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Twice more December 23, 2010

Posted by Leah in Fucking, Masturbation, Repeated hookups.
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Frank came over around eleven last night. He brought a bottle of Portuguese wine, some munchies, a DVD, and a fresh box of condoms to replace the one we had finished on Monday.

He laid on the couch in sweatshirt and jeans, while I snuggled with my back to him, wearing pajama bottoms and a ratty t-shirt with my undergraduate university’s name blazoned on the front. Inevitably, as we watched the film, his touch crept under my clothes. Draping my hair over the shoulder, he exposed the nape of my neck to his lips and pecked laterally to the clavicle. Fingers tweaked my nipples, causing them to harden. He covered his hand over my pussy like a lid. Wriggling my ass at him, I felt the rise of his erection.

I fell asleep with my head pillowed on Frank’s shoulder and his arm wrapping me. The blankets were a heap at the foot of the bed. Perspiring from the effort of sex, the skin was drenched. Hair stuck to my forehead in wet tendrils.

In the morning, when the alarm function on his iPhone woke us, my body had curled into a fetal position facing the wall. Frank rolled himself onto his side, lowered a sleep heavy arm over my flank, and hugged me from behind. Grumbling incoherently at the early hour, my right leg lifted automatically so that he could fit his knee between my thighs.

The tips of his fingers rubbed my pussy lips. A finger stretched inside. It touched the walls and spun and was joined by a second. I twisted my body so that my back lay flat on the bed and tightened the grip of my legs on his.

The fingers drove in and out. They made moist sounds inside. The cunt gave suction and squeeze. I released a moan more eloquent than the attempt at speech from before.

Frank fingered me to climax. My back arched out like a stone bridge. My jaw lowered, and my head rolled on the pillow. Frank webbed the hand that wasn’t in my pussy over my face and dipped his finger in my mouth for me to suck and lick and bite down on. The grip on my head obscured my vision. The walls of the vagina buckled. The nerves jolted inside. The muscles in my thighs wrenched. Toes curled. The orgasm sluiced between his fingers.

That woke me up. Another day had begun, and soon one more fuck.

Comments»

1. Leah - December 23, 2010

I hope this really is the last post before intermission. Sex with Frank is good and all, but I want to go home!

2. bill - December 23, 2010

ahh, but the smell of sex in the morning is so fucking hot…

Leah - December 23, 2010

Maybe. But on the whole, I’d prefer the smell of a home cooked meal right about now.

3. Leah - December 23, 2010

Thanks, Fleshbot!

4. Anonymous - December 23, 2010

The last couple of meetings with Frank sound reeeallly sweet and intimate. Sure you’re not falling for him? The BF isn’t jealous? What’s his name btw?

Good luck getting home!!!

Leah - December 23, 2010

Thanks for commenting and thanks for the good wishes. It appears I am set to travel tomorrow morning.

The last meetings have been comfortable and warm. I like Frank. I fuck Frank. These are the operative four letter verbs. Ultimately, this is a friendship and not a romance. The boyfriend doesn’t feel threatened, and he shouldn’t. You might want to read this recent post.

I haven’t hit upon a pseudonym for my boyfriend which fits. Until I do, he doesn’t have a name for blogging purposes.

Cerberus - December 24, 2010

“the boyfriend” seems like its working fine.

5. jnakabb - December 29, 2010

Hope you made it home to The Boyfriend okay and are tucked up somewhere nice and warm together. Looking at recent news and weather reports, you may find yourself in a similar predicament when you do attempt to return to London. At least you won’t (necessarily) need condoms.

Have fun recharging yourself until then.

Leah - January 2, 2011

Thanks for the kind thoughts. The vacation has been lovely.

6. G. - January 16, 2011

Are you back in London? Hope it was a pleasant Christmas and New Year’s. I am eagerly anticipating the new stories.

Thanks, by the way, for sharing your sex life. This blog is one of my favourites, and I have missed it.

Leah - January 16, 2011

Thanks for reading, G., and for the kind words. The holiday is over, and I am in London again.

There haven’t been stories to tell since the return. But soon, I am sure, there will be.

7. H. - January 19, 2011

This blog is my hands down favorite. Writing quality is excellent and the stories inspiring.
I appreciate your hard work on it. Hope you continue to enjoy writing it.
Thanks.

Leah - January 20, 2011

Thanks for the generous praise. I am flattered.


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