Weekend Update
It's nights like last night that make me want to pick everything up and move to New York. Well, mostly- discounting the pain, but more on that later.
I'm spending the weekend with a boytoy (Jay) from school who recently moved up here from grad school, and my oh my does he have skills. Serious skills, and not just at playing the piano. Read on...
Last night after I finished up at the office I grabbed a Metro-North down to the city. We met up on the Lower East Side, had some killer Korean food and saw his friend's band play at Arlene's Grocery. We hung out afterwards for some drinks and conversation, and I stayed pretty quiet- I didn't know any of them aside from Jay. Being around a group of very good-looking sweaty musicians riding the post-show testosterone high always is fun, and last night it was getting me pretty horny. Well, it always gets me horny, but last night in particular.
We all said our goodbyes, and Jay and I grabbed the F Train to Park Slope. We were towards the front, and car was empty. Well, there was a homeless guy sleeping at the other end, but that didn't stop me. I was hoping to keep all of my bottled up horny for when we got back to his apartment, but it was starting to bubble out. As soon as the doors closed, I was glaring at him with the "I WANT TO FUCK" look. He got the message, and we started making out like teenagers. I was massaging his cock through his jeans, and he was managing to get me even hotter by trying to get his hand in my pants. I knew we were going to be going out, so I wore what my friends call the "fuck me" jeans, which, ironically, are very tight and thus difficult to get on and even more difficult to get off, and even MORE difficult to get off when my pussy is dripping wet and he's already naked and jamming his manhood in my face. But I'm getting ahead of myself. His hand was kind of clumsily fighting with the fabric, but the mere skin-to-skin contact alone was doing it for me.
Then, of course, a group of people get on at Carroll St. We disengage, giving each other the Horny Glare until our stop. I was at critical mass. His apartment came to us not a moment too soon. He pinned me against the wall, kissing me deeply, and I immediately started flailing his clothes to the ground. He picked me up (this was something completely new- he started working out in grad school, and clothed you couldn't really tell, but he has evolved into something quite powerful.) and carried me into his bedroom. He tears off his jeans and boxers in a single motion, and I fight with mine to get them off. So, being the slightly un-helpful male that he is, he sticks his gorgeous cock in my face, and far be it for me to refuse him. I finally get my jeans off and begin really going to town on him. I definetly wanted to make his erection last for a good long time, so I took my good sweet time, interspersing the occasional deep throat with a slow rhythm of bobbing and the occaisonal excursion down the shaft to lick his balls. After a good amount of this, he swung me around and we 69'd for a bit. The 69 position with girls is one of my favorites, but with guys it breaks my concentration somewhat, although I'm hardly complaining. I broke our mutual pleasure, put a condom on him (ribbed, yippee!), mounted, and rode. And rode I did, practically orgasming the instant he slid inside me. We switched after a while to reverse cowgirl. The penetration was getting intense now, and I felt my next orgasm building. After my thrashing subsided, he picked me up and switched to doggy. I knew that it wouldn't be long, whenever I'm in doggy I know the guy is in "...shit!...must...orgasm...or...die..." mode. He starts slam fucking me good and hard, and I cum a couple of more times until I feel his cock grow in the pre-orgasmic throes. He then pulls out and explodes thick ropes all over my back. He collapsed next to me and we enjoyed our afterglow, panting in unison.
I was pretty satisfied, but I didn't want to go to bed just yet, so figuring he was down for the count, I start quietly pinching my nipples and rubbing my clit. I guess a small moan must have escaped me, because one of his eyes shot open, surveyed my activities, and he was suddenly motivated again, although his penis couldn't be convinced. He moves down between my legs and starts licking my pussy all over. I glance at the clock - 2:12AM.
His licks become more and more focused on my clit, and starts teasing with a finger around my labia, working my wetness around, and then slowly inserts his index finger inside me. He starts massaging and massaging, all around, until he finds my G-spot. He adds a second finger and begins working in earnest. A third finger slips in, the pace picks up, and I can feel where we're heading. He builds the pressure on my G-spot, but then, he slows down with his fingers. Ooooh, he's good! He then builds the pressure, and slows down again, and then builds, and then slows down again. Then, one final slowdown, and he maintains the pressure, but then starts to subtly vibrate his entire hand.
I feel like I'm about to die. (In the good way.)
So he builds back up with the speed, and I start moaning and gasping for breath, thinking, "for SURE I'm going to cum!" but NO!!!! He slows down and builds the pressure again, only this time even greater, and begins vibrating harder and even sooner. I am now mewling and panting like a wildcat, making constant involuntary noise- it's as if my entire brain is off and I'm reduced to the most primordial insticts in the back of my brain stem. I'm riding just on the edge of head-bending orgasm, and he just won't give it to me! AAH!
Finally he builds up speed again. And this time he builds it fast. And faster and faster and faster and faster... I now feel my orgasm is coming! YES! I grasp the sheets, I grasp his body, I grasp my nipples, I am flailing uncontrollably and finally his three masterful fingers reach their peak of motion on my G-spot. He bites down on my left nipple - HARD - and I explode.
All over the place.
And by all over the place, I mean everywhere. I think this was one of the most powerful orgasms ever. He comes down next to me, and smiles, while I'm unable to speak, think, or move, still moaning and panting. He must have felt like he scaled Mt. Everest.
He ran off to shower quickly, and I slowly drifted off to sleep, but not before I noticed the time- nearly THREE O'CLOCK IN THE BLOODY MORNING. He had been working me for 45 minutes! It felt like an eternity and an instant simultaneously. Amazing. Positively amazing.
And the sweetie even had the heart to sleep in the wet spot.
Fast-forward to this morning.
My nipple hurts. A lot. Like, wearing a bra is painful, but much less painful than having them brush up against my shirt constantly. It's not like I've never been bitten hard- for chrissakes, I've been bitten hard enough to break the skin, and, at one time they were pierced, so I'm familiar with that kind of pain- but this is pretty abnormal. Sigh, the price of pleasure.
I'm spending the weekend with a boytoy (Jay) from school who recently moved up here from grad school, and my oh my does he have skills. Serious skills, and not just at playing the piano. Read on...
Last night after I finished up at the office I grabbed a Metro-North down to the city. We met up on the Lower East Side, had some killer Korean food and saw his friend's band play at Arlene's Grocery. We hung out afterwards for some drinks and conversation, and I stayed pretty quiet- I didn't know any of them aside from Jay. Being around a group of very good-looking sweaty musicians riding the post-show testosterone high always is fun, and last night it was getting me pretty horny. Well, it always gets me horny, but last night in particular.
We all said our goodbyes, and Jay and I grabbed the F Train to Park Slope. We were towards the front, and car was empty. Well, there was a homeless guy sleeping at the other end, but that didn't stop me. I was hoping to keep all of my bottled up horny for when we got back to his apartment, but it was starting to bubble out. As soon as the doors closed, I was glaring at him with the "I WANT TO FUCK" look. He got the message, and we started making out like teenagers. I was massaging his cock through his jeans, and he was managing to get me even hotter by trying to get his hand in my pants. I knew we were going to be going out, so I wore what my friends call the "fuck me" jeans, which, ironically, are very tight and thus difficult to get on and even more difficult to get off, and even MORE difficult to get off when my pussy is dripping wet and he's already naked and jamming his manhood in my face. But I'm getting ahead of myself. His hand was kind of clumsily fighting with the fabric, but the mere skin-to-skin contact alone was doing it for me.
Then, of course, a group of people get on at Carroll St. We disengage, giving each other the Horny Glare until our stop. I was at critical mass. His apartment came to us not a moment too soon. He pinned me against the wall, kissing me deeply, and I immediately started flailing his clothes to the ground. He picked me up (this was something completely new- he started working out in grad school, and clothed you couldn't really tell, but he has evolved into something quite powerful.) and carried me into his bedroom. He tears off his jeans and boxers in a single motion, and I fight with mine to get them off. So, being the slightly un-helpful male that he is, he sticks his gorgeous cock in my face, and far be it for me to refuse him. I finally get my jeans off and begin really going to town on him. I definetly wanted to make his erection last for a good long time, so I took my good sweet time, interspersing the occasional deep throat with a slow rhythm of bobbing and the occaisonal excursion down the shaft to lick his balls. After a good amount of this, he swung me around and we 69'd for a bit. The 69 position with girls is one of my favorites, but with guys it breaks my concentration somewhat, although I'm hardly complaining. I broke our mutual pleasure, put a condom on him (ribbed, yippee!), mounted, and rode. And rode I did, practically orgasming the instant he slid inside me. We switched after a while to reverse cowgirl. The penetration was getting intense now, and I felt my next orgasm building. After my thrashing subsided, he picked me up and switched to doggy. I knew that it wouldn't be long, whenever I'm in doggy I know the guy is in "...shit!...must...orgasm...or...die..." mode. He starts slam fucking me good and hard, and I cum a couple of more times until I feel his cock grow in the pre-orgasmic throes. He then pulls out and explodes thick ropes all over my back. He collapsed next to me and we enjoyed our afterglow, panting in unison.
I was pretty satisfied, but I didn't want to go to bed just yet, so figuring he was down for the count, I start quietly pinching my nipples and rubbing my clit. I guess a small moan must have escaped me, because one of his eyes shot open, surveyed my activities, and he was suddenly motivated again, although his penis couldn't be convinced. He moves down between my legs and starts licking my pussy all over. I glance at the clock - 2:12AM.
His licks become more and more focused on my clit, and starts teasing with a finger around my labia, working my wetness around, and then slowly inserts his index finger inside me. He starts massaging and massaging, all around, until he finds my G-spot. He adds a second finger and begins working in earnest. A third finger slips in, the pace picks up, and I can feel where we're heading. He builds the pressure on my G-spot, but then, he slows down with his fingers. Ooooh, he's good! He then builds the pressure, and slows down again, and then builds, and then slows down again. Then, one final slowdown, and he maintains the pressure, but then starts to subtly vibrate his entire hand.
I feel like I'm about to die. (In the good way.)
So he builds back up with the speed, and I start moaning and gasping for breath, thinking, "for SURE I'm going to cum!" but NO!!!! He slows down and builds the pressure again, only this time even greater, and begins vibrating harder and even sooner. I am now mewling and panting like a wildcat, making constant involuntary noise- it's as if my entire brain is off and I'm reduced to the most primordial insticts in the back of my brain stem. I'm riding just on the edge of head-bending orgasm, and he just won't give it to me! AAH!
Finally he builds up speed again. And this time he builds it fast. And faster and faster and faster and faster... I now feel my orgasm is coming! YES! I grasp the sheets, I grasp his body, I grasp my nipples, I am flailing uncontrollably and finally his three masterful fingers reach their peak of motion on my G-spot. He bites down on my left nipple - HARD - and I explode.
All over the place.
And by all over the place, I mean everywhere. I think this was one of the most powerful orgasms ever. He comes down next to me, and smiles, while I'm unable to speak, think, or move, still moaning and panting. He must have felt like he scaled Mt. Everest.
He ran off to shower quickly, and I slowly drifted off to sleep, but not before I noticed the time- nearly THREE O'CLOCK IN THE BLOODY MORNING. He had been working me for 45 minutes! It felt like an eternity and an instant simultaneously. Amazing. Positively amazing.
And the sweetie even had the heart to sleep in the wet spot.
Fast-forward to this morning.
My nipple hurts. A lot. Like, wearing a bra is painful, but much less painful than having them brush up against my shirt constantly. It's not like I've never been bitten hard- for chrissakes, I've been bitten hard enough to break the skin, and, at one time they were pierced, so I'm familiar with that kind of pain- but this is pretty abnormal. Sigh, the price of pleasure.