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The week so far (1/3) January 27, 2011

Posted by Leah in Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Random hookups.
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Monday

I went to Daniel’s to pick up some music. He is a molecular biologist. He also plays the flute. We have had flirtatious conversations at a couple of parties.

When I arrived, he gave me the sheet music and mentioned some points the orchestra had gone over in the rehearsal that I had missed. We chatted afterwards, and he offered a beer. While we sat drinking, he made the typical guy move of stretching his arm along the back of the sofa. We spoke of our days. Before long the bottle in my hand was empty. I went to the kitchen to retrieve another pair of beers, and on my return, I positioned myself closer to him so that our thighs were flush. The arm draped behind me again.

A few drinks later, after learning that he had recently broken up with his girlfriend, I initiated contact. Pulling the sleeve of his t-shirt up, I planted a soft kiss atop his right bicep. He knew what to do after that: his arm lowered slightly and the hand pressed against my shoulder. I twisted into his body, and we kissed. I tasted the hops on his lips.

Daniel brought his weight forward, which sent me toppling. My legs separated automatically, and he occupied the space they had left. We made out from a horizontal position. Hands ran along his back and extracted the t-shirt from the waistband of his shorts. Daniel has hair longer than my own. As I combed my fingers through the locks, the incipient hardness in his pants poked at me. My pelvis elevated to encourage the erection along. I liked slipping my tongue between his lips.

When my eyes flashed open in a gap between kisses, I noticed my backpack lying on the floor. My purse wasn’t inside. I had left it in the handbag at home. I only carried my wallet.

“Do you have condoms?” I asked.

“I don’t think so.”

“Too bad. We will have to save the fucking for another time.” I kissed him again.

My fingers plucked at his belt. I had the shorts off, and his briefs followed. As Daniel pulled the t-shirt up over his head, I kicked off my shoes and undressed from the waist down, tossing the clothes onto the chair opposite. His living room could have used considerably more heat. I told him I was cold. Once I removed the bra, I put the sweater top back on.

We sat on the couch and sipped our drinks. He pulled the top down far enough to expose my nipples, to which he latched on. He left them peaked and wet. His lips traveled from my mouth to the side: across the cheek, down the neck to the collar and up again to the ear. He nibbled on the lobe and on the flexible cartilage at top. His tongue snailed over the ridges and licked behind. As he teased the tongue over my teeth, I reached for his penis, which was slender and long. A hand spanned the shaft: from below the head to most of the way down. I straddled his lap. Two hands tugged, as though I was pulling on rope. My pussy was moist. I touched the glans to my belly and edged his foreskin down.

Bringing the cock upright, I knelt on the sofa cushion and took him inside my mouth. Daniel began gasping at once. His hand covered the nape of my neck and steadied my head as I sucked him. Lips applied consistent pressure as I bobbed over him. Releasing the shaft momentarily, I flickered my tongue over the balls. When I touched my tongue to the bead of precome at the tip and pulled back, it extended as a silken strand, then bowed under its weight and broke. He had a slight tang. I held the sac while I fellated, batting the balls around with my fingers.

Daniel pointed his penis vertical, and I accepted the cock deeper into my throat. Holding tightly to the base, I sucked faster. Saliva full of bubbles descended along the sides of the shaft. It made my fingers sticky and saturated the mat of pubis. He verbalized his pleasure.

Daniel liked touching me. Using the fingernails like forceps, he tweaked my nipples through the sweater. His hand caressed the top of my thigh and stroked the rump where it protruded. He manipulated my pussy. The fingertips slid along the slit. They didn’t sink inside. The fingers merely padded up and down, from below the clitoris to where the cunt lips pinch off at bottom and to the perineum slightly underneath. Reaching between my legs, he cupped me from behind. While he stroked the labia, I was conscious of the moistness of my pussy, how it oozed with arousal and the need that the conscious part of my brain would not permit me to sate. I wanted to be fucked by the cock in my mouth. I wanted to ride Daniel to an exquisite orgasm.

Instead, I kept sucking. My grip twisting along the base of the shaft, I rolled my fingers and pulled the skin taut. Lips running along the bottom surface of the erection, I mouthed the underside of the penis. I applied the lightest touch of teeth across the crown, holding the head that way for an instant before enveloping him again with the warmth and the wetness of my mouth. Sensing the approach of orgasm, I shifted to the floor. My fingers ringed around the beam. I sucked only the glans. Face pointed at the ceiling, I angled my head up and ensured eye contact. “Come in my mouth,” I told him.

I continued masturbating Daniel with my fingers with the knob balanced on my bottom lip. The first splash of semen landed on my chin. The rest of it fell on my tongue. It didn’t shoot out with any force. He was a dribbler. I jerked him until the ejaculation completed and my tongue was coated. Looking up at him, I thrust the whiteness of the semen between my lips so that it nearly spilled over, so that he could see. And then I gulped all of it down. I made sure to collect the come on my jaw and lick that from my fingers as well. He smelled of bleach and had a sharp and slightly unpleasant aftertaste. I didn’t care. I felt sexy on my knees.

It was my turn next. Daniel ate pussy like one who was ravenous. I intend to fuck him after the next concert.

Comments»

1. redains - January 28, 2011

I have been reading your posts to my lover again. We did not realize you had answered questions from America, so I began there. I have to say I greatly admire your boyfriend’s control in the first sex of the new year. To ask you casually if you are ready, and then to jet it into you so forcefully on request, is far beyond anything I can do. As James Carville once remarked, “Political campaigning is a lot like having sex. You can’t really control the point where you peak out.”

Post 3/3 was staggering. Now she wants me to fist her, and I will try, but we need more lube. Post 2/3 was sweet and hot. But 1/3 was what sent her to her knees as I read to her.

I wonder if you can fully grasp how exquisite it is to read your words for the first time, while simultaneously experiencing their performance by a virtuoso. She asked to hear it a second time, and on the ritorno she was so strong and rough it was partly painful. Teeth, too. You are right about pain and pleasure. I was groaning with pleasure, but the little random jabs of pain kept me from coming. I started typing this to make her stop, but then she started being nice again. She has kept me balanced exactly on the edge, with the extreme wickedness of her pauses and flutters.

OK, she is wnning; my left leg has startd to quiver. Sorry, I can’t stqnd it any lnoger. I have to stpp now and fuck hwr.

Leah - January 28, 2011

I am glad you and your partner have been enjoying reading the writing. She sounds like a fun lover. I am thrilled to have contributed to the sex the two of you enjoy.

Regarding fisting: go slow, use lots of lube, be verbal, talk to her as it happens, stop when she says. You may not be able to fist her completely the first night you try. Don’t force the issue. Take your time. Stretch out the attempt over multiple sessions if necessary. Good luck!

2. redains - January 28, 2011

My lover is Welsh. She’s very satisfied and snuggly now. She is kissing my cock, but the poor thing is so spent it can’t respond. Her internet name is Ferchollanfairpwllgwyngyll. “Ferch” (with the ch deep in the throat) means “girl” and “Llan fair pwll gwyn gyll” means “church of Mary by the pool with white hazel” (abbreviated name of a Welsh village). The Welsh tongue is beyond wonderful. Please, Leah, open up and sit yourself back. Then give me your eyes while my ferch signs her name in full, and also mine, on your clit and your most delicate lips.

3. Boston970 - January 31, 2011

I noticed the mention of foreskin in this post. I hadn’t thought until now about the cultural differences you’d experience with regards to circumcision between the U.S. and Europe. Do you have a preference between cut/uncut?

Leah - January 31, 2011

Most of the men I have been with in the UK have not been circumcised. I don’t have a preference as long as it’s clean.


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