Smile

It had been over a week since KH and I had been together.  He had been busy and I had been ill.  Still, I wanted him so badly that when he asked if I wanted to fuck, I told him I still wasn't feeling the greatest but that I would try.

When he came over my roommate answered the door, and we all made small talk for a bit and eventually my roommate said he was going to bed.  KH kissed me before we walked into my room. Tender, gentle.  I loved it but knew it wouldn't last.  It couldn't.

He raised my hands above my head and left them there, and kept kissing me, my lips, my neck.  He left me there as he emptied his pockets and kicked off his shoes.  "Are your arms tired yet?"  "A bit, Sir."

"Get on your knees and worship me."

I was more than happy to worship his gorgeous body. I kissed down his chest quickly, then concentrated on kissing his hips. I unbuttoned his shorts and pulled everything off. I was greeted with a delicious cock that I took into my mouth.  I tried very hard to be good, keeping my teeth covered and working up a nice rhythm.  The noises he made were indication that he was enjoying my ministrations.  "Look up at me, I want you to make eye contact when my cock is in your mouth."  He had a good idea, it was much hotter to watch his face as I tried to swallow his cock.  His hands were in my hair, guiding me along his shaft.  I loved servicing him.

He then told me to kiss my way down his legs and worship his feet.  As I leaned over to kiss his feet he grabbed the crop and hit my ass with it a few times.  I'm not sure if he hit my asshole or my pussy but it hurt and the tears started to fall. He said he didn't mean to hit my pussy and I believed him.

His phone kept going off, and he kept checking it and answering whoever was messaging him.  I didn't know what to do so I just kept kissing his left foot.  "Why are you still on that foot?  There's a whole other leg to worship!"  I felt stupid for not realizing that this was what he wanted but also hurt that his phone was seemingly more important to him than the girl worshipping at his feet.  Still, not my place to say anything so I kept my mouth shut.

He then had me get up and sit on the bed. "It's been too long since we've fucked."  He told me to lie down, then pulled my legs apart and almost dove right in.  "Are you forgetting something, Sir?"  I had made a request for him to use protection since I had been on antibiotics all week.  He complied and then went straight to fucking.  Since I had been ill, I hadn't even touched my pussy in a sexual way for nearly a week so I wasn't sure how my body was going to react to suddenly being fucked. It was a little intense at first but the act of having his cock in my mouth had turned me on enough to make it bearable.  I had  missed his cock inside me.

Yet, as he's fucking, his phone was a priority - he seemed more interested in it than me.  I wanted to ask who he was talking to, to know why he felt it was okay to go through the motions fucking me when he obviously felt there was something else more important to attend to.  But then I remembered that I'm just his toy, to be used at his discretion, and I knew that anything I would have said at that moment wouldn't have mattered or made any sense.  Instead, I thanked him for fucking me.

He finally gave up the phone, reached down and found a pair of my black heels and put them on my feet. They had been left out from a previous session, and he really seemed to enjoy my legs in the air donned with these shoes.   He then said that he wanted punish me, but couldn't think of a good reason to because I had been such a good girl.  This made me happy because I try so hard to be good to him, but at the same time I really wanted to be spanked whether he thought I "deserved" it or not.  He knew this.  "Maybe I don't have to spank you just because you deserve it, maybe I should just spank you because I want to.  I like it better when you deserve it though.  But maybe I should punish you as a reward, because you really like to be spanked, don't you, you little slut?"  "Yes, Sir."

He had me get on all fours. I cringed at the feeling of the crop running along my back.  "You went out of your way to make sure I could orgasm tonight inside you, and this first strike is your reward."

"One, thank you sir."

"You were so good earlier at sucking my cock, it seems I can no longer  punish you for errors, I can only reward you with this next strike."

"Two, thank you sir."

"You left these shoes out so I could see you in them, and this next strike is your reward."

"And since you love being my little pain slut, I must reward you with this next one."

"Four, thank you sir."

"How many total should we give you?  10? 15? 20?"

"As many as you want to, Sir."

"30, I think 30 will do nicely.  Keep counting.  What number are we on?"  This seems to be his magic number.

"The next one is 5, Sir."

Most of the blows landed on my ass, but a few were on my back and those ones hurt rather badly.  I kept proper count and breathed through the pain. I have a love hate relationship with it.  There was one blow in the middle where he sort of missed and I didn't count because I subconsciously knew that he was going to do it over.  I was right, he said that one didn't count and hit me again, much harder in the same place.

"I don't care who else fucks you, but I'm going to mark you so they know that you belong to me.  Who does this ass belong to?"

"To you, sir."

After count 25 he got impatient and got up on the bed behind me. My cunt had to have been dripping from all of the beating.  He entered my pussy and for as good as it felt, I kept concentrating on the numbers as I feared this was a test.  If he thought he could mess up my counting with his cock - I desperately wanted to prove him wrong.

He kept fucking and eventually told me to cum. As I was cumming, he hit my back again. "26, thank you sir."  I was proud of myself for remembering what number we were on and I probably smiled but was glad he couldn't see me do that.  On strike 29 he sort of missed again, and I said out loud "that one doesn't count, Sir".  He told me I was a good girl for realizing that. I smiled a hidden smile once again.

He got through the last couple of counts quickly and dropped the crop, grabbed my hips and began to pound my pussy.  I could only imagine it from his point of view, his body bouncing off of my marked-up ass, his cock disappearing inside of my cunt over and over again.  He pressed me forward, leaning on me as he fucked, getting inside of me as deep as possible.  My pussy was starting to hurt a bit - after a week of no activity, the sudden intense fucking was a bit much after it had been prolonged.

He then wanted me to fuck him back from that position, and I don't know if I was too wet or just at a bad angle, but I could feel his cock bend back on my second stroke.  I immediately began to cry and apologized for hurting him.  I fully expected another beating in short order, but I didn't get one. Instead, he laid back on the bed, seemingly spent.  I laid next to him but didn't touch him - I wasn't sure what he wanted at that point.  He said he wasn't done and I told him I wasn't sure how much more my pussy could take.  I still wanted so desperately to please him but didn't know where this was going.

He told me to get on top of him, and I couldn't get the correct angle because the shoes I was still wearing were cutting off the circulation in my toes and he told me I couldn't take them off.  Eventually he realized they were in the way and took them off of me but by that point I was getting a cramp in my foot and generally just felt like a major disappointment.

I was ordered to get off of him, then he pushed my head down toward his cock.  "You'll have to do a really excellent job through a condom."  I hate the taste of condoms but at this point it tasted more like me than anything, but it was still sort of awkward.  I did my best though, and he seemed to like it.  I began rubbing the spot just below his balls, and he was in heaven, telling me to do it harder.  He eventually gave up on fucking me any more at least for the moment and ripped the condom off saying "I want to feel you" and I gave him my best effort at getting him off, rubbing and sucking and trying to look into his eyes although it was difficult from the angle I was sitting.  He really loved how I was rubbing him, even saying that it felt like he was orgasming even though he wasn't cumming.  I loved knowing that I could do that for him.

"I want to feel you inside me, do you have any gloves?"  A long time ago, I had bought a box of purple exam gloves when I was fucking this girl, but never got a chance to use them.  I remembered where they were, and jumped up to get them.  Unfortunately, my glasses were on the floor from when I threw them off earlier to suck his cock, and I stepped on them and broke them.  I didn't care though, I wanted to please him and this seemed like a perfect opportunity.

He began rubbing himself as I put on the glove and got the lube.  It was hot just watching him lie in the middle of my bed touching himself, with so much desire in his eyes for what I was about to do to him.  I positioned myself between his legs, and he demonstrated on my nipple the amount of pressure I should use once I was in there.  This was not to be, he eventually wanted me to press much harder than that.

Despite our previous engagement where I had fucked his ass, this was the first time I had ever had my fingers inside him and I loved it.  I moved in slowly, making sure that he was ready.  He tried to explain to me the spot he wanted me to reach and I told him that I knew where it was, I was just moving slowly so that I didn't hurt him.

When I found the spot, his eyes nearly rolled back in his head.  I'm sure I had a smug smile on my face but I couldn't help it.  I loved knowing that I could bring him this much pleasure.  I eventually switched to using my middle finger as it is slightly longer and I could get a better angle.  I experimented with different techniques, pressing directly up, rubbing side to side, in circles, etc. and listened to his words and his body to tell me what was working and what wasn't.

He continued to touch himself throughout this.  I had thought that I would take this over, either with my other hand or my mouth, but I liked that this was something we were doing together to get him to that place he so desperately needed to be.

I loved watching the expressions on his face as he was about to cum.  I just kept the same motions inside him as he jerked himself faster.  I smiled as I watched his thick juices pour out of him.  I ever so slowly began to withdraw my fingers, and he offered his hand to me to clean off.  I licked his fingers clean, then I took his cock into my mouth.  I could feel his body tense as I gently licked and sucked him, the sensations post-orgasm seemed rather intense for him.  I got a tissue to completely clean him up.

"I can't even move right now."  "You don't have to."

He then said he wanted me to spoon him and that he wanted to stay over, thinking these were odd requests.  I didn't think they were odd at all, but it was interesting to realize that this was the first time someone had slept in my bed with me since SM moved away.

I was happy to kiss his back and caress him until he fell asleep.  I was still slightly in awe that he was there at all, let alone completely sated from something I had done.  It didn't take him long, he was asleep rather quickly.

After he was asleep, I laid on my back so as not to completely lose feeling in my arm.  The pillows were not arranged in a proper manner for us both to use them so I grabbed some smaller blankets, one to lay over me and one to use as a pillow.  He eventually rolled over onto his back as well, his hand on my thigh.  I wasn't sure if that was intentional or coincidence, but I enjoyed being close to him nonetheless.

I woke up around 4am, used the restroom and came back to about a foot of space where I had been sleeping.  I knew this would be useless, so I slept on the floor until about 6am.  I wondered if he even noticed I was gone.

In the morning, maybe around 10am, we were both awake.  He simply asked, "Morning sex?" I sarcastically said no.  To me it was completely obvious that were going to go at it again that I found it silly that he even asked.

He put his hands behind his head. This was my cue to worship his body. I began kissing down his chest, then decided to tease his cock a little, running just the tip of my tongue up and down the length of it slowly.  When I eventually took him into my mouth, he moaned, loving the feeling of warmth surrounding his cock.  I worked up to a nice rhythm.  He held my hair back, not to direct my motions but so he could see what I was doing.  He had taught me a trick to help with deep throating since I still have a terrible gag reflex, so I tried that a few times as well.

He eventually told me to turn around so he could eat my pussy while I continued working his cock.  I was rather enjoying his tongue, but so often during 69 I get distracted by what is happening to me instead of what I'm doing.  To counteract this, I employed a simple rhythm that I could do mindlessly while enjoying his tongue exploring me.

He had me sit back on his face, nearly smothering him. I tried to use my hands on his cock, but I was off balance, so I arched my back and just let myself enjoy it.  Even though we weren't really in a scene, I still asked if I could cum.  He mumbled a positive noise from underneath me and I came all over his face.

I sat up, told him thank you and kissed him.  "I love it when you taste like me."  We instantly dove back into each other, my mouth devouring his cock and him eating my cunt as though it were his last meal.

He told me to get up.  I didn't even have time to balance myself before he pinned me down on the bed. He then kissed me gently. This is his M.O., demanding yet gentle - a total mindfuck.  He spread my legs open wide and wasted no time, just fucking me really intently.  He's said in the past that he likes dirty talk and he definitely likes compliments so I just started talking, making sure to end all of my sentences with "Sir".

"I love watching your face when you fuck me, Sir."

"I love it when you use my body for your pleasure, Sir."

"I love the way you pound me, Sir."

"Who am I kidding I like everything about you, sir."

"Well, it's time we did something about that."  Before he even finished his sentence he slapped my left breast from the side, and didn't even miss a stroke in my cunt.  Then I felt him pull my right breast inward, his teeth gnawing into my side.  I whined because not only did it hurt (it still hurts as I type this), but my pussy was starting to burn as well.  I had gotten too happy in that moment, and he had no choice but to put me in my place.

He then had me turn on my side and put one leg on his shoulder and went back to fucking.  I'm sure he could see the unhappy look on my face but I tried to keep quiet.  My pussy just didn't feel right and my thigh was not accustomed to being stretched in that manner.  Eventually I made some sort of noise and he asked what was wrong.  "It hurts, Sir."  "Why didn't you say something?" "Because you were having fun, Sir."

He laughed and pulled out and put my leg down.  I must have been holding my breath unwittingly because I gasped and then began to sob.  I was a disappointment and I knew it.  But he wasn't going to let me be one.  He was going to use me until he'd had enough.  He turned me onto my stomach so he wouldn't have to see me cry while he kept on fucking.  I bawled into the sheets, biting them so I would make as little noise as possible.  I couldn't understand why it burned so much.

A glimmer of hope appeared when I heard him mutter "oh fuck" and I could tell he was close to cumming.  I wanted him to reach that end because I didn't know how much more I could take but I also wanted to make sure he was sufficiently pleased.  I was afraid that he would stop himself from orgasm and bend me into some new position, but he didn't, he just pounded away harder until he shot his load.

When he pulled out and there were no longer the sounds of fucking to drown me out, he asked why I was crying.  At this point it was more tears of relief that it was over and that I didn't have to ask him to stop before he came and having him be mad at me for that.  I told him that it hurt and he got angry and asked me why I hurt and I told him I didn't know.  I crawled to the edge of the bed by the wall and curled up, still crying and apologizing for being such a disappointment.  I wanted to be exactly what he needed at all times, and despite how much I try, I knew either my body or my mind would always let him down.

He ordered me to shut up and stop crying.  I bit my tongue to try and stop myself but it was difficult.  He told me to take deep breaths, in through my nose and out through my mouth.  I couldn't breathe out of my nose at all because I'd been crying so much, so I sat up and got a tissue and tried to breathe like he asked.

He told me that I was done apologizing, and I said that I'd probably have something in the future I'd need to apologize for.  "For today, you're done apologizing."  He was very firm, so I simply said "Okay".  "Is there anything else I can do for you sir?"  "Smile."  "It's difficult, Sir."  "I know."

At this point he was already half dressed - I could tell that he wanted to get out of there.  Yet still, he held me close, my face pressed to his stomach.  "Thank you for being so good to me, Sir. I probably don't deserve it, but thank you anyway."

"Do you remember last night, when you had your fingers in me up to the hilt?  That was one of the best orgasms of my life."  "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Sir.  We can do that anytime you like, I have a whole box of gloves."  I smiled.  "See there's that smile!"  "Forgive me sir, I enjoy doing naughty things to your bum."

We kissed and as he was walking out, I mentioned that he never asked how I got this bruise on my breast.  He said, "it doesn't matter" and closed the door.

Office Sex, etc.

I've only worked here 6 years, and finally was able to hook up in my office.  It wasn't long after 5pm but it was on a day my boss wasn't in since she usually worked late.  I hadn't seen C in forever, he had a lot of personal drama going on and I wasn't about to get involved.  But one afternoon he began texting me, desperate to see me.  I wasn't quite sure when the cleaning staff came to the office, but was willing to take a chance.

I shut the door behind me and turned around.  His mouth attacked me, his large lips enveloping mine, hungry and filled with need.  I can feel his erection pressing against me already.  He apologizes in advance for not keeping up with his shaving (he usually keeps his member completely smooth) but I didn't mind, I liked his cock for it's size, not for the absence of hair.  He undoes my pants and slides his hand underneath my panties and is greeted with a wet pussy.  I remembered the times we had been together before and wanted it all again, except this time, in a much more taboo locale.  The mere thought had me dripping.

His fingers expertly bring me to a shuddering orgasm - my knees buckle and I nearly collapse in his arms.  I push him back in my chair and get on my knees.  I needed his cock in my mouth and I needed it immediately.  I took him in my mouth as far as I could.  He reiterated previous notions of him not really enjoying blowjobs unless I was the one performing them.  I smiled around his cock and quickened my pace.  I looked up and watched his eyes nearly roll back in his head.  He eventually stops me.  I thought I had done something wrong, but he just really needed to be inside me.

My desk had too many things on it to be bent over it properly so we chose the floor.  I laid on my back and relished the full feeling in my cunt when his huge cock entered me to the hilt.  I needed to be fucked hard and fast, no playing.  He tried to slow down but I wouldn't let him, bucking my hips up from floor needing more and more of him inside me.  I was able to reach one small orgasm before he flooded me with his cum.  Needless to say I was disappointed, this was not the fucking I had envisioned!  He tried to finger me again after that but the moment was lost.  He claimed that my blowjob had gotten him too excited.  For someone older than I, I thought he would be able to control his orgasms but apparently not.  I mean, I guess it was nice to know that I get him so excited but still.

Later that evening, I ended up seeing SM and sleeping in his bed.  I hadn't yet showered but it didn't matter, we didn't do anything sexual, we just cuddled.  When I woke up in the morning, the sunlight pouring over his body was almost too much handle, he was so beautiful - an image forever burned into my memory. I didn't want to leave but I had to.

That night, I met up with my RW and our mutual friends.  Again, everyone passed out and we stayed up talking forever.  Out of nowhere, he grabs my hand and puts in on his junk, then leans forward to kiss me and then somehow in all one motion pushes my head down. "No one ever taught you proper head etiquette, eh? All you have to do is ask!"  I remove his pants and take his cock into my mouth.  He's awfully quiet so I'm not really sure if he's into what I'm doing but then I realize he probably doesn't want to wake anyone up. Eventually he leads me to his room and bends me over and fucks me from behind.  This is definitely fucking for the sake of fucking - no passion, no romance, just sex.  I completely respect it.  While the details aren't all that sexy, I still come a few times and don't regret the experience.  I wonder though if his sister (my friend) could hear since her room was right next door. 

Memorial Day Weekend

After hours with friends at SM's place. I ask if I should stay or go, he says stay. We go to bed soon after that. He strips naked before going to bed but I only take off my pants. We immediately embrace. He says "if I'm teasing you too much you don't have to do this." It had been a few weeks since I had been here...I wasn't really thinking about sex, I just wanted a hug. "This is all I've wanted to do for two weeks, just hold you." He hugs me tighter. "Sex...is just icing." He pulls back a bit, looks me in the eye, and then kisses me deeply. "But sometimes it's just nice to do that." "Indeed." We realize that me still wearing a shirt is awkward, so it's removed. We continue to kiss and eventually I feel his fingers slide under my panties and inside of me, feeling my wetness.  He finds the right spot inside and sends me over the edge.  I'm compelled to keep relatively quiet and instead grab him tightly.  He kisses me as I come down from ecstasy. I explain that there are 2 different types of girls, those that build up to one orgasm that may or may not come, and girls like me that can keep on orgasming forever if allowed.  I think this was my subtle hint that I could have cum a few more times but I could tell that he was tired. We change our embrace naturally and settle in for sleep.  I commented on how with some people I toss and turn but I like that he and I fit together. We pass out and the next morning I give him a back rub and we get lunch together.

*****

As I was hanging out with friends, SM calls says he's having after hours.  I meet new some new people, and we stand on porch and chat for a long time. They leave, then SM and I listen to music. The Pixies, then the Mountain Goats, then Do Make Say Think. I love singing along to the Mountain Goats with him, it's a moment. In the middle, he asks "Why do I feel uncomfortable right now?" "Are you cold?" He wasn't wearing a shirt and we had just been outside to smoke. Shakes his head. "I shouldn't feel uncomfortable around you..." I say that I'm sorry I make him feel that way, it's not my intention. "And once again I'm hammered and you're not." "I'm used to it, don't worry about it." He says he needs to go to bed soon as it was almost 5am.

He again strips naked for sleep, I leave my panties and tshirt on. We embrace, his leg between mine, my leg over his hip. "I feel like all I do is tease you." This was sort of true but I never believed it to be intentional. "Nah, what makes you say that?" "Because i'm always too drunk to do anything". "I don't expect anything when I come over here. I just like to spend time with you." This was the truth.  He grabs me and holds me so tight.  I was happy to be on the same page with him, and expected to fall asleep in that exact position.

He goes in for the most intense kiss out of nowhere, and I'm taken aback for a second and apparently don't seem as into it as he would like. "Don't hold back." In between attacking him with kisses, I explain: "I'm not...I just never know what you want...you're really hard to read...you said you wanted to go to bed...so I believed you". I was practically on top of him at this point. He starts scratching my back intently, his thigh wedged between my legs, his mouth on my throat. I pull away long enough to remove my shirt. Simultaneously he pulls off my panties. I pull him on top of me. He sort of missed when he came in for the kiss, and I adjust a little under him and admit "You may or may not have just licked my eyeball. That was pretty funny." We both laugh hysterically and he rolls off me for a moment.  He mentions "I'm so glad we can laugh about these things."  "I think we have fun, right?" I ask. "Hell yeah we do." "And that's what it's about."

Somehow we went from laughing to him pinning my hands above my head, kissing down my body, until his fingers began to explore me inside.  I was not quite wet and it hurt a little. I waited to see if my body would adjust but it didn't, so I advised "not so deep".  He listened, and pulled his fingers back a bit and found a spot that hadn't been hit in a long while, pressing deeply downwards. I begin having explosive, convulsive orgasms - if his fingers weren't inside me, I could probably be mistaken for having a seizure. Somehow he ended up on my side of the bed, and I was perpendicular to him. "I have you figured out. I stay shallow and then press when you squeeze my fingers." I had no idea there was a method to the madness but I loved every second.  I think my vagina squeezing him was involuntary which made it that more interesting.  He came up and let me taste myself on his lips. I get very comfortable after so many orgasms and him by my side.  After a moment I move back to where we had started - we had to find his pillow, it had somehow migrated in the craziness of my orgasms.

Coming down from my orgasm high, I sigh, "You're wonderful." His response?  "I'm a fucking asshole."  There is a really long pause. "I'm a fucking asshole who happens to like you." I smile. "I like you too."  I fell asleep happy.

When you lay off the whiskey...

...good things can happen.

Coming down from a trip, I find myself on an epic journey to after hours at SM's place. Everyone leaves around 4:30, and by 5, he was ready to go to bed. We climb in bed and immediately spoon. His arms surrounding me, he kisses my shoulder, a seemingly perfect end to a wonderfully eventful day. I expected it to be cold so I left my hoodie on, but it wasn't, so as soon as I took it off I was met with his lips on my neck and his hands on my tits. He had said that he needed to crash because he had a lot to do the next day.

He's been so unpredictable that I wasn't sure if this was a "let's make out a bit before we pass out" moment or something more, and then he started grabbing for my clothes. He really loves my tits...who could blame him?

"Do whatever you want to me." "Oh don't you worry about that." I kiss his smooth downward as I reach for his fly. I treat myself to a deliciously hard cock. I'm perpendicular to him, but turn myself around as he reaches between my legs. "Spank me." One hand comes crashing down on my ass as two fingers from his other hand explore me inside. I increase the speed of my mouth on his dick, moaning around it as he finds all the right spots in my cunt.

I climb on top of him and slowly lower myself on him, relishing the feeling.  I try to start a rhythm but can't quite get the right angle so I ask if we can switch places.  He agrees but is slow to do so, wanting to kiss my neck.  I lean down and suck his cock again, enjoy my taste on him.  In one fluid motion, he flips me on my back, bends my knees back and enters me forcefully, deeply, intensely, hitting places he hadn't   before.  I couldn't stop cumming, I never wanted him to stop but despite the lack of whiskey he still didn't orgasm.  

We pass out. My alarm went off at 12:30, as I thought he would need to get up but he doesn't, so we fell back asleep for an hour. I wake up and kiss his neck a little, he doesn't respond but is awake. He asks, "What time is it?"  I reach for my phone on his side of the bed and as i'm looking for it under the pile of clothes, he spanks my ass a few times since I'm leaned over him. "Almost 2".

I look back and can almost see the "that should be enough time" look on his face. He flips me over and kisses me deeply, passionately. I can feel him getting hard against my leg. As we kiss, he rolls onto his back and without hesitation, my mouth is surrounding his cock, giving it my best effort. He responds with thrusting motions and delicious sounds of pleasure. Sometimes he's so quiet I never know if I'm doing it right but this time it was obvious. "You sure do know how to do that, and I really appreciate it. I replace my mouth with my hands for a moment to respond. "Well, I have been doing it for... [I couldn't remember how many years]...a while now." I smile, flip my hair out of the way and go back to what I was doing. He guides me to turn around enough for him to finger my pussy again while I continue. When a guy is really into it I can keep sucking cock just as long as my jaw doesn't go numb. It makes me so wet, just thinking about his cock moving in and out of me. Makes me want it in my pussy or deep in my ass. I wonder what it would take to get him to fuck my ass? Hmm...

Anyway, I took a break and kissed him and immediately he's rolling into me and sliding his leg between mine. I had redonned my panties for sleeping purposes, so I reached down and pulled them out of the way so that my dripping cunt would rub against his thigh. The purpose being a cross between needing to be pushed over the edge and wanting to mark him with my cum. I came hard, shaking in his arms, clawing at his back, not caring about what sounds I made. I think this threw him into a frenzy...he threw me onto my back, pried my legs apart and just started fucking. I needed it so badly, to be fucked like that, hard, no pretense, no "Is this ok?", nothing gentle, just stiff cock pounding into me. I was so wet he slid out a few times but was not dismayed, just kept right on going. I couldn't stop screaming "YES! FUCK ME!" over and over again. After several orgasms, he shifted a bit and started a different spot that really got to me, and as a huge orgasm rushed over me my legs clasped around his back and I kept him from thrusting for a bit so I could grind my clit against his body. He seemed to be convulsing a bit too so I thought he came too, which would have been wonderful but no matter what we do he never does. He could see that I was satisfied so he got up and went to the bathroom, came back and started to get dressed for work. I wondered if any of his coworkers would be able to smell me on him.

What's happening?

After taking a hiatus from hooking up, SM and I delve back into bed after a rather strange dinner party. We 69, he eats my cunt like he forgot what it tasted like and wanted desperately to remember. He takes a break, starts talking about his issues with a mutual friend while still lounging between my legs. I'm confused, are we fucking or having a heart to heart? I call him out on it.

"Are we talking about that or are you gonna eat my pussy? I'm down with either but not at the same time." I turn back around, we both laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation and pass out.

In the morning, I wake up around 10 and try to wake him up with my mouth. He barely moves, so I go back to sleep for a bit. I try again in a few hours, he's more receptive to it this time. I knew he said that he didn't want to hook up anymore - I took it as though he respected me as a friend too much to be hooking up with me the same way he did random girls from the bar. But now we've gone back to it...I'm not sad about it. I concentrate on giving him the best blowjob possible, and he seemed to be really into it. At some point he stops me, flips me onto my back and starts to fuck me silly out of nowhere. This goes on for a few minutes and then he gets up and starts to get dressed. Smacks my ass and says, "This has been fun, but you've got to get the fuck out of here."

How rude. He did need to go to work, but that was the first time I was kicked out as opposed to us walking out together. I go to leave and he's standing in the doorway, smoking a cigarette in my way. "If you want me to 'get the fuck out of here', you've gotta get out of my way." He moves, I walk out without looking back.

Did he regret hooking up after making such a point not to? I have no idea but he did call me the very next night to come over.

Impromptu meetings

At the bar in the middle of the week for a special occasion: a friend that was back from overseas, visiting town for one night only.

I ignore SM when he comes in the bar, not feeling the need to pull him in to our conversation. He eventually notices me in a booth, comes over to drunkenly announce that he's going to a different bar. I explain that I'm visiting with a friend that's only in town for the night. I believe he thought I was referring to the girl friend that we were with, and thought that my guy friend was his coworker - he was that drunk. He offers to host after hours, and he leaves but not before I correct him about my friend. I told him to call me but didn't really expect him to.

He does call around 1:30, and is surprised that I'm in same place, and comes back. My friends think he's weird and ask me if he's actually foreign. I secretly wonder if everyone has the same first impression of him, but remember that he's really drunk and everyone has the same impression of drunk people. They try to sneak me away from him at the end of the night, but somehow he convinces them to give us a ride.

We take our usual chairs at his place. He looks melancholy. A serious look on his face, he says slowly, deliberately, "I'm going to keep drinking, and at best will be a mediocre lover to you. I mean, I can go down for hours, but we've never really fucked." I'm not sure how to react to these statements. He puts on music that is emotional for both of us. He feels too far away, so I kneel on the floor by his desk chair and lean my head on his shoulder. Someday he'll get a couch.

He wonders why I put up with him, I tell him it keeps life interesting. He doesn't think that's a very good answer. My reply: "There are moments that can be quite confusing, but in the sum total of everything, it's completely worth it. Is that better?"

He smiles that disarming smile that makes me melt. I sit on the floor, leaned against his propped up leg, hold his hand. The music continues. He says the song is not about me, or about him, but about loneliness. A tear runs down my cheek and he gets upset. I drunkenly get up and say "Fine, I'll go back and sit in the chair and pretend like this doesn't affect me". He scoffs and gets up as well to use the bathroom. I scream the lyrics to the song playing that seem appropriate at that moment. I never know how to feel, how to react, to be what he wants. If he even knows what that is.

Something had told me that I would end up here at the end of the night even though I hadn't really wanted to. I hadn't showered before going out, I was wearing a guy's sweater and was generally feeling unsexy. It was a Tuesday for goodness sake. I knew that I needed to work at 8am so I wanted to get some sleep but that was not to be. When we end up in bed, he's practically using his body as a weapon (an actual one, not the metaphor) in making out with me; I fear I may be bruised by errant elbows and knees. I'm normally quick to remove my clothes but since I hadn't taken that initiative he was trying really hard to reach under my shirt and not quite figuring it out. At one point I had to force myself to roll him over because I was getting smashed into the corner and was almost getting claustrophobic.

He got up to get some water and put more music on. The end of the night shots or maybe the lateness had hit me. I decided to ignore my preconceived notions of my appearance and stripped and got back under the covers. I think he was a little surprised when he got back into bed, but pleasantly so. I let myself go, allowed myself to be overtaken by his kiss, his touch.

After a few orgasms we lie quietly for moment. He's holding me, and I whisper "You're wonderful. I hope you know that." He pulls away, and I immediately regret saying it. How do I always fuck things up? Why can't I just keep my mouth shut?

He looks me straight in the eye. "You're more than wonderful. I hope *you* know that." He rolls over and lays on his back and I curl up to him, my face buried in his chest - I can't even look at him. "I don't, but it means a lot coming from you." He tilts my head up and kisses me, gently this time. As much as I love intense make out sessions, sometimes a softer kiss really gets my juices flowing.

"I like it when you kiss me the way you want to be kissed." That was news to me...I always thought it annoyed him when I would try to slow down his pace.

He begins to kiss my neck, and before I know it, he's burying his face into my cunt. It seems his favorite position is 69, and he wordlessly directs my body into achieving this position. As always I'm distracted in this position, wanting to concentrate on what I was feeling as much as what my mouth was doing on his cock. I think he got into what he was feeling even though he was only semi-hard, but then I got confused because he started fucking me with his hands instead of his tongue. After I came a few more times, I sat up so I could concentrate more on him.

I get a zone sometimes when sucking cock. Even if I know the guy I'm with is too drunk or doesn't cum from blowjobs, this doesn't deter me. I keep thinking, "Maybe just this once the stars will align and I'll know exactly what to do at the right moment to make him explode." I've always wanted to create a story like that, to leave an anecdote to be told into the future.

"I can't wait til the day when you make me cum. Because when I do it, it takes me less than a minute." This was both encouraging and discouraging at the same time. It's as though he believed that I could make him cum with my mouth...someday...but probably not right now. But if he could do it in "less than a minute", why couldn't I do it even if I'd been trying for a long time? I felt awkward, inadequate.

"One of the biggest things about sex for me is pleasing the other person, and I feel like I'm not able to do that with you."

"I almost never cum from sex. Do you really think I'm keeping track tit for tat? If so, you'd be soooo far ahead." He smiles, which makes me smile and laugh a bit. As long as he's having fun, it's all good.

We go back at it. I concentrate on the feel of his smooth cock moving in between my lips, slowly. I silently wish the music was turned down slightly so I would be able to hear his soft, barely audible moans more clearly. The better the feedback, the better the blowjob, right?

After a while he puts his hand in my hair and gently pulls me toward him and kisses me deeply. He's got a look of sleep on his face, I imagine he needed to pass out but didn't want to do so while I was pleasuring him.

We lie together, quietly, my own few moments of personal bliss. As much as I love sex, I also love the afterglow. I hear myself say "Sometimes when I don't see you for a while, I think you're a figment of my imagination. too good to be true."

He tells me to shut up, and I say no. "I hate when you tell me to shut up." He laughs and thinks it's funny but I don't want to be told to shut up when I express how I feel. I suddenly realize that his drunkenness will cause most of the evening to disappear anyway, so why be angry? I fall asleep with my hand on his chest.

In the morning it's as though nothing ever happened, no intense words, no orgasms, nothing. I often want to ask what he remembers, if anything, but never find it to be appropriate. Sometimes I wonder if he knows who is next to him when he first wakes up. Never quite sure how to handle these situations and over time, it doesn't get any easier.

A dash of romance? Nah, couldn't be.

I slept through SM's call on a Thursday. I was surprised that he called at all since I hadn't heard from him in a few weeks.

Went out with coworkers on Friday, tried finding him out at our favorite bars, and even called him around 2 with no luck. Go home to bed a lot drunk and a little sad. Get woken up by a call at 4am to a slurred "I know...it's totally...inappropriate...to be calling...right now...but I need...some company." I get out of bed and make my way there to comfort him. I didn't expect him to actually talk to me about anything, I thought just being there was enough. He was upset about how some health issues had been affecting his work. We talked about it for a bit.

We go to bed shortly after. He was very sweet, wanted to cuddle. Next thing I know he's going down on me, but didn't really want me to do anything to reciprocate. He was more sensual than usual...kissing my inner thighs, using his tongue more than fingers.

As we start to go to sleep, he got upset when I told him I care about him. For some reason he thinks that the people he cares about shouldn't care back. I tell him he confuses me by being hot and cold. I recount many of the nice things he's said to me in the past, and he tells me it's all true. Yet still, when we're sober I see none of that. I don't know what to think, but it's late. We fall asleep cuddling.

I wake up in the middle of the night to put on my panties but can't find them anywhere. Sleeping without underwear just kept me wet and turned on as I was sleeping...I'm pretty sure I had some naughty dreams.

Before we went to bed, I noticed what time his alarm was set for...I happened to wake up about a half hour before that. I cuddle up to him, kiss his face, try to wake him up. The alarm sounds, he turns it off. I kiss his neck gently, then quickly dive my head under the covers and engulf his soft cock in my mouth. I enjoy how he slowly becomes hard as I lick and suck up and down his shaft. I move the blanket enough to look up at him, his eyes are closed, looking like he's in heaven. His hands slowly move to fondle my breasts and lower to my pussy that's still so wet from the night before. He wordlessly convinces my body to twist in such a way to allow him better access to my cunt without pausing my tongue's ministrations on his uncut erection. He dives in as though I were his last meal, but also very intent on getting his. He starts fucking my face and for once it's a concept I actually enjoy.

His hands and mouth work in tandem to build up the most intense orgasms inside me, and he doesn't let up until I've exploded into three or four in a row. I wonder if anyone in the house can hear me since I can't seem to be quiet. He sits up and kisses me.

"I love tasting my pussy on your lips."

He lies half on top of me, kissing me deeply. He holds me tight, his hands in my hair. I expect there to be more. I wonder aloud why his tank top is still on as I unsuccessfully try to pull it off. "Because I have to go to work soon." He moves to get up. "Kiss me first." He pauses, then leans forward to give me a slow, intense kiss, that is more satisfactory than expected.

We then get up and go about our day as if nothing had happened at all.

In search of...

...me, for once.

I'm sitting on my couch watching bad television on a Monday when I get a knock on my door at 9:30. I'm not expecting anyone, so I get up to answer the door instead of just yelling "come in". I'm very surprised to see SM. It's obvious that he's rather intoxicated so his motives for being at my apartment could be anything, especially so early. We usually hang out after the bars close.

I sit him down and we make small talk for bit. It gets quiet for a moment, and he says, in his slow, calculated manner, "You want to know...what I like...about you? You're so...welcoming...to people. You really...make people...feel welcome." That's probably one of the kindest, most sincere things anyone's ever said to me, unprompted and out of the blue. I told him that it's the nicest thing anyone could be, so that's what I try to do.

"You have to work tomorrow, I don't want to get you in trouble anymore." I had made an offhanded comment to him once about I had been chastised at work for being late, but I hated that he somehow was trying to take the blame for it. I make my own decisions, and if they happen to involve staying in bed with him a little longer, than so be it.

I put some music on, and we sing along to some favorite tunes. He seems like he wants to go to bed, or at least lie down, but he insisted on washing his feet first because he believed them to smell horrible. I gave him a towel and let him take care of that as I changed into pajamas.

He returns, and is sad to see I've already changed. "I wanted to watch you undress..." I told him that wouldn't be very exciting. I'm terrible at stripping, I get too impatient - I just want to be naked and touching, not semi-clothed and teasing. I climb into bed and he joins me after taking off his shirt. God I just love his shoulders...

He pulls me on top of him and kisses me. Strange, usually he's the one all over me, not the other way around. Then he says something I'd never thought I'd hear, at least not from him. "Do whatever you want to me." A secret submissive? He was too drunk to explore the concept in that moment, but I wasn't sad to take control in our usual activities. I straddled him and threw off my tank top...it was no longer necessary.

"You have such fantastic tits." A compliment that never gets old.

He apparently got distracted from his desire to have me be in control, so I find myself flipped onto my back, where his hand slips into my pants. His coordination in fingering me is not quite there, and it is much more intense than expected. I think he felt my body instinctively start to move away from him as what he was doing wasn't exactly comfortable so he stopped. He seemed wholly disinterested and/or too drunk for me to do anything to him, so I just curl up to him.

I was still sort of confused as to why he was there in the first place, but it wasn't long before he started talking. Maybe mumbling is a better way of putting it, but the pieces I was able to gather together didn't paint a very pretty picture. This led to a big misunderstanding but we were able to talk our way through it and we fell asleep spooning.

We wake up in the middle of the night, and begin to kiss and fondle each other. He tries to finger me again, but I let him know my stomach is bothering me. He worries, which is cute. We fall back asleep.

My alarm goes off early, and I'm still not feeling too great so I call in a half day. I spoon him, but he's still tired so we go back to sleep for a bit.

I wake up before him. I can't help but touch his soft skin, kiss his back, his shoulders. He seems cold, which is strange because he has 2 blankets compared to the one that I'm only half using. I cuddle up to him to keep him warm but he seems disinterested in being close.

I lie on my back, not touching him. I almost fall back asleep when he turns around out of nowhere and pulls me to him, lifting my leg over his hip, his erection firmly pressed against my stomach. I adjust myself a bit so my arm is under his pillow and the head of his cock is pointed at my clit. I had put my panties back on before we slept, so he decided to be a bit of a tease and try to fuck me with them still on. The pressure was too much on me, I needed more. In between kisses, I reached down and pulled the crotch of my panties far to one side, and on his next thrust he found himself half inside me, something I don't think he was expecting. He immediately flipped me onto my back and began fucking me with abandon. He missed a couple of times - I always get so wet! - and eventually he went soft so he rolled off of me. He had this look on his face that I couldn't quite read.

I still had plenty of time before I had to leave so I took it upon myself to try to please him with my mouth. I always hope that someday I can get him to cum this way. I was doing this for quite a while but eventually he stopped me. He was super quiet through all of it, so clearly he was distracted, but by what? Was he upset with me for calling off work? Embarrassed that he didn't stay hard while we were fucking? (This really doesn't bother me.) Or was it our conversation from the night before that was still on his mind? I never did find out. We share an awkward moment as he gets dressed and leaves.

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.

"Can I stay here?"

Hanging out with new friends at the bar, we get beer and end up back at my place.

Everything is quite chill, our friend plays DJ, we smoke and have some good conversations.

SM looks more tired than usual for that hour. Eventually he says "I need to sleep soon."

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"Can I stay here?" Staying at my place wasn't a one time thing? Very surprised.

Eventually everyone leaves and it's just the two of us. "Make sure I'm up for work by 11:30."

I thought we would go right to sleep, but after a bit of just lying there, his mouth attacks mine. I'm seemingly irresistible.

Clothes are ripped off, his lips go straight for my clit, his fingers for my g-spot. I suddenly find a cock near my face. Delicious.

He tells me once again how much he likes spanking me, and while it's not the most coordinated effort, it's still appreciated. I wonder if it's even possible to teach someone how to spank you the way you want.

Eager, intense, seemingly effortless orgasms. He knows exactly how to push my buttons.

The last thing he says before passing out: "Oral sex is fun!" I can't help but giggle.

We fall asleep tangled in each other, perfection. I'm happy to make a few memories in my own bed.

I wake up still laughing about what he said. He's concerned at first because he didn't remember, but once I explained he was laughing too.

How do you want your eggs?

Out at the bar with SM and a mutual friend.

"Let's go back to your place for wine and cocktails, ok?", our friend suggests.

After a brief after hours, our friend wants to go home and crash, and expects SM to leave with him, but he says he thinks he'll stay. I'm somewhat shocked; he hates being at my house. I'm mildly embarrassed at my messy apartment but too drunk to do anything about it.

He motions to my bedroom, and we both are quick to remove our clothing as we climb into bed. I still am in awe at how he kisses, the level of passion and zeal are unmatched in my experience.

His slender fingers make their way between my legs, expertly applying the proper friction and pressure to elicit a few orgasms from my body before we pass out early, well, early for him.

We wake up early as well, he's hungry for food, I'm just hungry for him. I could tell that this was not something I could talk him out of, so I offer to cook. It began as a joke but then I realized that I actually did have the ingredients, and proceed to do so in my underwear. I would have preferred him to stay naked in bed while I cooked, but it wasn't to be. He seems to think I'll burn the bacon and can't chop things, so I let him dice the onion and peppers. A bit unnerving to cook for a chef.

We're quite a pair, him fully dressed as he had gone out for a cigarette, and me in my underwear waiting on the oven. Laying in bed, fingers intertwined, we tell stories of drugs and threesomes like it was the most normal thing in the world.

I was distracted and burned it a little but he still had three helpings before taking off to work. I sat on my couch, pleasantly satisfied that I hadn't completely failed at cooking for him.

Just another Manic Monday...

SM is not too into texting, but he sent me a couple of messages just after midnight.

"Do you want to come over tonight?"

(10 minutes later)

"I want to play with you right now."

I was dead asleep, but soon after that he called and woke me up. Such a lovely voice to wake up to. I took a quick shower and was on my way.

As I walk into his place I see his computer screen displaying a bunch of porn video thumbnails. No descriptions, just a screenshot of each. He tells me to pick one. So I don't have to get up, I say "the one with the big boobs on the left" and let him decide which one that is.

His lack of a furniture piece made for more than one person can be frustrating at times, but it just means that when he does sit with me on his recliner he's basically sitting in my lap.

He starts to fondle my tits as we try to get into the office threesome scene unfolding in front of us. The terrible dialogue was turning us both off.

"Perhaps we should move." He gestures to the bedroom.

We immediately fall to the bed, kissing, hands everywhere, clothes flying. He reaches between my legs but I'm not too wet to I suggest that he spank me to get things going.

"I really like spanking you." After several hard swats I guided his hand to touch me again so he could see the difference it makes. Next thing I know my legs are near my head and he's sliding inside me. Fast, frantic fucking, like he didn't want anything else in that moment but to pound me. It was beautiful.

He took a break for a second and I asked if he would fuck me from behind, something I had been craving since I hadn't seen much of CW lately. I prepared myself for awesomeness but I think the alcohol got the best of him at that point and it just didn't happen. I was a little disappointed and laid there rather frustrated.

He got up to get some water and got a phone call. When he returned, he found me face down, touching myself. He laid on top of me, which I think he was only going to do for a second but I told him not to move. I continued what I was doing, enjoying the weight of his body as resistance as I ground my cunt against my hand. I begged him to tell me something dirty. His warm breath in my ear with that accent telling me how much he likes to make me cum sent me soaring over the edge.

After that he rolled me over and dove his face into my pussy, desperately lapping up my juices and creating even more, contorting his body in such a manner that his cock was conveniently in front of my face.

He slides two fingers inside me, then asks me how he can make it better, how he can make me cum even harder. I let on that the most sensitive spot is actually right under my clit, something he has definitely remembered.

We're lazily playing with each other, when I think of a song to put on since there was strangely no music being played. If there are any lesbians reading this, they'll shoot me for having put on Melissa Ferrick's "Drive", but that song really turns me on. I did mention that it was actually about girls going at it as I climbed on top of him. After riding him to a few more orgasms, I was spent, exhausted.

"I think you can guess what I want." I was too out of it to know what he could possibly desire at that moment and told him so as he began to rub my shoulders.

"I want to put my dick in your mouth." It was less what he said and more how he said it, a dirty need of his more than just a request that got me hot. I mustered up some energy and settled between his legs. He tried to get me to stay where I was so he could at least touch my pussy, but I really just wanted to concentrate on him this time, to focus on how he felt in my mouth, to experiment with his foreskin, to be able to pay attention to the sounds he was making and his motions. His hands on my head, gently guiding my mouth to be penetrated deeper. I loved it.

All of this ended when he got up out of bed, turned around and tells me that I seem to have a high opinion of him that he doesn't deserve. This completely floored me, and I respond by saying that I don't know why he gives me the time of day but I try really hard not to question it. The mood turned from sexy to emotional quite fast - I figured that he may have wanted that in the first place but was operating under a guise of sex to get me into his bed.

He says that he doesn't know why he gives anyone the time of day, so naturally I ask him "Then why am I here?"

"Because I care about some people, yourself included."

"I would ask why but I know you wouldn't tell me."

"I don't really know, myself."

"Maybe it's because I can see past how most people see you, and I still like you."

He smiles, and kisses me deeply, which leads to him eliciting a few more orgasms out of me before we fall asleep to the sound of the rain, coiled in each other.

When I wake up, he's facing away from me. I kiss his back, and wrap my leg around him.

"Every morning before I go to work I get myself off thinking about you, so why should this morning be any different? Except it's better this time because you are here."

I began touching myself with him pressed into my side, kissing and touching me all over. I made myself cum, then rolled over, feeling his hardness and pressing it into me. I mounted him, taking what I needed from him. I was so wet that he kept falling out, so I rolled over onto a pillow so as to get the perfect penetration angle. As he's fucking me, my phone alarm went off, so I threw it across the room.

We exhausted each other, and I reset the alarm for 20 more minutes of sleep. I notice him touching himself under the blanket so I dive my head under the covers and enjoy the taste of myself on his cock. I lament that I can't figure out how to make him cum and ask if he could show me so maybe I could learn from how he does it. I lay next to him, touching and kissing him as he brings himself closer and closer to the edge. He grabs me intensely as he orgasms.

"You get it now?"

"No, you grabbed me and I couldn't see. We'll have to try that again sometime."

I had to go to work but I really didn't want to, it seemed much preferable to stay in bed...maybe he'd cover me with his cum the next time.

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?

A memorable birthday...

My birthday was on a Sunday and I had to work the day before, so I didn't make any plans, just thought I would see what would happen. I took a nap after work, got dressed up and went out, on a mission to find SM. Went to the usual hangout, he wasn't there but I knew the bartender and ran into some other friends so I had a drink and two shots for free. This sudden rush of alcohol gave the me the nerve to call SM. He was across the street at a different bar with a mutual friend. There was a band doing covers of old songs, Chuck Berry and the like. They both bought me drinks, and since I had forgotten to eat anything before going out, it hit me really hard. I had to excuse myself for a minute, but no one knew cause I went right back out to the dance floor. SM was so cute in his fedora trying to spin me around. Not the greatest dancer but his enthusiasm made up for it.

Back at his place, he insisted on putting on more music and continuing dancing at his place. I was too drunk and could barely stand up...being spun around wasn't really in the cards.

We ended up in bed and next thing I know he's devouring my cunt. I came a few times before passing out. We slept for roughly forever. I have a vague recollection of an alarm clock going off and also of a phone ringing but not being sure when either of those things happened.

Eventually he sat up straight in bed, incredulous at the time, it was almost 5pm! He had needed to be at work much earlier, but instead of scrambling to get ready, he simply said "I'm not going to work today", made a phone call to assure his shift was covered, and handed me a bottle of much needed water.

He climbed back into bed. The sight of his delicious body had me speechless. He kissed me hard, deeply, his hands all over me, causing me to shake a bit, my core becoming wet.

"What do you want?"

Normally when he asks this, it feels akin to an interrogation, as though I have some ulterior motive that he's trying to uncover. This time it was a much softer question, as though he truly wanted to give me what I wanted in that moment. If this was related to the fact that it was my birthday, so be it.

"For you to do what you want with me."

It was true. I wanted him to take me, to fold me into whatever position, to use me in whatever way he liked. I wanted to please him. I wanted him to use me, my body to bring himself to ultimate pleasure and for me to derive my own pleasure from knowing that he was satisfied. In our previous encounters he had not orgasmed, and while this could be attributed to being intoxicated, it also made it all feel a little one sided, despite his apparent enthusiasm for feasting on my pussy. In short, I needed him inside me, and wanted to see what his face looked like when he came.

He climbed on top of me, pressed my knees to my chest, and slid inside me. Exactly what I was hoping for. Slow going for mere seconds until he began a quick rhythm that dragged an orgasm from my depths outward, my legs surrounding him as he fucked me with abandon.

My thoughts: "This is my life. I'm 27 now, and this fascinating, mysterious, gorgeous man wants to fuck me, is deep inside me right now. This is THE life."

As we're getting dressed later, I have a fabulous idea. "How do you feel about sushi?" He was rather excited at the idea - turned out he'd never been to the only sushi place in town. Icing on the cake of a fabulous day.

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.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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.