For any who are curious, yes, he did come over for another '24' episode — only this time, I got to be fucked from behind while watching. It was hard to pay attention, but kind of a fun game to try to watch the show AND still cum! (I think I managed alright..!)
We eventually started seeing each other somewhat regularly. We got together whenever we could. I moved a couple different times, all out of town … so it made it difficult — perhaps the distance is what kept things okay, as in, we couldn’t really get together often, so the once in a while made it fun.
I have memories of him at every house I moved to. I have memories of the great connection, the amazing sex, the wonderful conversations, the enjoyment in time spent together.
He took some really hot pictures of me — I guess, because of the way I felt about him, looking back on those pictures, I really DID feel hot when he took them.
Finally, in July of 2009, I realized that my feelings for him had changed. I know I looked forward to spending time with him more than I did with anyone else. I know that the sex we had was no longer just sex for the sake of sex. I had fallen in love with this man and I knew it could never be.
I think we both felt stuck. I think we both knew that things couldn’t go on like this, but we were pretty much addicted. The sex was JUST THAT GOOD. We felt so comfortable with one another after all this time, that we were open to try anything or talk to each other about anything. But it was never going to go anywhere. As great as the physical connection was, as great as our conversations were, as much time as we spent together — he still had a girlfriend. I was always going to be “the other woman.” And I didn’t resent him for that.. I knew the stakes going in and I would never expect more.
But I also knew, that for the better part of 4 years, I had not been able to commit to another relationship, because I was somehow still holding on to the possibility that one day he would choose me. And he was never going to. He knew he wanted to marry her (and as I write this, I can confirm, he did!)
I remember that day. I remember that last kiss.
I remember the amazing afternoon we had together before I told him he couldn’t come back again.
I remember closing the door behind him and sinking to the cold tiled floor and bursting into hot tears.
I felt like my world had shattered.
The strange thing is, and I know it wasn’t completely related, but that night I suffered the first 24hour psychotic episode in over 7 years. There were all kinds of extenuating circumstances, but I can’t help believing the loss was a major precipitating factor.
I moved on. Life came and went. I think it was last year that I finally reached out to him again. We don’t speak often, we both know it’s like playing with fire…. He confirmed that he still gets off to thoughts of us, to pictures of me, to these very stories. Truthfully, I try not to think about him. Except, every fortune-cookie fortune brings him to mind. Every martial arts mention makes his quirky grin cross my mind. Every construction surveyor I drive past… Every set of bright blue eyes… truthfully, he seeps into a lot of my thoughts.
But it doesn’t hurt the same any more. It’s just a dull ache in the back of my throat (fitting somehow, I’m sure!)
Do I regret any of it? Fuck no! :) Do I wish it had happened differently, or ended differently? I’m not sure. I think it had to run it’s own course and our lives unfolded as they needed to at the time.
I’m in a really good place right now, so I can look back and feel nostalgic without feeling the loss.
What I am sure about is that I’m glad I wrote about our really hot times together. I’m glad I can look back and still get wet remembering them. And mostly, I’m glad I got to know him, even if we were never destined for more!
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Monday, May 8, 2006
Tenth - "it just keeps getting better!"
I think he read the story and wanted to come have some fun .. I ended
up crashing around 9pm with my daughter that night and left my
cellphone in the living room, so I missed _4_ of his phone calls and all
of his messages online.. otherwise, I'm sure the story would have
continued from that Wednesday!
The weekend is never our time, but Mondays? They're open season!!
Well .. he missed Keifer .. we'd arranged to meet up at 10:30pm to catch the last half of the show, but he didn't come until about ten after 11 ... which is alright, since I'd managed to watch the 9pm showing anyhow ...
We chit-chatted a moment longer than usual this time, before I demanded the removal of his pants... I don't know that we'll ever get into a routine where he walks in and loses them -- I'm not sure he's comfortable with that idea.. and I guess I kind of like the moment, no matter how short it is, where I can pretend he's not coming for just the sex...
But I know I want his cock in my mouth and I know he wants it there, too...
So he sat on the couch naked from the waist down and I knelt in front of him and swallowed his cock down into my throat. I love this new maneuver. I love the sound he emits when I do it.
Mostly I sucked his cock long and hard.. my jaw is sore from all the activity I've had in the last little while. He kept trying to get me to stand up and take my shirt off. He wanted access to my breasts.
He'd obviously done his reading, because he attacked my breasts with new vigor and nipped just right at my nipples, causing the slight pain I love. He suckled and bit them as he jerked his cock. Like I've said before, I love him giving my nipples attention and his own cock at the same time. For some reason, I love seeing a guy stroke his hardness while I watch -- almost as though, I COULD be doing it, but I'm not and he is... something in that just hits the right chord with me.
I went back to sucking his cock; we alternated somewhat between my nipples getting attention and his cock getting attention. Eventually my mouth tired out and he jerked himself to near completion and then I deep-throated him and allowed my throat muscles to milk the cum down into my stomach.
He has a new addiction -- cumming while deep in my throat.
We sat and chatted for a bit -- I think my daughter woke up for some in here and I had to go settle her down again. When I came out, he'd put his pants back on and was lounging in my favourite corner of my couch... (I kinda like walking into the living room and seeing him there..) We talked and he talked about how tired he was and we noted it was nearing 12:30 in the morning ...
I wish I'd written this addition to the story right away, because for some reason I can't recall exactly what it is we spoke of just as he was about to leave. But his cock responded inside his jeans almost immediately. And instead of him standing to leave, he stood to lower them and I sucked his cock back into my mouth.
He got to cum down my throat for a second time, now completely spent.
He left and I haven't talked to him since. I wonder if he'll be coming over tomorrow for another 24 experience. We missed it last time, but I'd still like a repeat of watching Keifer and sucking cock.
The weekend is never our time, but Mondays? They're open season!!
Well .. he missed Keifer .. we'd arranged to meet up at 10:30pm to catch the last half of the show, but he didn't come until about ten after 11 ... which is alright, since I'd managed to watch the 9pm showing anyhow ...
We chit-chatted a moment longer than usual this time, before I demanded the removal of his pants... I don't know that we'll ever get into a routine where he walks in and loses them -- I'm not sure he's comfortable with that idea.. and I guess I kind of like the moment, no matter how short it is, where I can pretend he's not coming for just the sex...
But I know I want his cock in my mouth and I know he wants it there, too...
So he sat on the couch naked from the waist down and I knelt in front of him and swallowed his cock down into my throat. I love this new maneuver. I love the sound he emits when I do it.
Mostly I sucked his cock long and hard.. my jaw is sore from all the activity I've had in the last little while. He kept trying to get me to stand up and take my shirt off. He wanted access to my breasts.
He'd obviously done his reading, because he attacked my breasts with new vigor and nipped just right at my nipples, causing the slight pain I love. He suckled and bit them as he jerked his cock. Like I've said before, I love him giving my nipples attention and his own cock at the same time. For some reason, I love seeing a guy stroke his hardness while I watch -- almost as though, I COULD be doing it, but I'm not and he is... something in that just hits the right chord with me.
I went back to sucking his cock; we alternated somewhat between my nipples getting attention and his cock getting attention. Eventually my mouth tired out and he jerked himself to near completion and then I deep-throated him and allowed my throat muscles to milk the cum down into my stomach.
He has a new addiction -- cumming while deep in my throat.
We sat and chatted for a bit -- I think my daughter woke up for some in here and I had to go settle her down again. When I came out, he'd put his pants back on and was lounging in my favourite corner of my couch... (I kinda like walking into the living room and seeing him there..) We talked and he talked about how tired he was and we noted it was nearing 12:30 in the morning ...
I wish I'd written this addition to the story right away, because for some reason I can't recall exactly what it is we spoke of just as he was about to leave. But his cock responded inside his jeans almost immediately. And instead of him standing to leave, he stood to lower them and I sucked his cock back into my mouth.
He got to cum down my throat for a second time, now completely spent.
He left and I haven't talked to him since. I wonder if he'll be coming over tomorrow for another 24 experience. We missed it last time, but I'd still like a repeat of watching Keifer and sucking cock.
Wednesday, May 3, 2006
Ninth - "he came back again and again and again .. and .. again?!"
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Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Eighth - "I never thought I'd be making this addition!"
The next saga... Tuesday morning.
We'd been in contact on and off for the last year. He came by my place once, so I could give him "the bottle" (an inside joke, of sorts, about a Gatorade bottle) and I literally had to sit on my hands to keep from touching him. If anything was going to happen, it had to come from him, because he was the one with a reason not to -- his girlfriend. We chatted in his car, in my drive-way, for maybe a half hour and I think had I stayed in that car a minute longer, we might very well have ended up crossing that line. But I could tell even though his body-language said he wanted to, his heart said he didn't want to. I leaned over and kissed him hard on the mouth, quickly -- he didn't really return it, likely too shocked it had even happened, and in the same motion that I pulled back, I opened the car door and exited the vehicle. He drove away and we were both sure this was the end to our playing with fire.
This was back in November of '05 maybe?
Recently, we'd been talking online a bit and he had mentioned that his girl wasn't likely to ever give him head and that he missed it so much. I, of course, said he knew where he could come get it any time he wanted. He complained that she'd been through a lot of emotional stuff lately and that he hadn't even had any form of sex in a while. I thought to myself that the relationship must be strong for him to last through the denial of services, and I felt guilt as I told him, again, he knew where he could get it.
My reactions to this guy confuse me a little. I know I harbor feelings of some form for him -- I was ready to date him happily a year ago. I know that will never happen and I hold no illusions of "one day!" .. but the fact of my life is -- I don't cheat. I don't mess around with married men and I don't mess around with people in non-open relationships. So why am I so ready to do it with this one? Is it just because we have a history together? I think somehow it's more than that. The sex between him and I is mind-blowing. No one eats my ass the way he does, with such vigor. No one fucks my ass as good as he does. Oh ghawd it is GOOD. And I have never enjoyed sucking a cock as much as his. I mean, really and truly, in all the relationships -- emotional or physical, I have never ever enjoyed sucking a cock as much as I enjoy his. His cock is the perfect size and shape. I love the way it feels in my mouth. I love the way he responds to my ministrations, and I love above LOVE looking up and seeing him smile as he watches me flickering the tip of my tongue across the head of his cock. If I never sucked another cock but his for the rest of my life, I'd be happy.
Which leads me up to the recent events.
He msg'd me last night online, with comments about needing a blowjob and I told him to come over tonight and he said he would. This morning he got online and I told him I had an hour and a half free in a little bit, and he could come today AND tonight. He said he'd be here.
I was nervous, but excited.
I have been waiting a year for this to happen. I have wanted his cock for a year. I never ever thought I'd get to wrap my lips around it again. I was wrong.
He showed up at my place at the appointed time and I lead him into the livingroom. I could tell he was nervous, but almost immediately my hand flew to his cock. I didn't want him here for friendly conversation, I knew exactly what he was here for. I told him to sit and I rubbed his cock through his jeans and made sexy eyes at him. He told me he'd forgotten how sexy I was and I loved it. He was already getting hard and I bent forward and bit at his cock through his jeans, he groaned, he loved it. I asked him to let me in and that was all it took for his jeans and boxers to be history.
I started at his balls and suckled them into my mouth, swirling my tongue around. I moved upwards slightly and nipped and sucked at the base of his hardness. I ran my tongue lazily along the length of his cock. I wasn't quite ready to slide him into my mouth; that could wait a bit. I licked and flickered my tongue all over his hard cock. I looked up at him as he moaned his approval. I love this cock. I had missed it more than I could ever have the words to express.
Slowly I slid him into my mouth, making eye contact with him. He has always been a considerate partner and held my hair out of my face so he could watch me swallow his cock deep. I bobbed my head and swished my tongue and I knew it was exactly what he'd been missing.
I continued sucking his cock, running my hand up and down the base, letting my saliva drool all down his length, wetting him and slicking him up for something new. Although I've given him many blowjobs in the past, I had a new trick for him. Like I've mentioned before in this story, his cock has a wicked curve to it and I've always had trouble getting it down my throat. Last night I had a new partner who helped me lose most of my gag-reflex and today I was going to put it to the test. I buried my face into his crotch, his cock, curve and all, sliding deep into my throat. He moaned in a way I hadn't heard before. I knew he appreciated the new-found skill and I knew he wanted more!!
This went on for a half hour. I sucked and teased and licked and deep-throated his cock. I loved it. I was impressed that he didn't cum. He said he didn't want it to end. Neither did I!
Around this point, he started playing with my breasts through my shirt. After some more attention to his cock, he pushed me back slightly and helped me out of my shirt -- I had still been fully clothed. He immediately went to my breasts, suckling my nipples. I loved it. I love looking down and seeing his mouth on my breasts. I jerked his cock for him while he played with my breasts. I bent down and wet his cock and then wrapped my ample cleavage around his cock and slid up and down a few times. I'm never sure what titty-fucking feels like to guys and I never get any kind of pleasure from it, so it isn't something I continued for long. I went back to sucking his cock and we alternated between me giving him head and him playing with my breasts.
After a bit more of this he pushed me back again and told me to stand up. He told me to turn around. He pulled my pants down and I kicked them off. He told me to bend over. I saw him wrap his hand around his cock and I bent over and he buried his tongue in my sweet ass. Oh my ghawd. Oh wow!
Nothing ever feels as good as his tongue in my ass. He jerked his cock and tongued my ass and I moaned and groaned my approval. I loved it. I could hardly take it. His tongue felt divine, flickering at my asshole. He let go of his cock and spread my ass cheeks further and really went at it. I was feeling light-headed and fell forward further, out of breath.
"I shouldn't have done that," he said.
He was probably right. He asked if I was going to make him cum now. I told him he could cum in my ass. In the same breath he told me I was a terrible influence on him, he asked me where the lube was. I raced to my backpack and grabbed it.
He lubed up his cock and then lubed up my ass, sliding first one and then a second finger into me. I love the way he fingers my ass. I could let him do that all day. I could suck his cock all day, but the way he plays with my ass, with his tongue or his fingers, makes me forget all about his cock. I didn't want to forget this time and I told him to fuck my ass. He obliged.
He gripped his cock with one hand and slid it deep into my ass, just slow enough to allow me to get accustomed to it. Then he gave me a few full strokes before pulling out and ramming it into my ass. He fucks my ass so fast. I love it, I love how long he lasts. I love his balls swinging and hitting my sopping wet pussy as his cock slides into my ass.
He fucked me hard into the ground before he came in my ass. He stayed joined with my ass perfectly so. My muscles flexed around his softening cock. Almost a full minute he stayed, just like he should. Guys pulling out right after they cum is the worst. I love that full feeling. I loved his cock in my ass, even if it wasn't stroking it.
He finally pulled out and headed to the bathroom.
Unfortunately, this is where everything turned sour.
He stayed in the bathroom cleaning up for several minutes, with the door closed. I slipped my panties and shirt back on. When he came out I asked him what time he would be back tonight? I wanted him to know that I loved it and that I wanted more.
I already knew from the look on his face as the words tumbled out of his mouth.
"This was a mistake."
As he dressed he spoke, more to himself, declaring his official title as an asshole. He said he was going to leave and I let him. I didn't know what to say. It is his life, his guilt, his choices. He walked to the door, I walked him there and he left.
I had to get dressed and go pick my daughter up from school.
When I got home and she was napping, I decided to write him an email before sitting down to write this story.
I'm going to attach an exact copy of that email to the bottom of this story. Tell me if you agree with me or not.
From : Shiloh Jennings [ytrbt@hotmail.com]
Sent : April 25, 2006 1:03:53 PM
To : xxxxxxx@hotmail.com
Subject : Today.
y'know .. I've been thinking, about your moral issue and guilt... because, of course, I'm not inhuman, and if you're upset, then I care. I look at it like this... I tried to get you off for a good half hour w/ my mouth and I was tired at that point... I let you take any further steps beyond head if that was where you wanted to go, and you did -- you removed my shirt, you removed my pants.. and you, in the same breath as saying "you're an evil influence on me." said "where's the lube?" .... HOWEVER! all that being what it is -- I'm not trying to make you feel MORE guilty, the point of this is ...
its just sex.
you know me. we have a history together. you already know you're not going to suddenly fall in love with me. you were able to deny the amazing sex we have together for a year, so you know if you have to, you can... but why should you? it is safe fun. there is no chance you'll up and leave your girl for me, because all you have with me is sex, not whatever connection you have with her. It isn't a blurred edge between getting head and fucking -- there just isn't any line to cross -- it's all some form of sex. she doesn't want to ever find out about the head, so she wouldn't ever find out about the sex. she's given you permission to go seek the head -- so I think you should. and I think you should with me. and often.
like I said -- it's not like I'm a risk -- that's where the major guilt generally lies in "cheating" .. that the original relationship will be left for the new-found partner. that's not an issue between us because you're not interested in me for more than sex -- and I am okay with that.
so why feel guilty? .. there's no moral issue about it -- when you are being denied at home, you should be able to seek it elsewhere, and I welcome you to receive it from me whenever you like, so long as it won't ever be found out by your girl.
no?
oh well. That's it. I guess I'll see if he responds. If there is more to this story, be sure you'll hear about it!! :)
I LOVED his cock today! YUM! I'm only mildly sad he didn't get to cum down my throat. :) :)
We'd been in contact on and off for the last year. He came by my place once, so I could give him "the bottle" (an inside joke, of sorts, about a Gatorade bottle) and I literally had to sit on my hands to keep from touching him. If anything was going to happen, it had to come from him, because he was the one with a reason not to -- his girlfriend. We chatted in his car, in my drive-way, for maybe a half hour and I think had I stayed in that car a minute longer, we might very well have ended up crossing that line. But I could tell even though his body-language said he wanted to, his heart said he didn't want to. I leaned over and kissed him hard on the mouth, quickly -- he didn't really return it, likely too shocked it had even happened, and in the same motion that I pulled back, I opened the car door and exited the vehicle. He drove away and we were both sure this was the end to our playing with fire.
This was back in November of '05 maybe?
Recently, we'd been talking online a bit and he had mentioned that his girl wasn't likely to ever give him head and that he missed it so much. I, of course, said he knew where he could come get it any time he wanted. He complained that she'd been through a lot of emotional stuff lately and that he hadn't even had any form of sex in a while. I thought to myself that the relationship must be strong for him to last through the denial of services, and I felt guilt as I told him, again, he knew where he could get it.
My reactions to this guy confuse me a little. I know I harbor feelings of some form for him -- I was ready to date him happily a year ago. I know that will never happen and I hold no illusions of "one day!" .. but the fact of my life is -- I don't cheat. I don't mess around with married men and I don't mess around with people in non-open relationships. So why am I so ready to do it with this one? Is it just because we have a history together? I think somehow it's more than that. The sex between him and I is mind-blowing. No one eats my ass the way he does, with such vigor. No one fucks my ass as good as he does. Oh ghawd it is GOOD. And I have never enjoyed sucking a cock as much as his. I mean, really and truly, in all the relationships -- emotional or physical, I have never ever enjoyed sucking a cock as much as I enjoy his. His cock is the perfect size and shape. I love the way it feels in my mouth. I love the way he responds to my ministrations, and I love above LOVE looking up and seeing him smile as he watches me flickering the tip of my tongue across the head of his cock. If I never sucked another cock but his for the rest of my life, I'd be happy.
Which leads me up to the recent events.
He msg'd me last night online, with comments about needing a blowjob and I told him to come over tonight and he said he would. This morning he got online and I told him I had an hour and a half free in a little bit, and he could come today AND tonight. He said he'd be here.
I was nervous, but excited.
I have been waiting a year for this to happen. I have wanted his cock for a year. I never ever thought I'd get to wrap my lips around it again. I was wrong.
He showed up at my place at the appointed time and I lead him into the livingroom. I could tell he was nervous, but almost immediately my hand flew to his cock. I didn't want him here for friendly conversation, I knew exactly what he was here for. I told him to sit and I rubbed his cock through his jeans and made sexy eyes at him. He told me he'd forgotten how sexy I was and I loved it. He was already getting hard and I bent forward and bit at his cock through his jeans, he groaned, he loved it. I asked him to let me in and that was all it took for his jeans and boxers to be history.
I started at his balls and suckled them into my mouth, swirling my tongue around. I moved upwards slightly and nipped and sucked at the base of his hardness. I ran my tongue lazily along the length of his cock. I wasn't quite ready to slide him into my mouth; that could wait a bit. I licked and flickered my tongue all over his hard cock. I looked up at him as he moaned his approval. I love this cock. I had missed it more than I could ever have the words to express.
Slowly I slid him into my mouth, making eye contact with him. He has always been a considerate partner and held my hair out of my face so he could watch me swallow his cock deep. I bobbed my head and swished my tongue and I knew it was exactly what he'd been missing.
I continued sucking his cock, running my hand up and down the base, letting my saliva drool all down his length, wetting him and slicking him up for something new. Although I've given him many blowjobs in the past, I had a new trick for him. Like I've mentioned before in this story, his cock has a wicked curve to it and I've always had trouble getting it down my throat. Last night I had a new partner who helped me lose most of my gag-reflex and today I was going to put it to the test. I buried my face into his crotch, his cock, curve and all, sliding deep into my throat. He moaned in a way I hadn't heard before. I knew he appreciated the new-found skill and I knew he wanted more!!
This went on for a half hour. I sucked and teased and licked and deep-throated his cock. I loved it. I was impressed that he didn't cum. He said he didn't want it to end. Neither did I!
Around this point, he started playing with my breasts through my shirt. After some more attention to his cock, he pushed me back slightly and helped me out of my shirt -- I had still been fully clothed. He immediately went to my breasts, suckling my nipples. I loved it. I love looking down and seeing his mouth on my breasts. I jerked his cock for him while he played with my breasts. I bent down and wet his cock and then wrapped my ample cleavage around his cock and slid up and down a few times. I'm never sure what titty-fucking feels like to guys and I never get any kind of pleasure from it, so it isn't something I continued for long. I went back to sucking his cock and we alternated between me giving him head and him playing with my breasts.
After a bit more of this he pushed me back again and told me to stand up. He told me to turn around. He pulled my pants down and I kicked them off. He told me to bend over. I saw him wrap his hand around his cock and I bent over and he buried his tongue in my sweet ass. Oh my ghawd. Oh wow!
Nothing ever feels as good as his tongue in my ass. He jerked his cock and tongued my ass and I moaned and groaned my approval. I loved it. I could hardly take it. His tongue felt divine, flickering at my asshole. He let go of his cock and spread my ass cheeks further and really went at it. I was feeling light-headed and fell forward further, out of breath.
"I shouldn't have done that," he said.
He was probably right. He asked if I was going to make him cum now. I told him he could cum in my ass. In the same breath he told me I was a terrible influence on him, he asked me where the lube was. I raced to my backpack and grabbed it.
He lubed up his cock and then lubed up my ass, sliding first one and then a second finger into me. I love the way he fingers my ass. I could let him do that all day. I could suck his cock all day, but the way he plays with my ass, with his tongue or his fingers, makes me forget all about his cock. I didn't want to forget this time and I told him to fuck my ass. He obliged.
He gripped his cock with one hand and slid it deep into my ass, just slow enough to allow me to get accustomed to it. Then he gave me a few full strokes before pulling out and ramming it into my ass. He fucks my ass so fast. I love it, I love how long he lasts. I love his balls swinging and hitting my sopping wet pussy as his cock slides into my ass.
He fucked me hard into the ground before he came in my ass. He stayed joined with my ass perfectly so. My muscles flexed around his softening cock. Almost a full minute he stayed, just like he should. Guys pulling out right after they cum is the worst. I love that full feeling. I loved his cock in my ass, even if it wasn't stroking it.
He finally pulled out and headed to the bathroom.
Unfortunately, this is where everything turned sour.
He stayed in the bathroom cleaning up for several minutes, with the door closed. I slipped my panties and shirt back on. When he came out I asked him what time he would be back tonight? I wanted him to know that I loved it and that I wanted more.
I already knew from the look on his face as the words tumbled out of his mouth.
"This was a mistake."
As he dressed he spoke, more to himself, declaring his official title as an asshole. He said he was going to leave and I let him. I didn't know what to say. It is his life, his guilt, his choices. He walked to the door, I walked him there and he left.
I had to get dressed and go pick my daughter up from school.
When I got home and she was napping, I decided to write him an email before sitting down to write this story.
I'm going to attach an exact copy of that email to the bottom of this story. Tell me if you agree with me or not.
From : Shiloh Jennings [ytrbt@hotmail.com]
Sent : April 25, 2006 1:03:53 PM
To : xxxxxxx@hotmail.com
Subject : Today.
y'know .. I've been thinking, about your moral issue and guilt... because, of course, I'm not inhuman, and if you're upset, then I care. I look at it like this... I tried to get you off for a good half hour w/ my mouth and I was tired at that point... I let you take any further steps beyond head if that was where you wanted to go, and you did -- you removed my shirt, you removed my pants.. and you, in the same breath as saying "you're an evil influence on me." said "where's the lube?" .... HOWEVER! all that being what it is -- I'm not trying to make you feel MORE guilty, the point of this is ...
its just sex.
you know me. we have a history together. you already know you're not going to suddenly fall in love with me. you were able to deny the amazing sex we have together for a year, so you know if you have to, you can... but why should you? it is safe fun. there is no chance you'll up and leave your girl for me, because all you have with me is sex, not whatever connection you have with her. It isn't a blurred edge between getting head and fucking -- there just isn't any line to cross -- it's all some form of sex. she doesn't want to ever find out about the head, so she wouldn't ever find out about the sex. she's given you permission to go seek the head -- so I think you should. and I think you should with me. and often.
like I said -- it's not like I'm a risk -- that's where the major guilt generally lies in "cheating" .. that the original relationship will be left for the new-found partner. that's not an issue between us because you're not interested in me for more than sex -- and I am okay with that.
so why feel guilty? .. there's no moral issue about it -- when you are being denied at home, you should be able to seek it elsewhere, and I welcome you to receive it from me whenever you like, so long as it won't ever be found out by your girl.
no?
oh well. That's it. I guess I'll see if he responds. If there is more to this story, be sure you'll hear about it!! :)
I LOVED his cock today! YUM! I'm only mildly sad he didn't get to cum down my throat. :) :)
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Seventh and last "He won't be coming back."
Many times throughout my life the fates have seen fit to smile down
upon me. But just as many times they have chosen to point and laugh and
laugh and laugh!
It seems, every time I think I've somehow cheated the lines of chaos -- the lines that say nothing is ever really as good as it seems, it comes right back and bites me in the butt, and not in a sensual sort of way!
I thought I had found a local fuck buddy. Or better yet, I thought he would actually be a true "friend with benefits". We got along well, both in the bedroom and out. We had strange things in common and we both were enthusiastic about our enjoyment of each others bodies and skills.
But of course, I speak of this in the past-tense, since we no longer share any of this.
He has moved on.
Apparently, my lifestyle is not something he wants to be a part of. Apparently he can't see himself in a purely sexual relationship.
sigh
I didn't think it WAS purely sexual -- I thought there was a hell of a lot more there than just sex. I was enjoying every aspect of our interactions, so much so that the sex almost seemed like a mere bonus to the friendship I thought was forming.
I guess I was wrong. I guess the sisters of Fate cut short my happiness as easily as a warm knife slices butter.
And to top matters off and make them worse, after two weeks of self-loathing and self-pity, I've met someone else. Someone new. Someone exciting and thrilling and very very stimulating.
This sounds good, you say. How does this make matters worse?
Because Fate is still having a nice chuckle at me.
He lives on the other side of the country from me. This is a big country. He is married with children. And I have morals and scruples that get in the way of that sort of thing.
So I guess I just enjoy the aspects of our conversations that I can get away with from this distance. And bite my tongue when it comes to the other emotions I feel forming in the pit of my stomach and the slick juices that coat the inner of my thighs when I look at his pictures.
Although, a good thing has come from this meeting of the minds -- I feel like my creative energy is coursing my body again and feel very inspired to write poetry again!
So, not all is bad in the world of me! Maybe Fate has something else in store behind all that laughter, after all!
It seems, every time I think I've somehow cheated the lines of chaos -- the lines that say nothing is ever really as good as it seems, it comes right back and bites me in the butt, and not in a sensual sort of way!
I thought I had found a local fuck buddy. Or better yet, I thought he would actually be a true "friend with benefits". We got along well, both in the bedroom and out. We had strange things in common and we both were enthusiastic about our enjoyment of each others bodies and skills.
But of course, I speak of this in the past-tense, since we no longer share any of this.
He has moved on.
Apparently, my lifestyle is not something he wants to be a part of. Apparently he can't see himself in a purely sexual relationship.
sigh
I didn't think it WAS purely sexual -- I thought there was a hell of a lot more there than just sex. I was enjoying every aspect of our interactions, so much so that the sex almost seemed like a mere bonus to the friendship I thought was forming.
I guess I was wrong. I guess the sisters of Fate cut short my happiness as easily as a warm knife slices butter.
And to top matters off and make them worse, after two weeks of self-loathing and self-pity, I've met someone else. Someone new. Someone exciting and thrilling and very very stimulating.
This sounds good, you say. How does this make matters worse?
Because Fate is still having a nice chuckle at me.
He lives on the other side of the country from me. This is a big country. He is married with children. And I have morals and scruples that get in the way of that sort of thing.
So I guess I just enjoy the aspects of our conversations that I can get away with from this distance. And bite my tongue when it comes to the other emotions I feel forming in the pit of my stomach and the slick juices that coat the inner of my thighs when I look at his pictures.
Although, a good thing has come from this meeting of the minds -- I feel like my creative energy is coursing my body again and feel very inspired to write poetry again!
So, not all is bad in the world of me! Maybe Fate has something else in store behind all that laughter, after all!
Monday, March 7, 2005
Sixth - "He rocks my world again and again."
This is the next in the series of stories, "He came back!", "He left
again.. but not for long!", "He makes me cum", "He still helps me cum!",
and "He surprises me by coming!" You may find it makes more sense by
reading the preceding episodes.
Mildly foiled by child-care woes, it was a little over an hour later than we had expected to start the evening, when finally I called and asked him to come pick me up. Of course, living in a small town where there is nothing to do on weekends, all four of our seedy and seedier motels had No Vacancy by the time we tried to check in. Not to be stopped so easily, we headed down to the city and checked into the closest Motel 6. Four walls and a bed. That's all we required.
The moment the door was closed, he had me bent over the end of the bed and ground his crotch into my behind. Seconds later, my pants and undies were gone, I was pushed up the bed and his tongue was happily home, burried deep into my ass. Oh my ghawd! Being on a bed, with him behind me, tonguing my bottom, was pure heaven.
He quickly sunk several of his fingers into my dripping wet pussy. I had been waiting for this day all week and my pussy was quivering with excitement. Every stroke of his tongue, matched by his fingers was sending me into waves of pure pleasure. But I wasn't going to cum that easily.
"Are you holding out on me?" he asked. I was! I had been waiting for this day more than just all week -- I had been waiting three weeks for it. When I came, I was going to have a mind-blowing orgasm.
He lost his clothes and I lost what little I had left, and flipped over so we could fuck face to face. Mostly, I've always liked it "doggy style" because I love the way it feels and how hard it can be and the sway of a man's ballsack as he pounds into me and it crashes against my clit. But fucking in missionary, or with my legs up on his shoulders, was still incredible. Looking into his eyes (when I could open mine!) and seeing his facial expressions as he pounded his hard cock into my tight, wet pussy.
His stamina was incredible. He fucked me over and over again, as we changed positions and rolled around on the bed. He smacked my ass and bit my nipples and I came and I came and I came. But not the orgasm I knew was on the horizon.
Unfortunately, my ass was too sore (maybe from all the fingering and fucking during the week?) for anal sex, which, although was a disappointment to both of us, was not, by any means, a damper for the fun to be had this eve!
Instead of my ass, I wrapped my mouth around his hardness and sucked him deep, flickering my tongue around the head of his cock. I slid my hand up and down his length, licking and sucking as I went. I could suck his cock forever. His cock is perfect for my mouth, almost as perfect as it is for my ass. I know he would let me suck his cock forever. He groaned and spoke his approval as I flickered my pierced tongue across the sensitive underside of his cock. I worked my way down and enveloped his balls with my hot mouth, jacking my hand up and down his cock as I went.
He truly was a machine this night, and even with all my attention, he still wasn't going to fill my mouth with his load. He took over my job with his own hand and I suggested he should cum on my ass. He stood at the side of the bed and jerked his load all across my ass and up my back, before smoothing it into my skin with his hand. It had been a long time since someone came on me, rather than in me and I loved the feeling of his hot cum as it spurted across my body.
We spent part of the night laying in each others arms, talking and caressing each others bodies. Sharing our thoughts on "Life, the Universe and Everything" and especially forty-two. I'm almost torn to say whether it was the conversation that was better or the sex, but thankfully I don't have to make that choice -- he comes well equipped in both areas.
My hand always seemed to find its way back to his cock and was soon followed by my mouth. His cock is beautiful. He is uncut -- I don't have a huge amount of experience with un-cut cocks, but they tend to be more sensitive, and I think he is a good example of this. He is the perfect size, in my mind. Not too big, not too small, exactly right for all my holes. His cock has a slight curve to the side, which can make deep-throating him while he is fully hard almost impossible, but when he slides his cock in my ass or my pussy, that curve feels perfect in every way. There is nothing I would change about his cock and least of all the way he uses it on me.
As I write this story, it is Monday morning. It has been a tiring weekend and I feel a little out of it. I'm having a hard time remembering all of Friday in any sort of chronological order. I know to most readers it won't matter, but I know _he_ will be reading this, too, so I wanted to let it be known that the night was so incredible and so full of fucking and sucking, that I'm just not sure what came after which cum!
At some point I decided maybe it would be okay for him to suck my pussy. I've never been one to really enjoy being eaten out. I love to lick pussy, but I'd just never been big on receiving it. With this guy, however, I wanted to experience it all.
He dipped his head down between my legs and right away I knew I'd made the right decision. His tongue felt wonderful as it hit my clit. He worked his way around my pussy and ate me like a pro. I was surprised just how much I enjoyed it. I was wet beyond anything I could have imagined. He started to finger me, while he licked me. He had up to four fingers in me. I knew then that I wanted him to try something I had never experienced before. I asked him if he would try to fist me. He pushed his fist against my opening, I was wet and I was open. I pulled my lips out with my own hands and concentrated on relaxing. He twisted his hand into my pussy. He was in. It was the tightest, most full feeling I had ever felt. It was incredible. I couldn't believe he had his whole fist, up to the wrist, inside my wet pussy. There wasn't a lot of movement, it was so tight. He attacked my clit again with his mouth and I had that orgasm I knew I had been waiting for. He stayed inside my pussy while I climbed back down to reality and then he ever so slowly pulled his fist from me.
I have never felt so stretched in all my life.
I loved it!
We cuddled up and fell asleep. I've always had a weird thing about not sleeping unless I put my undies back on. With him, I didn't need to. I woke in the middle of the night with a very cold bum. He's a cover-stealer! :) But I snuggled my cold bum right back up against his warm body, stole some covers back, and went to sleep again.
When morning was fully upon us, I slipped those covers down his body and slurped his cock into my mouth. I sucked his cock until it was hard and filled my mouth. He woke with a smile. Just the way I wanted him to.
We fucked and sucked some more and then dipped into the shower together. Have I mentioned before that he has the most incredibly bright blue eyes? He looked simply divine with water dripping across his flesh, pressed up against my body.
It was likely the greatest sexual night of my life. We broke new barriers of pleasure for myself. My body felt used and abused -- but in a great way! I could hardly contain the tiny orgasms that were still rippling their way through every particle of my being. I didn't want to leave. We had a 30 minute drive back to our town. It would end much too soon. The vibrations of the car on my crotch as we drove was a whole new sensation. Being stretched as wide and full as I had been by his fist was something I would think about every time I walked for the next 48 hours.
We parted ways at my vehicle and he headed back down to the city to spend the remainder of the weekend with friends. We haven't spoken yet this week. I am looking forward to the next time we can get together. My ass feels empty without his tongue.
Mildly foiled by child-care woes, it was a little over an hour later than we had expected to start the evening, when finally I called and asked him to come pick me up. Of course, living in a small town where there is nothing to do on weekends, all four of our seedy and seedier motels had No Vacancy by the time we tried to check in. Not to be stopped so easily, we headed down to the city and checked into the closest Motel 6. Four walls and a bed. That's all we required.
The moment the door was closed, he had me bent over the end of the bed and ground his crotch into my behind. Seconds later, my pants and undies were gone, I was pushed up the bed and his tongue was happily home, burried deep into my ass. Oh my ghawd! Being on a bed, with him behind me, tonguing my bottom, was pure heaven.
He quickly sunk several of his fingers into my dripping wet pussy. I had been waiting for this day all week and my pussy was quivering with excitement. Every stroke of his tongue, matched by his fingers was sending me into waves of pure pleasure. But I wasn't going to cum that easily.
"Are you holding out on me?" he asked. I was! I had been waiting for this day more than just all week -- I had been waiting three weeks for it. When I came, I was going to have a mind-blowing orgasm.
He lost his clothes and I lost what little I had left, and flipped over so we could fuck face to face. Mostly, I've always liked it "doggy style" because I love the way it feels and how hard it can be and the sway of a man's ballsack as he pounds into me and it crashes against my clit. But fucking in missionary, or with my legs up on his shoulders, was still incredible. Looking into his eyes (when I could open mine!) and seeing his facial expressions as he pounded his hard cock into my tight, wet pussy.
His stamina was incredible. He fucked me over and over again, as we changed positions and rolled around on the bed. He smacked my ass and bit my nipples and I came and I came and I came. But not the orgasm I knew was on the horizon.
Unfortunately, my ass was too sore (maybe from all the fingering and fucking during the week?) for anal sex, which, although was a disappointment to both of us, was not, by any means, a damper for the fun to be had this eve!
Instead of my ass, I wrapped my mouth around his hardness and sucked him deep, flickering my tongue around the head of his cock. I slid my hand up and down his length, licking and sucking as I went. I could suck his cock forever. His cock is perfect for my mouth, almost as perfect as it is for my ass. I know he would let me suck his cock forever. He groaned and spoke his approval as I flickered my pierced tongue across the sensitive underside of his cock. I worked my way down and enveloped his balls with my hot mouth, jacking my hand up and down his cock as I went.
He truly was a machine this night, and even with all my attention, he still wasn't going to fill my mouth with his load. He took over my job with his own hand and I suggested he should cum on my ass. He stood at the side of the bed and jerked his load all across my ass and up my back, before smoothing it into my skin with his hand. It had been a long time since someone came on me, rather than in me and I loved the feeling of his hot cum as it spurted across my body.
We spent part of the night laying in each others arms, talking and caressing each others bodies. Sharing our thoughts on "Life, the Universe and Everything" and especially forty-two. I'm almost torn to say whether it was the conversation that was better or the sex, but thankfully I don't have to make that choice -- he comes well equipped in both areas.
My hand always seemed to find its way back to his cock and was soon followed by my mouth. His cock is beautiful. He is uncut -- I don't have a huge amount of experience with un-cut cocks, but they tend to be more sensitive, and I think he is a good example of this. He is the perfect size, in my mind. Not too big, not too small, exactly right for all my holes. His cock has a slight curve to the side, which can make deep-throating him while he is fully hard almost impossible, but when he slides his cock in my ass or my pussy, that curve feels perfect in every way. There is nothing I would change about his cock and least of all the way he uses it on me.
As I write this story, it is Monday morning. It has been a tiring weekend and I feel a little out of it. I'm having a hard time remembering all of Friday in any sort of chronological order. I know to most readers it won't matter, but I know _he_ will be reading this, too, so I wanted to let it be known that the night was so incredible and so full of fucking and sucking, that I'm just not sure what came after which cum!
At some point I decided maybe it would be okay for him to suck my pussy. I've never been one to really enjoy being eaten out. I love to lick pussy, but I'd just never been big on receiving it. With this guy, however, I wanted to experience it all.
He dipped his head down between my legs and right away I knew I'd made the right decision. His tongue felt wonderful as it hit my clit. He worked his way around my pussy and ate me like a pro. I was surprised just how much I enjoyed it. I was wet beyond anything I could have imagined. He started to finger me, while he licked me. He had up to four fingers in me. I knew then that I wanted him to try something I had never experienced before. I asked him if he would try to fist me. He pushed his fist against my opening, I was wet and I was open. I pulled my lips out with my own hands and concentrated on relaxing. He twisted his hand into my pussy. He was in. It was the tightest, most full feeling I had ever felt. It was incredible. I couldn't believe he had his whole fist, up to the wrist, inside my wet pussy. There wasn't a lot of movement, it was so tight. He attacked my clit again with his mouth and I had that orgasm I knew I had been waiting for. He stayed inside my pussy while I climbed back down to reality and then he ever so slowly pulled his fist from me.
I have never felt so stretched in all my life.
I loved it!
We cuddled up and fell asleep. I've always had a weird thing about not sleeping unless I put my undies back on. With him, I didn't need to. I woke in the middle of the night with a very cold bum. He's a cover-stealer! :) But I snuggled my cold bum right back up against his warm body, stole some covers back, and went to sleep again.
When morning was fully upon us, I slipped those covers down his body and slurped his cock into my mouth. I sucked his cock until it was hard and filled my mouth. He woke with a smile. Just the way I wanted him to.
We fucked and sucked some more and then dipped into the shower together. Have I mentioned before that he has the most incredibly bright blue eyes? He looked simply divine with water dripping across his flesh, pressed up against my body.
It was likely the greatest sexual night of my life. We broke new barriers of pleasure for myself. My body felt used and abused -- but in a great way! I could hardly contain the tiny orgasms that were still rippling their way through every particle of my being. I didn't want to leave. We had a 30 minute drive back to our town. It would end much too soon. The vibrations of the car on my crotch as we drove was a whole new sensation. Being stretched as wide and full as I had been by his fist was something I would think about every time I walked for the next 48 hours.
We parted ways at my vehicle and he headed back down to the city to spend the remainder of the weekend with friends. We haven't spoken yet this week. I am looking forward to the next time we can get together. My ass feels empty without his tongue.
Sunday, March 6, 2005
Fifth - "He surprises me by coming!"
For those who have been reading, this is in relation to the "He came
back!" series -- any of my stories posted under the category Erotic
Stories are pertaining to this sexual relationship.
Thursday night we weren't supposed to get together. He went down to the city to spend time with his friend and I had errands to do. I had previously that day posted an article about the fun I had by myself, knowing he wouldn't be around that night. But to my surprise (and good fortune!) just after midnight, my phone rang and he was on his way back to town and wondered if he should stop by.
Of course he should stop by! We were both tired and weren't likely to fool around, but we still wanted to see each other. It had been an intense week, why break our record of seeing each other every night.
So he pulled into my driveway and I got into his car. Immediately the sparks flew. The sexual energy between the two of us is always at its highest possible levels.
We snuck off to a secluded area of town and parked the car. (I won't give you too much detail! If you're local, I really don't need you coming to watch us! We've had a hard enough time finding a place, especially during the day -- so if any of you ARE local and _know_ of a great place to park .. please feel free to share the wealth!)
At first we just kissed and slipped our seats back and lay comfortably to talk. Apparently his friend and he had ended up at a strip club and there had been some minor discussion of events of the week past. Apparently, a certain position taken by one of the girls on stage had made my partner think about trying something new with me and another girl. Apparently this got him rather hot.
Hearing about it was getting me rather hot, too!
Quicker than quick, I was flipped over in that seat and his tongue was buried in my ass. There will never be words. The sensation of his hands spreading my cheeks and his tongue slipping into my darkest hole has me dripping wet in an instant.
He slipped his fingers in me. He spread my pussy while he tongued my ass. Soon, he was fingering my ass, too. I was rocking my hips and pushing back against his hand.
I needed his cock. We weren't supposed to be doing this tonight -- we were both too tired. We wanted to save our energy for tomorrow night. But I could hold out no longer!
"Are you going to put your cock in my ass?" I panted at him.
To which he replied - "I thought you'd never ask."
He got out the lube (which I had conveniently seen fit to gift his car earlier that week) and made my ass and his cock just the right amount of slick.
He pressed the head against my hole and with just enough resistance, slid right in. I moaned loudly. His cock was designed for my asshole. His cock felt perfect inside of me. I think I came immediately. But I held on for the ride.
Like I said, we were both tired. It didn't take him long to cum, it wasn't too quick, either - but I was right there with him again. It was beautiful and hot and it was just what we both needed.
It had been a long day for both of us. He lay inside my ass for a moment longer, not wanting to part any more than I wanted him to, but it was cramped quarters in the car, and we soon were both adjusting our clothes.
We talked and kissed for a little more, but it was by this time 2 in the morning and we both had early starts to our day. There were now less than 18 hours separating us from our Friday evening together. We were both excited.
As he dropped me back at my house, I kissed him again and went inside, knowing the next time I saw him, we would not be heading for a repeat performance of every night this week -- we would be heading for a real bed and hours upon hours of hot, loud, sweaty fucking!
Thursday night we weren't supposed to get together. He went down to the city to spend time with his friend and I had errands to do. I had previously that day posted an article about the fun I had by myself, knowing he wouldn't be around that night. But to my surprise (and good fortune!) just after midnight, my phone rang and he was on his way back to town and wondered if he should stop by.
Of course he should stop by! We were both tired and weren't likely to fool around, but we still wanted to see each other. It had been an intense week, why break our record of seeing each other every night.
So he pulled into my driveway and I got into his car. Immediately the sparks flew. The sexual energy between the two of us is always at its highest possible levels.
We snuck off to a secluded area of town and parked the car. (I won't give you too much detail! If you're local, I really don't need you coming to watch us! We've had a hard enough time finding a place, especially during the day -- so if any of you ARE local and _know_ of a great place to park .. please feel free to share the wealth!)
At first we just kissed and slipped our seats back and lay comfortably to talk. Apparently his friend and he had ended up at a strip club and there had been some minor discussion of events of the week past. Apparently, a certain position taken by one of the girls on stage had made my partner think about trying something new with me and another girl. Apparently this got him rather hot.
Hearing about it was getting me rather hot, too!
Quicker than quick, I was flipped over in that seat and his tongue was buried in my ass. There will never be words. The sensation of his hands spreading my cheeks and his tongue slipping into my darkest hole has me dripping wet in an instant.
He slipped his fingers in me. He spread my pussy while he tongued my ass. Soon, he was fingering my ass, too. I was rocking my hips and pushing back against his hand.
I needed his cock. We weren't supposed to be doing this tonight -- we were both too tired. We wanted to save our energy for tomorrow night. But I could hold out no longer!
"Are you going to put your cock in my ass?" I panted at him.
To which he replied - "I thought you'd never ask."
He got out the lube (which I had conveniently seen fit to gift his car earlier that week) and made my ass and his cock just the right amount of slick.
He pressed the head against my hole and with just enough resistance, slid right in. I moaned loudly. His cock was designed for my asshole. His cock felt perfect inside of me. I think I came immediately. But I held on for the ride.
Like I said, we were both tired. It didn't take him long to cum, it wasn't too quick, either - but I was right there with him again. It was beautiful and hot and it was just what we both needed.
It had been a long day for both of us. He lay inside my ass for a moment longer, not wanting to part any more than I wanted him to, but it was cramped quarters in the car, and we soon were both adjusting our clothes.
We talked and kissed for a little more, but it was by this time 2 in the morning and we both had early starts to our day. There were now less than 18 hours separating us from our Friday evening together. We were both excited.
As he dropped me back at my house, I kissed him again and went inside, knowing the next time I saw him, we would not be heading for a repeat performance of every night this week -- we would be heading for a real bed and hours upon hours of hot, loud, sweaty fucking!
Thursday, March 3, 2005
Fourth - "He still helps me cum!"
This is the next installment in the now growing series, preceded by
"He came back", "He left again.. but not for long!" and "He makes me
cum" .. if you haven't read them, they might shed some light on the
following story...
He's not coming tonight. It's Thursday. We have plans to get together tomorrow night, our first all-nighter with no interruptions. We've seen each other every night since his call on Monday. I want to see him tonight, too. I crave his tongue.
I went to bed thinking dirty thoughts about him. I woke up with my pussy drenched and my hand clenched between my thighs.
I know today, if I have a free moment, or several free moments, I'll sneak away and open our mutually favourite porn site. I'll find a good story about anal sex and I'll bury my fingers in myself until I cum all over my hand, thinking about his tongue slipping into my ass... his fingers penetrating my ass and my pussy at the same time... and eventually his hard cock pounding into my ass.
I know I'll sneak my pussy-juice drenched fingers down into my ass and slide at least two into my opening, wishing desperately they were his fingers.
I know I'll cum again, just from fingering my own ass.
Maybe he'll call me tonight. Maybe he'll get back from his friend's place early and maybe I'll be able to sneak away. Maybe I'll finger myself one more time just before he comes to pick me up and then I'll let him smell my juices on my own fingers. Maybe I'll give him a repeat performance, to show him what I did today, thinking about him.
I'm sitting here typing this article and my juices are drenching my undies. I keep sneaking a hand down to press against my swollen clit or up to pinch my nipple. I get so hot any time I even think about him, without specifically thinking about what he will be doing to me tomorrow night.
I can hardly wait. The 32 hours between now and then seem like an eternity designed to make me go mad with sexual frustration. No matter how many times I slip my fingers into my pussy or ass, it just won't feel as good as his fingers do.
I'm hooked and I'm loving it!
I promise I'll tell you all about tomorrow night in explicit detail when I get back on Saturday!
He's not coming tonight. It's Thursday. We have plans to get together tomorrow night, our first all-nighter with no interruptions. We've seen each other every night since his call on Monday. I want to see him tonight, too. I crave his tongue.
I went to bed thinking dirty thoughts about him. I woke up with my pussy drenched and my hand clenched between my thighs.
I know today, if I have a free moment, or several free moments, I'll sneak away and open our mutually favourite porn site. I'll find a good story about anal sex and I'll bury my fingers in myself until I cum all over my hand, thinking about his tongue slipping into my ass... his fingers penetrating my ass and my pussy at the same time... and eventually his hard cock pounding into my ass.
I know I'll sneak my pussy-juice drenched fingers down into my ass and slide at least two into my opening, wishing desperately they were his fingers.
I know I'll cum again, just from fingering my own ass.
Maybe he'll call me tonight. Maybe he'll get back from his friend's place early and maybe I'll be able to sneak away. Maybe I'll finger myself one more time just before he comes to pick me up and then I'll let him smell my juices on my own fingers. Maybe I'll give him a repeat performance, to show him what I did today, thinking about him.
I'm sitting here typing this article and my juices are drenching my undies. I keep sneaking a hand down to press against my swollen clit or up to pinch my nipple. I get so hot any time I even think about him, without specifically thinking about what he will be doing to me tomorrow night.
I can hardly wait. The 32 hours between now and then seem like an eternity designed to make me go mad with sexual frustration. No matter how many times I slip my fingers into my pussy or ass, it just won't feel as good as his fingers do.
I'm hooked and I'm loving it!
I promise I'll tell you all about tomorrow night in explicit detail when I get back on Saturday!
Wednesday, March 2, 2005
Third - "He makes me cum."
The continuing saga.... if you've read "He came back" and "He left
again..but not for long!" then this is a continuation of the story.
So we had some concerns. Some lifestyle differences. We had been talking about them online, likely since the very beginning. Last night's was a more in depth conversation, which prompted several extensive emails and precipitated a conversation in person.
He called when he got off work today, I was busy with my daughter, but called when she went down for a nap and I could get my roommate to watch her. He came and picked me up.
We drove around and talked for a bit.
The core of the matter is, I'm into open relationships -- he's not. Oh, we both agree that this is merely a friends-with-benefits kind of relationship, there are no real strings attached, and yet at the same time, he wasn't sure how he would feel about me fucking other people. I know I've been down the road he wants me to walk too many times in the past to think it could possibly work for me. I like sex. I'm a nympho in mind, heart, body and spirit. I like sex often and with multiple partners. I often like sex with multiple partners at once.
He does not. (Yet!)
When I got in the car today, he kissed me immediately, while forcing himself to think about my very mouth wrapped around someone else's cock.
He didn't yet know that a mere three hours earlier, it HAD been wrapped around someone else's cock!
He sat back from the kiss and grinned stupidly. Maybe it could be okay. Maybe he could handle me fucking other guys while I was fucking him.
As a side note -- my fucking other girls was not an issue. This he thought to be okay and would love thinking about and love even more to join!
I smiled mischievously and asked if he was sure and if it would be okay if I had gotten in the car and said I'd sucked dick for lunch?
He was a little shocked, actually, not really thinking it was true or that I could have had time to do it. But that he had already kissed me and there was no turning back now. Knowing his cock would be in my mouth soon seemed to help the situation.
We talked for a little more. We still have plans for Friday night and he is kind of hoping I won't be fucking anyone before then, but I haven't promised anything.
Then, after little persuasion, our various unnecessary articles of clothing faded away and our flesh met. My mouth engulfed his hard cock which elicited a need for a repeat of last night, when he buried his tongue in my ass. He brought me to a beautiful orgasm with his tongue and hands.
But tonight, that would not be enough.
He straddled me from behind and slid his hard cock into my sopping wet pussy. Three long weeks we had both been waiting for that feeling again. It felt just as amazing as we both remembered.
He fucked me.
He fucked me until he came while deep inside of me. My pussy pulsed around his hard member. I was in my own heaven. He slumped forward, drained completely. We lay coupled for several moments, my internal muscles twitching around his member.
Never have I longed for a cock so much when it was already inside of me.
He makes me cum every time he touches me.
I am definitely hooked and Friday can't get here fast enough!
I not only look forward to the amazing sex that will entail -- in my mouth, my pussy and my ass. But I look forward to finally being able to fall asleep in his arms, and wake him up in the morning with my mouth on his cock.
So we had some concerns. Some lifestyle differences. We had been talking about them online, likely since the very beginning. Last night's was a more in depth conversation, which prompted several extensive emails and precipitated a conversation in person.
He called when he got off work today, I was busy with my daughter, but called when she went down for a nap and I could get my roommate to watch her. He came and picked me up.
We drove around and talked for a bit.
The core of the matter is, I'm into open relationships -- he's not. Oh, we both agree that this is merely a friends-with-benefits kind of relationship, there are no real strings attached, and yet at the same time, he wasn't sure how he would feel about me fucking other people. I know I've been down the road he wants me to walk too many times in the past to think it could possibly work for me. I like sex. I'm a nympho in mind, heart, body and spirit. I like sex often and with multiple partners. I often like sex with multiple partners at once.
He does not. (Yet!)
When I got in the car today, he kissed me immediately, while forcing himself to think about my very mouth wrapped around someone else's cock.
He didn't yet know that a mere three hours earlier, it HAD been wrapped around someone else's cock!
He sat back from the kiss and grinned stupidly. Maybe it could be okay. Maybe he could handle me fucking other guys while I was fucking him.
As a side note -- my fucking other girls was not an issue. This he thought to be okay and would love thinking about and love even more to join!
I smiled mischievously and asked if he was sure and if it would be okay if I had gotten in the car and said I'd sucked dick for lunch?
He was a little shocked, actually, not really thinking it was true or that I could have had time to do it. But that he had already kissed me and there was no turning back now. Knowing his cock would be in my mouth soon seemed to help the situation.
We talked for a little more. We still have plans for Friday night and he is kind of hoping I won't be fucking anyone before then, but I haven't promised anything.
Then, after little persuasion, our various unnecessary articles of clothing faded away and our flesh met. My mouth engulfed his hard cock which elicited a need for a repeat of last night, when he buried his tongue in my ass. He brought me to a beautiful orgasm with his tongue and hands.
But tonight, that would not be enough.
He straddled me from behind and slid his hard cock into my sopping wet pussy. Three long weeks we had both been waiting for that feeling again. It felt just as amazing as we both remembered.
He fucked me.
He fucked me until he came while deep inside of me. My pussy pulsed around his hard member. I was in my own heaven. He slumped forward, drained completely. We lay coupled for several moments, my internal muscles twitching around his member.
Never have I longed for a cock so much when it was already inside of me.
He makes me cum every time he touches me.
I am definitely hooked and Friday can't get here fast enough!
I not only look forward to the amazing sex that will entail -- in my mouth, my pussy and my ass. But I look forward to finally being able to fall asleep in his arms, and wake him up in the morning with my mouth on his cock.
Tuesday, March 1, 2005
Second - "He left again .. but not for long!"
Sooo .. for anyone who read my previous article entitled "He came back" .. this is a continuation of the same thread.
We did, eventually (ohh .. maybe the next night .. and the night after!) get together again, for about two weeks. We talked, we laughed .. we flirted online and off. We emailed, we exchanged naughty pictures and we explored each others bodies with our minds as well as our hands and mouths.
He was certainly turning into my favourite fuck!
But one night he asked if we were friends, too.
Well, of course! We didn't just have great sex. We talked about life, the universe and EVERYTHING! I felt comfortable with him and I enjoyed much more than just the sex.
The next question was the stinger -- would we still be friends if we weren't fucking?
Well, of course! was my immediate answer. It wasn't just the sex that kept me coming back -- ooooh the sex was phenomenal! But I truly enjoyed his company. It started to perk through my brain that maybe he didn't really enjoy the sex as much as he let on. I must have said something to that very effect, because he instantly assured me that he DID love the sex as much as I did, it wasn't that at all. His previous lover/relationship had ended on not-so-great terms, but there were still emotions involved and she had contacted him about a possible reconciliation.
oh.
We had made plans to get a hotel room together for the weekend before Valentines. There was really no romance in our relationship -- just friendship and great fucking.
If he was back together with his woman, the sex would stop and the friendship would possibly become uncomfortable. But what could I do? It was his life and his choice. Damn did I want his cock. Damn if I was going to pretend to want a romantic relationship just to get it. Damn if I was going to interfere with his love for this other woman. Damn.
So be it.
We stopped fucking.
Sunday, February 6th until Tuesday, March 1st was the abso-fcnk-lutely longest three weeks of my entire life.
All I could think about was his cock, his mouth, his fingers. I woke up with his name on my lips and went to sleep with images of him pounding the hell out of my ass.
We still spoke online. Rarely on the phone -- it felt awkward to me, and him too, I think.
Apparently his relationship wasn't going quite the way he wanted.
I let slip many times that I missed him .. that I wanted him. I felt like a heel. Here I had promised him I wouldn't get in the way of love and that I was perfectly capable of having a platonic friendship with someone I still wanted to fuck.
But the sex was just .. some of the greatest I had had in .. a really long time!
I kept finding new people on Adult FriendFinder. Even one who lives literally around the corner from me. I even met a couple of these guys for coffee. But I just didn't WANT to find out what sex with them was like. I wanted HIS cock. I wanted to wrap my lips around it, I wanted to feel it sliding into the back of my throat and I wanted to hear him moan and tell me how amazing my mouth felt.
WEEKS passed! A whole new month was around the corner and still nothing could distract me from wanting his cock.
I think I went into a mild depression. I know I was more than a little obsessed. I would pass cocks.... er .. men! men on the street and think about whether their tongue would feel as good in my ass as his did. I smiled and flirted and even partook in a good amount of phone sex. But nothing could distract me from wanting his cock.
It scared me. It wasn't _just_ his cock. I wanted his smile. I wanted his conversation. I wanted to curl up with him and talk for hours after fucking, running my fingers along his flesh and teasing him until we were ready to fuck again. I wanted him.
Suddenly, it is a certain Monday and my phone rings.
I had tried to get him to go out for coffee over the weekend, but he had made (viable) excuses. On the phone he apologizes and asks if there is any way he can make it up to me? I let him know that is a completely open-ended question and not a very safe one to ask. He says he knows. I say he should make it up to me by fucking my ass. He says okay. What?
Apparently, his girl and he are no longer together. Three short (short? SHORT? they were NOT short!) weeks later, and they realized they had parted in the past for good reason and it was time to part for a second and final time.
He wants to come fuck my ass.
I want to let him.
My female friends say I am insane! They say he disrespected me for kicking me to the curb so quickly. They know I have been crushing on him day in and day out for the past month, even if I had been trying to hide it. They say there is no way he should be calling me the DAY he breaks it off with his girl and expecting to get sex.
They don't know how good his cock feels in my ass.
We can't arrange to get together for Monday night, but we refuse to make it past Tuesday without at least a quick meeting!
I suggest he should come pick me up and we'll go for a drive. I've been dying to feel his cock in my mouth. He agrees and we go for a drive!
Not really caring where we park, we end up in the middle of a somewhat deserted parking-lot of a large shopping center. We kiss. I don't want foreplay, I want action, I want my lips wrapped around his hardness. And soon, they are.
For the next hour I bring him to the brink time and time again, moving my mouth and my tongue and my hand over his cock. I lick and suck and bite (yes, bite!) his cock. He moans and pants and tells me over and over again how incredible my mouth feels. I look up at him while I flicker my tongue across the head of his cock. I know he loves it. He knows that I know. I love it too!
Somehow (I'm not sure how .. how do these things happen? we didn't plan it!!) I end up with my pants around my knees, on my stomach, with my ass in the air. He is licking and sucking my ass.
Oh
my
ghawd!
I have missed his mouth so much!
I demand that he slide his fingers into my dripping pussy and he doesn't miss a beat, slipping first one, then two fingers into me, pumping them in and out while he continues to lick my ass.
I can hardly take it! He is driving me wild!
He takes the hint, and slips those fingers into my ass. He fills both my holes with one hand, sliding his fingers in and out of me, pushing me further into oblivion.
I know he can feel my muscles contract as I have an intense orgasm on his hand.
I am spent.
We are out of time!
There _will_ be more!
We did, eventually (ohh .. maybe the next night .. and the night after!) get together again, for about two weeks. We talked, we laughed .. we flirted online and off. We emailed, we exchanged naughty pictures and we explored each others bodies with our minds as well as our hands and mouths.
He was certainly turning into my favourite fuck!
But one night he asked if we were friends, too.
Well, of course! We didn't just have great sex. We talked about life, the universe and EVERYTHING! I felt comfortable with him and I enjoyed much more than just the sex.
The next question was the stinger -- would we still be friends if we weren't fucking?
Well, of course! was my immediate answer. It wasn't just the sex that kept me coming back -- ooooh the sex was phenomenal! But I truly enjoyed his company. It started to perk through my brain that maybe he didn't really enjoy the sex as much as he let on. I must have said something to that very effect, because he instantly assured me that he DID love the sex as much as I did, it wasn't that at all. His previous lover/relationship had ended on not-so-great terms, but there were still emotions involved and she had contacted him about a possible reconciliation.
oh.
We had made plans to get a hotel room together for the weekend before Valentines. There was really no romance in our relationship -- just friendship and great fucking.
If he was back together with his woman, the sex would stop and the friendship would possibly become uncomfortable. But what could I do? It was his life and his choice. Damn did I want his cock. Damn if I was going to pretend to want a romantic relationship just to get it. Damn if I was going to interfere with his love for this other woman. Damn.
So be it.
We stopped fucking.
Sunday, February 6th until Tuesday, March 1st was the abso-fcnk-lutely longest three weeks of my entire life.
All I could think about was his cock, his mouth, his fingers. I woke up with his name on my lips and went to sleep with images of him pounding the hell out of my ass.
We still spoke online. Rarely on the phone -- it felt awkward to me, and him too, I think.
Apparently his relationship wasn't going quite the way he wanted.
I let slip many times that I missed him .. that I wanted him. I felt like a heel. Here I had promised him I wouldn't get in the way of love and that I was perfectly capable of having a platonic friendship with someone I still wanted to fuck.
But the sex was just .. some of the greatest I had had in .. a really long time!
I kept finding new people on Adult FriendFinder. Even one who lives literally around the corner from me. I even met a couple of these guys for coffee. But I just didn't WANT to find out what sex with them was like. I wanted HIS cock. I wanted to wrap my lips around it, I wanted to feel it sliding into the back of my throat and I wanted to hear him moan and tell me how amazing my mouth felt.
WEEKS passed! A whole new month was around the corner and still nothing could distract me from wanting his cock.
I think I went into a mild depression. I know I was more than a little obsessed. I would pass cocks.... er .. men! men on the street and think about whether their tongue would feel as good in my ass as his did. I smiled and flirted and even partook in a good amount of phone sex. But nothing could distract me from wanting his cock.
It scared me. It wasn't _just_ his cock. I wanted his smile. I wanted his conversation. I wanted to curl up with him and talk for hours after fucking, running my fingers along his flesh and teasing him until we were ready to fuck again. I wanted him.
Suddenly, it is a certain Monday and my phone rings.
I had tried to get him to go out for coffee over the weekend, but he had made (viable) excuses. On the phone he apologizes and asks if there is any way he can make it up to me? I let him know that is a completely open-ended question and not a very safe one to ask. He says he knows. I say he should make it up to me by fucking my ass. He says okay. What?
Apparently, his girl and he are no longer together. Three short (short? SHORT? they were NOT short!) weeks later, and they realized they had parted in the past for good reason and it was time to part for a second and final time.
He wants to come fuck my ass.
I want to let him.
My female friends say I am insane! They say he disrespected me for kicking me to the curb so quickly. They know I have been crushing on him day in and day out for the past month, even if I had been trying to hide it. They say there is no way he should be calling me the DAY he breaks it off with his girl and expecting to get sex.
They don't know how good his cock feels in my ass.
We can't arrange to get together for Monday night, but we refuse to make it past Tuesday without at least a quick meeting!
I suggest he should come pick me up and we'll go for a drive. I've been dying to feel his cock in my mouth. He agrees and we go for a drive!
Not really caring where we park, we end up in the middle of a somewhat deserted parking-lot of a large shopping center. We kiss. I don't want foreplay, I want action, I want my lips wrapped around his hardness. And soon, they are.
For the next hour I bring him to the brink time and time again, moving my mouth and my tongue and my hand over his cock. I lick and suck and bite (yes, bite!) his cock. He moans and pants and tells me over and over again how incredible my mouth feels. I look up at him while I flicker my tongue across the head of his cock. I know he loves it. He knows that I know. I love it too!
Somehow (I'm not sure how .. how do these things happen? we didn't plan it!!) I end up with my pants around my knees, on my stomach, with my ass in the air. He is licking and sucking my ass.
Oh
my
ghawd!
I have missed his mouth so much!
I demand that he slide his fingers into my dripping pussy and he doesn't miss a beat, slipping first one, then two fingers into me, pumping them in and out while he continues to lick my ass.
I can hardly take it! He is driving me wild!
He takes the hint, and slips those fingers into my ass. He fills both my holes with one hand, sliding his fingers in and out of me, pushing me further into oblivion.
I know he can feel my muscles contract as I have an intense orgasm on his hand.
I am spent.
We are out of time!
There _will_ be more!
Tuesday, February 8, 2005
First - "He came back!"
Sooo .. I ran across this guy on Adult FriendFinder from my home
town .. since the population of my town is a budding 30,000, that's not
TOO strange, but since I'm only a standard member, it makes it hard to
actually FIND the local fucks!
We communicated back and forth for maybe 2 days, spoke on the phone, where we hit it off beautifully and then the following day he came over to my place.
oh
my
ghawd!
I mean .. the first encounter left a little to be desired -- okay, well, maybe a lot to be desired! He is a little younger than me and a lot less experienced than myself in the ways of the human body and how to elicit pleasure from it. At first he was nervous -- very nervous. He had a couple moments of self-doubt. Oh, he was amply endowed and mildly skilled with his usage of his extrematies, but for the most part -- I did not come.
Time constraints what they were, he had a prior public engagement to attend to and I had a daughter to pick up at a babysitters, we parted ways for the eve with me unsatisfied and him hooked!
Approximately 30 minutes later, my cell phone rang and he was wondering if he could come back!!
Oh how I like the ones who take initiative! I said I'd have to put my daughter to bed, and there was no guarantee she'd stay down (she's only 9mos old) but that he was more than willing to return if he liked.
He was willing and ready!
What that boy lacked in skill at the start of the evening he sure more than made up for in enthusiasm! He was open to exploring new aspects of sexual activities and I was ready to teach. He was a QUICK learn!
By quick, I mean, he discovered I liked anal sex and I liked to be rimmed and he quickly went right to town on my nether regions. I was in heaven! He was a natural. His mouth felt divine. His cock fit my ass better than any toy I've ever had and he had a stallions stamina.
Around 4 in the morning, we decided it was time to call it quits. He was beyond tired, but satisfied completely and I was too.
We made promises to see each other again and I know we will.
He had to be at work for 6am and I was up with my daughter for 7:30 .. boy were we sore, but it was worth it.
I am _so_ looking forward to our second "date"!
We communicated back and forth for maybe 2 days, spoke on the phone, where we hit it off beautifully and then the following day he came over to my place.
oh
my
ghawd!
I mean .. the first encounter left a little to be desired -- okay, well, maybe a lot to be desired! He is a little younger than me and a lot less experienced than myself in the ways of the human body and how to elicit pleasure from it. At first he was nervous -- very nervous. He had a couple moments of self-doubt. Oh, he was amply endowed and mildly skilled with his usage of his extrematies, but for the most part -- I did not come.
Time constraints what they were, he had a prior public engagement to attend to and I had a daughter to pick up at a babysitters, we parted ways for the eve with me unsatisfied and him hooked!
Approximately 30 minutes later, my cell phone rang and he was wondering if he could come back!!
Oh how I like the ones who take initiative! I said I'd have to put my daughter to bed, and there was no guarantee she'd stay down (she's only 9mos old) but that he was more than willing to return if he liked.
He was willing and ready!
What that boy lacked in skill at the start of the evening he sure more than made up for in enthusiasm! He was open to exploring new aspects of sexual activities and I was ready to teach. He was a QUICK learn!
By quick, I mean, he discovered I liked anal sex and I liked to be rimmed and he quickly went right to town on my nether regions. I was in heaven! He was a natural. His mouth felt divine. His cock fit my ass better than any toy I've ever had and he had a stallions stamina.
Around 4 in the morning, we decided it was time to call it quits. He was beyond tired, but satisfied completely and I was too.
We made promises to see each other again and I know we will.
He had to be at work for 6am and I was up with my daughter for 7:30 .. boy were we sore, but it was worth it.
I am _so_ looking forward to our second "date"!
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