He left again .. but not for long!
Sooo .. for anyone who read my previous article entitled
"He came back" .. this is a continuation of the
same thread.
We did, eventually (ohh .. maybe the next night .. and the
night after!) get together again, for about two weeks.
We talked, we laughed .. we flirted online and off. We emailed,
we exchanged naughty pictures and we explored eachothers
bodies with our minds as well as our hands and mouths.
He was certainly turning into my favourite fuck!
But one night he asked if we were friends, too.
Well, of course! We didn't just have great sex. We talked
about life, the universe and EVERYTHING! I felt comfortable
with him and I enjoyed much more than just the sex.
The next question was the stinger -- would we still be friends
if we weren't fucking?
Well, of course! was my immediate answer. It wasn't
just the sex that kept me coming back -- ooooh the sex was
phenomenal! But I truly enjoyed his company. It started
to perk through my brain that maybe he didn't really
enjoy the sex as much as he let on. I must have said something
to that very effect, because he instantly assured me that
he DID love the sex as much as I did, it wasn't that at
all. His previous lover/relationship had ended on not-so-great
terms, but there were still emotions involved and she had
contacted him about a possible reconsiliation.
oh.
We had made plans to get a hotel room together for the weekend
before Valentines. There was really no romance in our relationship
-- just friendship and great fucking.
If he was back together with his woman, the sex would stop
and the friendship would possibly become uncomfortable.
But what could I do? It was his life and his choice. Damn did
I want his cock. Damn if I was going to pretend to want a romantic
relationship just to get it. Damn if I was going to interfere
with his love for this other woman. Damn.
So be it.
We stopped fucking.
Sunday, February 6th until Tuesday, March 1st was the abso-fcnk-lutely
longest three weeks of my entire life.
All I could think about was his cock, his mouth, his fingers.
I woke up with his name on my lips and went to sleep with images
of him pounding the hell out of my ass.
We still spoke online. Rarely on the phone -- it felt awkward
to me, and him too, I think.
Apparently his relationship wasn't going quite the
way he wanted.
I let slip many times that I missed him .. that I wanted him.
I felt like a heel. Here I had promised him I wouldn't
get in the way of love and that I was perfectly capable of
having a plutonic friendship with someone I still wanted
to fuck.
But the sex was just .. some of the greatest I had had in ..
a really long time!
I kept finding new people on Adult FriendFinder. Even one who lives literally
around the corner from me. I even met a couple of these guys
for coffee. But I just didn't WANT to find out what sex
with them was like. I wanted HIS cock. I wanted to wrap my
lips around it, I wanted to feel it sliding into the back
of my throat and I wanted to hear him moan and tell me how amazing
my mouth felt.
WEEKS passed! A whole new month was around the corner and
still nothing could distract me from wanting his cock.
I think I went into a mild depression. I know I was more than
a little obsessed. I would pass cocks.... er .. men! men
on the street and think about whether their tongue would
feel as good in my ass as his did. I smiled and flirted and
even partook in a good amount of phone sex. But nothing could
distract me from wanting his cock.
It scared me. It wasn't _just_ his cock. I wanted his
smile. I wanted his conversation. I wanted to curl up with
him and talk for hours after fucking, running my fingers
along his flesh and teasing him until we were ready to fuck
again. I wanted him.
Suddenly, it is a certain Monday and my phone rings.
I had tried to get him to go out for coffee over the weekend,
but he had made (viable) excuses. On the phone he appologizes
and asks if there is any way he can make it up to me? I let him
know that is a completely open-ended question and not a
very safe one to ask. He says he knows. I say he should make
it up to me by fucking my ass. He says okay. What?
Apparently, his grrl and he are no longer together. Three
short (short? SHORT? they were NOT short!) weeks later,
and they realized they had parted in the past for good reason
and it was time to part for a second and final time.
He wants to come fuck my ass.
I want to let him.
My female friends say I am insane! They say he disrespected
me for kicking me to the curb so quickly. They know I have
been crushing on him day in and day out for the past month,
even if I had been trying to hide it. They say there is no way
he should be calling me the DAY he breaks it off with his grrl
and expecting to get sex.
They dont know how good his cock feels in my ass.
We cant arrange to get together for Monday night, but we
refuse to make it past Tuesday without atleast a quick meeting!
I suggest he should come pick me up and we'll go for a
drive. I've been dying to feel his cock in my mouth.
He agrees and we go for a drive!
Not really caring where we park, we end up in the middle of
a somewhat deserted parking-lot of a large shopping center.
We kiss. I dont want foreplay, I want action, I want my lips
wrapped around his hardness. And soon, they are.
For the next hour I bring him to the brink time and time again,
moving my mouth and my tongue and my hand over his cock. I
lick and suck and bite (yes, bite!) his cock. He moans and
pants and tells me over and over again how incredible my
mouth feels. I look up at him while I flicker my tongue across
the head of his cock. I know he loves it. He knows that I know.
I love it too!
Somehow (I'm not sure how .. how do these things happen?
we didnt plan it!!) I end up with my pants around my knees,
on my stomach, with my ass in the air. He is licking and sucking
my ass.
Oh
my
ghawd!
I have missed his mouth so much!
I demand that he slide his fingers into my dripping pussy
and he doesn't miss a beat, slipping first one, then
two fingers into me, pumping them in and out while he continues
to lick my ass.
I can hardly take it! He is driving me wild!
He takes the hint, and slips those fingers into my ass. He
fills both my holes with one hand, sliding his fingers in
and out of me, pushing me further into oblivion.
I know he can feel my muscles contact as I have an intense
orgasm on his hand.
I am spent.
We are out of time!
There _will_ be more!
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