Company

I was annoyed that Devon invited Tamara over to join our movie night. We got so little alone time with each other that I didn’t want to share my time with him with someone else, especially in our own home. Movies at home almost always ended up being gateway activities to something more, but that definitely wouldn’t be the case this time. Tamara and I have been friends for a long time, so I enjoyed her company, but I also preferred my time with her to be one-on-one.

Devon got up and went to the bathroom in the middle of the movie. Tamara and I made some small talk while he was gone and were still talking when he came back. I could see him walking down the hall with a sneaky grin on his face. I thought it was an outward sign that he was happy to see me, but I severely underestimated his thoughts.

He walked back with intention and focus, his gaze never leaving mine. Tamara’s voice became background noise as he neared and I nearly forgot she was there. As Devon reached the couch, he placed his hands on either side of my face and kissed me. I could feel the passion and intensity behind it. I’m not sure how long I was lost in his kiss before I felt his hand wandering down my chest. It stopped at my left nipple and he pinched it through my dress. He went to the other nipple, mirrored the pinch, and added a little twist. I could feel myself getting wet, my pussy throbbing increase with each action.

He pulled away from my lips and stood straight up. It had only been a few seconds and I already wanted his lips on mine again. I could kiss him for hours and be content. I smiled at him as a ‘thank you’ for the unexpected affection. As we stared at each other briefly, that sly grin crossed his face once again.

“Don’t mind me.”

I wasn’t sure how long I was entranced with Devon or how long Tamara was watching us. I turned my head toward her and saw her eyebrows raised and eyes widened. She wasn’t looking at me though. I followed her gaze back to Devon and saw him on his knees in front of me. Even during my brief moment looking away, I was sure that his eyes never left my body.

At a towering 6’4″, we were still nearly eye to eye with him on his knees. He uncrossed my legs and ran his hands from my knee up my thigh. I immediately got nervous because Tamara was still sitting next to me. I looked over half expecting to see her packing up her stuff. She was hyper focused on Devon, but in an entranced way, not a horrified one. Did she have a slight grin? I sat there trying to figure out what Tamara was thinking until I felt Devon’s hot breath between my legs. I looked back toward him as my heart beat harder and faster.

He slowly and delicately moved my panties to the side in a way that reminded me of someone who was trying to save the wrapping paper on a gift. My pussy was exposed and dripping wet. I had a fleeting thought about leaving a mess on the couch, but Devon had my mind fully occupied. The anticipation leading up to this point was almost so overwhelming that I was tempted to grab his head and pull his face to my pussy without asking. He placed a few delicate kisses on my thighs before moving to my pubic area and finally my clit. As soon as his lips made contact with my clit, a shiver ran through my whole body.

He kissed my clit a few more times as he geared up for more. He lifted my left leg onto his shoulder to give himself more access to my glistening pussy. One of his hands briefly grabbed a handful of my ass while his other reached up to tease my nipples one last time. At this point, there was no turning back for me and I was fully engrossed in this experience. His mouth opened and his tongue made contact. He circled around sloppily, his spit and my juices mixing together. My head tilted back and I gasped a few times before I resumed watching him work.

His tongue fully extended and penetrated me. My eyes were locked on to Devon’s and he moved in and out of my pussy at a moderate pace. Every few strokes, he would pull his tongue out and slide it all the way to my clit before moving back to my hole. Devon and I were connected in a way that I never experienced before. He could read my body in ways I didn’t know were possible. And as if a spotlight flashed a light in the sky, he seemed to read my mind once again. His mouth moved up to my clit and two fingers replaced his tongue. He stroked my pussy in and out, in and out while his tongue circled my clit.

“May I have another one please?”

Devon liked it when I asked permission. It was a normal action for me at this point. He pulled out the two wet fingers and shoved them, along with a third, in my mouth. My tongue cleaned all of my juices from them as they prepared to enter me again. He slowly penetrated me once more, but with 3 fingers this time. His hand movements were slow and controlled and he finger fucked me. His lips closed around my clit as he alternated sucking and flicking with his tongue. I began to breathe faster as I neared orgasm, letting out an occasional moan.

Just as I was at my peak, Tamara grabbed my hand. I looked at our clasped hands and then to her face. She was biting her lip and alternating her gaze between me and Devon. He was not deterred by any of her actions and continued to pleasure me. As I came, I let out a loud, long moan. After several seconds, my clit became too sensitive and I had to push Devon’s eager mouth away. He removed his fingers from my satisfied pussy and rubbed them all over my face. I was still out of breath as he let my leg down from his shoulder. As my breathing slowed and my body relaxed, Tamara’s hand finally released it’s grasp.

Devon finally broke his gaze with me and looked directly at Tamara. “Anyone else?”

Disappointed

Eddie and I matched on Bumble and hit it off within the first few messages. We quickly exchanged numbers and that’s when it slowed. He rarely responded to texts and when he did, his answers were short and delayed. I know some people are better in person, so I decided to not hold it against him. We decided to meet up on a Saturday night and I let him make the plan. Hooters was definitely an odd choice for a first date, but the drinks are cheap and it’s a laid back atmosphere.

We drove separately and I arrived shortly before him. I waited at the door and we walked in together. Me standing at a mere 5’2″ and him towering at 6’5″ was an amusing combo, I guess, because most people stared at us as we walked through to the bar. There weren’t any seats at the bar, so I went back to the front to wait as he continued to circle like a vulture. While I was waiting, I ran into a coworker. He was a recent hire, so I wouldn’t have recognized him except for the fact that he was just in my office the day before. I don’t like mixing my personal and work life except for a couple of people, so this was awkward for me. After exchanging pleasantries, Eddie returned to me and said he found two open seats. I said goodbye to my work associate and followed Eddie to the bar.

Of course, my coworker already had a seat at the bar with a drink and food right next to the seats Eddie snagged. Great.

There were some awkward exchanges and he continued to interact with me despite me telling him I was on a date. Eventually he got the hint, boxed his food, finished his drink, and left. Before his departure, he exchanged a bro handshake with Eddie and told him to “take care of her, man.” Weird.

Dinner was slow going. He didn’t ask me any questions about myself, he kept his answers to my questions short, and he seemed to watch the TVs more than he even looked at me. Because of this, I was surprised that he asked me back to his place. I didn’t have any other plans, so I thought I’d take a chance.

I shouldn’t have.

Eddie had no bells or whistles. Being a good kisser was the peak of his abilities. No foreplay from him, no sounds, no kissing or touching, just stroking until he finished. His bed was really comfortable so I took him up on his offer to stay the night. I woke up in the morning to Eddie wanting another round, which turned out to be just as disappointing as the first.

Demise

Despite Taylor being adamant about us not dating, we did still go out together. Dinner, breakfast, walks in the park, drinks on rooftop bars (pineapple juice for him and vodka for me). So after several months of us seeing each other a few times a month, I didn’t think it was wild for me to suggest that we could do something for his birthday. We obviously had to wait for the weekend, but I didn’t mind taking him to dinner. He talked about having a steak at Ruth’s Chris and I was agreeable. However, as the date neared, he began to pull back.

He was out of town during the week and celebrated with his family, but when I asked what day he would be returning, he lashed out. He acted as if I was forcing him to do something that he didn’t want to do, which was confusing because we discussed it and he seemed onboard. I just wanted to do something nice for him, but obviously I wasn’t going to force it. Birthdays are supposed to be celebrations, not unhappy situations.

I didn’t want to rock the boat any further, so I dropped it. I sent him a few salacious, no-face photos with a “Happy birthday!” message attached. He thanked me for them, but it didn’t seem as appreciative as I would have hoped. I hinted at us getting together over the weekend without mentioning any sort of celebration. He very quickly told me he wasn’t getting into town until “sometime Saturday” and would have to see what his schedule was like.

The downside to being in this type of relationship with someone is that they don’t open up to you. They don’t share anything personal or allow themselves to become vulnerable. On the surface, this is totally fine. Unfortunately, this becomes a problem when these situations arise and you aren’t sure how to respond. Are they quick to anger? Should I pull back? Should I address the original issue? Do they want me to push them out of their comfort zone? I am already terrible at reading people and without any knowledge about his feelings or how he deals with them, I didn’t know which path to take.

I kept up my friendly texts and asked if he wanted to FaceTime, but our communication seemed to slow. His birthday weekend passed and it would be another 2 weeks before I’d be kid free and able to see him again. As it turns out, I wouldn’t see him after those 2 weeks. I was ghosted.

Explosion

I don’t know why I usually ended up at Taylor’s house. Not only did he have a roommate, but it was always dirty. Clothes on the floor of his room, facial hair covering every surface in the bathroom, carpet that looked like it had never been cleaned. On a positive note, his bed was comfortable and the heat was always turned up about 5 degrees higher than I kept my own house.

Tonight was different; he came to my house to pick me up for dinner. He always told me that there are only two classifications of people – married or single. If you weren’t married, you were single and therefore, we weren’t dating. So each time we went out, he never called it a date. We were simply two people going out and enjoying each other’s company before going back to one of our places to enjoy each other anymore. Because of that thought process, his gesture of coming to pick me up seemed special.

We had a wonderful evening out, as usual, with plenty of laughs, thoughtful conversation, and gentle PDA from me. The PDA was reciprocated on the drive home and my engine continued to warm up. As soon as we crossed the threshold of my front door and the lock was turned, his lips found mine. Our hands roamed each other’s body and a piece of clothing fell to the floor every couple minutes. We made our way to the bedroom and finished exposing each other’s body.

Taylor laid down first and I slowly approached his rock hard cock. The weight of it kept it from standing straight up, but I didn’t mind raising it up to my lips. I moistened the tip before making my way down until I gagged. I covered him with my spit over and over as he encouraged me from the head of the bed. His long arms would occasionally grab a handful of my hair as a courtesy, not for control. He motioned me up so our lips could meet again.

His intuition about my body was 99% accurate. He would often do things that I didn’t even know I craved at the time. So when he laid me on my back and him next to me, I was surprised. This is usually the position I finished in and it was first on deck? I was slightly disappointed, but followed his lead like a good girl. As he slowly slid inside me, he told me to rub my clit. I did. He kissed me a few times before grabbing a fistful of hair and forcing my neck upward to watch me play with myself. He whispered a few dirty phrases in my ear and that was the end for me.

I came hard and fast, surprising myself with not only the intensity of the orgasm, but the short amount of time it took me to achieve it. I looked at the clock when I opened my eyes, just as he was about to penetrate me again. Four minutes. Four short, intense, wonderful, unexpected minutes. I think that’s a new record.

Dreamlike

I was at a house party acting like myself – hanging in a corner with a drink and not interacting with a single human. I saw my friend out of the corner of my eye. She was keeping the attention of three guys with her slight smile and the occasional flip of her long, blonde hair. The guys didn’t seem to be competing for her attention, just all taking turns naturally. I continued to survey the room and didn’t notice anyone looking my way, not even the slightest glance. Typical.

I slipped into the kitchen for another drink and couldn’t find my friend when I came back out. I looked around on my own for a few minutes before shyly asking a stranger if they’d seen her. A couple people brushed me off before the third told me they saw her go in the backyard. I found my way to the back door and didn’t see anyone outside. There was a small barn with a light shining through a couple small windows. I walked across the backyard and stood outside the barn door. I heard multiple laughs and other talking voices, but couldn’t make out any words.

I slowly cracked the door of the barn and peered in. I saw two bodies at first glance, shirtless men with their backs to me. As my head fully crossed the threshold of the doorway, I saw the last shirtless man, and the others, facing a bed in the center of the the room. My body made it’s way to the other side of the door, but I didn’t venture more than a few steps into the room. As the laughter continued, the men shifted slightly and I saw what they were focusing on… her.

She was only wearing a slip now and she leaned back on her elbows. Her smile was much wider than she displayed inside and her eyes beckoned the men to her. They approached her one by one, each taking several minutes exploring their own personal desires. One roughly, only softly, and one merely teasing her. Her face told me that she enjoyed the teasing the most. A twin flame. After the third man had his solo turn, the other two men joined him and they each chose a hole of her body.

They were respectful with their sharing; each man had a satisfactory amount of time in each hole. Each switch was seamless and it didn’t seem this was their first time. I could see a look of sheer satisfaction on my friend’s face, even when her expression was being obstructed by a hard cock plunging in her throat. The men released their loads all over her body in succession and she happily accepted it. They all laid next to each other as though they were one polyamorous group basking in the afterglow of their group sex.

I slowly backed out of the door and crossed the yard into the house. I found my way back to my corner with a drink and kept a smile on my face as I replayed the show in the shed over and over in my mind.

Exploration

I’m quite a sexually adventurous person. Other than physical pain and bathroom fluids coming into contact with my skin, I have never said no to anything. My motto is try everything twice, sometimes three times. Taylor was quite an experienced person. I found out a little more about his past sexual encounters during our pillow talk sessions after sex. He never offered the information, I often had to pry. I’m not sure why that was because I’m clearly not the judgmental type. But all of this experience is probably why he never asked me what I liked or didn’t, he just seemed to know.

Here are some things Taylor did with me that never happened before:

• “Open your mouth.” Taylor was inside me slow stroking when he said this. I did as he said and he spit in my mouth. It wasn’t a disgusting, messy spit, but it just slid off his tongue right onto mine. It was such a small gesture, but surprisingly, it turned me on. A lot. He did ask me to reciprocate a few times and I did, but I didn’t get nearly as much enjoyment out of it as when it was done to me. He usually did it on his own, but I did make the request a few times. He seemed happy that I asked, as if his impression on me was and was more than happy to oblige.
• Taylor and I were usually chest to chest during his turn on top, but he would occasionally sit up to watch himself penetrate me. As he pulled out, nearly completely, he wiped away all of my juices off his cock and wiped them on my face. I wasn’t turned on by this, but I wasn’t turned off either. He did it several times and seemed to enjoy it, so I let him keep doing it. I just had to remember to clean my face afterwards.
• Most of my sexual partners, around 90%, were not significantly invested in whether or not I had an orgasm. Most guys just assume that I did based on noises I made, but they never felt it in my body. Taylor was fully invested in my experience AND the outcome. I had an orgasm almost every time we had sex. The times I didn’t finish, were not for a lack of effort on his part, but it was a mind block on my end.
• I always wanted a guy that took charge. Most guys do a little, but Taylor took charge every time. He either did what he wanted to me, told me what to do, or made me do what he wanted. I was wholly submissive to him during sex and it was pleasurable beyond measure.

I think he liked doing things to me that were probably considered more taboo and I fucking loved it. He definitely set the bar for future experiences.

Out of Town

The way Taylor got me to do things was like black magic. He would tell me to do something and I would oblige, no questions asked.

Taylor had a second place 3 hours east of where we both lived. I met him out there once because we hadn’t seen each other in about 3 weeks due to conflicting schedules. It was about 10 pm when I arrived, but all that tiredness faded when I saw his wide smile. We made our way inside and got comfortable in bed right away. He turned on a documentary about tracking polar bears in Antarctica, but we only watched the first 20 minutes or so. His hand was grazing my body since the documentary started and at the 20 minute mark, his hand reached my clit.

Taylor was 6′ 4″ and left handed, which suited our sexual dynamic quite well. He could reach all parts of my body with ease and he was able to do his best work in my favorite position. I rolled over to face him and we started kissing deeply while he continued to massage my clit. We made our way through the various foreplay roles before he slowly penetrated me with his rock hard cock. His left hand grabbed the perfect amount of hair and pulled hard, while his right hand braced himself on top of me. He liked to start slow and build, which I think was part of the reason I was able to orgasm every single time. He kissed my lips and neck, giving each a little nibble as he moved on.

He moved to lay beside me, my left leg over his hip, and told me to “rub that pussy.” Taylor was now pulling my hair with his right hand and squeezing my tits with his left. He forced my head up so I could watch him thrust into me while I continued to rub my clit. He slowed his pace drastically, even stopping at one point, to just insert the tip of his cock in slow, delicate strokes. I came fast and hard. My body seized and I could hear him saying, “Yeah, let it go for Daddy. Cum all over that dick.”

My body started to relax and he pulled out. Without me moving, he sat on my face, shoving his cock in my throat. “Taste that, bitch.” As I gagged, he kept himself deep down my throat, pulling out just long enough to take a breath in preparation for the next thrust. Every bit of juice I left on him was making it’s way down my throat. Still in my mouth, Taylor bent over and started licking my pussy. After a few seconds, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and replaced it with his balls. He was so close to my face already that I didn’t even have to lift my head to get the whole thing in my mouth.

He stuck two fingers, then three in my still dripping pussy and licked my clit. He shifted his body forward once more until his asshole was above my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and he welcomed it. He settled in again and commanded me to keep going. I wanted to reach up and stroke his cock, but his knees had my arms pinned. He eventually sat up giving me full access to him while he stroked his cock. It didn’t take long before I felt his warm load on my chest.

I wish I could say I had the most amazing sleep after this, but his tossing and turning was to my detriment. I packed up fairly early the next morning so I could get home in time to welcome my kid back, but I thought about our rendezvous for days.

The Beginning of Something Great

The first time I saw Taylor, I was instantly drawn to his photo. It wasn’t because he looked like an African god, but I felt something I can’t describe. There wasn’t much on his Bumble profile, so I exited out of the app because I was conflicted and I wasn’t sure why. Each time I opened the app, I would swipe on a couple people before his profile came up again. I exited the app three times before finally swiping right the fourth time I saw him. An automatic match. I sent him something tame, but inquisitive, for a first message and he was ready.

I am pretty thorough with my dating app bios. I put a few facts about me, what I’m looking for, and I give a wide range of current photos. Even if I’m only going to have sex with someone, I need to have some chemistry and common ground if it’s going to be enjoyable. I don’t like bios that are blank and will automatically swipe left. Taylor didn’t have a lot included in his bio and he only had 3 pictures of himself in his car at night, which was part of my hesitancy in swiping.

His first message back to me was something like, “I know you’re gonna be nasty enough for me considering you have a picture of yourself brushing your teeth.” I was at my mom’s house when he sent it and I was grinning like someone that just won the Powerball. He continued sending me engaging voice messages while I was at my mom’s house and I would sneak into the bathroom to listen to them. We texted not too long after that and had our first FaceTime that same night. He wanted to come over, but it was a week night and I wasn’t going to allow a stranger to come over while my kid was there.

We FaceTimed everyday until we finally met in person about 10 days later. We met at a place called Cake Bar and then had dinner afterwards. Of course my child decided to FaceTime right in the middle of dinner, but Taylor didn’t mind that I stepped outside to take the call. The chemistry was borderline combustible. His positive and confident energy was palpable and it was almost as if it transferred to me. I’m not known for either of those things, but I felt them that night.

We met close to my house, so he followed me back. From the first kiss, I was hooked. I was dripping wet and we hadn’t even made it past first base. Like a freshman girl being asked to prom by a senior, I completely gave myself over to him. The way he touched me, read my cues, responded to reactions from my body. It was all dream-like and I was putty in his hands. His dedication to my pleasure was welcomed and I had one of the strongest orgasms I could remember up until that point.

Contradictory to his positive and warm energy, he turned out to be just as nasty as I was.

I Couldn’t Help Myself

Backscratcher has been increasingly nice over the last few months, which I found was due to him ditching his girlfriend.  About 6 weeks ago, he asked if there was anything I needed.  I jokingly responded, “Nothing you can give me.”  I was in the process of trying to get my itch scratched by Desmond and I didn’t ever see myself getting smashed by Backscratcher again anyway.

Fast forward to two days ago.  I am picking up the kid from his place and he goes in for a hug.  *Note: I don’t really hug.  I barely hug my own family and he knows this.*  I give him a forced side hug and he grabs my ass through my dress.  I didn’t say anything or make a scene.  As I’m leaving, my phone dings with a text.

B: “I had a few thoughts about you in that dress!”
Me: “Care to share?”
B: “Nope… I did catch a slight hard on”
Me: “I’m sure you’d lose it if the dress came off”
B: “#letsfindout”

I wasn’t too surprised by his suggestion, but was a little taken back by his forwardness.  I let it go and the conversation ended there.

Yesterday he asked to have dinner with the kid one night this week and I agreed.  He said it would probably be Wednesday, so I was thrown off when he texted at 6:30 saying he could come over if the offer was still there.  I told him that was fine and it actually worked out quite well.  He played with the kid while I caught up on all the chores I didn’t have time for on the weekend.  While waiting for the kid to fall asleep, I folded laundry and caught up on some work.  Backscratcher took it upon himself to get comfortable – took off his shoes, changed his clothes, laid on my bed.  I knew what he was trying to do, but I acted oblivious.

“Let’s cuddle.  Let’s spoon.”  Those were words I hadn’t heard in a really long time.  The light was off, we were under the covers, and now we were spooning.  It only remained PG for about 90 seconds.  His hand creeped under my shirt, then into my pants.  He teased my pussy through my panties longer than I wanted.  A lone finger finally found its way to my bare clit and didn’t waste any time rubbing, accelerating like we only had a few minutes.  I tried to grab the bulge in his pants, but my arms couldn’t reach over his muscular arms.

He rolled on his back and pulled down his pants.  My mouth was drawn to his cock like a magnet.  I wasted no time covering the entire length of it in my spit.  Balls, base, shaft, tip – I left no spot untouched.  Every time the tip of his cock touched the back of my throat, his body shivered and he let out a moan.  He took off my shirt and pinched my nipples.  HARD.  I could tell he wanted more, so I stripped off the rest of his clothes while he did the same.  I climbed on top, my pussy already wet with anticipation, and rode him fast and hard.  He sucked my tits and gave each ass cheek a hard smack.

He pulled my body close to him and slowed me down.  “Stop,” he whispered in my ear.  “You can’t take it?” I whispered back.  He tried to speed up a few more times, but slowed each time.  He rolled me over and put my ankles on his shoulders.  I could tell by the few short, hard thrusts that he wanted to cum.  After only a few seconds, he rolled me over again.  I was on all fours taking a pounding from a cock that had been neglected by a woman for too long.  My face was buried in the mattress as he released his load on my back.

We quickly cleaned up and got dressed.  He got his stuff together and before leaving, we noted the irony: exactly 4 years ago, I got pregnant with the kid.  Plan B anyone?

DTF?

I did something kind of stupid.

I have an itch.  A BAD itch and I really wanted it scratched.  Sure, I can scratch a little bit on my own, but it just isn’t the same as having another person do it. (I hope we’re all on the same euphemism page).  It’s been about 4 months since my body last touched Desmond’s and he was really my only option if I wanted some relief.

So, I texted.

I didn’t have the kid, I didn’t have any plans, I was in town.  I thought of all the things I was going to do to him.  It was going to be sweaty, dirty, and rough.  I was going to use him to satisfy me before leaving him wanting more.

I checked my phone every 10 minutes while I was at the baseball game.  But nothing, nada, zip.  He never texted me back… until this morning saying that he was traveling for work. *insert eye roll*  He said he didn’t even know what “DTF” meant.  I’d believe that, actually, but I also believe that he knows how to use Google or Urban Dictionary.

When The Backscratcher dropped off the kid Sunday afternoon, he asked if there was anything I needed or that he could do.  I wanted to tell him what I really needed, but refrained.  He has a girlfriend and I don’t think he’d be able to satisfy me anyway.  At least I think he still has a girlfriend.

Either way, both of them are in my spank bank and helped me ease some of the itch that night.