I want!!

I want his dick in my mouth. I want to run my tongue up and down the length of his shaft. I want to hold his cock in my hand while I suck him off. I want to feel him cum deep in my mouth...to feel his cum slide down my throat.

I want him to fuck my mouth!

I have to stop

"When do I get my present?" he asked. "I'm meeting the girls for drinks tonight, maybe afterwards?" I replied.

A couple hours later, I sent him a text asking if he was still awake. "I'm going to bed. Just wake me up when you get here." "Do you still want me to come?" "That's the goal!"

When I got there, the house was dark. I tiptoed through the kitchen, so that my heels clicking on the kitchen floor didn't wake up his roommates. I slipped though his bedroom door, and climbed onto his bed.

I undressed, but left on the panty hose. I climbed into bed. 'Mmmm...I thought I smelled you." I lay my head on the pillow looking at him look at me. His hand traced down my face and neck. His fingers lightly caressed my breasts circling my nipples but never touching them. His hand slowly moved down to my thigh. "What the hell? You left your panty hose on?"

"Yeah, I wasn't in the mood to take them off," I smiled. "How am I supposed to get inside you if you have pantyhose on?" I didn't answer, i just grabbed his hand and placed it between my legs. "Crotchless? I've only seen these in movies," he laughed. "Then you and I should go lingerie shopping sometime. They have all kind of fun things out there now."

His fingers started rubbing circles around my clit. He knew which spots to hit. He knew how I liked to be touched.

When my pussy was dripping, he climbed on top of me and pushed his hard cock deep inside. The intensity was almost blinding. He was trying to prove a point, but I wasn't catching yet. He lifted my legs to his shoulders. He tried his point again.

After 30 minutes of hard fucking, he flipped me over. I felt him enter me from behind. His hand reached around to massage my clit while. He slammed and pounded. He wanted me to scream before he finished. I begged him to fuck me harder. He held me tight so that I didn't ram my head into the wall.

I started to hear the sound in his throat he makes when he's ready to cum. I love that I can make him vocal. He has bragged in the past about how I am louder than him. Tonight, I'm proving different. As he is thrusting from behind, I squeeze tight my muscles.

"Damn you, I'm not going to last. Stop."
"No. Tonight, you scream my name." I laughed.

Within minutes, he was pumping harder, moaning louder. And then he froze. His muscles tightened. His breathing stopped. Then everything in him released. He collapsed on top of me, unable to support his own weight. And he screamed my name.

After we cleaned up, and I dressed, I lay on the bed looking at him. "I'm feel bad that you didn't..."
"Don't." I interrupted. "I did on the way here. It helps to have toys."
"You used a toy on the way here? Why even come then?"
"I wanted to share. I didn't think I'd have any trouble Besides I wanted to give you your present, I just forgot. So you'll get it another time."
"What did I do wrong tonight? You've never not had an orgasm with me, have you?"
"No, actually I haven't. Tonight wasn't about me, it was about you. Now go to sleep."

He looked at me and closed his eyes. I was worried about him. He hasn't been sleeping well for a few months. I rubbed my fingers across his forehead and down his temple.

"Just sleep." I kissed his cheek and crept out of the room.

Why did I lie to him? It wasn't that I couldn't reach orgasm, he didn't do it for me tonight. Why was I worried about his feelings? Why did I care if he got sleep?

Things are getting too serious. I need to step away. I can't go back there.

"Hey," he called out after me, "call me tomorrow."

Fuck.

The Rules?

I'm sitting here curled up in the corner of my couch fingering the toy I bought him. I had planned on giving it to him when I saw him at work on Thursday. I even had it in my pocket to hand to him, but when it came to time to, I couldn't. the thought that he would use it with someone else, had me putting it back in my pocket without even mentioning it. What is going on with my head.

This is the guy that I had a conversation with 3 weeks ago about the threesome he had with the girl he was dating. He told me how he fucked her while he ate out her girlfriend. And how he fucked the girlfriend so hard, she left with bruises on her thighs. He was astounded, he didn't think he had ever fucked so hard. I laughed and told him that he had left bruises on me the last time we were together. He didn't believe me, so I reminded him how I had asked to be fucked so hard...he finally remembered.

We then talked about another girl that had told him he wasn't big enough to give anyone an orgasm. I told him she was full of shit. He wasn't the biggest I'd been with, but he definetly wasn't small by any unit of measure. I then told him of a position that would for sure get him to any one's g-spot.

We talked about the toy (that I later bought for him). It was a cock ring with a bullet on the end to rub against the clit. He claimed he wouldn't know how to bring it up. What girl would not be freaked out by a guy who whips out a sex toy. I laughed and told him me.

He's the guy I'm supposed to be able to call when I need an orgasm. There aren't supposed to be any complications between us. I'm not supposed to care if he uses a toy with someone else. I know that he is sleeping with other people, just as he knows that I could be sleeping with other people.

This is my meaningless sex guy. Why has it changed all of a sudden? Has it changed or is this all in my head? Am I reading more into this? Damn.

I've been bad

I know...I know...it's been 5 months. How could I stop writing after 5 months. Well, truth be told, I couldn't write.

After the funeral, I couldn't bring myself to even want to talk about anything. Especially sex. I went back to the ex. I figured he was safe. Unfortunately, there is no physical attraction. So after 5 months, I called Blane again.

I dressed for the awards banquet with him in mind. The black corset I picked out was lace. The stockings were sheer and black with lace trim at the top. The shoes....my ruby red slippers...had 3 inch heels. They matched my purse perfectly (that part was for me not him).

I did the banquet for the required 3 hours..then did the after party drinks with some co workers...and then it was time to leave. I called and told him I was on my way. He was at a bar, so he told me he'd meet me. If he wasn't there, just go on in.

I got to his house and walked through the backdoor. He wasn't there yet, so I decided to make myself comfortable.

I took the dress off, but left everything else. The heels, the stockings, the corset...I lit the candle that I had won at the raffle that night, and propped myself up on his pillows.

Of course, I fell asleep. But woke up to his lips pressed against the mounds of my breasts. His hands popped open the clasps of the corset and my breasts spilled out. His hands then moved down to my legs. He felt the stockings, but decided to leave them. His fingers started dancing across my clit. I came within seconds and was ready to feel him inside me.

But he had other plans. He then pressed his knee against my pussy. He held my hands above my head and pressed his knee harder. He moved it up and down. The pressure felt amazing. As his mouth moved over my body, I started squirming. That just intensified the pressure between my legs. Within seconds I was coming again.

As I started to scream, he removed his knee and replaced it with his dick. He grabbed my legs and pulled them up. He crossed my ankles and threw my shoes across the room. He pressed my feet agains his chest and begin to pound into me. I knew that with that position, he was a mere centimeters from my G-spot. It didn't take long before he found it. I came again.

3 times in less than 30 minutes...I was spent, but he kept going. He wasn't finished with me. He pushed my legs to the side of his and entered me from the side. I told him, I wouldn't last much longer...he was fucking me and he wasn't going to stop any time soon.

I knew I had to help move things along, so I reached behind him and grabbed his balls. I started massaging them, rolling them around in my palm, like stress balls. I knew that it wouldn't be long before he was would come. He looked at me and smiled.

"It won't work," he whispered. "I've been waiting for you to come back for months. Just in case you change your mind, I want this to last."

I didn't know how to respond, and I dropped my hand to my side. He rolled me back on my back, and slowed down his movements.

He lay on top of me with his legs on top of mine. It amazed me how well he felt against my skin. I told him, that it was time. He started to move against me again. I clenched the muscles inside me to hold him tight. The faster he moved, the tighter I squeezed. He closed his eyes. I knew it was my moment. I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me. I started to buck underneath him and then he came.

He lay next to me and wrapped me in his arms. I pulled away, so that I could get dressed.

"Why do you always leave as soon as we finish?" he asked. I stopped and turned to look at him.

"Don't change the rules now." I told him. I put my clothes on and left.