SluttyConfessions
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So, I'm still seeing her. Two weeks now. Her name is Emily. We've actually been going out lately before we go back to the apartment, instead of just staying in (bed). It started with a walk to go get some coffee, but then we started exploring the neighborhood. Now we stop on our way to work to get a pastry and coffee at a tiny bakery on an awkwardly shaped intersection. It's basically invisible. Seriously, this place is roughly as wide as it's door from the front, and is wedged into a strange corner at a five street convergence. Living in a part of the city that was built before organized city planning existed is fascinating, if a bit maddening.
We had dinner last night, actually. A nice one. It felt like the kind of date you see in movies, and honestly, a little phony. The food was good, the wine was good, but we giggled about how weird it felt the whole way back to the apartment. While we were standing outside the car, we got heckled by some asshole for kissing in public while gay. We're fine, but it was still very aggravating and a little scary.
Work the next day was fine, though I am feeling a bit more awkward about this office. The culture here is a little gross. The corporate culture we're hiring out of, I mean. I get that it's our thing, but this setting is weird. I just feel uncomfortable trying to fit in, but I also feel uncomfortable not trying. It's fine. It's fine. I swear... Ugh. It's one guy in particular, but if I start in on that I'll be writing this all night. I'll just get this place up and running and move on. Hopefully the next city we try will be better.
On a more or less unrelated note, I have fucked Emily every morning and night since I met her, but almost every night on the weekend I still go home with someone else before I come back home to her. These aren't even people I like. Seriously. Just strangers in bars. Nice bars. Not dives at least, but bars nonetheless. As a note though it turns out you shouldn't try the bars at the nice hotels downtown if you don't want to get chased out under suspicion of being a prostitute. At least you shouldn't try to hook up more than once at the same hotel, in the same night. My life is stupid, but enjoyable.
Sometimes I get a little out of hand when I really need you. I got home from fucking some guy at his gross apartment at two o'clock this morning, took the fastest shower of my life, and had my fingers inside her and my tongue on her clit less than six minutes after I was in the door. That's what I'd still be doing right now if I hadn't tired her out. I'm even playing with my clit while I write this.
I can still feel him inside me. His dick is huge. Huge enough that it was hard to fuck him for more than a couple of minutes at a time. When I was on top it felt like he was splitting me down the middle. While he was behind me it just felt like he was impaling me. It was satisfying for a little while, but after a while it hurt too much to keep going. I guess that in itself can be a rewarding experience. In this case, one which I will remember for a few days.
After I asked him to stop, he flipped me onto my back and started licking my pussy. While he was somewhat inexpert in the process, he was so enthusiastic and I was so sensitive from the fucking I'd just received that he actually got me to cum again. Afterward he shoved his fingers inside me and fucked me, licking my clit occasionally.
My final orgasm of the night (with him) was the most intense I've had with a man in months if not years, I'd guess. He was getting just the right spot in me and at this point being touched at all was overstimulating. At the moment his fingers and tongue both found the exact spots they were looking for, I completely lost control of my body. I thrashed around like I was dying, pounded my fists on the floor on either side of me, pulled a the carpet so hard I nearly tore it up, and screamed a bizarre, throaty scream which startled even me. His downstairs neighbors must have been pretty alarmed. Part of me was getting off on that too, though.
All of this sensation and reaction took place in a few seconds, and at the climax of everything, I squirted everywhere. I have only squirted like this a few times. It got on his face and in his mouth. His hair was wet after I was done with seven or eight intense pulses. I spent the next few minutes laughing and crying simultaneously while rocking from side to side.
I almost feel bad about getting him in the face like that, but the number of guys who have blown their loads on my face without asking me if I wanted that makes me feel a little smug about it instead. Once I'd recovered myself a little, I had every desire to reciprocate, but the first time I tried to get up on my knees I failed miserably. Toppled right back to the floor, where I lay on my side giggling about it for another minute or two.
After I started to calm down again, he made a fist with my hair and pulled me firmly off the ground, but he did it without hurting me. The next I knew I was on my knees, staring wide eyed straight down his hard cock. Every drop of emotion vanished from my face as I snapped into the moment and refocused on him. As I stared, saw him throb with urgency, all I wanted in the world for that moment was to make him cum. Partly because I was turned on, partly because it's fun, and a little bit because I was ready to get back to my apartment and see Emily. I took hold of him at the base of his shaft, and gently held his balls in with the other. I used the hand on his shaft to steady myself as I leaned forward to take him in mouth.
I knew it wouldn't take long, with how ramped up he was, but I had only been going down on him for a minute max when he started tensing up in a telling way. He told me he was going to cum with plenty of time. I thought he would take his cock away and start jerking off, but he just let me do what I wanted, so I kept blowing him, and forcing my throat onto his cock while he gasped. When I felt his shaft start to quiver and the tip of him to swell, I slid back, just in time for the first burst of his cum to splash onto my tongue. He didn't taste bad. Didn't taste good, but it was fine. After one more shot I backed off the rest of the way since I didn't really want to swallow more than that. I aimed him up a bit pulled him out of my mouth.
As I was swallowing what I would, he shot at me a few more times, and pretty well coated my face and neck. Honestly, he got a lot on my chest and in my hair too. It was definitely impressive, and as always, that was fun for a second, but not for very long after he was finished. He was totally unable to get me something to clean up with, as he was lying on the bed, having collapsed in unmitigated, ecstatic afterglow. I smiled more or less uncontrollably when I saw that, but still wanted to be less sticky. I told him I'd be back in a minute, but I took a bit longer than I meant to...
I didn't know he has a roommate, so when I went to the bathroom to wash my face and clean up a little, I was not expecting her any more than she was expecting me. I inhaled a high pitched squeak of a gasp as she jumped back. For a moment we just locked eyes, staring at each other in total silence, but after that moment broke so did the tension. We both laughed, and she smiled at me after.
It was around then I noticed that she was naked... and beautiful. Like, fucking gorgeous, and exactly my type. Before I even heard her voice I was getting wet again. Me. On the visual alone. When she did open her mouth and say something I almost died. The tone was extraordinary. This lovely thing takes some serious care where her vocal health is concerned.
We talked awkwardly for a minute, but nothing much. Apparently I'm not the first surprise guest she's run into in the bathroom. I'm not even the first naked girl she's found washing cum off her face in the sink. She was even nice enough to offer me a washcloth and some moisturizer.
Yeah... So, I definitely wasn't going to see this guy again. I mean, he was good at what he did – limited though that may be – but that was about all there was. She was cute, though. She was fun to talk to. With her, there was a spark. Didn't have the nerve to ask for her number though, and now I feel like the obvious plan of action is to fuck this dude again on the off chance I might see her again. Am I crazy?
Don't answer that. I quickly got dressed, gathered my things, awkwardly kissed him goodbye, and scurried out the door. As I said, once I was home I dove straight into Emily and fucked her pretty aggressively. I actually just heard her whimper a little though, which means she's awake enough for me to pounce on her again. I miss you, I love you. Have to go now. I'll try to call soon. All the love.
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- 26.12.2021
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