Fucking-Foul. For Sure.
Hey there. Last night, I was most DEFINATELY the victim of a fucking foul. Kinkyass and I were fucking like gangbusters. I'm talking all out, called me during the day and said he had the night free after poker, and asked if I might be available.
"Of course," I said.
He showed up, shitfaced, around 9:00 pm. He had a viagra in his pocket, and kept threatening to take it, which amused me to no end, as every time we've gotten together he's been hard for hours and could barely get off. He tells me he jerks it 3 times most days. To completion! Good lord!
We laid on the bed and cuddled for a while, watching some comedy special he brought over on DVD. He kept complimenting me - telling me, "you know, you have it all! Looks, brains, and you're fucking KINKY! It's so awesome. I could really get used to you!"
I'm somewhat amused by all of this. He keeps mentioning things along these lines, and finally gets down to asking what I felt him pussyfooting around all night. "Erica, do you want to be my girlfriend? Like, just you and me, me and you?"
I try to explain to him that now is just not the point in my life for that. I need to find a job, get settled, all that fucking shit. And make sure I'm good with me, before I become part of a couple (albeit a kinky, always fucking couple!). He seems to get it, although he looks all dejected for a while. He says he understands.
Fast forward. to the good part.
First he tells me he's going to fist me. He did this the last time we hung out, and made me squirt. He's telling me all about how hot it made him, and how many times he's jerked off thinking about it. He puts his face to mine, grabs me by the neck and commands, "stick out your tongue." I do, and he sucks it into his mouth roughly, nibbling it, and squeezing his hands on my neck. He throws me down to the bed.
Lots of lube later, he's wrist deep in me, I'm moaning and trying very hard to come, but ITS JUST NOT HAPPENING. Sometimes this occurs. I'm not sure what it is with me, but sometimes i'm just not going to come, no matter what. I decide to take control of the situation, and start begging him to suck his cock.
"WAIT," he says, "I want you to suck my balls. Lay back on the bed and open your mouth." He dips his balls onto my face and into my mouth, and starts acting like a drill seargent from somewhere up above my face. "SUCK THEM BOTH INTO YOUR MOUTH! PULL ON THEM! Yank them. Come on erica, abuse them like they're yours. They are yours... be rough with them!" I want to tell him that if i had balls of my own, I would probably want to be gentle with them, but my mouth is full.
Next thing I know, he has me pinned to the bed, and is choking me while he sucks my nipples. He reaches down, and rubs my pussy. He's holding the lips apart, so my clit and inner lips are sticking out, and hes SMACKING it. He alternates smacking it with rubbing it, and oddly enough, I'm enjoying it.
Then he drops the foul.
"Look at that pussy... what a beautiful pussy. That pussy is mine. Erica, I want this pussy to be all mine. This is my pussy." SMACK. "tell me this is my pussy!" SMACK. "Tell me no other man will touch this pussy" SMACK!
I'm insane with desire and pleasure. I'm writhing all over the bed, and have one moment of lucidity where I flash back to the sex in the city episode where charlotte asks harry if the jewish thing really matters just as he's about to come. He says no, probably just to get off, and the next morning she's beside herself when he tries to explain how that's just not fair. Then I get back into it, and hear myself saying 'Yes, That's your pussy! Yeah, no one but you will touch it. Do whatever you want to your pussy!'
I really hope he realizes he can't hold me to it.
I mean, he's a decent guy. But he's WAY too rough, even for me. And way too horny! And besides that, I've spent maybe a sum total of 2 hours with him when we weren't fucking, and 1.5 of that was as a passenger on the back of his motorcycle. I pretty much have NO IDEA what his personality is, besides HORNY.
But I guess I'm going to behave until I can talk to him about it. I mean, I guess I gave my word, right? Even if it was a begging for orgasm, clit spanking scream?
"Of course," I said.
He showed up, shitfaced, around 9:00 pm. He had a viagra in his pocket, and kept threatening to take it, which amused me to no end, as every time we've gotten together he's been hard for hours and could barely get off. He tells me he jerks it 3 times most days. To completion! Good lord!
We laid on the bed and cuddled for a while, watching some comedy special he brought over on DVD. He kept complimenting me - telling me, "you know, you have it all! Looks, brains, and you're fucking KINKY! It's so awesome. I could really get used to you!"
I'm somewhat amused by all of this. He keeps mentioning things along these lines, and finally gets down to asking what I felt him pussyfooting around all night. "Erica, do you want to be my girlfriend? Like, just you and me, me and you?"
I try to explain to him that now is just not the point in my life for that. I need to find a job, get settled, all that fucking shit. And make sure I'm good with me, before I become part of a couple (albeit a kinky, always fucking couple!). He seems to get it, although he looks all dejected for a while. He says he understands.
Fast forward. to the good part.
First he tells me he's going to fist me. He did this the last time we hung out, and made me squirt. He's telling me all about how hot it made him, and how many times he's jerked off thinking about it. He puts his face to mine, grabs me by the neck and commands, "stick out your tongue." I do, and he sucks it into his mouth roughly, nibbling it, and squeezing his hands on my neck. He throws me down to the bed.
Lots of lube later, he's wrist deep in me, I'm moaning and trying very hard to come, but ITS JUST NOT HAPPENING. Sometimes this occurs. I'm not sure what it is with me, but sometimes i'm just not going to come, no matter what. I decide to take control of the situation, and start begging him to suck his cock.
"WAIT," he says, "I want you to suck my balls. Lay back on the bed and open your mouth." He dips his balls onto my face and into my mouth, and starts acting like a drill seargent from somewhere up above my face. "SUCK THEM BOTH INTO YOUR MOUTH! PULL ON THEM! Yank them. Come on erica, abuse them like they're yours. They are yours... be rough with them!" I want to tell him that if i had balls of my own, I would probably want to be gentle with them, but my mouth is full.
Next thing I know, he has me pinned to the bed, and is choking me while he sucks my nipples. He reaches down, and rubs my pussy. He's holding the lips apart, so my clit and inner lips are sticking out, and hes SMACKING it. He alternates smacking it with rubbing it, and oddly enough, I'm enjoying it.
Then he drops the foul.
"Look at that pussy... what a beautiful pussy. That pussy is mine. Erica, I want this pussy to be all mine. This is my pussy." SMACK. "tell me this is my pussy!" SMACK. "Tell me no other man will touch this pussy" SMACK!
I'm insane with desire and pleasure. I'm writhing all over the bed, and have one moment of lucidity where I flash back to the sex in the city episode where charlotte asks harry if the jewish thing really matters just as he's about to come. He says no, probably just to get off, and the next morning she's beside herself when he tries to explain how that's just not fair. Then I get back into it, and hear myself saying 'Yes, That's your pussy! Yeah, no one but you will touch it. Do whatever you want to your pussy!'
I really hope he realizes he can't hold me to it.
I mean, he's a decent guy. But he's WAY too rough, even for me. And way too horny! And besides that, I've spent maybe a sum total of 2 hours with him when we weren't fucking, and 1.5 of that was as a passenger on the back of his motorcycle. I pretty much have NO IDEA what his personality is, besides HORNY.
But I guess I'm going to behave until I can talk to him about it. I mean, I guess I gave my word, right? Even if it was a begging for orgasm, clit spanking scream?
posted by erica looking at 5:08 AM
1 Comments:
ok ... i had this a few months back. COMPLETELY HAMMERED, i drunkenly asked the boy to say those ... ahem ... three little words. he did. ALL NIGHT. i did call him up the next day and beg for forgiveness, and that he was not going to be held to it by any stretch of the imagination. he acted like he forgot about it, and laughed, saying it was no problem.
in your case, DO NOT MENTION IT. firstly, he was drunk. secondly, you got that 'sex & the city' part right ... anything said during the buildup, verge, zenith or denouement of an orgasm DOES NOT COUNT. honestly, he probably doesn't remember it. if he does and even attempts to throw it back at you, you have grounds to never see him again.
love the fisting part. i gush like i'm pissing when i'm fisted. it's a beautiful thing. hopefully next time you'll get an orgasm or four out of it!
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