True Confessions
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Published on June 22, 2010
His name was Sony. He was supposed to be a one-night stand. We began ‘dating’ shortly after meeting—24 hours after meeting to be exact. He was tall and handsome and he had a funny laugh and a glimmer in his eye that beckoned you to his bed.
I was hosting a small dinner party and invited him over. I my surprise he accepted. Dinner was pleasant; he got along with my friends and family fantastically. After everyone after, I found him in my kitchen loading the dishwasher with a dishtowel thrown over his shoulder. I insisted he stop but he wouldn’t hear it. I hopped on the counter and we talked while he continued cleaning the kitchen. We’d only met the previous day but it felt right. It was comfortable. We were like an old married couple.
When everything was done it was late so I welcomed him to stay the night. I was surprised he accepted. We lay in my bed talking. He told me about his childhood growing up in DC while I played with his hair; it was blondish brown and smelled like Pantene. I told him about growing up in California and he listened, he really listened. He even asked questions. Oh yeah, I was screwing this guy!
Despite all of my flirtation he wouldn’t make the first move so I began kissing him feverously. He stopped me, laid me on my back and slowly passionately kissed me. I’m not sure how much time lapsed but we kissed for a very long time, nothing else, just kissed. I was so damn horny I could’ve screamed! Finally he moved to my breasts and sucked my nipples with the same passion he showed my lips. I came twice watching him devour my breasts. To this day his oral skills are unmatched. He moved down between my legs and sweet mother of Joseph he ate my pussy for at least an hour. I lost count of how many times I came. It was like he knew exactly what I wanted. I laid there spread eagle listening to the sounds of him eating me; he moaned and sucked; he licked and pulled my hips toward his mouth. I couldn’t move. I didn’t know what to do. I was cumming again and again.
When he was done I offered to return the favor but he was against it. He stood and put on a condom. The room was too dark so I didn’t get a preview of his cock but when he entered me I damn well knew it. He was huge and it had a slight curve to it. He hit spots I didn’t even exist! He was on top of me; my legs were open as far as they could go. He scooped them over his elbows and took me. I recall the squashy noises my pussy made, he was the first guy to make me squirt, until then I couldn’t have an orgasm without clitoral stimulation. Not with him. He had me climbing the walls. I was never a loud cummer or very verbal but he fucked the words from me. He came three times in the missionary position. Then turned me over doggy style and really wore me out. It wasn’t that he was fucking me roughly, he wasn’t, but he was so deep and hitting those spots and licking my back and neck. I was grabbing the headboard, the pillows and the sheets. I rubbed my clit and begged him to fuck me harder. He did, again and again. I squirted and we came until I fell face first on the bed. My pussy throbbed. I was really exhausted. He wasn’t.
We talked and he allowed me to rest. But fifteen minutes later he put on another condom and pulled me on top of him. OMG!! He was killing me. The curve of his cock matched that of my pussy perfectly. He held my waist and swung his hips upward. His cock molested my g-spot over and over gain. I didn’t think I could cum anymore but he fucked it out of me. This time he came so hard he screamed and grabbed my breasts.
I laid flat on his chest and he kissed my head and held me and we talked and laughed some more. A little while, we were almost asleep when my pussy came back to life. I reached for his cock thinking it would be limp, it was rock hard and he asked me to suck it and I did. First, I sucked him while he lay on his back; he pulled my hair back and watched my mouth bob up and down and talked dirty to me. He wanted me to reach between my legs and fingered myself; I did. He asked if he could cum in my mouth; I damn near begged him to. He held my head and came with a yell. I didn’t know it then but this first taste of his cum would soon lead to an craving.
Second, I sucked him while lying on my back with three pillows beneath my head. He kneeled over me watching his cock go in and out of my mouth. Right before he came, he pulled out of my mouth and stroked himself, shooting cum onto my tongue. It must’ve been pretty good because he had to prop himself against the headboard to keep from stabbing me in the face. You would think this would’ve been the end but it wasn’t. We fucked until sunrise then called in sick. He went home to grab an overnight bag and we stayed in bed the entire next day like newlyweds.
A couple of months passed before we became exclusive though we already were. I guess it was when we finally made it official. We dated for two and a half years and broke up when I moved away. It was very hard on both us. We’re still very good friends and we sleep together every time we meet. He’s still holds the record as the only man who can make me squirt.
His name was Sony. He was supposed to be a one-night stand. We began ‘dating’ shortly after meeting—24 hours after meeting to be exact. He was tall and handsome and he had a funny laugh and a glimmer in his eye that beckoned you to his bed.
True Confessions
His name was Sony. He was supposed to be a one-night stand. We began ‘dating’ shortly after meeting—24 hours after meeting to be exact. He was tall and handsome and he had a funny laugh and a glimmer in his eye that beckoned you to his bed.
I was hosting a small dinner party and invited him over. I my surprise he accepted. Dinner was pleasant; he got along with my friends and family fantastically. After everyone after, I found him in my kitchen loading the dishwasher with a dishtowel thrown over his shoulder. I insisted he stop but he wouldn’t hear it. I hopped on the counter and we talked while he continued cleaning the kitchen. We’d only met the previous day but it felt right. It was comfortable. We were like an old married couple.
When everything was done it was late so I welcomed him to stay the night. I was surprised he accepted. We lay in my bed talking. He told me about his childhood growing up in DC while I played with his hair; it was blondish brown and smelled like Pantene. I told him about growing up in California and he listened, he really listened. He even asked questions. Oh yeah, I was screwing this guy!
Despite all of my flirtation he wouldn’t make the first move so I began kissing him feverously. He stopped me, laid me on my back and slowly passionately kissed me. I’m not sure how much time lapsed but we kissed for a very long time, nothing else, just kissed. I was so damn horny I could’ve screamed! Finally he moved to my breasts and sucked my nipples with the same passion he showed my lips. I came twice watching him devour my breasts. To this day his oral skills are unmatched. He moved down between my legs and sweet mother of Joseph he ate my pussy for at least an hour. I lost count of how many times I came. It was like he knew exactly what I wanted. I laid there spread eagle listening to the sounds of him eating me; he moaned and sucked; he licked and pulled my hips toward his mouth. I couldn’t move. I didn’t know what to do. I was cumming again and again.
When he was done I offered to return the favor but he was against it. He stood and put on a condom. The room was too dark so I didn’t get a preview of his cock but when he entered me I damn well knew it. He was huge and it had a slight curve to it. He hit spots I didn’t even exist! He was on top of me; my legs were open as far as they could go. He scooped them over his elbows and took me. I recall the squashy noises my pussy made, he was the first guy to make me squirt, until then I couldn’t have an orgasm without clitoral stimulation. Not with him. He had me climbing the walls. I was never a loud cummer or very verbal but he fucked the words from me. He came three times in the missionary position. Then turned me over doggy style and really wore me out. It wasn’t that he was fucking me roughly, he wasn’t, but he was so deep and hitting those spots and licking my back and neck. I was grabbing the headboard, the pillows and the sheets. I rubbed my clit and begged him to fuck me harder. He did, again and again. I squirted and we came until I fell face first on the bed. My pussy throbbed. I was really exhausted. He wasn’t.
We talked and he allowed me to rest. But fifteen minutes later he put on another condom and pulled me on top of him. OMG!! He was killing me. The curve of his cock matched that of my pussy perfectly. He held my waist and swung his hips upward. His cock molested my g-spot over and over gain. I didn’t think I could cum anymore but he fucked it out of me. This time he came so hard he screamed and grabbed my breasts.
I laid flat on his chest and he kissed my head and held me and we talked and laughed some more. A little while, we were almost asleep when my pussy came back to life. I reached for his cock thinking it would be limp, it was rock hard and he asked me to suck it and I did. First, I sucked him while he lay on his back; he pulled my hair back and watched my mouth bob up and down and talked dirty to me. He wanted me to reach between my legs and fingered myself; I did. He asked if he could cum in my mouth; I damn near begged him to. He held my head and came with a yell. I didn’t know it then but this first taste of his cum would soon lead to an craving.
Second, I sucked him while lying on my back with three pillows beneath my head. He kneeled over me watching his cock go in and out of my mouth. Right before he came, he pulled out of my mouth and stroked himself, shooting cum onto my tongue. It must’ve been pretty good because he had to prop himself against the headboard to keep from stabbing me in the face. You would think this would’ve been the end but it wasn’t. We fucked until sunrise then called in sick. He went home to grab an overnight bag and we stayed in bed the entire next day like newlyweds.
A couple of months passed before we became exclusive though we already were. I guess it was when we finally made it official. We dated for two and a half years and broke up when I moved away. It was very hard on both us. We’re still very good friends and we sleep together every time we meet. He’s still holds the record as the only man who can make me squirt.