no one i can't change with the sheets

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Everything I didn't get with my last couple of hookups I finally got with #5. I absolutely needed it, against all better judgment and the advice of friends who tell me things I don't want to hear. "Don't let him think that he's so good that you need him." My narcissistic self convinces them that it's really the other way around. Or maybe it's completely mutual.

I drove slowly in the rain as he slid his hands down my pants. Feeling up my clit and leaving me no choice but to pull to the first lane and barely tap the gas to keep moving. I struggled to keep myself from bucking my hips, grinding against his fingers and coming at 60mph. My car was skidding and because I really don't want the headlines to read "Bipolar Film Major Takes A Scene Out of Jules et Jim and Kills Lover in Tragic Accident" I put his hands back on his own lap and drove with both hands on the wheel.

He sucked off his fingers and swore to eat my pussy all night. Within seconds of entering the bedroom, he had my pants pulled off and his face buried between my legs. Oh my... I don't have anything poetic to say about how great his tongue felt on my clit again. It just puts me into this trance and when he inserts his finger inside me, immediately hitting my g-spot, I come as hard as a woman can with the blended orgasm. I was trembling and shaking and he pinned me down, forcing me to ride it out again and again.

The most amazing look was on his face when I sat myself up to watch the hunger and lust in him as he milked out my orgasm. This is his signature thing and I still have pictures from the first month we met where his face is buried between my legs. Wow. Now I know how guys can fall in love with a good cocksucker. It's that look of insatiable lust just begging to pleasure you. Who could say no to that?

I finally got to feel his cock inside me. I begged him to hold it in deep so I can feel how perfect his cock fits inside me. How perfectly tight my pussy is wrapped around him and how perfectly deep his cock fits so that he doesn't hurt me by stabbing my cervix. I wanted to get entombed in concrete in that position and have future archaeologists discover our tomb and exhibit us as "21st Century Sex Freaks" or something with a more appropriate title.

It took a while for me to get my rhythm back after coming so many times already. Unfortunately, the waves don't keep on going forever. I had to take my time sucking his cock before hopping back on. I shoved his cock deep into my throat and wiggled my tongue out to slurp on his balls. Yes, I've got skills. When I crawled back up on top of him, he said to me, "Your mouth feels good, but your pussy feels even better..." and let out the hottest groan as he drove his hips into me. He grabs onto me and my whole body is flying and bouncing on his cock.

He mixed gentle with rough and I got what I wanted from him. When he came all over me, I asked for him to feed it to me. I savored the taste along with his kisses. He's a mouthful but I won't spit him out.

We fucked again in the morning and then we laid still in silence. I had my nose against his cheek as tears trickled down my eyes and evaporated off the side of my nose completely unbeknownst to him. When he left my bed to go outside for a cigarette, I immediately ripped off the sheets. I look forward to burning them. Or maybe leaving them in the laundry room for anyone who needs a new duvet cover. I didn't get the closure I thought I would get, just silence and I struggled to place a period, to put a FIN. to our affair, but I stuttered and left it at an ellipsis...