Friday, January 14, 2011

Coffee With Melissa

It had been a while since I saw Melissa. Against my better judgment, about a year ago we did some business together, and it panned out as poorly as I expected. Melissa didn't speak to me for months about it. Despite that, I missed her terribly. We had a long, and wonderful history together, and I didn't want to lost that over a bad business decision. I called her and told her this, and how much having her out of my life hurt. I missed her friendship and everything we shared, and honestly, Readers, the sexual part of our friendship was just a bonus. She was open to meeting for coffee.

Nervously, I entered the coffee shop. I was early because I didn't want to risk being late and have her think I wasn't coming. My nerves were on fire like I was going on a first date. She was one of my best friends, and I was scared she was really just using the opportunity to confront me.

She was already there when I walked in. Same table we'd shared many times. She looked beautiful. I smiled and walked towards here, tears in my eyes. She stood up and wrapped her arms around me and whispered, "I missed you. I'm sorry." I hugged her harder, and kissed her, and tears ran down both our faces. Conversation came easily, just like it always had, and we were both laughing soon enough.

After overstaying our welcome, we went outside to say our goodbyes, and it was obvious neither of us wanted to leave the other. My place being closer, we made our way home, holding hands all the way there. She looked as beautiful as ever, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. Admittedly, I wanted my hands, lips, and tongue all over her as well.

Arriving here I took her coat and left her to go freshen up, then I did as well after pouring us both a glass of wine. There was good tension. Excitement. We were both humming with intentions. We sat and talked about our lost months for a while, and hands went from holding each others to wandering.

I was excited.
Turned on.
We kissed.Joss Stone Lesbian Kiss


We kissed slowly, mouths opening cautiously, exploring gently. She tasted wonderful. I wanted more. Hands wandered and found their way under our clothes. Clothes came off. Somehow we made our way upstairs and fell into bed.

Everything we did came so naturally. Our bodies moving together as we pinched, pulled, rubbed, caressed all the right places. Her breasts fit my hands perfecly, her nipples clamped between my fingers. I kissed her and wanted to be inside her.

Our cunts were grinding together, clit on clit. It was like an out of body experience. The high I felt from the pleasure was intense, and I couldn't stop myself. I was sucking her feet, licking her toes, wanting more and more.






Neither of us could stop. We ate each others' cunts, assholes, sucked our nipples raw. We laughed and cried. We moaned with pleasure and ecstasy.

I couldn't be happier that I made that phone call. Melissa has been one of my closest friends for years, and I don't see her not being a part of my life for a very long time.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Chat?

At risk of getting pissed off after a blissful night, I'm available on Yahoo! chat right now (10:45am EST): Bareback_grrl

Come say hi!

Friday, January 7, 2011

How often do you have sex in a typical week?

Depends on the week. Sometimes 3 or 4, sometimes 10.

Ask me anything

What do you do for a living?

That's something I choose not to make public information. I prefer to keep my sex life and business life quite separate.

Ask me anything

Stupid Cunt

Le sigh.

Oh the stupidity, and I am completely annoyed by it.

M met a woman a few weeks ago. He was vaguely interested in her, but she was a bit over-eager. The more I found out about her, the less I liked her, but she was from out of town, a place where M never travels, so paths were rarely going to cross anyway. Suddenly she decided she was taking a vacation and visiting relatives in NYC.

Allll kinds of alarms went off in my head.

I told M I felt like it was a bad idea to get together with her, but I wasn't asking him not to see her. At her insistence they made plans. And then the shitstorm exploded.

I'd been keeping an eye on her twitter (No, I don't follow her. I'm not that dumb.) and every other tweet was about getting her fuck on. She was about as subtle as a bullhorn. Something about her just sat all kinds of wrong in my head, and I asked M to call it off.

It's rare that either of us forbids a tryst, but I always trust my gut. There was something not right with this chick. M told her today the meet was off.

She went ballistic.

She told him she was only coming here because of him. She bought her tickets based on their meeting. She couldn't really afford the hotel she was staying in and had been planning to ask him for half. Klassy!

And now she's blowing up his cell phone and email bring a complete cunt.

Fucking psycho hosebeast. Which was it, you dumb cunt? Were you coming here and fucking M while you were here, or were you coming here only to fuck M? Either way, you're a dumb cunt with no class.

"When communicating with a snake, always remember that no truth can roll off his forked tongue." -Smiteful Sinner, via Twitter.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

How many guys have you fucked in your life?

No idea. I've never counted and have no desire to.

Ask me anything

Sunday, January 2, 2011

What ever happened to the guy you picked up at starbucks? Have you seen him again more recently? I ask because I found those stories to be some of your hottest adventures.

I do still see him, and saw him this morning as a matter of fact. I'll write about him again soon.

Ask me anything

Celebration Fuck

A few weeks ago I was bored and horny, and I browsed CL casual encounters for some inspiration. The usual dreck was there. The same tired ads, the same pictures, the same losers. For some reason I decided to check the misc ads. Most there are looking for things a bit more committed than I'm usually browsing for, but as luck would have it that day, someone else was in the same state of mind as I was.

I don't remember the ad word for word, and it's no longer online, but the gist of it was an afternoon of decadent titty torture and fucking to celebrate his divorce and clean STD test after catching his wife cheating on him. I responded that I was interested, and one of my conditions of participation was no condoms. He asked if I also had recent test results to share, and I did, so plans were made after several emails and a brief phone call.

In the shower I brought myself to orgasm easily. I was excited to meet a new cock, especially one experiencing new-found freedom. I dressed quickly, called a cab, and was on my way. He was the only customer at the designated bar, and told me he felt like he was doing something dirty. He was! Meeting a strange woman for sex in middle of the day. For shame! (Never.)

A single drink was had by each of us, and we left to the place he was staying. His nerves were obvious, so I made things easy by going right to the bed and getting undressed.  Then I opened his pants, grabbed his rock hard cock, and made it clear I was there to get fucked exactly as he described in his ad.

He sat in the center of the bed, and I sat between his spread legs, my back on his chest. He took my breasts in his hands and began to maul them as I masturbated my cunt. The more he hurt me, the wetter and more turned on I became. His precum oozed onto my lower back. I felt him throbbing and told him I was ready to get fucked.

He pushed me forward onto my hands and knees and easily slid his averaged sized cock into my hole. He balls were already tight and ready to blow when  I reached back to grab them. With just a few thrusts he unloaded in me, bringing my orgasm immediately.

We lay together for a few minutes to catch our breath, then I got up, dressed and left to hail a cab home.