jump to navigation

An unfortunate fuck October 25, 2010

Posted by Leah in Cunnilingus, Fucking, Masturbation, Random hookups.
trackback

The first time he came was at the club where we met. I danced aggressively with several of the men there. He sidled up behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist. Before I ever got a good look at him, the gyrations of my ass had raised his erection. It rode against the small of my back when I spun my hips. Closing my eyes, I lifted my arms and wrapped them around the back of his head behind me. He kissed the nape of my neck where it met the shoulder and clasped his hands around my midriff. I turned when the music did and decided that I liked his look. I shimmied my body down to a crouch on the ground rubbing against his chest and legs as I descended. I bobbed my head over the space in front of his crotch and used handholds on his body to bring myself up to my full height again. He held my hips and slapped his hand possessively over my buttocks. The hands slipped under my shirt and tightened on the sides of my ribcage. We fucked through our clothes for the duration of several songs (snogs).

The club was only a big room with flashing lights, a DJ, a bar, and a mob of people. We procured drinks and found a dark spot by the wall where we continued kissing. My hand snaked into his fly as we exchanged saliva flavored with lager. The hard-on made the briefs bulge out. My hand rubbed along his length. He told me after a minute that if I kept this up, he would come in his trousers, so naturally, I kept it up, sucking on his collar as I did. I doubted he was twenty. I figured that his balls were full of sperm. The shaft twitched under my fingers. I pressed my palm against the pulsing head. Thick come soaked his underwear and made my hand sticky. When I licked my palm, the scent of bleach filled my nose.

My place was nearer than his, so we proceeded there. His cock had a hair trigger. He couldn’t fuck or eat pussy worth a damn. He came two more times and wanted to keep going through the night, but as I wasn’t deriving any pleasure from the sex, I said I was tired and needed to get up early in the morning.

Thankfully, he didn’t spend the night.

Comments»

1. Jonathan - October 25, 2010

I hope you were able to satisfy yourself once you got rid of him. I sense more than a tad of disappointment with this post…

Leah - October 25, 2010

The night started well at least. Taking advantage of the time difference, I called my boyfriend. We ended up having phone sex, and I got off that way.

2. shawn - October 25, 2010

Well – you don’t seem to have any problems attracting partners on the one hand… On the other hand you likely made this young blokes year – or perhaps life up to this point…

So you can derive some satisfaction from that even if it’s not the physical kind you were craving?.. Sorry it wasn’t a better night tho’

Leah - October 25, 2010

Whereas many women can be passive, I tend to be assertive about my sexuality. A single guy will rarely turn down an invitation to a date. If it’s an invitation to hook up, my odds of success improve even more. That said, I do get my share of rejections, but I don’t blog about the misses.

Indeed, the bloke was young. I hope his technique improves with experience.

3. David - October 26, 2010

I love your confidence. I’d like to be confident like that.

Leah - October 26, 2010

A confident vibe is very sexy. Fortunately, this is one of the easier character traits to develop. Stop worrying so much about what other people think and take some chances. Strike up a conversation with a stranger whose look appeals to you. Maybe nothing happens, but you are no worse off for trying. (No, is a perfectly valid response to any proposition. Don’t make a nuisance of yourself by being persistent where the attention is unwanted. Hit on someone else instead.)


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: