The Dichotomy Of A Librarian

I like that you don't require, coffee, talking, movies, drinking-all that bullshit, I just don't feel like doing right now. You seem to be perfectly content with me coming over late night and not leaving until, slink time, dawn, or sometime there after. You seem perfectly fine with me coming over to taste you, feel you, and force you to take pictures of me in lewd positions. It is a nice fit, a fine exchange of sexual behavior.

We drink some wine, but you are already where you need to be and I am always there. Like the time before there is some natural comfortability with you that I really like. It makes me want to shed clothing, it makes me want to confess things, it makes me wish I went to high school with you. It makes me we want to get loopy drunk and suck and fuck you all over your room, squishing you in all kinds of ways, taking advantage of you, just the way you like.

From my purse I pull out a crisp white bag. Dangling and swaying it on my finger, I flash a big vixen smile and proclaim "I brought toys!"

I undo your belt, and lower myself to the floor, rubbing my face, cheeks, lips into your lap. I take you gently in, taking my time to feel you grow, to feel you fill my mouth. I slide my fingers around my cunt, feeling how slick I'm becoming. There is something about giving head to man who just sits back and enjoys what I do, the way I do it. You don't force, you don't shove my head into your cock, you don't yank on my hair, you don't try to gag me, and while I like all those things, it's just not your style. I love that.

I tell you to lie down on the bed, grabbing the white bag I join you.

I pull up a nice amount of salvia into my mouth and slide my finger in getting it naturally wet and lubed, with your hard dick being stroked in the other hand; I slide the wet finger into your tightest space. Taking it easy, yet very deliberate, my finger hooking up to hit your man g-spot. You sigh looking back at me, giving me every sign to go further. From the bag I pull out a small bottle of lube and a smallish slim sleek dildo. Not garish, not shaped like a cock, but it does have a nice curve to it. I smile, lower down to your ear, while my hands caress your body, your ass, your dick, and I whisper "I'm going to fuck you now." You nod with an unsure, yet very willing smile. I love that.

I squirt the lube on the tip, and smoothly slide into you. Eventually the whole shaft is up your ass, doing the magical act of disappearing and reappearing. You begin to back into it meeting my thrust. Moving my hips I fuck you, like I am fucking you for the first time. There is a mutual power shift, my mind flashes and I am thinking–I could really fuck the shit out of you. Plowing into your ass, making you scream, cry, beg for more. Thrusting my fake cock like a beast, like all those fuck beasts that fucked me in the past. It would feel good, emotionally it would be fucking hot. Fuck beast. I let the idea pass and continue with my gentle loving of your tight hole. My hand wraps around your cock, pulling up and out drips of pre-cum, massaging it into your crown and down your shaft, you drip from your dick and into my fingers. I am fucking you.

I now have the urge to take in a different manner; in my impulse I climb the length of your body. I am positioned just right. Lowering my pussy on to you lips, your drink, I grind, as my eyes stay fastened to yours, the visual causes me to flow and dribble. I ride your face. You are such a good sport as I thrust with deep inclination into your mouth, your tongue, radiating heat, is lapping me up, it's fucking me now, but the power shift remains the same. I am riding you, I am still fucking you. I love that.

My breath is heavy, I can feel how my chest is rising and falling. I begin to sweat behind my knees, I know you are about to draw from me a strong long torrential orgasm. Wrapping my hands around your head, my hips push down a bit more, and I let it go. I let loose onto your face, flooding you with my cum. It so hot, I am so turned on by the way you let me do whatever I want, the way you let me be, the way we both get what we want.

It is interesting though–the dichotomy of my sexuality, that is. It is also for these same reasons I cannot be monogamous at this point in my life. I want, and crave variety of sex too much (I am such a great slut). I like what we did, I like the control alteration. However; I certainly like getting truly fucked too, fucked like I cannot move the next day. My body marked up and down with the proof of the night before. I also like mutual control fucking, where the power shifts bounce off walls, switching back and forth. Where you are spanking me, making my ass sting and turn all shades of a red hue. Then I may be grinding you so hard using your dick like it is inanimate object that you the man has temporarily become less essential.

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