True Sex Stories: Well I Didn’t Think I’d Like That So Much

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So I'm finally, dreamily, hazily writing about my experience with S. I mentioned an incredibly erotic encounter with him, and our subsequent united front in searching for a third for a threesome. I like him. I want to have a fling with him, I want to suck his dick then bake him cookies then sit at my laptop wearing nothing but knee high stockings, looking at porn while he babbles incessantly about his crazy money making schemes. He's intense and magnetic and I bought crotchless panties, which strike me as obscenely tacky, because he thinks they're hot. He might just be incredibly bad for me, but he's exciting and compelling and I feel like a dog that has found this fascinatingly disgusting rotting badger corpse that I just want to rub around in ecstatically.

I mixed vicodin and klonopin tonight, so if this doesn't make much sense you can suck a dick. That's what I'd do.

Anyway, so after having met on Sunday he sent me crazy late night emails, and then we resumed them early Monday morning. Confusion and miscommunication flooded our texts, and suddenly we're having this irritated spat just twelve hours after meeting. Then we made up just like that and I was like "damn, that kinda turned me on," and he said, "Me too. I like your pussy" and I said, "I like your aggressive psychosis." I have found that I get incredibly aroused by a good heated argument, especially with a worthy opponent who is as intolerant of my bullshit as I am of everyone else's. We made plans for that night. He told me, "I want to turn you out. I want to fuck you in the ass," and that was all I could think about all day. My threesome fantasies of me being the foundation of an Eiffel Tower turned into fantasies of me being the american cheese in a grilled fuck sandwich.

That evening I went over to his house with my camera in my purse, wearing stockings and an absurdly short black dress and black lingerie, with jeans on for modesty. Once in his house I peeled off my jeans and opened a bottle of wine and languished on his couch while he emailed with some other guy who wants a threesome. Not for us, but maybe for them and some different girl. Then his dick is out and my panties are off and I lean forward and am sucking his cock and he is fingering my ass with this special thick lube that he brought out. I decide to join the fun so I throw some on my fingers and slide one gently, tentatively into his ass and gently massage his prostate. Things are heated and he is muttering about the fact that he has several fingers up my ass, and he's like, "you've really never done this before," and I garble "nunnngh unngh" through the penis in my mouth, and then we take a brief break to drink some more wine and check our email. He directs me to lay down and he spoons me from behind and is rubbing his cock against my ass, pressing just the tip in slightly then sliding his cock along my pussy without entering it, and I'm squeezing my kegels hard so he can't enter me easily anyway, and he's pulling my hair and we're both just gasping and rubbing against each other, and he tells me to relax as he slowly slides his cock a little deeper into my ass. Then he pulls out, and slides it in a little more. Then he is stroking in and out, and I'm breathing along with his strokes to keep myself relaxed, and it feels fucking good. And we're both so immensely turned on, just completely focused on the friction we're creating and I was just out of my mind, in a wonderful literal sense, I was out of the thinking part of my mind and just reduced to enjoying this new sensation.

We continued on with it in various positions, my initial hesitation replaced by firmly grasping his hips and thrusting my ass down on his cock while he pulled my hair and bit my shoulders. I sat up on top of him and guided him back into me, and he looked down and expressed his pleasure with the view. I asked him to grab the video camera so I would be able to get a look at it, and so then I'm on top of him riding him and next thing you know we're making a home video of some hardcore anal amateur porn.

By the time I had to leave he had sent me off with the SIM card for my perusal of the video, and I cheerfully licked his cum off his chest as I pulled my jeans back on. I drove home in a state of intoxicated euphoria, and just three days later am now fiending to see him again. But next time after having hardcore anal sex and having his tongue in my ass and his dick down my throat, I want to fall asleep with him and wake up in the morning and have some sweet simple spooning morning sex. I don't know what the hell is up with our connection, but I think I should just go ahead and overdose before I determine whether or not it's toxic.

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