An orgasm is a beautiful thing.
The Bloke is back in town, albeit breifly, but long enough for me to high dee ho to his gaff for a romp. Sadly, my period made an appearance the very same day - mighty considerate of it, to be sure. While neither of us are exactly prudish about sloppy sex, I'm usually just not feeling my normally hornilicious self on Day One of the bleeds. But, as we know, where there is a problem, we can probably find a solution.
I got to his place and we had some dinner (I rock in the kitchen and the bedroom... doesn't that make me the perfect woman?) and a bottle of wine he'd gotten from his weekend jaunt in wine country. The night was stellar - the sun set the sky ablaze as it sunk over the horizon and we ran over to the shoreline to watch it. It sank more and more quickly and The Bloke had a burst of inspiration: marijuana. We raced back to the house, smoked a bowl, and marvelled at the remainders of the pink-orange sunset.
The Bloke and I normally smoke a bit together, so this is nothing new. What was new for me was the massive boost to my libido. I normally get a bit more rambunctuous, but since that's a constant state for me, it's kinda hard to gauge. But yesterday? Ay, papi, me so horny! I was pawing The Bloke by the water and he was returning the favor, squeezing my nipples and pressing his hard cock into me until I couldn't take it anymore. We raced back (once again) to the house, only to drop his drawers as soon as we got in. I dropped to my knees and wrapped my mouth around him (which is no small feat, I assure you). We grappled our way up to his bedroom, where he pulled out some ropes and old towels: towels to prevent a crimson tatoo on his sheets, and ropes to hold me in place. -Swoon- We had yet another insane romp; he fucked my mouth, my cunt, my ass until I screamed. I pity his neighbors.
But this morning, I was no longer stoned (obviously) and quite crampy. No mind: The Bloke leaned back and stroked his gorgeous erection himself. I was
tempted to provide oral assistance, but I rather enjoyed watching him jerk off as I snuggled up against him. I loved watching his face, listening to his breathing change, and hearing him shout out when he came.
I'm meant to see him again tomorrow night, and let's pray this flow is waning a bit because after this, it'll be damn near two weeks before we can romp. Thankfully he's provided me with an arsenal of toys with which I can amuse myself, and about which I can post my reviews.
The Bloke is back in town, albeit breifly, but long enough for me to high dee ho to his gaff for a romp. Sadly, my period made an appearance the very same day - mighty considerate of it, to be sure. While neither of us are exactly prudish about sloppy sex, I'm usually just not feeling my normally hornilicious self on Day One of the bleeds. But, as we know, where there is a problem, we can probably find a solution.
I got to his place and we had some dinner (I rock in the kitchen and the bedroom... doesn't that make me the perfect woman?) and a bottle of wine he'd gotten from his weekend jaunt in wine country. The night was stellar - the sun set the sky ablaze as it sunk over the horizon and we ran over to the shoreline to watch it. It sank more and more quickly and The Bloke had a burst of inspiration: marijuana. We raced back to the house, smoked a bowl, and marvelled at the remainders of the pink-orange sunset.
The Bloke and I normally smoke a bit together, so this is nothing new. What was new for me was the massive boost to my libido. I normally get a bit more rambunctuous, but since that's a constant state for me, it's kinda hard to gauge. But yesterday? Ay, papi, me so horny! I was pawing The Bloke by the water and he was returning the favor, squeezing my nipples and pressing his hard cock into me until I couldn't take it anymore. We raced back (once again) to the house, only to drop his drawers as soon as we got in. I dropped to my knees and wrapped my mouth around him (which is no small feat, I assure you). We grappled our way up to his bedroom, where he pulled out some ropes and old towels: towels to prevent a crimson tatoo on his sheets, and ropes to hold me in place. -Swoon- We had yet another insane romp; he fucked my mouth, my cunt, my ass until I screamed. I pity his neighbors.
But this morning, I was no longer stoned (obviously) and quite crampy. No mind: The Bloke leaned back and stroked his gorgeous erection himself. I was
tempted to provide oral assistance, but I rather enjoyed watching him jerk off as I snuggled up against him. I loved watching his face, listening to his breathing change, and hearing him shout out when he came.I'm meant to see him again tomorrow night, and let's pray this flow is waning a bit because after this, it'll be damn near two weeks before we can romp. Thankfully he's provided me with an arsenal of toys with which I can amuse myself, and about which I can post my reviews.
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