5 hours of fun - Part 2

He had me get on all fours on the bed.  "Spread your legs, arch your back, present yourself to me."  It wasn't the most comfortable position, but I knew it turned him on to see me in those stockings with my ass and cunt pressed toward him.  I was scared of what was going to happen next.

He decided that 30 would be a good number of strikes.  This sounded horrifying but I went with it.  For open hand strikes (at least the ones I had become accustomed to from CW) this was nothing, but the crop?  I had no idea where it would land or how hard it would be.  I knew nothing except that I had a safe word and that I inexplicably trusted him.  I needed to prove that I could do this, not to him, but to myself.  This is what I had been craving for so long, I had to know that this was really what I needed and not just what I thought I needed.

I counted and thanked him for each stroke, even the ones that hurt.  Strike 14, I believe, he hit my pussy. I don't know if it was because he missed or because he wanted to see if I could take it.  I yelped so loudly - I had no idea I could even make a noise like that, let alone involuntarily.  It stung so badly I began to sob.  His words then were apologetic, and I could tell he was considering stopping the entire thing.  I couldn't let that happen, I needed this.  I needed to breathe through the pain, to know that I could take it.  I told him I needed to go on, that I wanted him to finish.  The rest of the strokes are a mere blur, I think I had hit subspace at this point.  I loved it.  I was his good little pain slut.

It was decided that to keep us going through the evening that we needed some artificial help.  Despite this making my experience that much more intense, it also allows me to remember less of the details of the rest of the evening.

Things I do remember:

 - My ass being pounded in all positions - on my knees, on my back, on my side even.  I begged to cum but was denied. I needed the release so badly - I loved that he was using me for his pleasure.  He finally said I could cum when he did - but he pulled out and released all over me so I didn't get the satisfaction of having his cum inside me.

 - The rattan cane flogger.  While fucking me on my back, he grabbed this toy (that I had fully intended for use on my ass) and began hitting my breasts.  One of the strikes hit the ends of the canes rather close to my nipple and bled a bit, it left marks for quite a while.  I don't remember it hurting so when I saw the marks in the mirror later, I was surprised.

 - A crop mark on my inner thigh that lasted a week.  I don't know how he can leave a red mark that never bruised, but I loved seeing the mark there.

- Photos. I remembered that he had snapped a couple pics of me in various compromising positions, photos that he said were for his own use, but he had asked if he could post a pic of my ass online.  I barely remembered this until I saw it for myself.  I had never thought to look at my ass in the mirror after he left so this was a fun tidbit for me.  My pussy gets wet every time I look at it.

- Him cumming twice.  I remember being surprised that he was able to cum a second time, but the time duration in between the two occurrences is completely unknown to me.  I just know that he used my body for his pleasure in every way possible and I couldn't have been happier.

 - Time flying. I remember looking at the time when he left and I couldn't believe we had been going at it for 5 hours, with maybe a 5 minute break somewhere in the middle.  I loved that I could keep him interested for that long, and only hoped I would see him again soon.

New Year's Fun x 2

New Year's Eve was a bust. I was hoping to party and spend some time with SM but he seemed less than interested. After the bars closed, I ended up hanging with his roommate. SM came home at 7am, god knows what he got into. I asked if he wanted some company and he said no. Great, fantastic.

After a nap, I got a text from CW that afternoon. He wanted to know if I wanted to "hang out". I wasn't sure if this was code for fucking but I wasn't afraid to find out. We watched some TV and caught up a bit, but next thing I know he's kissing me and moving my hand to his cock. We made our way back to my bedroom. No pretense, no games. We strip ourselves and hop into bed. His fingers find all the right spots inside me as I stroke his cock. I tell him I miss his spankings and he's all too eager to oblige me. I turn over and slide my hand between my legs to play with my clit as he barrages my ass with his large hands. I can feel my skin becoming redder as I scream and my cunt begins to drip. He always somehow knows just how far to push me and also when to stop and let me catch my breath. At this point, I am aching for his huge cock. "How do you want me?"

He lays down and asks me to climb on top. Certain guys need to be in control and other guys like to lay back and watch a girl go crazy bouncing up and down on their cock. I have no problems taking advantage. I love having that power, taking every inch of his thick cock inside me, using him to cum over and over as many times as I want. As great as that is, sometimes I just want to be taken. I want it deeper, I want to feel his weight on me as his cock slams into me.

After a few orgasms I climb off of him and beg him to fuck me from behind. I slip a pillow under my hips and bend over, displaying my ass and needy cunt to him. I sway a bit, waiting for that moment of contact, desperately needing him to fill me again. This was not a gentle move, not a moment of just sliding inside. He grabs my hips and slams into me full tilt, hitting bottom. But he doesn't stop there, doesn't let me get used to him being so deep, he just thrusts. Harsh, exacting thrusts that went right for my g-spot. I'm sure I sounded like an animal being killed as I came repeatedly. I love the way I feel like I'm about to be split open when he fucks me from behind, it's the good kind of pain that morphs into pleasure quickly and easily.

He leans forward, making me feel completely pinned down, completely taken, a need that only he seems to ever consistently fill. I wedge my hand in between the pillow and my legs and apply only a bit of pressure to my clit and I find myself bucking and somehow fucking him back even though I'm being held down by all 6'5" of him. Finally, with one last huge thrust I feel his cock pulsate as he joins me in orgasmic bliss. He pulls out slowly, and immediately reaches for his clothes, claiming that he has to meet a friend. I'm not sad about it, I got what I wanted.

Later, I was about to go to bed when I got a text around 3am from EH - he was in town for the holiday. It was clear what his intentions were, and I was tired but agreed to him coming over. He arrives and climbs in bed with me. We kiss, his hands slide over my tits and down my pants. He seems to move in such a way as to go down on me, but I warn him that I hadn't showered since my previous encounter. He understands, and decides instead to remove his pants and present me with his hard, black cock. I take it in my mouth, feeling deliciously slutty since I had just done this mere hours earlier with CW.

He positions himself over me. Not my preferred position for giving head, but I accept his cock as he thrusts into my mouth. In a moment of pause, I mutter "Someone must want to fuck" since he was so furiously attempting to fuck my face. I also figured he'd want my pussy since he didn't get to have it the last time we met up. I reached for a condom, and he was incredulous that I chose a Magnum. I know what size condom is right for each cock - I don't know why guys can't figure this out for themselves.

At first, the fucking was great. I held my legs back and let him go at me. I think the alcohol he had previously consumed had started to get the better of him, however, because he kept falling out. At this point I was kind of over the situation but I let him keep going. I felt something wet hit my lips, I thought he had spit or drooled on me! It took a few moments for me to realize he was just really sweaty and it was dripping from his face onto me. Definitely not sexy. After falling out once again, he finally decided to call it quits. He seemed disappointed that he hadn't pleased me as he had intended, but in all honesty, I was still satisfied from my fucking earlier that day. This was just for fun. What wasn't fun was that he passed out and couldn't stop snoring. Good thing I keep earplugs around.

While the beginning of the new year was definitely not what I was planning on, it turned out to be pretty hott.

So where do we stand?

The last few times I hung out with SM, nothing sexual happened. We either listened to music or comedy and then went to bed and cuddled. Cute, worthwhile moments but not really something to write home about. I've been traveling a lot lately so seeing him had been inconsistent. When I got back from my most recent trip, I really wanted to see him. He rarely texts and I was still on edge about calling, so I looked for him at his favorite hangouts, but to no avail.

I sent a simple "What's happening?" text with no response around midnight. I stayed at our favorite bar until they kicked me out, hoping he might show. I was far too awake at that point but went home for lack of something to do. At 3 am, my phone rings.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Hey." It was SM.

"What's up?"

"We could do this all night."

I had no idea what he meant or what the rest of his night had consisted of, so I figured I should ask what he wanted directly. There was a long pause before he answered with slightly slurred speech.

"I want you...to meet me...at my house. I'm headed there now."

I arrive, and we make small talk with his roommate in the living room. The two of them had attended a show at a different bar and were pretty drunk. The roommate went to make food, so we were there alone. I wasn't sure what to expect sitting there.

He put his arm around me, and I fell into him naturally. As much as I love sex, sometimes it's just nice to be held close. A ridiculous song came on a mix his roommate was playing, and he laughs. I asked what he'd put on instead.

"Nina Simone."

"Sounds perfect."

He kissed me.

"We had better go downstairs then."

I expected to sit in his recliner, watch him drink wine and wait for an undetermined amount of time for something to happen. Instead I sat in his computer chair as he put on the aforementioned music, then went back upstairs to fill his water bottle. He returned, just standing in the middle of the room with a blank look on his face. I got up.

"You can have your chair."

He shakes his head and gestures toward his bedroom.

We climb in bed, clothed. I assume we are going to sleep, something I wouldn't have been sad about. We curl into each other, Nina singing her heart out in the next room. I am content.

After many motionless moments, he kisses me deeply. We get tangled in each other, are all over the bed. He pulls me on top of him, his hands are everywhere. I pull off my shirt and throw it across the room. He attacks my left breast with his mouth and rolls me over. His hand reaches up to my face, and I take a finger into my mouth, sucking deeply.

"I learned that trick in the 7th grade. The idea transfers nicely." Of course I couldn't JUST suck on his fingers, there were more important things to suck on.

We contort ourselves into a version of 69, rolling around, trying to keep our mouths in contact with each other. I try to take him as deeply as possible and he moans a bit into my cunt and he licks me furiously. After a few orgasms, we stop to breathe.

He tells me that if there's anything he could ever do to make it better, that I should let him know. I let on that I like to be spanked, and love being fucked from behind. At the bar a while back, I had mentioned a video to him, one that CW had shown me, of Nina Hartley giving a lesson on how to eat pussy. I brought it back up, saying that while what he had been doing to me was excellent, this video might give him a few ideas.

Still naked, we shared his recliner and watched. It's only about 10 minutes...I pointed out the parts that I particularly liked. He seemed unimpressed. I was mildly embarrassed, but figured it couldn't hurt.

Later, we end up back in bed, and whether it was conscious or unconscious, his ministrations on my cunt had become more advanced. It was so delicious having my g-spot massaged as he licked right underneath my clit. It left me begging for his cock to be inside me.

He was hesitant at first...but after a while the passion got the better of us and he slid into my dripping cunt. He couldn't fuck me hard enough...I needed it so much. He never orgasms when we fuck, he just seems to decide when it's over and rolls off. Somewhat disappointing, but he doesn't seem to mind too much.

As I lie there trying to catch my breath, something occurs to me.

"Turnabout is fair play. What are you into?"

He laughs a little and then tells me that he likes anal, being scratched and bitten in the heat of passion, and that he likes it when the girl is in control. So noted!

I was still all worked up and he was looking like he was going to pass out, so as he was laying on his back, I cuddled up to him, breathing dirty talk into his ear. My hips subconsciously rocked against his body, I couldn't help it.

"This morning, before work, I got myself off thinking about you. Bending me over a random piece of furniture, tearing my pants down and fucking my ass."

He seemed to like this line of conversation. He could tell I was still hot and bothered so he reached between my legs to give me a few more orgasms because he knew I was in need. I love that he didn't leave me hanging. Eventually, I had come enough that I passed out along with him.

When we awoke in the morning, he couldn't keep his hands off me. My leg wrapped around his body, our flesh grinding against each other, all very intense, but curiously devoid of kissing for quite some time. Somehow that made it even hotter. My nails firmly pressed into the skin of his back, his leg slips between mine where he discovered my desires had gotten the better of me. A combination of my hips grinding against him and his leg pressing into me, almost imperceptibly moving back and forth sent me over the edge, drenching him. His lips on my neck, my teeth baring into his shoulder as I came again and again.

He lays in a few good spanks even with my body plastered to him, then easily slips two fingers into my cunt from behind. I writhe against his touch, nearly fucking his fingers. I can't get enough of him. Eventually he rolls me onto my back and pushes my knees to my chest. I grab a pillow and place it under my hips to improve the angle. No slow motion here, he immediately slides all the way in and starts fucking me with abandon. I couldn't argue one bit, I needed exactly that. Sometimes when in that position I throw my head back and lose myself, but with him, looking at how gorgeous he is only added to the turn on.

It always seems to end a little too soon...I really want him to cum from fucking me. Someday. He never leaves me unsatisfied though, his fingers instantaneously found all the necessary spots and made me cum until even I was over-sensitized and was done.

These are the moments where all I want to do is fall back asleep in his embrace, but alas, he had to go to work. I watched him dress, marveling at his exquisite body.

Damn, am I a lucky girl or what?

Sometimes a quickie is all you need...

CW had volunteered to take me to the airport for my most recent trip. He arrived early and hung out while I showered. As I'm finishing packing, he asks what time my flight is and wonders aloud if I have time for a quick fuck. He's still in his pajama pants, and I can see that he's already hard by the tent his cock has created. How can a girl resist?

We both stripped and hopped into bed...we have no use for clothing but I left my panties on for a little tease. While not the greatest kisser, it's not his lips I'm interested in, it's his cock. I dove for it...the feeling of his huge thickness in my mouth makes me so wet. After a bit I leaned up to kiss him and his fingers expertly found their way under my panties and between my folds. One orgasm from rubbing my clit, then he reached inside me and made my entire body shake from just the smallest movements of his fingertips on my g-spot. There is something to be said for a lover that pays attention to your body in that manner.

"Spank me. It's been far too long."

I flip over, bury my face in a pillow. He ripped off my panties in one swift motion, exposing my bare ass to his large hands. The anticipation is almost too much. Sometimes I rub my clit when getting spanked, but since I'd already cum a few times, I wanted to focus on the pain, to see how much I could take. If I focused enough, could I orgasm from it?

He has definitely perfected how to spank me. There are so many variables, not just how hard to hit, but where on the body and the pace...consistent or sporatic, fast or slow. Somehow he is able to read me and know exactly how I need it. The most sensitive part of my ass, where it joins my thigh is the perfect spot...he starts slowly and builds up pace, alternating sides every couple of strokes. It's ungodly delicious and my cunt begins to pour juices and I make inhuman sounds. Just what I needed.

I think he may have noticed that I wasn't touching myself this time. As I begin to squirm from the spanking being a bit too intense, he quickly switched from spanking into inserting two fingers deep into my cunt and massaging my g-spot once again. I cum so intensely I get a little dizzy. The absolute perfect pain-pleasure combo.

"Fuck me. For the love of everything I need your giant cock inside me right the fuck now."

I remain face down, grab my body pillow, fold it in half and place it under me to prop up my hips. Before I know it, his massive cock is balls deep inside me and then just stops. I cum immediately, my pussy throbbing around him just from being filled. I can barely take a breath before unleashes an all out assault on my cunt. At first he was on his knees, but as he's fucking me as hard as he can he leans forward and pins me to the bed. Being taken just like that is one of my favorite feelings, my go-to fantasy.

CW had recently sustained a rib injury, so he was sadly unable to keep up this pace or position. Not to be dismayed, he rolled over and pulled me on top of him.

"Bounce on my cock."

Didn't have to tell me twice. My turn to use him for my pleasure. I often will use his chest as leverage for this position but I couldn't due to his injury. I tried the wall but eventually just ended up flailing my arms and grabbing at my hair as I ground myself on his cock. I couldn't stop cumming, I just needed more and more and more of him. Eventually I felt his hands on my hips and some pointed deep thrusts as he came with me. I took all the energy I had not to just collapse onto him.

I rolled off, completely sated and out of breath. All of that took 15, 20 minutes tops but was absolutely exactly what I had been craving.

Labor Day Weekend Part 2

On Saturday night there was nothing going on, surprisingly. Some friends were watching a movie I wasn't interested in. I had been texting CW to see what he was up to and invited him over to watch Boogie Nights since I hadn't seen it. I thought he would just go home after the movie since it was so late. In classic fashion he asks straight up if I wanna fuck. With a cock like that, who am I to argue?

"It's 2 am, isn't it past your bedtime?" I had to play a little.

Even after not having fucked regularly in forever, we still have a pattern, a rhythm. We know what works and don't hesitate for a second.

A classic fingering, in expert manner. Rubbing the sides of my clit, sliding inside and finding my g-spot instantly, amazing how my body reacts to such slight touch. A short but intense spanking, face down on the bed, I feel my ass redden as I bring myself to an intense orgasm. Just as I feel the need to be full of cock, I feel my hips being pulled up and my cunt stuffed with the perfect thickness. Just what I needed. I fit a pillow under my stomach and let him pound me, using his full weight. I was screaming incoherently. I looked forward to more occasions of this.

At 3am I notice my phone blinking. CW was passed out, so I tried to be quiet. I answer SM's call.

A simple, "Come over."

"I can't." I whisper.

"What?"

I leave the room so I can talk at a normal volume.

"As much as I would love to, I can't."

"Why not?"

Pause. How do I say politely "I just fucked someone else and that he's still here and I would love to come fuck you too but that's just slutty!"

"I, um, have someone else in my bed."

"Ok."

"I'll see you soon."

After hanging up I can't help but laugh out loud. When it rains, it pours. After a rather slow summer, this was a welcome change.

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I made a point to find him SM on Sunday night since it was a long weekend. I was barely at the bar a half hour before he suggested we go back to his place.

I have a vague recollection of watching something on his computer, but before long he's tackling me to the floor and ripping my clothes off. His body pressed against mine felt amazing but the carpet was rough. He buries his head between my legs but his movements are erratic...as hot as the experience was, I couldn't quite get over the edge, but oh so close. He grabs a condom, the same one I noticed in on his coffee table the last time I was there. He removes the rest of his clothes and gives me exactly what I need, hard and fast, my nails down his back, for about 2 minutes until he accidentally slips out (I was rather wet). He rips off the condom and says "I'm too drunk for this!" I tell him he's not...I desperately wanted him back inside me, filling me, but he goes back to eating my pussy. I don't recall getting it but I discover rug burn in various places on my body the next day.

We eventually end up in his bed in a 69, his seemingly favorite position. While I like the theory of this entanglement, I often find it difficult to concentrate. Despite the alcohol I was still concerned about trying to impress this gorgeous man, which doesn't let me enjoy myself as much as I could have if I was relaxed. He proceeds to try to fuck my face and I do my best despite my gag reflex.

He eventually stops me turns back around to pass out. I wasn't sure whether I should cuddle with him or not...I think I settled for lying on my side with my hand on his chest, my mind reeling trying hard not to overthink this and just let it flow through me.

Labor Day Weekend, Part 1

On my way home from work on Friday, I get a text from CW, asking what I was up to. I replied that I had dinner plans in an hour, but that he could stop by. "Stopping by" turned into a hard spanking and and an intense quick fuck with my legs above my head. I love fucking people who know EXACTLY what I need. I went into my friendly dinner date feeling on top of the world.

During dinner, a gorgeous acquaintance stopped by my table to say hello and ask about my evening plans. We'll call him SM, a tall, thin, lithe Russian with tousled blond hair and a perpetually mysterious air about him. He says that he's planning to have a small get together at his place and that I should call him later. I assumed this was a casual invitation, but I took it into consideration. I had already planned to attend a different friend's party.

I return home and take a nap, tired from the long work week. I am awakened by a phone call from SM. He wanted to see if I was "still interested" in coming by his place, and that he would call me back when he had more definite plans. Not really sure what was happening, I fell back asleep. 45 minutes later, he says that he plans on meeting a few of our mutual friends at a bar close to my place. I finally get up to shower and since it seems he's particularly interested in seeing me, I make myself up a little nicer than usual.

As I'm getting ready, he calls again. Persistence! I let the call go, finish getting ready and call him back just to make sure he's still at the bar. I show up and he's engrossed in a conversation with a gentleman that could be confused for being Amish. Since I'm starting the evening late, I order a strong drink and make small talk with some other friends at the bar, one of which being C, but he's with his girlfriend which is always interesting. C makes a point to tell me that I look awesome when his woman is inside the bar, which was nice. Eventually SM cuts off his conversation because he "feels rude" since he invited me to the bar but hadn't said much to me. I didn't feel slighted that he wasn't focused on me, but thought that comment was intriguing.

We're sitting on the porch, and he makes an offhanded comment about how he was finally smelling a cologne he enjoyed. It didn't occur to me that this was a compliment, so as I mumble something about having just taken a shower I notice that all the other people in the vicinity are men so he had to have been talking about me. I've had fantasies about this guy for months, but never dreamed that he viewed me as anything but a drinking buddy. As I finish my drink, I ask if he wants to do a shot, so we head to the bar.

After a shot of Jameson and another Long Island, he asks if I'm still wanting to hang out as his place. I'm wide awake after my nap and curious as to where this is going so I leave with him. He said that he hopes his neighbors are having a party so that we could crash it. Alas, they are not, so we make small talk with his roommates (one of which is also a friend of mine). I make a drink and he grabs a large bottle of wine, and the two of us head to the basement to listen to his stereo. This is his favorite pastime, being drunk and listening to music. I've been here a few times before, but this time seems different, electric. I don't expect anything, just lean back in his recliner and absorb the sounds surrounding us. He and I have similar tastes in music, but he always seems to dig up something I've never heard before. I take mental notes to download a few things he plays.

A handful of songs pass us by, and he heads to the side porch for a cigarette. I grab my one hitter and join him, hoping it would help me relax, and after a few hits, it does. I muse on how much my day has improved since it started. "Work was terrible, but after that I get laid, stoned, eat a fantastic meal, take a nap, and then spend the evening in good company." I regretted it as soon as I said it...what girl wants to sound slutty? But it think it may have been the key to what happened next.

I turned around, leaned on the railing and smiled. He takes a few more drags of his Parliament, and couple more sips of malbec. He sets down his glass, and I notice his face change. He is now intoxicated enough to take a chance, a look that says "Aw, fuck it" that I barely notice before his lips are smashed into mine. I take a second before I begin to return the kiss, as I'm a bit floored by the turn of events. This goes on for a few moments, and then he pulls back as if nothing happened, returning his focus to his cigarette that's almost finished. He flicks it into the yard, picks up his glass and puts his arm around me. It feels natural to put my arms around him, and I notice just how thin he truly is. I look up, our lips meet again, and next thing I know I'm pinned against the house, being devoured. I take it all in, the smoothness of his exposed shoulders, the forceful way his tongue entered my mouth, his hands in my hair. In between kisses, I manage to say, "Thank...you...I wasn't...going to...do this...first." He looks at me and smiles.

I go back down the stairs, mouthing a silent "Fuck yes!" and sit back on the recliner. He pulls the lever that releases the footrest and in one smooth motion is laying next to me on the recliner. Next thing I know his tongue is nearly down my throat and his hand is working it's way down my pants. Suddenly, we fall forward...the way were are positioned has tipped the chair. He pushes it back but it happens again.

"I feel we have outgrown this venue."

He motions toward his bedroom, so I start in that direction. I turn around to kiss him again and he pushes me, hard enough to let me know he means business but not hard enough to hurt. I fall to the mattress.

"Tell me how you really feel."

He's on top of me then, his hands everywhere, consuming my body, my mind, everything. My nails down his back, clawing at his olive green tank and throwing it across the room. He goes for my shirt and I help him, removing my bra in the same motion. He begins to undo my fly as I marvel at his smooth, tanned torso. I remove my pants and toss them at the foot of the bed. He flips me onto my back and buries his hand under my black boycut panties.

I have one rule in the bedroom, everyone must be wearing a similar amount of clothing. There is no way he's going to get away with stripping me to my underwear and still have his jeans on. I maneuver myself on top on him and kiss down his neck and chest.

"May I?" I joke as I go for his belt. I get the button undone find a lack of underwear and a tuft of curly blond hair. "Of course you don't wear underwear." I am treated to a gorgeous half-hard uncut cock. Without a thought I lean down and take him in my mouth immediately. I look up at him to find his eyes closed and a sly smile. This doesn't last long.

"Turn around so we can 69." Yes sir!

With one foot on his pillow and one in the air, he buries his face into me as I grabbed his gorgeous ass and all but swallowed his cock. My mind was reeling...I never thought I'd get more than a hug from this gentleman, let alone be in this particular position...upside down. After a bit it becomes apparent that he's too intoxicated to achieve a proper erection but it wasn't going to stop me from trying. He eventually tells me to give it a rest for a bit, and I turn back around on the bed. He's on top of me again in an instant, his mouth attached firmly to my left nipple, furiously rubbing my clit. I'm nearing the edge, fighting with the decision to scream like I want to and possibly alert his roommates to the passion playing out just below them, believing that the Andrew Bird playing would be loud enough to mask my intense pleasure, or to swallow my desires to show him just how much I am enjoying myself. I choose something in between...I grab a pillow and scream my heart out into it, my other hand in his hair.

As I catch my breath, I wrap my arms around him. I can't get enough of running my hands over his perfectly smooth skin, taking in his clean scent. He lays back on the bed, and I kiss him, eager to taste myself on his lips. It all just felt so unbelievably natural. He gets up and puts on a robe and is about to go out for another cigarette but wants me to come with him. I try to wrap myself in his comforter but it's too big to manage, so he removes his robe and puts it over my shoulders, and pulls a decorative apron off the wall (did I mention he's a chef?) and puts it one. It appears to be a painting that was made into a fabric, with flowers and a girl on the front. I giggle as he ties it around his waist, his perfect ass not covered one bit that I admire as I follow him up the stairs. He lights a cigarette and turns it in my direction to take in my mouth. I normally don't smoke but like everything else that evening, it seemed like a good idea. He then lights a second one for himself.

The porch light was off this time, so I was able to admire him under the distant glow of a streetlight and smile as I looked up at the stars. I take a drag from my cigarette, stifling a cough as I remember I should inhale this kind of smoke. This is why life is worth living.

We go back inside and he changes the music, and we end up on the recliner again. He insists on keeping my robe open. I tell him that he must like my tits, and I muse that they are my best feature. He says that my best feature is that I want sex and that I'm not afraid of it. Well, he's got that right. He pours more wine for himself, intent on finishing the bottle.

It's not long before we're back in bed and he's diving into my cunt. Over the years, I've known some guys that have an affinity for eating pussy, but this guy is insatiable. This time he adds his fingers, probing and massaging, licking and sucking, until I'm practically worn out. We turn to cuddling and small talk.

"I don't want a girlfriend...of any kind." He mumbled that the first time, and I made him repeat it to make sure we were on the same page.

I sat up and looked in his eyes. "As fabulous as you are, I don't want to date you either." More making out ensued.

He also made me promise about 7 times that no one could know about this, especially one of our mutual friends that happens to be one of his coworkers. I told him that I don't mind being his dirty little secret. I've kept my rendezvous with C hush-hush, so why should this be any different. I told him that I actually prefer it that way, because no one would believe me if I told them anyway. He laughed, shook his head, and attacked me yet again.

"You don't kiss me with your lips, you kiss me with your whole body. I love that." And he does. As great as sex has been with CW, it lacks a certain passion, an emotional element that I didn't realize I was missing until I found it again.

I think we finally passed out around 7am - he utterly wore me out.

I didn't want to overstay my welcome (that horrible oh-my-god-what-if-he-wakes-up-and-regrets-everything feeling came over me) so I got up and got dressed around noon. I made a point to wake him up to kiss him goodbye.

"It's noon, I'm gonna go. I'm going out the side door. If anyone asks, I passed out on your recliner. I hope to see you again."

"Me too." Simple words, followed by his disarming smile left me speechless.

That was not a walk of shame, that was a walk of glory.

Ooh...

CW just bought one of these for his visit this weekend. Can't wait to try it out!

A few thoughts...

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Sometimes.

Sometimes we make out for a while first.

Sometimes his hands are in my panties before I know it.

Sometimes my mouth is magnetically attracted to his cock.

Sometimes I just have to have him taste me.

Sometimes I beg to be spanked.

Sometimes he spanks me anyway.

Sometimes hard.

Sometimes he fucks me with his fingers.

Sometimes I cum all over him.

Sometimes he talks dirty.

Sometimes we talk about fucking other girls.

Sometimes he enters me from behind.

Sometimes he puts his full weight on me.

Sometimes I feel as though his cock is splitting me in two.

Sometimes I rub my clit.

Sometimes I'm on top.

Sometimes he flexes his muscles so it rubs me just the right way inside.

Sometimes I bounce up and down uncontrollably.

Sometimes I grind my clit up against his body.

Sometimes I slowly allow him to enter my ass.

Sometimes I scream at the top of my lungs.

Sometimes I wonder if I wake up the neighbors.

Sometimes we spoon-fuck.

Sometimes he rubs my clit.

Sometimes I grind into him so hard I hurt in the morning from using muscles I didn't know I had.

Sometimes I'm tired afterwards.

Sometimes I'm hungry.

Always, I am satisfied.

Finally, a real post about CW

It had been a few weeks since we had been able to get together for an all out fucking session. I had been sick and he had been traveling. We missed being together, and it showed.

We were supposed to have dinner, but I decided I needed to shower. He came over before I ever made it into the bathroom, and chatted with me as I washed myself. I would have invited him in, but alas, my shower stall is too small for two, especially since he's 6'4".

I began to get dressed, but he scolded me, saying that if I put on underwear he was just going to have to take them off again. I was in the middle of drying my hair when an old friend called, so I felt compelled to answer. I put the phone on speaker because the conversation wasn't personal. I laid down next to him and his hands began to gently caress my naked body. I managed to keep the conversation going without a hitch when his fingertips delved between my legs. I shifted myself upwards on the bed and spread my legs a bit to give him easier access. I found the whole situation hilarious, especially since my friend on the phone is a bit reserved.

I had to let her go when his tongue hit my clit. I thought that my heavy breathing would give me away. I hung up the phone and grabbed his hair and moaned as his warm tongue explored me. He made me cum a few times with his tongue, snaking his long fingers deep inside me at the same time. After he got me breathing hard, he came up to lay next to me, kissing me deeply. I turned myself upside down and undid his belt, releasing his stunning erection from his pants and immediately began to tease the underside of his cockhead with my tongue, one of his favorite spots. The taste and scent of his precum was extremely enticing. He stripped off his clothes. I went back to his cock, sucking him as his fingers explored my already dripping wet pussy. I had wanted to try a 69 position with us on our sides, but I had to stop my mouth action as he furiously rubbed the sides of my clit, causing me to groan and thrash about as I came. I've never known a man to be so consistently good with his hands.

When I recovered, I turned myself back around and pressed my body against his, cheek to cheek, just wanting to be close to him. Hands were everywhere as we kissed and talked dirty to each other. I told him how much I love his cock buried inside me from all angles and how good his hands are to me, and he mentioned how much he loves how wet I get and that I like being spanked. Which of course led me to rolling over onto my stomach so he could spank me. He whispered in my ear how dirty I am as I fingered myself and his hand came crashing down on my asscheeks repeatedly. I had trouble getting the proper friction on my clit because I was so wet from his earlier work on me and his naughty words. I ground my hips into the mattress and my cunt against my hand and came twice as he reddened my ass. After I caught my breath, I decided I needed his cock.

I tossed him a condom, and pulled my hair back. It had been a long time since I had been on top, and loved the thought. I straddled him, and rubbed my wet slit against his cock, not yet letting him enter me. He sighed as he felt my warmth against him. Then I slowly slid down onto his thickness, only part way, and started a slow up and down motion. He tried to thrust in deeper, but I wouldn't let him just yet.

"Are you trying to tease me?"

"Just maybe."

I continued my rhythm, lowering down farther with every few strokes until eventually he was completely inside me. His cock is so thick and stretches me in the most perfect ways. I rubbed my clit against his body and came hard, contracting against him.

He has this trick where he contracts his Kegel muscles which cause his cock to move up and toward himself slightl. The first time we had sex, he did that just as I was orgasming, and he was completely blown away by how much I screamed and how hard I came. Now, he's learned that if he does that when he's buried deep inside me, it causes me to cum uncontrollably. There's something about the thickness and curves of his cock and my cunt that just line up perfectly and send me to another planet.

In this particular instance, once he started using this trick, he didn't stop. I completely lost control of all of my senses and could only focus on the immense pleasure emanating from my cunt. I bucked wildly, hands and arms everywhere, making noises I didn't know I could make but not caring in the slightest. As I began to attempt to catch my breath from my second orgasm like this, he did the unthinkable...he placed his thumb over my clit. I barely noticed his eyes growing wide as I bounced on him with even more of a frenzy. I nearly screamed at him to press harder...my clit didn't need to be dealt with delicately at this stage...it needed some serious contact. I couldn't tell you if it was one long orgasm after that or several all linked together. All I know is that I nearly blacked out and couldn't breathe and collapsed on his chest.

Even after all that, he still didn't cum. I've since learned that he needs a steady rhythm in order to build up to orgasm, and my spastic movements weren't going to take him there. Despite that, he seemed to enjoy himself immensely, even when I expressed that I was sad that he couldn't join in my experience.

His response: "Gotta save something for after dinner."

A little more about CW...

Over the last couple of months, I've had a lot of extremely mind blowing sex with CW, to the point where each incredible night (or morning) has melded into the next in my mind, making blogging about it difficult at best. It's not enough to say that he's discovered at least a score of ways to make me cum. It's almost beyond words. Perhaps a recent text conversation we had will help.

SA: Is it weird that I have fantasies about my chiropractor fucking me while I'm lying here getting ultrasound therapy?

CW: I still masturbate to a fantasy of just laying my old creative writing teacher over a table and fucking her while the class watched. So no, not weird.

SA: Hott. This is why I like you.

CW: And here, I thought it was because I like to give you clitoral and g-spot orgasms simultaneously.

SA: Is that what that is?

CW: Pretty sure. Could also be me being able to make my cock throb at will.

SA: Mmm…you're making me horny.

CW: How could me talking about how I like to rub your clit while making you cum uncontrollably with my throbbing cock make you horny?

SA: I have no idea.

SA: Maybe it's because I'm wishing that were happening right now.

CW: Hmm… Are you imagining my big cock deep inside you?

SA: Balls deep. I love being filled with every last inch of you.

CW: Mmm. Do you like it when I suck that pretty clit while fucking you with my fingers?

SA: God yes…it's so intense I can't help but scream.

CW: And when I put my finger in your ass while I play with your pussy?

SA: Yes, I like being naughty with you.

CW: Ahh… It's such a shame I'm out of town.

SA: Indeed. I need you to squeeze your super thick cock into my tight ass.

CW: Oh yes, I love that. I want to bury my cock in your ass and make it throb while I rub your clit and make you cum forever.

SA: Oh god, I'm gonna cum. I want you to cum deep in my ass.

CW: I want to cum in your ass so badly.

SA: I want you to fill my ass with your hot sticky cum. Then I want you to spank me and tell me how dirty I am.

CW: Mmm. I want to smack your naughty ass and make you cum again just from that while I whisper what a dirty slut you are into your ear.

SA: Mmm…do you like it when I'm a slut for you?

CW: I love it when you're slutty. I love that look in your eye when you're so turned on you can barely contain yourself.

SA: I love it when you make me feel that way. Where I can't help but just cum more and more.

CW: That's one of the reasons fucking you is so fun. You just cum and cum again and again.

SA: I blame you for that. This dirty girl is getting in the shower. But something tells me I won't quite get clean.

CW: At least not for long.

SA: Indeed. See you Sunday. ;)

Teaser...

...about a guy I spent a terrible amount of time fucking over the last two weeks, CW. Here's an email I received from him today:

"Recently I've noticed that my chest feels bruised in a couple different places. No actual bruises but a little tender, one spot on each side of my chest. They would go away, only to return in a different, but close-by, spot later.

I realized today that they are being made by you when you orgasm.

I don't mind them so much anymore."