5 is a Good Number

And I'm back. Was way too wasted yesterday, preferred to cut the story short and go back to bed. Was pretty today, so I apologize for the extended suspense.


When we reached my floor we were pretty much all over each other and I decided to slow it down a little. I pushed her back gently and caught my breath, and turn around to reach for a bottle of wine and two glasses in my kitchen. She ventured around the apartment, undressing herself while looking at my stuff.

I sat on the couch and watched her attentively while I was pouring us some. After a while, probably satisfied with what she had seen and with what she had been showing off, she strolled back to the touch and sat beneath me, holding her head up with her arm against the back. We smiled, kissed and drank.

It might sound weird for someone with little control over her body when it comes to sex, but even though when I masturbate I have the hardest time slowing it down and not reaching a point of no-return, when I'm with someone, even if only for sexual reasons, I like to tease and take my time. I like to watch, to savor the moment and enjoy the spectacle, take pleasure in the ritual dance of the flirt and all its phases.

I gently touched her face and kissed her passionately a few times, when she suddenly jumped on me, adroitly reaching for my glass at the same time and putting it down on the ground, while she grabbed me behind the neck with her other neck. I was in for a night of round-robin at taking control. And what a night.

For someone who claimed this wasn't her usual thing, she did incredibly well. She teased me to the point where I wanted to beg her to fuck me. She licked all parts of my body, from my ears to my toes, playing gently with my nipples, my fingers, my cheeks, my neck my back and all articulations. She undressed me like a good dancer makes you whirl: with grace, with movements that appear as beautiful and smooth whether executed in a split-second or lived through in slow-motion. Then she started to get down on me, playing with my thighs, my lips and touching my clit gently.

I stopped her and she pushed me back. I was enjoying myself, so I let go. I freely gave myself away and offered her the satisfaction of the conqueror. She was being so gentle and patient, so teasing. And then I felt myself be pushed back on the couch, as she violently inserted her fingers inside me and lifted me with one arm, her other hand grabbing my ass and preventing me from resisting. I gasped. I was surprised. She finger-fucked me roughly and made me come in a heart-beat, starring at me with an expression of domination.

As I came, she kept going, hurting me a little as my pussy needed a rest and her touched made me jump. I gave myself 10 seconds and knocked her out of the couch, holding her on the carpet. I went down to her pussy straight away and grabbed both her hands under her back with one hand, while my other one went for her asshole. I finger it gently while I was licking her clit, and I could tell she was surprised as well. I teased her for twenty minutes. Changing rythm, stopping to lick her gently, or to go up her body and kiss her nipples. She was going crazy and I was smiling like an idiot. A very evil idiot. When she was ready, I laid down beside her and turn her to her side, inserting 2 fingers inside her and using the other 2 rub her clit, while my other hand pressed hard against her breasts and my teeth were marking her neck, to then relax her with my tongue. I let go off her breast and slid my arm from beneath her to play with her ass-hole again, and after a while started to play with both her ass and pussy. When I had a good rhythm and felt her start moving in sync, I decided it was time to take control again. I rolled on top of her as I rolled her on her stomach, putting my hands swiftly back in position and fucking her frenetically until she came.


The rest of the night is a blur. The bottle of wine disappeared as we licked and kissed each other, and a good part of my vodka took a hit as well. We went at it 3 more times, every time with more passion and violence, but at the same time with less surprises, as if it was our rhythm, the way it was supposed to be. We fell asleep on the carpet.

I woke up around 5AM as she was fondling my breasts like a teenager, and realized we were now in bed. We fucked again, very slowly and gently this, pleasuring each other at the same time, close to one another and kissing all the way through. My head was already pounding but I went back to sleep. When I woke up to write you, she was sleeping and snoring like a (Colombian??) polar bear. I woke her up gently as well, and we ate each other slowly again. Then I woke up, poured some more wine (though my head was a wreck at the time, but I needed to save appearance), and we ate in bed.


I kicked her out late in the afternoon, with a half-hearted promise of doing this again, sometime. Possibly with friends, then, I offered. She seemed to play with the thought, smiled, and went into the hallway, touching my hand as she left.

Her name was Sarah. Simply Sarah. Not so Colombian. Doesn't sound that dangerous, once you know the beast...