into bed and under the sheets, the bedroom colder than the rest of the house because of the small window facing an alley. I climb into bed with her and we embrace, kissing deeply. She moans so much, I know this one is going to be fireworks in bed. She pushes her leg outwards and forces it under my thighs, bringing me between her legs. My cock popped out of my boxer hole and is pressing up against her panties, which are obviously wet with desire.
And her damn dog is in the bedroom, running around trying to find a way to hop on the bed. Oops.
We kiss more, our hands playing on our bodies. Her moans are intimidating, but as my mouth finds more of her body, they just get deeper and lower. Her hips are really sensitive, so I am careful not to tickle her. Her knees are ticklish to, so I avoid them as I work down to her ankles and feet. I bite down a bit on the side of her foot and she moans at that, but doesn't jerk away.
I work my way back up her body, avoiding her pussy and her tits. I kiss her again and she grabs my shoulder and rolls me over to my back. She works her magical mouth on me, not avoiding my nipples. As she kisses my belly, her hand grabs my cock. "Oh, it's beautiful. You're thick." I say nothing as she slowly strokes my cock and licks my belly and then my thigh. My cock is inches from her face and she strokes it, watching it in the light as it gets harder.
"I have to suck your dick, really badly." I look down at her and smile, not resisting. She licks it from the base closest to my balls, licking around the shaft slowly. I moan and put my hands in her hands to caress her scalp and hair without forcing her to do anything specific. As her tongue plays on my cock, it gets even harder than earlier. I moan when she licks the underside of the head and then she runs her tongue up the head to lick up my precome. "Mmm, not bad at all" she says. I moan my response and then she widens her mouth and takes the head in.
I don't come from blow jobs, almost never. But she's popping my cock in and out of her mouth, getting the head in and using her tongue as it penetrates her mouth to caress the underside of my head. She's VERY good at this, and I'm really happy about it.
She caresses my balls but I push her hands away. "Too sensitive?" she asks, and I nod my head. My hands push her mouth back onto my cock as she struggles to get more of it in her mouth. I grab her neck more and give it a little pressure, letting my cock push deeper into her mouth. Finally I hit the back of her tongue and she gags. "Fuck, that thing has gotten thicker! What the hell?" I laughed and then force her mouth back on it, pushing again to the back of her mouth. Another gag.
"I don't think it's going further than that, not without practice." Oh, so you want to practice more in the future? "Fuck yeah! I want this thing in me, by the way. Are you sure you don't want to fuck?" I do want to fuck, but I think we shouldn't do it tonight. Let's go out again and figure out if we're right for that. "Ok, but I had so much fun, I don't think you're going to hurt me and I'm not going to hurt you." Just suck my cock and shut up.
She complies, bobbing her head up and down my cockhead, trying to get it deeper in her mouth without gagging. Every time she gags, she takes a deep breath and goes back to it. Good gal. I'm shocked that I feel my balls tingling, a sure sign that I'll come. Blow job orgasms NEVER happen for me, but she's really enthusiastic about sucking me off. As I get closer, I pull her hair up so my cock pops out of her mouth.
"What's wrong?" I'm close. "It's OK, I want you to finish." In your mouth? "Sure, you taste really good, I'm not afraid of it." She puts her lips back on my cock and picks up speed to match my pulling and pushing on her neck and hair and scalp. Less than 5 minutes later, I tighten up and I feel her mouth get wider. Her hands grab my cock at the base and on the shaft and start pumping with her mouth just open.
I come, shooting my first arrow straight down her throat. That causes her to gag BIG time so my cock falls out of her and she coughs from my load. The rest of my come hits her chin and her neck and some of it lands on my cock and my belly. "Damn, I wasn't expecting it to be so strong!" I laugh and she licks up what is on her chin using her finger and then cleans off my cock with her tongue. "What the hell, you taste really good. I can do that again." She looks at my cock as I come down from my orgasm and it's still mostly hard. "I guess you can, too." I laugh and she laughs, crawling up my body, my boxers still down at my thighs.
"I think we should fuck, soon. Maybe?" Definitely. She kisses me, the taste of my come on her tongue still. My cock gets harder from the kisses and she starts stroking it again. "This is good." Yeah? "You're going to fuck my brains out aren't you?" If you keep talking like that I will. "You're going to fuck my wet pussy and make me come, right?" More than once. "Haha, one is good enough and usually all I have." Trust me, my cock in your pussy for the long haul will do wonders. She strokes me more, "I know."
We keep kissing, me on my back, her straddling my hips. I grab her ass and pull it upwards on my body. Her eyes widen and I smile, pushing her hips up to my belly then past my chest. I tell her to stand up and pull off her panties. She stands, but is a little wobbly on her old mattress. She pulls her underwear off and I stare at her pussy. She shaves but hasn't in at least a week, leaving me the impression she wasn't expecting to get here tonight. That's VERY attractive, plus I like a little bit extra there on occasion. More natural and fun.
Her dog sees her standing, and yelps a few times to get her attention. She ignores him, which is good because I've been with dog owners who COMPLETELY lose their train of thought with the ole mutt in the room.
"Now kneel over my tongue and get that gorgeous pussy of yours on me." She smiles and kneels over my head, still wobbly but stabilizes as I put my hand on her ass cheeks and guide her pussy to my face.
Her lips are fairly big, but her clit is beautiful. She's definitely past the foreplay stage and ready to be fucked, no doubt. Instead, I tease her pussy by using my tongue to pull her lips apart, licking the inside of her lips while avoiding her clit and her pussy hole. She moans, her hands on my forehead and pulling on my hair.
She thrusts her hips a few times, suffocating me a bit as I pinch her ass to get her to back off a bit. Her pussy tastes good, and she's incredibly wet. I keep teasing, running my tongue from back to front, barely glancing off her large clit. I keep pulling her pussy apart, running my tongue into it, around it. I take her lips into my mouth, and then her clit is surrounding by my lips, but just barely.
She bucks a bit, moans a LOT. Good thing her roommate moved out. Her hands are pulling on my hair and squeezing my forehead as she rocks onto my tongue and lips. I use my nose to push into her clit harder this time and she lets out a little scream. "Eat me" she commands, and I do, finally taking her clit into my lips and using my tongue to push up against it gently, but just with enough force to get her really moving.
Her pussy juices are streaming into my beard, her thighs are compressing against the sides of my face, and her clit is popping in and out of my mouth with a great rhythm.
"Oh fuck, like that don't stop" she screams as I start sucking on her clit and massaging her ass to the rhythm of her face-fucking me. "Yes, yes suck it don't stop" she screams as her hips push HARD into my face, her clit throbbing in my mouth and against my tongue. I run my finger across her asshole to tickle it a little and she comes, hard.
"Oh god yes suck me, suck my pussy, I'm coming." I love it when a girl is vocal. A woman SHOULD tell a guy she's there. I hate those quiet orgasms, they bore me. She wasn't faking it as her pussy unleased more of her juices into my mouth, down my chin, down my bearded cheeks. Her pussy lips slammed against my mouth and chin as I finished sucking her clit just before the point of being too sensitive.
As she finished I backed off, opening my mouth and withdrawing my tongue so she could grind her clit into my mouth at her pressure level. Not too rough, just enough to get the rest of her orgasm out. Finally, she collapses to my right, falling over with her forearm on her forehead, wiping sweat in this cold room. "God damn it." I look at her and ask what? "Damn it. If you can eat pussy like that, I really have to know what your cock feels like inside of me." Ok. "Now?" No. She looks at my cock which is just as hard as when it was in her mouth. "You look like you can go again." I can.
"Crawl onto my tits now." Huh? "Straddle my tits. I want to watch you jerk off on me." I comply, straddling her gorgeous breasts. She pushes them together, giving me a little more to work with as I stick my cock between them. A few pushes and it gets harder. She glances down and tells me to stroke it for her.
And I do. She's just dirty-talking enough to keep me really horny. I stare at her face and know I'll be covering it in my come. Maybe not this time, but sometime. Her eyes are wide and her lips mouth the words I like to hear. I stroke my cock for a good ten minutes, pushing it between her lips often to get it lubed. As I start to moan, she asks me to come.
I ask her where. "Anywhere." Tell me. "On my tits, my neck." Just there? "On my chin, in my mouth, just come for me." I do, sending my first stream across her neck. She opens her mouth a bit, and I aim for it but completely miss her face and land another stream across her shoulder onto her pillow. She turns her face to try to catch it, and the third stream hits the back of her cheek as I always compensated for my bad aim. She turns her face towards me and I push my cock up to her tongue and send the final load down her tongue. I tell her not to swallow it. She smiles and sticks her tongue out, my come dripping off of it down onto her neck.
You can spit it out. She say "uhh uhh" and she smiles and shakes her head no. Her tongue pulls back into her mouth and she makes an obvious over-acting job of swallowing what little I gave her. "Mmm, definitely can use more of that. You can come in my mouth anytime." Yeah?
I pull up next to her, forgetting about my own come on her pillow which now is embedded in the back of my hair. Oops. She cuddles up to me, pulls close to me and straddles one of her legs between mine. My cock is still semi hard and she notices, asking me if I'm sure I don't want to fuck her. "Not tonight."
We talk more, and at some point we both fall asleep. Eventually she goes to the bathroom, so I turn over. When she returns, she spoons up to me, my back to her front, and we fall asleep until the next morning awakens me early.
Kari ended up being my fiend with benefits for most of 2008. More on that to come in a future journal entry from my past.
This is the final part of a 3-part series. You can read the first part here.
She unlocked the door to her apartment and we walked in. It's a nice place with common hardwood floors, off-white walls, and a touch of color from the curtains and furniture that brings her living room together. She doesn't have a lot of stuff, which is very attractive.
I ask if she lives alone. "I do, now. I had a roommate but she had a revolving door of shady guys she'd bring home. When the last guy stole some things from me, I told her she needed to find a new place." How do you afford it? "My parents help, since I'm still in school." I'm glad she's honest about her parents helping. I think it's a good thing for parents to help a student. "Me too," she laughs.
I sit on her big green couch and she runs to the bedroom. I hear the tap-tap-tap of an animal running into the room. It's a little tiny hound of some kind, medium brown with gorgeous eyes. "This is Cheval, he's 4." Cheval? Like from doucheval? "That's right!" It means two horses in French. "Haha, I know." He runs up to me and stares at me, not growling or barking. Just staring.
I pat my hand on the couch and his tail turns into a wag-fest. "Be careful, he doesn't like guys." He'll like me. All dogs love me. He wags his tail and then his little frame gets frustrated as it runs back and forth, trying to figure out how to get onto the couch. "He's not good at jumping." I reach down to grab him and his tail goes CRAZY. "Careful, he's a nipper." I call his name and grab him under his chest. No nipping, he hops right into my lap as I lift him up.
"Wow. Chevy never likes guys so quickly." I give him the alpha male stare and talk to him in my deepest basso voice. His tail his wagging and his face is between his front paws. Cute. "You must love dogs." Actually, I do, but I don't tend to have many in my life. Dogs are great pets, but all pets can get in the way of excitement and travel. "That's true. My folks watch him often if I have a busy schedule at school." That's good to know.
It's also exciting to me. I tend to not date women with dogs only because it has fucked up chances of last minute travel. It's not a hard and fast rule, but I've followed it fairly well. Knowing her folks are around to watch this little mutt increases her chances of something with me, whatever that might be.
She comes back with a beer for her and a glass of vodka on the rocks for me. "My ex-roommate left a bottle in the freezer, I hope it's not spoiled." I laugh, vodka doesn't spoil. "Oh, I guess that makes sense." We clink glasses and she sits down next to me, with Chevy in between us.
"Anything you want to watch particularly?" I don't have a TV, so just throw on whatever is on TV. She zaps the TV on and some sitcom I've never heard of is on. "You don't have a TV?" I do, but it's not plugged in. I use it to dry hand-washed shirts. She laughs, a LOT. Chevy looks at her and then back at me and his tail goes crazy again. I put my hand on his head and rub his temples. Her beer bottle returns to the table and her hand lands on to of mine. Chevy's tail goes crazy.
We watch whatever show it is, and I laugh a bunch. It's well written, and the timing of the actors is perfect. Kari keeps glancing at me, and after the show is over, she puts her back into the corner of the couch and looks at me. Chevy is asleep but he'll open his eye every once in awhile to give me the side-glance and wag his tail a few inches back and forth.
"So, tell me more about you." What do you want to know? "Do you have any plans this summer?" Not really. Some travel, visit with my folks, see friends, do some writing. "Do you travel alot?" Yes. "For writing?" Absolutely. "That's so interesting!" It's OK. It's a job. "I think most people would want that job."
Maybe. I turn my body into the opposite corner of the couch and we look at each other, both of us smiling. Kari lifts up Chevy and puts him on the chair. "That's HIS chair, never sit there." I would never even consider it. She sits back down and lays her her against my chest and her hand touches my ribs. My body bounches back a bit. "Oh, did you not want me laying on you?" No, not at all. I have a little injury there, that's all. "Injury?" I fell into a wooden fence, I lied. "Oh is it bad?" No, just bruised.
I have my hand on her hair and then it falls to the back of her neck. She moans. I look at her and she's blushing. "Sorry, that's umm, sorta..." your spot? "Yeah." She blushes again. My hand leaves her neck and my fingers play on her back. "Ohhh, I love my back touched." Who doesn't? Another half hour of it and I can tell she's got goosebumps. Her light moans are an incredible turn-on and Little Fire Hydrant decides to wake up. She's laying on me, so I'm sure she notices.
In response, she rolls herself over and grabs my shoulders, repositioning me better on the couch. She crawls up my chest and puts her hands on my neck and cheek and kisses me. It's a great kiss, not much tongue, not inhaling or exhaling. She kisses 50 times better than Lena does. It's obvious the girl is passionate.
As we kiss, she straddles my jeans. I can feel her warmth against me and I'm sure she can feel my cock straining through the jeans. Whenever I kiss her cheek or her chin, she moans. My hands tease her neck, too, and my fingers run through her soft brown hair and end up on her shoulder, teasing her neck by barely touching it. She's writhing a bit, grinding a bit, kissing her way down my neck to my neckbone as she unbuttons my shirt slowly.
She pulls my shirt off my shoulders and kissing my shoulder and my bicep. "You don't look that muscular but you seem so strong." Muscles don't mean strength. She pulls my shirt down further and unbuttons it completely down as she kisses her way down my chest to my belly. I'm a bit hairy on the front but she's not concerned. As she pulls my shirt away from my ribs, she sees the 9 inch bruise on it. "HOLY FUCK." What's wrong? "That's not from a fence!" The bruise is actually 4 bruises all in the same general area.
"Did you get punched?" No, I fell on a fence. "Don't lie. I dated a football player in college, I know bruises from falling and crashing into bodies. It looks like you were punched 3 times!" Ok, I lied. It's from a fist. "What the hell happened?" I was sparring with a friend of mine, he was teaching me some new moves. "Sparring? You fight?" Only to stay in shape. "That's bullshit, what happened!"
I tell her that's the truth. "You do this often?" Only when he's in town. He's a fast, skinny strong guy who teaches me to be able to defend myself. "Wow, that's really sexy." Her lips softly kiss my bruise without eliciting a response of pain. I have my hands on her head, running my fingers on her scalp which brings forth a series of moans. I run my fingers through her hair softly, ending up on her neck and then her back through her shirt.
She sits up and pulls my shoulders forward so she can get my shirt off. As she throws it onto the coffee table, she pulls her own T-shirt off. I look at her face, not her tits, but she puts her hand on my chin and tilts my head down. "You can look at me you know." I know, but I like your face. "You're a tease. You know I had NO idea you found me attractive? At least look at my body once in awhile." I did, I'm just good at hiding it. "Tease."
In honesty, her body is great. She's a 32B, almost perfect. Her tummy is flat and her hips are fantastic. As she puts her mouth on mine again, I play my fingers on her back and on her hips. She's grinding heavier now, and my cock is really wanting to get out of my jeans. As our tongues battle and we nibble on each other's chins and necks and earlobes, I softly run my fingers from the bottom of her back up to her bra strap. She moans louder than ever and pulls her face away from mine and stares into my eyes. With that, I unsnap her bra strap in 2 seconds. She reaches up to push her shoulder straps off and her bra falls to my belly off her arms, past her hands. Her tits are PERFECT.
"You like?" I look into her eyes and nod. Again she grabs my chin and forces me to look at her chest. In response, I move a hand up from her hip, up her ribcage slowly, and trace the outline of her breast without coming close to her nipple. She moans. She climbs up higher on my pelvic bone and throws her tits right at my mouth. Instead of licking or biting, I open mouth kiss the area between her boobs and then run my tongue in a wide circle around one breast, staying far away from her nipples.
She moans, a long moan that finishes in "teeease." I grab her shoulders, pull her back and in one motion push her to the couch on her back. Her hand runs up her side and she grabs a nipple lightly, but I pull her hand away, putting her fingers in my mouth. Another moan.
I look in her eyes and she how pretty she is like this, completely at ease but turned on beyond expectations. "Do you want to go to bed?" Maybe. "Maybe?" I don't fuck on a first date, and I don't sleep around and do one night stands. "Neither do I." Also, I'm not looking for a girlfriend, and I don't want to lead you on. "You're so much fun and exciting, but I don't want a boyfriend either. We don't have to have sex, but my couch is really lumpy and small." It is, I laugh. She laughs back.
She pushes me off of her and stands up. Perfect tits. She sees me watching her so she runs her hands from her shoulders down to her nipples and down her flat belly, her thumbs finally resting on the top of her jeans. Then she unbuttons her jeans, turns and walks to the bedroom. I stand still, and she turns around, smiles, and bites her bottom lip. Little Fire Hydrant jumps again and she notices.
I follow her into her bedroom and she douses the light, leaving only the light from her kitchen softly bouncing into the bedroom through the hallway. She unzips her jeans and rolls them to the floor. "You can take yours off if you're comfortable. I promise I won't fuck you, too much at least." I listen and unbutton my button fly and toss the jeans on top of her hamper.
She gets into bed and under the sheets, the bedroom colder than the rest of the house because of the small window facing an alley. I climb into bed with her and we embrace, kissing deeply. She moans so much, I know this one is going to be fireworks in bed. She pushes her leg outwards and forces it under my thighs, bringing me between her legs. My cock popped out of my boxer hole and is pressing up against her panties, which are obviously wet with desire.
And her damn dog is in the bedroom, running around trying to find a way to hop on the bed. Oops.
We kiss more, our hands playing on our bodies. Her moans are intimidating, but as my mouth finds more of her body, they just get deeper and lower. Her hips are really sensitive, so I am careful not to tickle her. Her knees are ticklish to, so I avoid them as I work down to her ankles and feet. I bite down a bit on the side of her foot and she moans at that, but doesn't jerk away.
I work my way back up her body, avoiding her pussy and her tits. I kiss her again and she grabs my shoulder and rolls me over to my back. She works her magical mouth on me, not avoiding my nipples. As she kisses my belly, her hand grabs my cock. "Oh, it's beautiful. You're thick." I say nothing as she slowly strokes my cock and licks my belly and then my thigh. My cock is inches from her face and she strokes it, watching it in the light as it gets harder.
"I have to suck your dick, really badly." I look down at her and smile, not resisting. She licks it from the base closest to my balls, licking around the shaft slowly. I moan and put my hands in her hands to caress her scalp and hair without forcing her to do anything specific. As her tongue plays on my cock, it gets even harder than earlier. I moan when she licks the underside of the head and then she runs her tongue up the head to lick up my precome. "Mmm, not bad at all" she says. I moan my response and then she widens her mouth and takes the head in.
I don't come from blow jobs, almost never. But she's popping my cock in and out of her mouth, getting the head in and using her tongue as it penetrates her mouth to caress the underside of my head. She's VERY good at this, and I'm really happy about it.
She caresses my balls but I push her hands away. "Too sensitive?" she asks, and I nod my head. My hands push her mouth back onto my cock as she struggles to get more of it in her mouth. I grab her neck more and give it a little pressure, letting my cock push deeper into her mouth. Finally I hit the back of her tongue and she gags. "Fuck, that thing has gotten thicker! What the hell?" I laughed and then force her mouth back on it, pushing again to the back of her mouth. Another gag.
"I don't think it's going further than that, not without practice." Oh, so you want to practice more in the future? "Fuck yeah! I want this thing in me, by the way. Are you sure you don't want to fuck?" I do want to fuck, but I think we shouldn't do it tonight. Let's go out again and figure out if we're right for that. "Ok, but I had so much fun, I don't think you're going to hurt me and I'm not going to hurt you." Just suck my cock and shut up.
She complies, bobbing her head up and down my cockhead, trying to get it deeper in her mouth without gagging. Every time she gags, she takes a deep breath and goes back to it. Good gal. I'm shocked that I feel my balls tingling, a sure sign that I'll come. Blow job orgasms NEVER happen for me, but she's really enthusiastic about sucking me off. As I get closer, I pull her hair up so my cock pops out of her mouth.
"What's wrong?" I'm close. "It's OK, I want you to finish." In your mouth? "Sure, you taste really good, I'm not afraid of it." She puts her lips back on my cock and picks up speed to match my pulling and pushing on her neck and hair and scalp. Less than 5 minutes later, I tighten up and I feel her mouth get wider. Her hands grab my cock at the base and on the shaft and start pumping with her mouth just open.
I come, shooting my first arrow straight down her throat. That causes her to gag BIG time so my cock falls out of her and she coughs from my load. The rest of my come hits her chin and her neck and some of it lands on my cock and my belly. "Damn, I wasn't expecting it to be so strong!" I laugh and she licks up what is on her chin using her finger and then cleans off my cock with her tongue. "What the hell, you taste really good. I can do that again." She looks at my cock as I come down from my orgasm and it's still mostly hard. "I guess you can, too." I laugh and she laughs, crawling up my body, my boxers still down at my thighs.
"I think we should fuck, soon. Maybe?" Definitely. She kisses me, the taste of my come on her tongue still. My cock gets harder from the kisses and she starts stroking it again. "This is good." Yeah? "You're going to fuck my brains out aren't you?" If you keep talking like that I will. "You're going to fuck my wet pussy and make me come, right?" More than once. "Haha, one is good enough and usually all I have." Trust me, my cock in your pussy for the long haul will do wonders. She strokes me more, "I know."
We keep kissing, me on my back, her straddling my hips. I grab her ass and pull it upwards on my body. Her eyes widen and I smile, pushing her hips up to my belly then past my chest. I tell her to stand up and pull off her panties. She stands, but is a little wobbly on her old mattress. She pulls her underwear off and I stare at her pussy. She shaves but hasn't in at least a week, leaving me the impression she wasn't expecting to get here tonight. That's VERY attractive, plus I like a little bit extra there on occasion. More natural and fun.
Her dog sees her standing, and yelps a few times to get her attention. She ignores him, which is good because I've been with dog owners who COMPLETELY lose their train of thought with the ole mutt in the room.
"Now kneel over my tongue and get that gorgeous pussy of yours on me." She smiles and kneels over my head, still wobbly but stabilizes as I put my hand on her ass cheeks and guide her pussy to my face.
Her lips are fairly big, but her clit is beautiful. She's definitely past the foreplay stage and ready to be fucked, no doubt. Instead, I tease her pussy by using my tongue to pull her lips apart, licking the inside of her lips while avoiding her clit and her pussy hole. She moans, her hands on my forehead and pulling on my hair.
She thrusts her hips a few times, suffocating me a bit as I pinch her ass to get her to back off a bit. Her pussy tastes good, and she's incredibly wet. I keep teasing, running my tongue from back to front, barely glancing off her large clit. I keep pulling her pussy apart, running my tongue into it, around it. I take her lips into my mouth, and then her clit is surrounding by my lips, but just barely.
She bucks a bit, moans a LOT. Good thing her roommate moved out. Her hands are pulling on my hair and squeezing my forehead as she rocks onto my tongue and lips. I use my nose to push into her clit harder this time and she lets out a little scream. "Eat me" she commands, and I do, finally taking her clit into my lips and using my tongue to push up against it gently, but just with enough force to get her really moving.
Her pussy juices are streaming into my beard, her thighs are compressing against the sides of my face, and her clit is popping in and out of my mouth with a great rhythm.
"Oh fuck, like that don't stop" she screams as I start sucking on her clit and massaging her ass to the rhythm of her face-fucking me. "Yes, yes suck it don't stop" she screams as her hips push HARD into my face, her clit throbbing in my mouth and against my tongue. I run my finger across her asshole to tickle it a little and she comes, hard.
"Oh god yes suck me, suck my pussy, I'm coming." I love it when a girl is vocal. A woman SHOULD tell a guy she's there. I hate those quiet orgasms, they bore me. She wasn't faking it as her pussy unleased more of her juices into my mouth, down my chin, down my bearded cheeks. Her pussy lips slammed against my mouth and chin as I finished sucking her clit just before the point of being too sensitive.
As she finished I backed off, opening my mouth and withdrawing my tongue so she could grind her clit into my mouth at her pressure level. Not too rough, just enough to get the rest of her orgasm out. Finally, she collapses to my right, falling over with her forearm on her forehead, wiping sweat in this cold room. "God damn it." I look at her and ask what? "Damn it. If you can eat pussy like that, I really have to know what your cock feels like inside of me." Ok. "Now?" No. She looks at my cock which is just as hard as when it was in her mouth. "You look like you can go again." I can.
"Crawl onto my tits now." Huh? "Straddle my tits. I want to watch you jerk off on me." I comply, straddling her gorgeous breasts. She pushes them together, giving me a little more to work with as I stick my cock between them. A few pushes and it gets harder. She glances down and tells me to stroke it for her.
And I do. She's just dirty-talking enough to keep me really horny. I stare at her face and know I'll be covering it in my come. Maybe not this time, but sometime. Her eyes are wide and her lips mouth the words I like to hear. I stroke my cock for a good ten minutes, pushing it between her lips often to get it lubed. As I start to moan, she asks me to come.
I ask her where. "Anywhere." Tell me. "On my tits, my neck." Just there? "On my chin, in my mouth, just come for me." I do, sending my first stream across her neck. She opens her mouth a bit, and I aim for it but completely miss her face and land another stream across her shoulder onto her pillow. She turns her face to try to catch it, and the third stream hits the back of her cheek as I always compensated for my bad aim. She turns her face towards me and I push my cock up to her tongue and send the final load down her tongue. I tell her not to swallow it. She smiles and sticks her tongue out, my come dripping off of it down onto her neck.
You can spit it out. She say "uhh uhh" and she smiles and shakes her head no. Her tongue pulls back into her mouth and she makes an obvious over-acting job of swallowing what little I gave her. "Mmm, definitely can use more of that. You can come in my mouth anytime." Yeah?
I pull up next to her, forgetting about my own come on her pillow which now is embedded in the back of my hair. Oops. She cuddles up to me, pulls close to me and straddles one of her legs between mine. My cock is still semi hard and she notices, asking me if I'm sure I don't want to fuck her. "Not tonight."
We talk more, and at some point we both fall asleep. Eventually she goes to the bathroom, so I turn over. When she returns, she spoons up to me, my back to her front, and we fall asleep until the next morning awakens me early.
Kari ended up being my fiend with benefits for most of 2008. More on that to come in a future journal entry from my past.
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Friday, May 8, 2009
A man with hands, a woman with a scar, Part IV
This is the final part of a 4-part mini-series of posts. You should start with Part I here. Please don't link to any post in this mini-series. Don't email your friends a link to it either.
"I'm nervous that you're going to be amazing and that this will be all we'll share." You're not looking for a boyfriend. "Right." You're not looking for a friend with benefits. "Exactly." So what's the problem? "I don't want to lose someone this amazing." We can skip the sex. "I need it. I thought you were playing a game. You're not. I need you inside of me."
But that's the curse: imagine if someone was coming into your home every day and doing the most vile and violent act on you possible, and you forgot. Imagine if you won the lottery every day, but tomorrow you had no idea and the ticket was destroyed in the wash. That's the curse.
Instead I am going to smoke another pack of cigarettes and read my own writings.
I smile at her little game. "I'm not kidding." I stand up and walk to her bookshelf where her DVDs are organized in seemingly complete random order. "They're not organized randomly." I know. You sorted them by times in your life when you watched them a lot. "Holy shit." The kettle overflows with water. She pours some out as I select the movie The Bourne Supremacy.
I walk to one of three drawer stands in the room, the one further from the couch and the TV. I open the drawer and grab the remote. I turn to see her watching me. "How the hell did you know the remote is there?" You keep it far from the couch and the TV so you don't watch too much too easily. "You know THAT?" You have a scar that runs deep into your psyche. "That's, that's just..." It's not incredible. It's what I do. "Do you scare people?" Every day. "I'm not scared." You know me. "I don't know a thing about you!" Yes you do. She looks at me and smiles.
She turns the kettle on and starts to grab a few boxes of tea. I ask for the mint green, not being able to see her selection since the cabinet door is facing me. "How did you know I had mint green?" I smelled it from earlier. "Now that's scary." Not really. "What else do you know from smell? Can you scare me more?" Ralph was here within the past 48 hours. "How did you know that?" He smokes menthol. "He tried to but I told him to put it out. I told him to leave." It's OK. "He surprised me, too. He left though, and I doubt he'll come back again.
She grabs the tea and she grabs herself chamomile, which is especially pungeant. She sits next to me and we turn the movie on. "Do you like this movie?" I don't remember. Maybe. "You forgot seeing it?" Yes. "That's terrible." It lets me focus on today and tomorrow rather than yesterday.
"You are always smiling. Are you always happy?" I am. "Ever sad?" No. "How is that possible?" I explain to her my my mental disability. She doesn't believe me, so I tell her to get her notebook and look it up on wikipedia. She does. She's shocker. Her mouth is open, but no words come out. She looks at me, she looks at the notebook, then nods her head. I watch Matt Damon looking much heavier than any manmade spy machine would be. I remember this part.
"That explains it all." Yes. "The whole thing. It's not a game." No. "What do you want from me?" I want to watch the movie and drink tea. "That's all?" No. "What else?" I'd like to fuck. She looks at me while I watch the movie, getting up to get the tea ready. She puts the kettle down after opening one teabag. The movie is interesting so I almost miss not smelling the scent of green mint or chamomile or both combined. She puts the teabag down into a cup and puts the cups away, as well as her tea boxes.
"Let's go." Where? "To bed." Just like that? "Yes. But to talk more." I follow her into her bedroom.
11:45PM
Her bed is messy. There's no sign or scent of sex in the air. I always know if a woman has had other lovers between cleaning the sheets. She hasn't. There's enough body hair of hers on the pillow and enough wrinkles in the sheets that she hasn't had anyone in that bed in a long time. It makes me sad. She's lovely, but she hurts still over the tragedy of her non-visible scar. I sit on the bed and take my shoes off. "Forward, aren't we?" she jokes as she removes her shoes, too. I laugh back. She sits next to me on the bed but falls onto her back, plays with my hair. I turn to look at her.
We talk for half an hour about things that make us laugh, that might make me sad, people we loved, people we hated. Her laugh is addictive. I smile, thinking about kissing her. She reads my mind again. "Not yet." She unbuttons her dress from behind while sitting, then stands up and pulls it off. "You've seen me naked through my words. Can you see me naked while we talk somemore?" Absolutely. "Is there a difference between the two?" None at all. "Do you want to see me this way?" I shake my head yes, one of the most significant gestures I can make. She sees it right away and smiles in understanding.
12:15PM
Her bra comes off as do her panties. She trimmed today. Her legs are shaven smooth. She was thinking of sleeping with me already. The entire time I realized this, I was only looking at her face. I tell her she's beautiful. "Just my face?" I look at her body. Her boobs are nice, fairly small. She's in great shape, but there's an obvious side effect of when she was overweight. I like it. I look at her pubic hair, which is glistening from the street lamp coming into the window. "I shaved today." I know. "I know you know, I wanted to see if I could read you." Anyone can. "I'm wet, too." She runs her hand down her flat belly, down her pubic hair, and then sits down next to me.
We talk, me focusing on her eyes. Licking my lips to talk as I always do but restraining myself. We shares funny bed stories, noticing when I gesture a reply of familiarity. She keeps talking about how few women I've slept with and says she understands why that is. "You really do keep things where people need them to be." I do. "It's not because you're shy." I'm not. "You're confident you can do anything, anyone." Yes. "Will you be my fourth?" Fourth? "Lover? Fuck? One night stand or whatever you think I need?" I'm silent. I look at her face, at her eyes. She sits back up to kiss me. I can smell her pussy very strongly.
"Will you take your clothes off for me?" I stand up, remove my shirt and my pants, slowly but at a decent speed. I take off my Emporio Armani black undershirt and shorts. My cock is hard, and it's soaking in precum. She grabs my hand, spreads her legs, and pulls me closer. We both shuffle up to the bed, kissing deeply. Only 10 minutes pass. "I don't have protection. Have you been tested lately?" This year. Every 6 months. "But you don't fuck around?" I've been with people who have problems. You never know. "Do you always use protection?" Yes. "Even tonight?" If it's available, otherwise we can do other things. "Do you have condoms?" In the car. "Go get one." I pull my jeans on only, and run outside barefoot. I return from the car in moments. She has her vibrator out and she's already using it.
12:30PM
I lay down next to her and take it away. "I need that to finish." I tell her she's beautiful, and that an orgasm isn't why I'm here. Not for me, not for her. She grabs my hard cock and asks if I want a blowjob. I don't. "Why not?" It's not necessary. I don't tell her this, but I know she doesn't like giving them. Fat girls give a lot of blowjobs in high schoool. If they get skinny, it becomes a negative idea. "You know." I do.
We kiss some more, and her vibrator falls to the floor. "I'll need that later." I'll get it if you do. Her moans are amazing. I don't turn her on her front because I know she is conscious of her back. I skip it, even though it is generally my favorite part. I focus on her shoulders, her muscular arms, her hips and flat belly with obvious abs under a very thin layer of skin, not fat. She's magnificent, just as women are. "I'm nervous." I'm not. I won't push beyond your limit.
"I'm nervous that you're going to be amazing and that this will be all we'll share." You're not looking for a boyfriend. "Right." You're not looking for a friend with benefits. "Exactly." So what's the problem? "I don't want to lose someone this amazing." We can skip the sex. "I need it. I thought you were playing a game. You're not. I need you inside of me."
I roll over to the nightstand to get my box of condoms. I put one on while she watches. "No foreplay?" All night was foreplay. "Yes, it was." I roll her onto her side, away from me as in a spooning position. I kiss her cheek and run my hand down her side. She shudders. "I need my vibrator." Don't worry, I'll last awhile. We'll get it later. "I trust you" she tells me as I enter her.
12:40PM
She moans. "Oh, god you're thick." She's tight, but not too tight. I slowly drive into her. "Oh, yes, right there." I'm barely doing anything, but I figured her position out right. I'm pumping into her, slowly. "Oh, that's so good." Only 15 minutes pass. I put her in 3 different positions, not wanting to wear her out. Finally I put her on top of me, reverse cowgirl.
Her legs are powerful and she balances just fine. "Oh, god that's so good." She's bouncing on my cock, pulling up slowly but forcing herself down hard. "Oh, fuck, I need it deep in me." She's getting it as deep as I can give her. After a minute or so of her pounding on me, I start to slightly lift my hips to meet her at her lowest point. "Oh, Chicago, damn it, fuck me." I do. She gets a little wobbly, so I hold her hips. She's thrusting faster now, up and down, so I meet her with as much force as I can on her down swing. "Oh, fuck fuck." Do it, Stace. "Fuck yes, fuck me, yes." You can come if you're ready. "Yes, god, fuck fuck, I'm there don't stop, Chicago, don't stop." She's pounding so hard into me that she's hurting my hips. One hand reaches around and claws my arm with her nails. Fuck me, Stace, Fuck me. "Oh I'm, I'm coming. Oh god I'm coming. Don't stop." I keep pounding her as she loses control. She starts to topple over to her side, so I grasp her hips and roll her onto her belly, still inside of her.
As soon as her stomach is on the bed, I ram into her some more. "Oh, I'm still coming, oh god please don't stop." I don't. She's still shuddering as I pound into her. This is the hardest I've fucked a woman in probably 4 years. I'm fearful I'll fall out as this position isn't good for my cock length. I'm hard as a rock, pushing her shoulders down hard so her ass comes up enough for me to slide in.
"Oh, more more moremoremore." I oblige. "Uhhh, oh god." I come, but I'm so hot for her to come again that I stay hard. "Uhhh, yes more harder fuck me fuck me." She's loud, so loud. I keep pounding and her ass comes up to meet me finally. "ohh I'm coming. what the fuck, uhhhhh." She does.
12:55PM
I stop after her 2 minute long orgasm #2. It takes her nearly 5 minutes to say anyting. I've long since popped out of her, still hard but my condom is too full to go further. She turns over. "Oh my god. Oh my god." She holds my small hand in both of hers. "Oh my god. That was, oh god." I'm Chicago. ChicagoSane. She laughs. "That's your last name?" Another thing people made fun of in high school. "It suits you." She laughs, and then her face shows torment when she sees my hard cock. "Oh my god, you didn't finish!" I did. She looks at the condom, filled with my come.
I stop after her 2 minute long orgasm #2. It takes her nearly 5 minutes to say anyting. I've long since popped out of her, still hard but my condom is too full to go further. She turns over. "Oh my god. Oh my god." She holds my small hand in both of hers. "Oh my god. That was, oh god." I'm Chicago. ChicagoSane. She laughs. "That's your last name?" Another thing people made fun of in high school. "It suits you." She laughs, and then her face shows torment when she sees my hard cock. "Oh my god, you didn't finish!" I did. She looks at the condom, filled with my come.
"You're still hard." I'm finished. Don't worry. "I can't believe it." She reaches down and pulls off the condom. Come falls all over her hands and my cock. "When did you come?" Before you did the second time. "And you kept fucking me?" You needed it.
She ties off the condom, just as I would, and licks the come from her fingers. "Mmm." That's not necessary. "No, but I like it." She finishes. Then she kisses me. "You're not grossed out?" Nothing grosses me out. We lay down and talk some more. "Threesomes?" No problem. "Two guys and a girl?" Sure. "Touch a guy's dick?" No, but not because it's gross. It's just not my thing. "Fucked a girl in the ass?" A few. "Like it?" They did, so I did. "Anything you like to do in bed?" Continue our story.
1:00AM
"Nothing that you like for yourself?" Two things. "What are they?" It's not important, it doesn't make the sex better or worse. "Will you tell me?" Think about tonight and then guess. She lays down with her head in my arms. It's almost exactly 1am. We fucked for less than an hour or so. This women is going to break me.
1:05AM
"You like to take photos." Yes. "Of every woman?" No. "How do you choose?" I don't. "Women actually ask you to take their photos?" Yes. "Do you always?" Yes. "Where are the photos?" Printed and stuck in a locked journal and deleted. "That's how you remember them. Us." Yes. And the written word. "That's amazing. I've never done it before. Guys have asked." It's ok. I'm not asking. She pauses.
1:10AM
"You can." Not if you're uncomfortable. "Would you show me some?" No. "No one, ever?" Never. "Then I want you to." Ok. "What's the other thing?" Think some more. "Does it have to do with remembering?" Yes. She thinks about it. She's at a loss. "I have no idea." Then it isn't important. "Would it make tonight better?" No. "More memorable?" Yes. "So why won't you tell me?" It something the woman has to ask for.
"Butt sex?" No. "Something I should do to you?" No. "Something you would do to me?" Yes. I notice her toes are still curled up. "My feet? Do you want to come on my feet?" No. I just noticed your toes were curled still. It's cute. We kiss. We kiss for another few minutes, her stroking my cock which is getting hard again after going limp from the talking. She's moaning, but I can tell she's done for the night.
1:13AM
She pulls my face away from hers. "Do you want to come on my face?" Yes. "Is that it?" Yes. "And take a picture?" Yes. "And no one will see it?" Not until I'm dead. "Will you be careful?" Yes. "Not in the eye or anything, right?" Yes. "Guys have asked before, I always said no." I don't care about what you've done before. "Just what I do now?" Yes.
She takes my cock into her mouth. I try to pull it out. "No. I want this. Really, really bad." I let her continue. She's good, which makes me sad. "Don't be sad." She sees my expression. She's reading my mind now. She's not deep throating me, but she's focusing on the right areas. She tries to put her hand by my ass. Definitely a pro at this. I push her hand away. She pops off of me. "Do you want to do it hard or have me do it?" Either way. "What do you prefer?" I want you comfortable. She holds my cock in her hand and gets off the bed, onto her carpeted floor.
I step off the bed and put my cock back in her mouth, letting her use her spit and her head movements. It doesn't take long and she can tell. She pulls off and spits on my head and her hand and slides her hand almost perfectly. "You can finish if you want." Where? "On my face. use your hand if you want." Where do you want it? "Please come on my face." I'm close. "Come on my face and take a photo."
1:16AM
I let loose, bare minutes after she started. She closes her eyes and barely moves as each shot lands on her. The first one went over her head, into her hair and dribbles down her forehead. Each shot lands lower, until the final shot just barely hits her chin. I miss her eyes entirely, but some dribbles down her right eyebrown and slides down the side of her face. She opens her eyes slowly. My cock is still hard in her hands.
1:17AM
"Can you do it again?" Yes. "What's your limit?" I don't know. "Does it go empty?" Yes. She's stroking my cock. "Do you want to fuck me again?" I do. "What if we don't?" It's ok. "What if I go online and tell everyone who you are?" It's fine. She puts her mouth on my cock again, my come all over her face. Her mouth is getting dry, though. She stops, tells me to sit and goes to the kitchen. She drinks about 16oz of water in 5 seconds flat. "Lay down."
1:19AM
I do, and she works it again, this time with more spit. My come on her face is slowly drying, but the view is amazing. She's beautiful and she wants this. I can tell. She's smiling. I'm getting close again. She pulls off and uses her hand and her tongue on me. "Do you like it when I talk dirty?" Yes. "Do you want to come on my face again?" I do. "Do you want to fuck me?" Yes. "In the ass?" If you want it. "Will you rape me?" If you want me to. "Please come on my face again."
1:21AM
I do. This time my load isn't as strong, but 2 out of 4 shots hit her face. She opens her mouth to catch some and then lets it dribble down her chin. Beautiful.
She licks up what is on my belly and on my cock. "Do you have a camera?" On my cell phone. She turns all the lights on in her room and grabs my phone from my jacket pocket. "Take my picture." She lays on her bed. I snap one shot. "How did it turn out?" I don't know. "Take more." One is enough.
1:23AM
"Do you want anything more tonight?" No. "Can you go again?" If you want me to. She laughs. "You've been happy since the moment you picked me up." I say nothing. "Except for ten seconds in the car." She noticed. "I thought you were going to cry." I did, but I don't tell her. She starts to wipe my come off her face. "Should I keep it here?" If you want, it's not necessary. I can get you a towel. "I'll take care of it." She gets up and comes back in moments. She's still beautiful.
"Why do you like that?" It's nothing specific. Just a fun way to really remind me that we were together like this. "If they ask for a photo, do you take a picture of just their face?" Yes. "Nothing else?" Not unless they ask me to. "How many ask?" Maybe half. "Do you ever tell anyone about liking it?" Only when they ask. And online now, I guess. "Are you sleeping with anyone from your website?" No. "Will you?" No idea. Maybe. "Do you want me to read it?" If you want. "Will I get sad or jealous?" Some people do. "I don't know. I'm not good at retaining words, but others can make me mad or sad. I don't want to know. "That's OK."
1:26AM
She snuggles up against me, reverse spooning. "Will we do this again?" I'm not sure. "Do you want to?" Of course. "Do you always want to with everyone you sleep with?" Yes. "I don't want a boyfriend. Or a friend with benefits." I know. "Would you be sad if it didn't happen again?" I don't get sad. "What if it doesn't happen for awhile?" Same thing. "Are you glad we did it all?" Yes. More than you realize.
"I can get emotional really quickly. If you spend the night, fall asleep with me, it'll complicate things." I know. "So you understand?" Yes. I can leave whenever you want to. She grabs my cock and strokes it. It starts to get hard. "My god, I love that thing." I'm glad. "Did you plan on sleeping with me tonight?" Just the opposite. "Why?" I knew you had a scar.
1:28AM
Then I dressed. She kissed me, very passionately. "I don't want to want you." I know. "You're no good for me." How can I be?" "You can't. At least you understand." Of course. "You won't be alone." I don't get lonely. "I know. I just can't believe you're not taken, but I also can't see who could handle you. You really forget things?" Too many things to list. "It bothers women." Yes it does. "Has anyone been unbothered by it?" None. "Do you fall in love?" Every time. "Only with sex?" No. "Does it hurt you when it's over?" No. "Is that mean?" No.
"You're still smiling. It's sexy. You're happy." I am. "Ok. Get out here before you change your mind. Feel free to write about it all. I trust you not to tell anything that would tell people who I am." I won't. She kisses me. "I love you, too" I know. "But not like a boyfriend or a lover or a friend." I know. "That's how you feel, right?" Yes. "About everyone?" Yes.
1:30AM
I leave her place, Jason Bourne kicking someone's ass on the television. I'm driving home much earlier than I had expected once we had started. My face was soaked with my own tears one I turned the corner form her block. Not sad tears. Not happy tears. Just tears that needed to flow.
I deleted her photo from my cell phone. Yes, Stace, I love you. I love everyone. It's not a good thing. It's a horrible thing to love and to forget against your will. It's my cross to bear. It's why I listen. It's why I fuck. It's why I live the life that I do. Not alone. Not solitary. Not sad. Not bored. I don't need conquests. I don't like making friends and then losing them over a forgotten birthday. I don't want to forget anniversaries or special things that happened on this very day 1 year ago or 10 years ago. I don't get sad about it, but I wish it could change.
It's a fucking curse, not being able to be sad. I try to. I see sad movies. I go to funerals of people I have loved. I lose pets. I lose friends over pettiness. The tears I shed in the car on my way home are real tears, but they're not sad tears. What are they?
2:30AM
No one knows. Not even me. This girl broke me, but I am not sad. It was unexpected. No one understands the curse that keeps you happy, satisfied, amazed, interested, desiring, forgetting, ignoring, losing touch. She doesn't get it either, but she got enough.
I am amazed.
Spoiler alert below (highlight to read)
The man with hands is me. Not physical hands, but just an ability to grasp things. Like all hands, you eventually have to let go of what you grasp. I do it automatically. If you put something down, you sometimes forget where. I forget every day.
The woman with a scar was Stace, not her real name. Her scar wasn't just that she was fat, but that she clinged to the idea that it had an effect on her. I tricked Stace tonight. I never do this. I don't play games, but I played one with her: I helped her navigate through the pain of feeling useless. I gave her sledgehammer, prompted her with just enough information about me, and I let her break me down. Why her? She's harmless. But a few things she did or said were completely spot on.
She figured me out. No one does. I was left amazed. Her focus on herself let me leave my own body. She knew I was there, I didn't. Her stories didn't sadden me, but I understood the hole that existed in her. It is an easy hole to fill.
Stace will not call me. I won't call her. I think we both know what we offered each other: a breakdown by another that was needed. It wasn't about sex. It wasn't about having a woman figure out my deepest desires. Most don't and I still love sex. I needed sex today. It could have been anyone, but she was obviously more attached to figuring me out through her own inquiries that I didn't answer directly.
I'm not a mystery. I'm not some scary guy. I don't read mind. I don't pretend to know the answers to everything. I inquire so I can learn, and so those who answer can learn, too. I don't penetrate the soul or rob any essence. I've never pushed anyone to do anything with me, but I show them the most comfortable place they can be, and use my own verbal tactics to produce a conversation that brings out what they need.
Sometimes it's a friend. Sometimes it's a lover. For Stace, it was neither. She needed to feel skinny. There's no way to do that. Instead, she tore me up, and when she did, she knew she wasn't fat anymore.
End of spoilers.
I seriously thought I would kill ChicagoSane, a sort of blogger suicide. But I won't. I'm glad to have shed those tears that someone came so close to seeing that what pains me is nothing that eats at me or destroys me or brings me down. I will soon forget it happened, except for this blog entry.
But that's the curse: imagine if someone was coming into your home every day and doing the most vile and violent act on you possible, and you forgot. Imagine if you won the lottery every day, but tomorrow you had no idea and the ticket was destroyed in the wash. That's the curse.
This isn't due to some childhood trauma or abuse. It isn't due to an imbalance in me. It's a problem that some people are subjected to due to their own genetic structure, their chemical structure, their mental structure. I am very fast as seeing details, but I lose them quickly. Like a blind person with great hearing, I am fast at "reading minds," but faster at losing what I read. There's a term for my mental condition. Email me privately for more information.
It's only 2:30am and already I'm happy again. Already I'm horny again. If I had the opportunity, I would jump on a plane now and ravage the first woman who propositioned me.
Instead I am going to smoke another pack of cigarettes and read my own writings.
The smile is real. It never goes away. When you're down on yourself, when you hate life, when you hate reality, give me 5 seconds of that sadness, so I can live it too. You can remember being sad. If for one moment I could have it, I would give up all I have and all I can have.
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More to come. Smokes, and reading, until I need sleep.
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