45 Minutes

We had had a bajillion margaritas and decided to watch Anchorman since he hadn't seen it. Throughout I punctuated lulls in the movie with soft teasing blow jobs and some excellent making out. He kept mixing me drinks and I was filled to the brim with liquid courage. The moment the movie ended he was pants-less and smirking. Without thinking I had ended up on my knees in front of him.

I sat back and stared at the man, illuminated by the blue tv screen, and liked what I saw. His long shapely legs spread wide and inviting. I ran my fingers up from his ankle and felt his legs and their delicious fuzziness. Tracing my fingers all the way up until they were encircling his cock. I wagged it in front of my face and rubbed it across my lips. I love how soft the skin of it is.

I swiveled my head and licked down his shaft to his balls. I pulled each one individually into my mouth and sucked them gently, rolling them with my tongue. I lifted them up and sucked under them. The liquid courage coming into play as I started to drag my tongue from the head of his cock, down his balls, and past them. I felt him tense up and kept at it, all the while looking him in the eye. It was probably obvious to him how hot it was making me. I love the idea of loving every part of someone. Trying out all the buttons we've been given to push.

Luckily, I have been blessed with a guy who lets me try things. Filling my mouth hungrily with him, running my tongue over places I've always wanted to go, and looking up at him completely fucking on fire. He let go and I spent an eternity between his legs.

This is one of my first fantasies to come true and I am over the moon. While it took some drinks to finally make it come true I look forward to it's addition in the everyday.

Engorged? THAT'S the word!!

It's been a month and now finally there I was slowly rolling the condom down his cock, with my mouth. I love how he's always impressed by that. Once I accomplished that task I popped back up and straddled his lap. I was giddy (and dripping wet) with the thought of his cock filling me up. A month is faaaaaaaar too long to make me wait.

I lowered myself unto him and about passed out from how heavenly it was. For some reason my pussy was ultra sensitive last night. Either that or he's never been that deep before. I sit on his lap, not moving, the feeling inside is almost painful. I start fucking him but realize that it's not going to work. Figuring the position was the problem I decided to bend over my bed and have him fuck me from behind. Turns out that wasn't a very good idea.

It felt good, god knows it did, but something was just wrong.



Maybe it was all the crazed self love I'd indulged in this past . <-- It's just too pretty not to use.

Anyways, he has me by the shoulders and is fucking me better than I've ever been fucked. Still my pussy is like "Stop!!" and (un)luckily he slows down and tells me he's close to cumming.

"Oh god, just go ahead and cum baby!"

It was an interesting night....