I feel the need to share with
people how I got to the place I am. How
I became OK with accepting my sexuality and what pushed me to take charge of
myself in the bedroom…or kitchen…or stairs.
With that in mind, here I go.
I was a little lost. I didn't want anyone else to try and fuck me,
I didn't want anyone to want me. I am a fiercely
independent woman and lived alone, and before facing yet another night alone at
my house, I asked a few co-workers for drinks.
Of course they obliged and we made plans to go to a super trendy
restaurant bar downtown. It felt good
not needing to text anyone to let them know where I was or what I doing and as
most nights go, drinks turned into shooters and shooters led to me getting a
little more than tipsy. My flirtatious
side started to surface. I teased a guy
I worked with by pinching his nipples and play slapping his face. Never would I consider sleeping with him; he
was younger - my age - and in my previous experience with younger men, I knew
that it could only be mediocre sex. I am
never interested in mediocre sex. Earlier,
when I was complaining about needing a sex buddy to a co worker, she pointed at
this guy and said “there you go!” I
giggled and said “I think I would destroy him.”
Well, that was NOT the case.
After a solid 5 hours of drinking
3 of us headed back to his place to have
a toke (after all I am Canadian!). Some
sturdy doubles and shooters can do a lot on a girl and after
smoking some of the green, I needed a cat nap.
I went to his bedroom , took of my pants (why do people wear those
anyways!) and feel asleep in his bed.
I have no idea how much time had passed
before I was woken awake by his hand cracking down on my ass. He looked at me with pure animal rage and
growled “Are you ready to be destroyed?”
I really had no time to collect myself or figure out what was happening
because at that moment he took control of me.
Kissing my lips hard, grabbing a fist full of hair and snapping my neck
back he nipped my neck hard enough to
make me lose my breathe. I was into this…I
could play this game.
He pinned my hands down over my
head, his free hand grabbed my large breast.
Hard. Forceful. I was taken aback by this guy, I
underestimated him. I could feel the
sexual energy coursing through this body and into mine, and knew I was in for a
treat. He devoured all of me. He licked my clit with such intensity and
fingered my pussy until I squirted all over his face. I may enjoy taking everything I can from a
man, but I equally enjoy giving it back.
I made sure to blow his mind with my mouth. I shoved his hard big cock deep in my mouth
and deep in my throat. I took all of him
in my mouth and sucked hard. Every bit
of detail and attentiveness he gave to my pussy, I wanted to return to his
cock. He needed to know how much I
enjoyed him taking control of body.
When he was close to cumming, he
threw me down, pulled out a condom and put it on. He thrust hard into me and made me cry out. My body was tingling - he fucked me so hard
and so good. He wouldn't stop, he would
just pound me as deep as he could get. He
held me down and wasn’t scared to push my limits, he made me cum over and
over. When he needed a break, I would
take my turn sucking his cock. When he
got his strength he would fuck me again.
This went on for over 3 hours.
Bliss. Heaven. This is exactly what I needed to make me
realize amazing sex was still out there.
A REALLY good fuck.
I can do everything else myself;
pay bills, cook, clean, buy myself things.
But I just can’t fuck myself like someone who reads my body like he
does. Trust me, it gets better…MUCH
better. If this was the first time,
imagine what years of building something has become. I’ll share more, as long as you promise to
read.
Take care my sexies xoxoxxx
