Farewell To Mr. Wrong

So Mr. Wrong has finally decided to leave SF.  He's left some stuff with me, which I have come to think of as "social collateral," the only thing still tying me to him, albeit in this tenuous way.  I wish I could get off with his chainsaw.

We shared a hot night before he left for this last time (at least for now).  He came over for Scrabble and sex, and I expected a reprise of one of many earlier hot times.  But he had a headache, so I massaged his back and shoulders for half an hour, then laid him out naked on my couch, with a warm face mask on.  While he generally fucks me, I had my way with him for over an hour.  First tickling his legs, tracing them up and down, closer to his cock each time, he moaned soft "mmmms" but lay totally still.  Taking him gently into my mouth, he took a while to get hard, allowing me the rare option of rolling the soft deliciousness of him for a long while.  As he grew, his mmmmmms became deeper, as did mine.  I was in total control of this blowjob, and I took my time.  As we both love, I took him deep and slow, massaging my own throat with his length.  He continued to lie motionless, the eye mask demanding that he stay still. 

I grew wetter, and took off my own clothes, slowly massaging my own clit in gentle circles as I sucked him.  I felt myself grow wet, and my pussy began to demand to be filled.  While not part of my fantasy, I found myself climbing on him, sitting so that he reached me as deeply as possible, delighted for once to have complete control of depth and speed.  Not as deep or as firm as when he fucks me, but soft and sensuous, not raw and nasty as is our custom.

Climbing off him, I again took him in my mouth for a time.  My ever penetrating swallows sent my body into further cravings, and I mounted him again, this time reversing to face away from him, where I was able to take him even deeper.  As I became excited, bouncing faster and faster against him, I felt him begin to come close to coming.  Not wanting to lose one drop of him, I somewhat reluctantly climbed off and took him in my mouth yet again.  In his relaxed state, he lasted longer than I ever remember, before coming with a soft moan deep in my throat, as I love. 

I wanted to offer to cover him with a blanket and let him stay the night comfortably there, on my couch, but he rose slowly.  We finished our drinks and he left unceremoniously, even as I craved a deep movie star kiss goodbye. 

I will be hard pressed to find another as hot as Mr. Wrong.  I am now officially completely out of fuck buddies, a situation I never imagined I'd find myself in.

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