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!

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!

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.

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!

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"!

he is not who you think he is...

[previously posted on xanga]

and he crept across my consciousness, tiptoeing, echoing through my heart.. his breath touched my cheek, but more than that there was not ... to need, to want, to desire, to crave the simple freedom of gazing into his eyes ... he is far in distance, both geographically and emotionally -- years pass and we hardly cross paths.. I yearn for him in ways I knew not to exist .. does he know I carry this lightless, lifeless torch for him? and better to ask -- does he care?

ess.eeeee.eks

[previously posted on xanga]

its a new year and I'm a new grrl!  I broke up with my boyfriend of 3 years just after new years eve .. things had been going down hill for a very long time, I just didn't have the nerve to do what needed to be done! it was the first monogamous relationship of my life.. and we hadn't had an active sexual relationship together for more than a year .. so now that I'm single and looking -- I'm randy almost 24/7 .. its driving me insane!  I feel like I cant have a clear and intelligent thought without wanting sex!  Random strangers become sexual fantasies as I'm stopped in an intersection at a red light ... all I seem to want to do is masturbate and my fingers are tired :( Its been a rough ride .... know anyone local to me who is just looking for a fuck buddy?! :)