But hey, I'd do her anytime...
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Sex in Second Life... I Think I Can Give This a Shot!
Regarding my potential exploration of Second Life as a sexual feeding ground, I had a look around and think this could do the trick (at least for a week or so...)
Not bad, but I am not sure I can get too much worked up on that... But then you find better stuff, with some more effort. This would just mean buddying up with a few other perverts online:
But the quality is a bit disappointing for 2010, don't you think? IT geeks surely can do better than that. Or maybe all the goods are actually busy developing really useful stuff, which is fair enough and probably better than working on satisfying my crazy cravings but cannot I get something as good as that? Then I'd sign up...
Yes, I know, I reach new lows every day...
Sex in "Second Life"
I have never tried Second Life but recently heard it's actually decent for online sex and also to hunt for porn videos and pictures.
What do you guys think? Is it worth the trouble, or is this crap really way to pixelated for me to enjoy anything at all? Just give me a shout to let me know, I'd be glad to get in and have some fun, as long as the experience is not ruined by the environment. Can I at least feel the thrill of excitement I get with webcam sex or phone sex?
And are there any decent places to go to to get your (dirty and naughty) hands on a stash of porn movies?
Just let me know.
What do you guys think? Is it worth the trouble, or is this crap really way to pixelated for me to enjoy anything at all? Just give me a shout to let me know, I'd be glad to get in and have some fun, as long as the experience is not ruined by the environment. Can I at least feel the thrill of excitement I get with webcam sex or phone sex?
And are there any decent places to go to to get your (dirty and naughty) hands on a stash of porn movies?
Just let me know.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
And My Valentine Was...
After some long and thoughtful consideration, my Valentine's Day date ended up being contestant number 2. And in the end I am glad of my decision. We had a very great date, very fun, very cute, and decent sex at the end. No, not great. It started very well and very sweet, perfect for a Valentine with a newbie, but I would have liked a more rougher turnaround after a few hours... oh well, that was still all in good fun.
And sorry for the ones who offered themselves as additional candidates via e-mail or on my Google Buzz :)
I hope you all had a good Valentine's Day too.
And sorry for the ones who offered themselves as additional candidates via e-mail or on my Google Buzz :)
I hope you all had a good Valentine's Day too.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Got Asked Out on Valentine's Day!
I have just been asked out for Valentine's Day, yay! :D
Well actually, I've even been asked out twice. Don't get your hopes high - never will I - as none of these two pretenders are Tim, my fabulous encounter from last month. And neither of them is a prince charming or mister right type that I would spend a lovely and mellow evening with on February 14, to then end spending the rest of my life with them or hoping I would have spent the rest of my time with them.
Basically, they're both sexual interests. The first being a former fuck-buddy cruising back to NYC and who quite blatantly made it clear that he wouldn't mind seeing me again and have some fun. Subtle, very subtle... but, well, also good, very very good... I am weak, yes, I know. The second one is actually a more recent friend with whom we only had near misses... It seems like we could have gone at it from the start but every time we stopped it in its tracks. Timing wasn't right, other relationships weren't, one or another needed comfort more than sex, or a bunch of other reasons. It's actually unbelievable we haven't fucked so far, to the point that our friends don't even believe us when we say we haven't. Yet.
So, now the cruel dilemma. Which one do I pick. This is just mean. This is just for a fun night with a dinner, some drinks, and a very possible happy ending, but still: I don't like turning down good candidates.
I thought of meeting one of dedicating lunch and afternoon to my ex and dinner and the night to my future, but... somehow, as they know me, I'm pretty sure they would take the hint, so that would be as hurtful. Fun, but still a bit disrespectful for them. I think I'll have to pick one, and well, make it up to the other at some point (No, I won't pass! You're nuts? I've got 2 studs who are dying to fuck me and that I am dying to fuck, there's not a chance in hell I won't do them...)
So, what about you choose for me...
On my left, contestant number one is from latin-american descent, tall, with big black eyes, short black hair, smells like an angel and is a very passionate-though-slightly-dominant-lover, who the last time exhausted me so much I spent the day after sleeping in and called in sick at work (well, that, and also, I felt a bit sore...).
He's well behaved and educated, but I've come to learn that all his manners mean only one thing: I wanna screw you. He can be sometimes a bit impolite to other people, and his macho side is hurtful to other women. Nobody's perfect.
He likes dancing, salsa, hot food, hot chicks, hot cars...
Quite predictable, I guess, but you know that the service is as good as what you'd expect.
On my right, contestant number two is more of a mystery. He's a bit shorter, though not a dwarf (I don't like small guys much.., depends, but I prefere taller guys. Not necessarily very tall, but I need something. At least a half-head taller than me). He has brownish hair, cute smile, less of a macho guy and looks like he's coming right out of a Gap commercial. He's a gentleman under all pretenses, holds doors for me but others as well, helps ladies on the bus, is good with kids, and has the silent and strong calm of a huge teddy bear. I haven't slept with him yet, and I know a bit less about his personal life, but he seems like a straight. I mean, I know he's straight, but like a good guy.
He also has an advantage over contestant number 1, as he already told me part of the plan for the night - came prepared, good! - but hinted at some upcoming surprises - and they didn't all involved roaring at me and winking.
I have to say, contestant number 2 looks more like someone you'd want to go on a date with, have that first sparkles and stuff like that, you know. And I'm dying to know him more and finally sleep with him. BUT... contestant number 1, aahhhhhh. He really left me breathless a few times, and that counts a bit... And considering, like I said, that I don't plan on Valentine's Day 2010 to be the date I mean the love of my life, I could prefer something without any strings over a "good" and caring date.
Hmmmm, this is too hard!
Come ladies, help me! Which one do I pick? Please answer in comments, I need you!
And please, give me some reasons, otherwise, undecided as I am, except if there's a strong consensus, that won't be enough for me.
Well actually, I've even been asked out twice. Don't get your hopes high - never will I - as none of these two pretenders are Tim, my fabulous encounter from last month. And neither of them is a prince charming or mister right type that I would spend a lovely and mellow evening with on February 14, to then end spending the rest of my life with them or hoping I would have spent the rest of my time with them.
Basically, they're both sexual interests. The first being a former fuck-buddy cruising back to NYC and who quite blatantly made it clear that he wouldn't mind seeing me again and have some fun. Subtle, very subtle... but, well, also good, very very good... I am weak, yes, I know. The second one is actually a more recent friend with whom we only had near misses... It seems like we could have gone at it from the start but every time we stopped it in its tracks. Timing wasn't right, other relationships weren't, one or another needed comfort more than sex, or a bunch of other reasons. It's actually unbelievable we haven't fucked so far, to the point that our friends don't even believe us when we say we haven't. Yet.
So, now the cruel dilemma. Which one do I pick. This is just mean. This is just for a fun night with a dinner, some drinks, and a very possible happy ending, but still: I don't like turning down good candidates.
I thought of meeting one of dedicating lunch and afternoon to my ex and dinner and the night to my future, but... somehow, as they know me, I'm pretty sure they would take the hint, so that would be as hurtful. Fun, but still a bit disrespectful for them. I think I'll have to pick one, and well, make it up to the other at some point (No, I won't pass! You're nuts? I've got 2 studs who are dying to fuck me and that I am dying to fuck, there's not a chance in hell I won't do them...)
So, what about you choose for me...
On my left, contestant number one is from latin-american descent, tall, with big black eyes, short black hair, smells like an angel and is a very passionate-though-slightly-dominant-lover, who the last time exhausted me so much I spent the day after sleeping in and called in sick at work (well, that, and also, I felt a bit sore...).
He's well behaved and educated, but I've come to learn that all his manners mean only one thing: I wanna screw you. He can be sometimes a bit impolite to other people, and his macho side is hurtful to other women. Nobody's perfect.
He likes dancing, salsa, hot food, hot chicks, hot cars...
Quite predictable, I guess, but you know that the service is as good as what you'd expect.
On my right, contestant number two is more of a mystery. He's a bit shorter, though not a dwarf (I don't like small guys much.., depends, but I prefere taller guys. Not necessarily very tall, but I need something. At least a half-head taller than me). He has brownish hair, cute smile, less of a macho guy and looks like he's coming right out of a Gap commercial. He's a gentleman under all pretenses, holds doors for me but others as well, helps ladies on the bus, is good with kids, and has the silent and strong calm of a huge teddy bear. I haven't slept with him yet, and I know a bit less about his personal life, but he seems like a straight. I mean, I know he's straight, but like a good guy.
He also has an advantage over contestant number 1, as he already told me part of the plan for the night - came prepared, good! - but hinted at some upcoming surprises - and they didn't all involved roaring at me and winking.
I have to say, contestant number 2 looks more like someone you'd want to go on a date with, have that first sparkles and stuff like that, you know. And I'm dying to know him more and finally sleep with him. BUT... contestant number 1, aahhhhhh. He really left me breathless a few times, and that counts a bit... And considering, like I said, that I don't plan on Valentine's Day 2010 to be the date I mean the love of my life, I could prefer something without any strings over a "good" and caring date.
Hmmmm, this is too hard!
Come ladies, help me! Which one do I pick? Please answer in comments, I need you!
And please, give me some reasons, otherwise, undecided as I am, except if there's a strong consensus, that won't be enough for me.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
The Perfect Ending for a Good Week-End - 4
This is part 4 of my Perfect Ending for a Good Week-End story. Read parts 1, 2, and 3.
Tim drove me crazy for a time that seemed to last forever but I never wanted to end. I was already so horny after blowing him and my hands kept reaching for my pussy to masturbate any chance I got. Let's say Tim was incredibly confident in his abilities, and rightly so. He still had this shy look on his face, but his actions spoke otherwise. He teased me, very slowly, with his tongue and fingers until I begged him for more.
His tongue and lips were soft on my clit, and - thank you God! - he never even once pressed them too hard and never ruined the sensation and broke the flow of it (Don't you just hate that, when suddenly the guy gets too into it and thinks ravaging you will make you climb the walls? No, freaking idiots, it just hurts a bit, and then we lose our concentration, and we have to build it up again. That's frustrating as hell, and not at all in a teasing way!! Just. Don't. Do that!). His hands get running over my body, never stopping to play with all parts of me. He would occasionally stop building me up down there to come back for my nipples, licking them and rubbing his lips on them. It was at the same time a bit frustrating to see him stop what he had started, but also so fucking good.I dig guys who know how to treat your sensitive parts with respect and tender loving care. He bit gently, licked gently, even groped gently, but still passing on passion and desire in everything he did.
Tim drove me crazy for a time that seemed to last forever but I never wanted to end. I was already so horny after blowing him and my hands kept reaching for my pussy to masturbate any chance I got. Let's say Tim was incredibly confident in his abilities, and rightly so. He still had this shy look on his face, but his actions spoke otherwise. He teased me, very slowly, with his tongue and fingers until I begged him for more.
His tongue and lips were soft on my clit, and - thank you God! - he never even once pressed them too hard and never ruined the sensation and broke the flow of it (Don't you just hate that, when suddenly the guy gets too into it and thinks ravaging you will make you climb the walls? No, freaking idiots, it just hurts a bit, and then we lose our concentration, and we have to build it up again. That's frustrating as hell, and not at all in a teasing way!! Just. Don't. Do that!). His hands get running over my body, never stopping to play with all parts of me. He would occasionally stop building me up down there to come back for my nipples, licking them and rubbing his lips on them. It was at the same time a bit frustrating to see him stop what he had started, but also so fucking good.I dig guys who know how to treat your sensitive parts with respect and tender loving care. He bit gently, licked gently, even groped gently, but still passing on passion and desire in everything he did.
While he was licking my tits, Tim suddenly plunged his fingers into my pussy. I arched my back in response, a bit surprise and wondering what was going to be his next move... He stayed there for a while - guess maybe the multi-tasking with his mouth being busy on my nipples is tricky... I'll give him that - and then started to rub his 2 fingers gently, twirling them inside me, exploring me. After a little while, he started to exert stronger pressure, and building up speed, ever so slightly.
He went back down to my clit, his fingers going faster and faster in circles inside me while he was kissing it. Then his tongue started to run in circles, and I was feeling my tension building up like a storm. He was going steady, driving me toward my orgasm with the regularity of a clock, with some speed-ups every now and then. At some point, after slowing down just a little, Tim suddenly started to pant as he was licking me and his fingers stop twirling to just curl themselves forward in fast, strong pressures against my frontal cavity. I started to pant as well... and soon I was screaming and grabbing Tim's hair, not at all conscious that I was really pulling on it in all directions at the time. I shove his head down and begged him to make me come. I was torn between both sensations. My clitoris is rarely this well treated by males... It's a girl's thing, they have the know-how. I so wanted to come clitorally but at the same time his fingers were doing an amazing job. I tried to reach for his arms to make him slow down a bit, to synchronize. All I manage to do under the excitement was to scratch his shoulders when he accelerated and literally lift me up the bed and pushed me forward with the hand exploring me. I screamed so hard as I was coming vaginally, and as I was letting go relaxing, his fingers left me - okay, a split-millisecond of painful sensation here... that's delicate - and came to help his mouth with my clit, rubbing gently on my hood. I was barely recovered that I felt a second wave of pleasure overtaking me, and then I felt my body collapse. All my muscles letting go as I lost all control over them and my head jerked back.
I was oblivious to everything, just trying to focus on this feeling, this pleasure. Tim came up, passing his left-arm under my neck and reaching for my left breast, and put his face side down on my right breast, reaching for the nipple with his tongue. His right hand kept touching my inner thighs. He waited ten seconds, and started touching my clit again. I have to say that's probably what impressed the most. Not so many guys think of doing this. Once they're done with you, their turn his up, or it's sleeping time. They don't get that our clit just needs to relax only a few 10 or 20 seconds or so and then is ready for another session, if the first was good. And good Lord, that first one was awesome and I was getting horny again, and he just went for it without asking anything, without me hinting at anything. Tim was conquering me, knowing what I wanted.
He started off extremely gently, even asking if it hurt, being very careful not to rub me too hard after my orgasm. I said to be gentle and he kept going, only a level slower and softer. I abandoned myself, feeling suddenly a bit drowsy, and let him do his magical work. He built me up again in 30 seconds, and within what felt like a minute I was overcome by another orgasm, my ams reaching for things that weren't here... while Tim was putting his fingers - 3 fingers this time - inside my pussy again. "Wait!" I said, but I didn't want to wait. I was just overwhelmed and impressed that a guy would hope to make me come 4 times in 3 passes! And intrigued. And thankful. He didn't wait, just said to relax, and started thrusting me with his feminine but strong fingers again. That's what was about Tim: feminity. Something about the way he looked and talked, though with manly attitude, and now something about the way he fucked me. I was being fucked by a girl in a stud's body. He went even faster and stronger than before. This time the orgasm wasn't as strong nor as long-lasting. It built up quickly. But it was still good. It still happened. 4 times is not a miracle, it's not impossible at all, and it's definitely not the first time a guy would give me multiple orgasms from the ground up like that, but it is a rare thing you have to treasure.
As I came again, I put my hands on Tim's face and kissed him passionately, running my fingers in his hair, touching his face, back and chest. He was warm and soft, strong but not bulky like a bear. A feminine silhouette with evasive curves but strong muscles pulsing just under the skin. As I relaxed again, the pleasure fading, I rolled on my back exhaling a "thank you".
This night had already lived up to its promise, and yet I was already hoping for more surprises.
Monday, February 1, 2010
The Perfect Ending for a Good Week-end - 3
This is the third part of my Perfect Ending for a Good Week-End story. Sorry it took so long!
So here I was, a bit lost and wondering what to do, honestly. You picture the dilemna: perfect guy, went out to score and... well that's it, it's the perfect guy, and though screwing him sounds like a very tempting option, a part of my feels that may be not the best way to go. I could screw up something so great, which I haven't really had in ages (and wasn't really looking for, anyway).
We kiss for a while, until finally I stop him and take him by the hand, and drag him to the elevator to go to the lounge area as I had already planned. He literally devours my neck while we're going up (and geez, I'm going very HIGH at this point...).
I manage to calm him down, and we sit and I put my arm around him and we kiss on a couch for a while, not saying anything. Just kissing, and looking in each other's eyes. Probing each other with tongues and eyes.
After a while, Tim relaxes a bit and distances himself, and gets up giving me a kiss to go get some more drinks. Don't really care at that point what the next drink will be, I'm distressed like a teenage girl on her first date with a boy (or a girl, but somehow I found that first time a lot easier. Less social pressure, maybe).
He comes back and we kiss again and I actually start getting horny at this stage. I haven't touched my drink and look towards the darkest corner of the lounge. A safe haven where you can usually do pretty much whatever you want, and part of me wants to take back control over not-so-shy-Tim. My mind plays with a few possibilities, still at loss with the best course of action. My bodies says it wants Tim's cock to penetrate me right here in this place, or to get down on my nears in that dark corner and push him to his limits... My mind says take him home right now and drive him nuts for hours, but don't be that slut who blows him in a bar. My heart - yes, my heart; my heart of little girl at this point - screams at me to come up with some lame excuse as I did a few times a kid. Sorry, it's getting late. Maybe we should take it slower. I really like you Tim, you know...
My mind seems to settle with the other parts and finally I hear myself ask: "tell me, Tim... what girl do you want?", half-aware that for many blokes, this is an invite for some crazy stuff as this road would usually be a goal in itself, but here merely a secondary preoccupation.
"-I like a girl like you", he says
"-You've got no idea what kind of girl I am"
"-I know you're kissing me and we're having fun... so far"
"-What would make it fun... Tim? What do you want?" I pause and look at him, bite his lip, and hold back. "Let me be blunt: do you want a girl who will jump on you right now and blow you like you've never been before and not ask for anything in return, do you want a girl who'll take you home and let you screw her in every possible way until you crash, or do you want to chicken out and hide or simply wait for another chance, for something maybe even greater?"
"-Listen, KC, this sound a bit weird... I mean... awully hot... but it sounds sort of like a trap, like you're testing me."
It does, a little, I have to admit... I add: "This is not a test, I just don't know what I'm going to do with you, so I merely concert with you. We're at the crossroads. Don't think it, just feel it, and do NOT be shy. All options are open".
Tim stands still for a while. He finally grabs my purse, and gives me his hand, and gets up, uttering with a smile "let's go for a walk".
The cab-ride is a blur. Lips, hands and beam-lights...
I don't want to bring him Tim to my home though. Not let him penetrate that part of me. Maybe to keep a door open for another time, with a different setting. So the next time he steps in my apartment he doesn't get a smirk on his face, drifting off.
We drive off to a hotel and book a room. Tim says he's not sure he can afford it, and I would have preferred to pass as well in other cases, but here we are. I say it's OK, it's my treat, and give my card to the receptionist. I see her giggle at "treat". I wonder how the scene looks like, from her perspective.
Key. Walking fast towards the elevator. Tim pulls me back and drags me into the bar, he says to relax. Not to hurry. Is he getting scared? Just tense? Or he really wants me to get smashed? A burst of fear as I realize I'm not in the comforting safe area of my apartment. I haven't always been though, and this doesn't seem scary. but you always wonder... Don't think about that, get back to it.
We drink and kiss, we drink and dance, we drink and touch and dance and touch and kiss...
Finally Tim drags me to the door. Not in a rushed fashion, as if he cannot hold it anymore and only thinks of fucking me. Just with a firm hand, as leading someone through a maze he knows perfectly. Maybe he does. Maybe Tim IS that kind of player. Maybe, for once in a very long time, I've been the prey. Not that it matters. It's a two-way game. But still, my pride is picked. It's always harder for the girl to look like the winner. Yet again, is this a competition? Why do we care about such things? Why do I care right now??! I put both arms behind Tim's neck and kiss him, alternating gentle kisses and caresses and rough spikes of desires pushing me to rough him up. He pushes me back against the wall in the corridor... Where the fuck is that room? I'll let him do me right here if ... that's an idea... I let myself slip to the ground while he kisses me.
I lies down on the thick carpeted floor with me, kisses me, one leg over me, his hands now exploring under my clothes. Going up my skirt, into my cleavage, caressing my back, grabbing my ass gently but with the tension of the anticipation.
He suddenly lifts me up, takes my hands as if we were to dance, turns around twice, and we land in front of our door. I push him against it, kiss him, take the key card off his hand and unlock the door. As it clicks, Tim exhales and kisses me.
We get in, hands on each other, and I start to undress him. It's only now that I really take notice of what he's wearing. I had this feeling of casual, cool, yet smart and classy all night long. Tim is wearing worn off jeans, a black shirt on top of a white t-short. Casual shoes, brown worn off leather. I admire him, and get down while I unbutton his pants. No belts. I like guys with no belts. It's not the confidence in their clothes, and appearance, the fact they don't need enhancements or accessories and don't spend on crap. It's the minimalistic characteristic. It says a lot about them. Sometimes I can understand a guy who wears belts only as a social attribute, because it fits well in a crowd and scene, but it puts me off by default.
Tim grabs my hair and tells me I don't have to. I chuckle a little, I feel he's a bit embarrassed. He doesn't seem surprised (well, I announced that, I guess...), doesn't feel out of place, but like he's not completely at ease. He says that would be unfair. "I don't know what girl I want yet", he says with a smile.
"Let me decide for you."
I slip my hand inside. I touch him, caress him. He's already aroused (I hope so, I'm dying inside) but feel his voluptuous cock react. I grab behind his butt with my other hands. Tim has a nice butt. Muscular, firm. Not bumpy, just muscular. Not shaky. Just muscle. Soft when he relax, and sculptured under my palm when I lean forward and softly run my lips over his underwear and his clenches.
"-How?" he says, looking down at me. He looks like a giant from here. Magnificent, but not impressive, not intimidating, not threatening.
"By letting me ... be ... all of 'em..."
I slip both my hands under the line of his pants and pull them back. It's here, facing me pulsating from the rush of blood. It doesn't smell (good... bad surprises ruin the mood sometimes, though it's something you get over after a while). It looks just beautiful. Yummy. I sit back on my legs, grab it, look at Tim, and take out my tongue slowly. He's starring at me. I love that. How a guy stares at you at this moment. He tells a lot about them. They'll either smirk, or be intimated. Grab your head, or be scared and let you drive. Or just touch you, to be part of the experience, but respectful, taking control just to instigate some fun but with distance. Tim stares. He doesn't really smile, he just stares, like someone very focus on a very good book. Like someone looking at the Venus of Milo, I think, at the time, instantly a bit ashamed that I dared flatter myself like that.
I run my lips and tongue gently on his cock. Pull it a bit up and kiss his balls. They're soft. Shaven, but from a few days ago. Not like someone who expect to score tonight, which comforts me in thinking Tim is the kind of person I thought he was. Just careful, but not obsessive, not self-centered.
I suddenly grab his cock with both my hands hand put it inside my mouth, instantly slowing down again. Wetting it, sucking it, playing with my tongue inside my mouth.
I prepare my mouth to try to go further, but I'm not ready yet.
I feel Tim relax, accepting his fate.
I suck him for a long time. I don't feel like making him come. I am a generous person, and I like my orgasm to last, to build up. I like a quick fuck and can often not resist it and welcome it but ultimately I know that the best I ever had was slow and built up for ages. I want to give him that, to knock his socks off right from the start. I speed up and slow down, play with my hands, run them on his chest, un-button his shirt and lick his stomach and thighs. Muscular, heavy thighs, lightly hairy, and a finely shaped but not body-built stomach. Just enough fat on it to not make it a skeleton. Just enough muscles to show through and look good and feel firm and strong, and react to my kisses.
After a while I pull him down and make him sit in a chair. I run my hands all over him, pull myself up to slowly get up and kiss him... I get back to while I touch myself with one hand, looking at him and grabbing his cock again. Tim's petrified. Conquered. I get back down completely and put both my hands around his cock, twisting my hands and going deep down on him. I feel my mouth relaxed and let my hands go. I start undressing myself now while I very slowly slide down, my lips wrapped around his cock penetrating my throat. I gag a little, the position is not perfect for this, and this is not my forte, but I contain it and keep going, slowly, very slowly, the flat of my tongue caressing the base of his cock at the same time. I feel him pulsate more.
I still have my shoes and have just undone zippers on my dress, and Tim stops me as I want to carry on. He wants to undress me, tells me I look incredible like that, and he wants to delay it. He wants me to be uncovered in so many ways he prefers keep me covered for now. I smile, look him in the eyes, and keep sucking him.
Tim starts moving under my lips. He starts to move with me, and even to drive me, his back arches, his head gets pulled back... He's not there yet, not ready to come all over me or in me, but the sensation seems to drive him nuts. When my tongue goes back to his tip, he jumps off a little every single time.
I slow down, I want to make him enjoy this more, to give him time to recover. To give him time to think about what he's going to do to me, I tell him. He chuckles back. I try to get my boobs out of my dress but it's not large enough, only one can come out, I want to undress and use them, pull the dress over my head and be on my knees in front of him with just my tights and stilettos, like the good slut I am right now, but he still asks me to wait. I rub my free nipple on his tip. It seems to get me off more than him, and I abandon myself for a few seconds to that pleasant sensation.
His breathing is more regular, and he looks back at me again. I squeeze his cock in one heart-beat with my right hand, pulling it up and down frenetically, and gove over from his balls to his with my tongue, and release his cock, very softly, kiss his tip, lick it, look him in the eye, and go down on it. I go faster, and faster, from the tip to the base now, his cock deep inside me and reaching in my throat. He roars back like an animal. I feel horny and submissive, extremely aroused, I feel my juice running and my tanga getting soaked. I slid my hand under my dress and finger myself while I keep thrusting on his cock with my mouth.
I make him get up, lie against the wall, not letting go of his cock which is now huge, warm, wet and vibrating, ready to explode. I ask him again "what girl do you want?". "All of 'em", he grunts back, with a smile distorted by the darts of pleasure going through his cock.
I grab him, and push my mouth right onto, putting his hands on my head, my hands on his butt and back. I move back and forth with less amplitude, staying deep on hos going, moving a bit sideways and flicking my tongue against the base of his cock and his balls. I feel him start to come down my throat, and slow down, still rubbing my lips wrapped around his cock. I feel it throb.
Tim gasps for a few seconds, then grabs me and throws me onto the bed, and kisses me. His hands keep moving from my hair, my neck and my sides, slowly focusing more on my lower back and butt, and finally reaching for the inside of my thighs. He steps back a little, kissing and licking my legs, getting closer. When I finally emit a sound, as I start to go completely nuts, he smiles and goes down on me.
Part 4 coming up next !
So here I was, a bit lost and wondering what to do, honestly. You picture the dilemna: perfect guy, went out to score and... well that's it, it's the perfect guy, and though screwing him sounds like a very tempting option, a part of my feels that may be not the best way to go. I could screw up something so great, which I haven't really had in ages (and wasn't really looking for, anyway).
We kiss for a while, until finally I stop him and take him by the hand, and drag him to the elevator to go to the lounge area as I had already planned. He literally devours my neck while we're going up (and geez, I'm going very HIGH at this point...).
I manage to calm him down, and we sit and I put my arm around him and we kiss on a couch for a while, not saying anything. Just kissing, and looking in each other's eyes. Probing each other with tongues and eyes.
After a while, Tim relaxes a bit and distances himself, and gets up giving me a kiss to go get some more drinks. Don't really care at that point what the next drink will be, I'm distressed like a teenage girl on her first date with a boy (or a girl, but somehow I found that first time a lot easier. Less social pressure, maybe).
He comes back and we kiss again and I actually start getting horny at this stage. I haven't touched my drink and look towards the darkest corner of the lounge. A safe haven where you can usually do pretty much whatever you want, and part of me wants to take back control over not-so-shy-Tim. My mind plays with a few possibilities, still at loss with the best course of action. My bodies says it wants Tim's cock to penetrate me right here in this place, or to get down on my nears in that dark corner and push him to his limits... My mind says take him home right now and drive him nuts for hours, but don't be that slut who blows him in a bar. My heart - yes, my heart; my heart of little girl at this point - screams at me to come up with some lame excuse as I did a few times a kid. Sorry, it's getting late. Maybe we should take it slower. I really like you Tim, you know...
My mind seems to settle with the other parts and finally I hear myself ask: "tell me, Tim... what girl do you want?", half-aware that for many blokes, this is an invite for some crazy stuff as this road would usually be a goal in itself, but here merely a secondary preoccupation.
"-I like a girl like you", he says
"-You've got no idea what kind of girl I am"
"-I know you're kissing me and we're having fun... so far"
"-What would make it fun... Tim? What do you want?" I pause and look at him, bite his lip, and hold back. "Let me be blunt: do you want a girl who will jump on you right now and blow you like you've never been before and not ask for anything in return, do you want a girl who'll take you home and let you screw her in every possible way until you crash, or do you want to chicken out and hide or simply wait for another chance, for something maybe even greater?"
"-Listen, KC, this sound a bit weird... I mean... awully hot... but it sounds sort of like a trap, like you're testing me."
It does, a little, I have to admit... I add: "This is not a test, I just don't know what I'm going to do with you, so I merely concert with you. We're at the crossroads. Don't think it, just feel it, and do NOT be shy. All options are open".
Tim stands still for a while. He finally grabs my purse, and gives me his hand, and gets up, uttering with a smile "let's go for a walk".
The cab-ride is a blur. Lips, hands and beam-lights...
I don't want to bring him Tim to my home though. Not let him penetrate that part of me. Maybe to keep a door open for another time, with a different setting. So the next time he steps in my apartment he doesn't get a smirk on his face, drifting off.
We drive off to a hotel and book a room. Tim says he's not sure he can afford it, and I would have preferred to pass as well in other cases, but here we are. I say it's OK, it's my treat, and give my card to the receptionist. I see her giggle at "treat". I wonder how the scene looks like, from her perspective.
Key. Walking fast towards the elevator. Tim pulls me back and drags me into the bar, he says to relax. Not to hurry. Is he getting scared? Just tense? Or he really wants me to get smashed? A burst of fear as I realize I'm not in the comforting safe area of my apartment. I haven't always been though, and this doesn't seem scary. but you always wonder... Don't think about that, get back to it.
We drink and kiss, we drink and dance, we drink and touch and dance and touch and kiss...
Finally Tim drags me to the door. Not in a rushed fashion, as if he cannot hold it anymore and only thinks of fucking me. Just with a firm hand, as leading someone through a maze he knows perfectly. Maybe he does. Maybe Tim IS that kind of player. Maybe, for once in a very long time, I've been the prey. Not that it matters. It's a two-way game. But still, my pride is picked. It's always harder for the girl to look like the winner. Yet again, is this a competition? Why do we care about such things? Why do I care right now??! I put both arms behind Tim's neck and kiss him, alternating gentle kisses and caresses and rough spikes of desires pushing me to rough him up. He pushes me back against the wall in the corridor... Where the fuck is that room? I'll let him do me right here if ... that's an idea... I let myself slip to the ground while he kisses me.
I lies down on the thick carpeted floor with me, kisses me, one leg over me, his hands now exploring under my clothes. Going up my skirt, into my cleavage, caressing my back, grabbing my ass gently but with the tension of the anticipation.
He suddenly lifts me up, takes my hands as if we were to dance, turns around twice, and we land in front of our door. I push him against it, kiss him, take the key card off his hand and unlock the door. As it clicks, Tim exhales and kisses me.
We get in, hands on each other, and I start to undress him. It's only now that I really take notice of what he's wearing. I had this feeling of casual, cool, yet smart and classy all night long. Tim is wearing worn off jeans, a black shirt on top of a white t-short. Casual shoes, brown worn off leather. I admire him, and get down while I unbutton his pants. No belts. I like guys with no belts. It's not the confidence in their clothes, and appearance, the fact they don't need enhancements or accessories and don't spend on crap. It's the minimalistic characteristic. It says a lot about them. Sometimes I can understand a guy who wears belts only as a social attribute, because it fits well in a crowd and scene, but it puts me off by default.
Tim grabs my hair and tells me I don't have to. I chuckle a little, I feel he's a bit embarrassed. He doesn't seem surprised (well, I announced that, I guess...), doesn't feel out of place, but like he's not completely at ease. He says that would be unfair. "I don't know what girl I want yet", he says with a smile.
"Let me decide for you."
I slip my hand inside. I touch him, caress him. He's already aroused (I hope so, I'm dying inside) but feel his voluptuous cock react. I grab behind his butt with my other hands. Tim has a nice butt. Muscular, firm. Not bumpy, just muscular. Not shaky. Just muscle. Soft when he relax, and sculptured under my palm when I lean forward and softly run my lips over his underwear and his clenches.
"-How?" he says, looking down at me. He looks like a giant from here. Magnificent, but not impressive, not intimidating, not threatening.
"By letting me ... be ... all of 'em..."
I slip both my hands under the line of his pants and pull them back. It's here, facing me pulsating from the rush of blood. It doesn't smell (good... bad surprises ruin the mood sometimes, though it's something you get over after a while). It looks just beautiful. Yummy. I sit back on my legs, grab it, look at Tim, and take out my tongue slowly. He's starring at me. I love that. How a guy stares at you at this moment. He tells a lot about them. They'll either smirk, or be intimated. Grab your head, or be scared and let you drive. Or just touch you, to be part of the experience, but respectful, taking control just to instigate some fun but with distance. Tim stares. He doesn't really smile, he just stares, like someone very focus on a very good book. Like someone looking at the Venus of Milo, I think, at the time, instantly a bit ashamed that I dared flatter myself like that.
I run my lips and tongue gently on his cock. Pull it a bit up and kiss his balls. They're soft. Shaven, but from a few days ago. Not like someone who expect to score tonight, which comforts me in thinking Tim is the kind of person I thought he was. Just careful, but not obsessive, not self-centered.
I suddenly grab his cock with both my hands hand put it inside my mouth, instantly slowing down again. Wetting it, sucking it, playing with my tongue inside my mouth.
I prepare my mouth to try to go further, but I'm not ready yet.
I feel Tim relax, accepting his fate.
I suck him for a long time. I don't feel like making him come. I am a generous person, and I like my orgasm to last, to build up. I like a quick fuck and can often not resist it and welcome it but ultimately I know that the best I ever had was slow and built up for ages. I want to give him that, to knock his socks off right from the start. I speed up and slow down, play with my hands, run them on his chest, un-button his shirt and lick his stomach and thighs. Muscular, heavy thighs, lightly hairy, and a finely shaped but not body-built stomach. Just enough fat on it to not make it a skeleton. Just enough muscles to show through and look good and feel firm and strong, and react to my kisses.
After a while I pull him down and make him sit in a chair. I run my hands all over him, pull myself up to slowly get up and kiss him... I get back to while I touch myself with one hand, looking at him and grabbing his cock again. Tim's petrified. Conquered. I get back down completely and put both my hands around his cock, twisting my hands and going deep down on him. I feel my mouth relaxed and let my hands go. I start undressing myself now while I very slowly slide down, my lips wrapped around his cock penetrating my throat. I gag a little, the position is not perfect for this, and this is not my forte, but I contain it and keep going, slowly, very slowly, the flat of my tongue caressing the base of his cock at the same time. I feel him pulsate more.
I still have my shoes and have just undone zippers on my dress, and Tim stops me as I want to carry on. He wants to undress me, tells me I look incredible like that, and he wants to delay it. He wants me to be uncovered in so many ways he prefers keep me covered for now. I smile, look him in the eyes, and keep sucking him.
Tim starts moving under my lips. He starts to move with me, and even to drive me, his back arches, his head gets pulled back... He's not there yet, not ready to come all over me or in me, but the sensation seems to drive him nuts. When my tongue goes back to his tip, he jumps off a little every single time.
I slow down, I want to make him enjoy this more, to give him time to recover. To give him time to think about what he's going to do to me, I tell him. He chuckles back. I try to get my boobs out of my dress but it's not large enough, only one can come out, I want to undress and use them, pull the dress over my head and be on my knees in front of him with just my tights and stilettos, like the good slut I am right now, but he still asks me to wait. I rub my free nipple on his tip. It seems to get me off more than him, and I abandon myself for a few seconds to that pleasant sensation.
His breathing is more regular, and he looks back at me again. I squeeze his cock in one heart-beat with my right hand, pulling it up and down frenetically, and gove over from his balls to his with my tongue, and release his cock, very softly, kiss his tip, lick it, look him in the eye, and go down on it. I go faster, and faster, from the tip to the base now, his cock deep inside me and reaching in my throat. He roars back like an animal. I feel horny and submissive, extremely aroused, I feel my juice running and my tanga getting soaked. I slid my hand under my dress and finger myself while I keep thrusting on his cock with my mouth.
I make him get up, lie against the wall, not letting go of his cock which is now huge, warm, wet and vibrating, ready to explode. I ask him again "what girl do you want?". "All of 'em", he grunts back, with a smile distorted by the darts of pleasure going through his cock.
I grab him, and push my mouth right onto, putting his hands on my head, my hands on his butt and back. I move back and forth with less amplitude, staying deep on hos going, moving a bit sideways and flicking my tongue against the base of his cock and his balls. I feel him start to come down my throat, and slow down, still rubbing my lips wrapped around his cock. I feel it throb.
Tim gasps for a few seconds, then grabs me and throws me onto the bed, and kisses me. His hands keep moving from my hair, my neck and my sides, slowly focusing more on my lower back and butt, and finally reaching for the inside of my thighs. He steps back a little, kissing and licking my legs, getting closer. When I finally emit a sound, as I start to go completely nuts, he smiles and goes down on me.
Part 4 coming up next !
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