I Hate To Love It

“Who the fuck is banging on my door at 2:34 in the damn morning? You best to have a big-ass check and some balloons or I’m gonna kick your ass,” I yell as I’m stomp down the stairs.

I peak out the peephole, “Just open the door Kelly.”

“Oh...hey, come on in,” I say yawning and opening the door.

“You ain’t so loud now, huh,” he says as he comes in.

“What are you doing here so late?”

“Shut up and open your fucking legs,” he says as he pushes me against the door, while thrusting his tongue down my throat, squeezing one tit with one hand and shoving his other hand in my pussy. I’m wet in no time and I cum in short order.

I hate he knows what buttons to push.
I hate he manipulates my body like this.

He takes his hand, shimmering with my juices, and brings up to my face. I want to lick his fingers, but he teases me.

“That’s right, baby...I know you wanna lick these fingers. I know you wanna taste yourself,” he taunts me as he sucks his fingers. The hand on my tit is still squeezing, causing me stay wet and pinned against the front door.

“Shut up, don’t talk,” as I open my mouth to say something.

He pulls me off the door by my titties, turns me around and pins me against the door again. It is cool against my hot, hard nipples. His warm breath on my neck is a stark contrast to the coolness of the door my cheek is feeling.

I hear the wrapper tear and I get wetter at the thought of him entering me.

“Don’t say a word. This is my pussy and I’ll fuck it whenever I want,” he whispers in my ear.

I gladly open my legs, he slides right in and I cum immediately.

I hate he knows what buttons to push.
I hate he manipulates my body like this.

He begins to slowly back up and I move with him so we stay connected. He leads me to the sofa and bends me over the back of it. He is pumping strong and steady and I’m loving it.

I say, “talk to me.”

“What do you want me to say? Do you want me to tell you how much I love fucking this pussy? Do you want me to tell you how much I think about this pussy? Yeah, I love fucking it. I think about it in the morning when I wake up with a hard-on and wish you were next to me so I could stick it in you. Is that what you wanna hear? You wanna know how much this big ass turned me on as soon as you opened the door. You wanna hear how your pussy tastes sweet like cantaloupe and how I could suck your titties all night. Is that what you wanna hear?”

“Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssss,” I say as I cum again. This time he has to hold me because my knees start to give out.

“Well, I ain’t saying shit,” he smirks as he smacks my ass. His smacks turn into a spanking as his strokes remain constant; he’s grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back. He’s literally riding me and I’m lovin’ it.

The mix of pleasure and pain is almost too much. My body begins to convulse and his thrusts get stronger and deeper. I yell and go into a full-on orgasm of massive proportions. His 6’1” frame absorbs it and never misses a beat.

I hate he knows what buttons to push.
I hate he manipulates my body like this.

“I...can’t...take...anymore,” I pant.

“Shut up, yes you can. I know you have at least one more in you and you’re gonna give it to me.”

He exits me and leads me to the front of the sofa. He grabs a pillow, throws it on the floor and I sit on it. He pulls me up to my knees by my hair and bends me over the cushion.

“I know you have another one for me and I’m gonna get it,” he says as he begins to enter my ass. He is forceful, though gentle. I trust him and I’m completely relaxed, making it easier for him to penetrate.

As I’m moaning, he’s constantly rubbing my shoulders and fucking my ass with a milder rhythm than he did my pussy. And he’s right, there is another orgasm inside of me, in spite of my need for rest; in spite of my desire for sleep, there is another one, and it’s a biggin’.

He likes to cum quietly, so I decide to be quiet too. The intensity of us climaxing together was overwhelming. After he pulled out, I slumped right there on the floor. I couldn’t get back upstairs if someone paid me. As I lay still, trying to get my breath and some semblance of composure, I heard him washing up in the bathroom. I hadn’t budged when he came back to the living room.

He kissed me on the forehead, “I’ll call you tomorrow, get some rest.”

“Buh-bye.”

I love he knows what buttons to push.
I love he manipulates my body like this.

Heeeee's Baaaaack

FUCKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!! Why the hell is he jumping in my fantasy?

Bunny and I were doing just fine; I have new batteries, a new bottle of KY and this mofo pops up...again...DAYUM!!!! When he showed up last week, I shook it off. When he showed up on Monday, it made me pause. And now tonight, for the 3rd time in a row, he has invaded my orgasms...what is going on?

It has been almost two years to the day since I finally broke it off with him...for good...no going back...no communication...no phone sex...no hotels...nothing. Why is he in my head?

We were crazy about each other. We had passion, love and friendship. We talked about spending our lives together. We could just never get our timing right. When he was available, I was seeing someone or when I was involved, he was available. We were never available for each other at the same time.

At first I was beginning my career and he was still in school. Then he wanted me to move with him and I decided to stay and focus on my career. Once I had become a bit more settled, he was seeing someone. When he again asked me to go away with him, I was seeing someone. This patten kept going for years until he sealed the deal with another woman.

Throughout our years together, we took amicable breaks, had painful break-ups and always found our ways back to each other...even during his marriage. He was in pharmaceutical sales, so we would meet around the country. The passion never waned; the friendship didn't falter and my love stayed true.

Even when we weren't together, we were together. We had phone sex at least twice a week and long conversations, discussions and arguments about everything under the sun. We often joked that we would make a truly horrible couple because we would've killed each other with our opinions and sarcasm.

Finally in September 2008, I said good-bye and let him go forever. I promised myself I wouldn't call, text or email him, and I didn't. He called a few times, on my birthday and around the holidays, eventually he stopped when he realized I wouldn't respond.

Letting him go was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. If there is such a thing as soul mates, then he was mine.

Why is he all of a sudden making appearances when I masturbate? It's not like I don't have others to "get me there." I even called out his name this last time, which was not good...though it was the best orgasm I've had in a LONG time.

I can't have him in my head, my pussy or on my lips. I'm not that strong...FUCKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!

I remember when we first met, he thought I was a snob and I thought he was a thug...at least I was wrong LOL.

SWEET INTERLUDE

One of our favorite erotic bloggers David of tremblingfluidheat had this lovely piece posted. I thought I lift it and repost it here!

ENJOY!

Sweet Interlude
Sunday, July 26, 2009 By david
tremblingfluidheat
(not written by me, but by the fabulous miss P.)

I keep having these pictures in my head about going down on my hands and knees in front of you

Unzipping you

Drawing you out

Touching and exploring you

Feeling you get hard

Tracing the contours of your body

The velvet softness of your skin

The veins on your cock

Massaging you with my hands

My mouth

Hearing you groan

Have me look up at you, with your cock in my mouth

Brushing my hair against you

Tasting your saltiness

And musk

Wanting to prolong your pleasure, feeling you twitch and spasm,

Not letting you come, just teasing and tempting you, making you squirm

Keeping you in a state of agonized need,

Only this moment, this feeling, the electricity and the hard, demanding need, the electricity

shooting through your veins …

Want to pin you down and straddle you. Stroke yourself.

Knead and massage your testes

Run your fingers up and down the side

Make an o with your fingers

And thread your cock through it

Forget everything

Just that sensation

You sliding into me

The pleasure

Wet and inviting and wanting you

Want to touch and feel your hardness, your desire

Knowing it’s for me

That you want me

That I excite you

That I turn you on

Want to draw out the moment

Make you squirm

And beg for me

To let you inside me

Drive you wild

With my tongue and hands

And touch

Until you want to burst

And then let you slide into me

And fuck me hard

Thrusting hard

Muscles straining

Completely lost in the feel of me

Deep

Only you

Hips grinding

Your mouth on mine

Teasing me

Your hands on my breasts

Rising over me

Trying to get inside my skin

Under my skin

Losing yourself in me

Want to feel you come

Inside me

Feel you tense

Know the moment is close

How you’re trying to hold back

Resisting it

Fighting the waves

Of pleasure

Until you can’t anymore and

Are washed away in waves of rippling ecstasy

Electricity

Sheer pleasure

Tearing through you

Leaving you spent and sticky and sated

Copyright © 2009 tremblingfluidheat. All Rights Reserved.

Yes or No: the ADULT version

An adult list...tell the truth folks.
1. You can ONLY answer Yes or No.
2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone comments and asks. It will be hard to answer honestly and not explain, which is part of the fun, no?

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Are you a virgin?
Do you give oral sex?
Have you tasted your own juices/cum?
Have you ever kissed someone of your gender?
Have you have ever fucked someone of your gender?
Are you into bondage?
If yes, are you the submissive?
Have you seen your partner’s dick or pussy and changed your mind about fucking them?
Have you fucked in water?
Are you a member of the Mile High Club?
Has a kiss ever been wrong about a partner’s fucking ability?
Are you a loud lover?
Do you enjoy getting spanked? Would you do anything kinky with an animal?
Have you ever fucked during your or your partner’s period?
Have you ever called out someone else’s name during sex?
Are you into anal sex?
Have you ever given or received a golden shower?
Has a partner been better than you expected?
Is there a videotape of you having sex?
Have you ever faked an orgasm?
Do you swallow?
Have you ever told someone they sex was great when it wasn’t?
Have you ever regretted fucking someone?
Have you fucked in every room of your home?
Have you rimmed someone?
Do you suck toes?
Has anyone ever accidentally caught you fucking?
Have you been part of a threesome?
Have you fucked someone whose name you did not know?
Have you ever been paid for sex?
Have you worn handcuffs during sex?
Has anyone ever licked you from top to bottom?
Do you enjoy being choked while fucking?
Have you masturbated in front of your partner?
Has anyone ever eaten food off of your body?
Are you a selfish lover?
Have you fucked someone while you were wearing a blindfold?
Has your wildest sexual fantasy been fulfilled?
Has a partner’s sexual fantasy ever scared you?
Are there just some things you will not do sexually, no matter what?
Do you enjoy having your nipples pinched?
Do you own a fucking machine?
Are you a swinger?
Do you have more sexual experience than your current partner?
Do you wish your current partner was better?
Do you go to strip clubs?
Do you purchase/own/rent porn?
Does size really matter to you?
Do you think the television show “Wife Swap” should be called something else because real swapping is not occurring?

You know how I roll...

I hate that I love you.
I'm pissed at myself for getting emotionally attached to you.
Most of all, I despise the fact that I will continue to feel violated when I'm with him.

You know how I roll...

he'll never know how each stroke is like a dagger into my pussy
he'll never know how I want to push him off of me & run into the shower, wishing I could wash inside myself
he'll never know that the last man to be inside of me is still inside of me, as well as in my heart, in my mind and in my soul
he'll never know his touch makes me want to recoil because they aren't your hands
he'll never know that when I close my eyes, I pretend it is you kissing me, your tongue probing my mouth
he'll never know that my orgasms come from memories of you
he'll never know how I long to share my bed, my home, my life with you
he'll never know how hard I have to concentrate to keep from yelling out your name
he'll never know the tears I cry at night as he fucks me
he'll never know anymore than I want him to know

...cuz that's how I roll.

Daydreams of You

As I step into the shower, you are there waiting for me, with a soapy loofah in your hand...you wash me from head to toe.

As I step out of the shower, you are there holding a towel and you wrap it around me, holding me tight. The more you dry me off, the wetter I get.

As I put on my make-up, you are sitting on the bed watching me, every application, every stroke of the brush. You come behind me and comb my hair. I moan to the pleasure of a small orgasm.

As I show you how I look for work, you unbutton, unzip and unhook various clothing articles. You suck my titties, finger fuck my pussy and I climax on your hand.

As I make my lunch, you bend me over the sink, pull up my skirt, move my panties to the side and fuck me from behind. I scream in ecstasy as we come together.

Hmmm, in my daydreams, I don't actually ever make it to work. LOL

The Meet-up (part 5)

"Huh?????"
I sit straight up...oh shit, oh shit, oh shit...what the fuck is he talking about.

I turn back around to him, "what are you talking about?" I look in his eyes for a clue, a sign, something, anything. Calm the hell down; you have no idea what he's talking about; don't get your hopes up.

"I can stay the whole weekend. I don't have to leave until Monday; we can spend the entire weekend together. This will be so good, baby." He has the biggest smile on his face. He pulls me down next to him, kisses me on my forehead and holds me close.

I wanna die. I thought this would be different; I thought he would be different; and worst of all, I thought I was different.

He falls asleep almost instantly. I gently slip away, put on my robe and go out on the balcony. I close the door behind me. As I look out, I see the moon's reflection on the water; I hear the waves landing on the shore and I smell the sweetness of the warm night. It begins with a tear, then crying and then full-on sobbing.

I feel like shit.
I swore I wouldn't do this anymore.
I promised myself to make better decisions from now on.
I walked into this with eyes wide open and I did it anyway.
What does this say about me?
What does this say about him?
Why would I want to be with him, he'll only do the same thing to me?
I should leave in the morning. I messed up, but I don't have to keep messing up.

All of a sudden I feel his arms wrap around my waist; he's comforting me. I turn around in his arms and look up at him. His eyes are red, full of water...he's crying too. We hold each other so close and so long that our hearts adjust to a single beating rhythm.

He whispers, "Shannon, my beautiful."

I can only imagine what I look like, I don't cry pretty at all. I'm an idiot; I've made such a mess of things. I pull away, walk into the room and sit on the bed.

He sits beside me, "I care about you so much...I can't stop thinking about you...I know what you want to hear, what you want me to say...I know..." I put my hand over his mouth.

"Stop, its not what I want you to do or say. It's what you want for yourself, for us."

He kneels in front of me, what in the world is he doing? He opens my legs and pulls me to the edge. I shouldn't let him, but I want him and I'll take him anyway I can get him. He unties my robe, puts his arms around my waist and puts his face into my pussy.

I lay back and revel in the experience. His tongue is flicking my clit and I'm immediately wet. He puts his mouth over me and begins tongue fucking me. I'm arching my back, moaning and squirming, so much that he has to hold my legs to keep me from falling off the bed. Its fuckin' magnificent; he is alternately sucking my juices and tongue fucking me. My body goes is limp. He lifts his head and begins fucking me with two fingers. I'm lost, I don't know if I'm coming or going; I lose track of time and space; it is just he and I.

After another two orgasms, he gets up and pulls me on his dick. He is looking at me and thrusting in and out with with the passion of our first time and the energy of our second time. I'm breathing hard...my eyes roll back in my head, my body convulses and I see stars.

He gently pushes me up on the bed; I'm spent...I can't speak, I can't think, I can't move. The last thing I remember is him pulling the covers on me and kissing my cheek.

When I woke up, he was gone.

What happens between he and Shannon is up to you...is he gone forever, does he leave his wife for Shannon, do they continue a tawdry affair, do they struggle to maintain an awkward friendship? Let me know how the story goes.

The Meet-up (part 4)

Don't you dare cry, keep it together....

What have I done...again?
I said I wasn't going to do this anymore.
I wasn't going to settle for anyone else's man.
How could I do this to her? How could I do this me?

I get up and go to the bathroom and turn the faucet on...again.
I slump over the sink; there's nothing I can say.
I can't even look in the mirror.
I glance up as I wash my hands and see me mouthing the words, "dumb-ass bitch."

I open the door and he's sitting on the bed's edge looking out at the ocean. I sit beside him, he puts an arm around me and I put my head on his shoulder. He reaches around and grabs the sheets to cover us as the breezes blow into the room.

Neither of us says anything, there is nothing to say. We promised each other we wouldn't do this, we would be friends, meeting for drinks & dinner...we were weak. All of a sudden I jumped and let out a small yelp as the fireworks began over the water...we giggled. We sat there through the entire display, not saying anything. I turned my mind off. I didn't wanna think; I only wanted to be there, in the moment with him.

When the show ends, he lifts my chin and begins kissing me so sweetly, so gently. I begin to pull away and he pulls me closer. I want to stop, really...I can't. We slowly lay down and continue to kiss. He is caressing me, touching me everywhere he can reach, my back, my hair, my neck, my ass, my hips, my legs. I'm running my fingers through his dreads and over his shoulders.

We separate to get more comfortable and I take the opportunity to put him on his back. I scoot down to his dick and begin sucking it as if my life depends on it. I begin by going up & down the shaft, taking it deep into my throat before he becomes fully erect. As he grows, I begin swirling my tongue around his head. This gets a good reaction, so I keep it up. He is moaning, digging his heels into the sheets, beating the bed with his fists and moving his head side-to-side. He is in ecstasy.

After several minutes, he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me up to him. He begins kissing me hard...if we had passion in the beginning, we are in full-on lust. He rolls over, gets on his knees, pulls my legs on his shoulders and begins fucking me, his dick in my pussy and his middle finger in my ass. It is nasty and it is excellent. His dick fills me as it hadn't our first time and his finger explores my anus in a frenetic and exciting way.

There is nothing quiet this time.
Him: So, you like it like this
Me: Yeah baby, hmmmm that's exactly how I like it
Him: Tell me how much you like this dick
Me: Yeah baby, this is how I like being fucked. This is how I want you to fuck me, hard, strong, dirty. Don't stop, it feels so good, you feel so good to me
I'm resolute, I won't orgasm...we'll do it together, even if it kills me.
Me: Ohhh, fuck me baby, yes, yes...you feel so good to me...no matter what I do or say, do not stop
Him: Neva baby, neva baby

He is fucking for a gold medal...I can't believe his energy, sweat is pouring off him...I'm amazed and happy as hell. I'm gettin' close, not...sure...how much...longer I...can hold onnnnnnnnnnnnn

What the fuck!!!! He yanks his dick out, damn near ripping me in half...oh, he's cumming...all over my stomach. Its like a switch flipped, he gently lays my legs down, then he goes to the bathroom and returns with a warm washcloth that he uses to wipe the spunk off me.

As I'm laying there waiting for him to return, my own switch flips. I cover myself with some sheet and try not to think, but my mind is racing...what, how, when, are you, will I, where, etc. This is not good for the hometeam Shannon.
You know "they" always find out.
Shit, what have I done...I had some darn good sex is what I did.
Don't be a smart- ass bitch, it isn't becoming.
What am I supposed to do? The deed is done now; its not like I can take it back. You know I don't believe in regrets.
Don't worry, I'll get you outta this mess, just like I have all the other times.
Fuck you! I don't want outta this...I wanna be with him...I wanna love him forever.
Are you crazy, have you lost your ever-loving mind. He ain't gonna leave his wife...his life in Denver. Shannon, get a fuckin' grip.
I don't wanna...I can't go through this again.
This is your fault, I told you not to meet strangers online. I told you to be patient, but noooo, you had to do things on your own.

I'm so engrossed in my own head that I don't notice him gettin' in bed until he's next to me under the covers. I look at him and roll my eyes...he smiles back.

Shit, I'll do it, obviously you're incapable of being the adult.
"So, when do you have to leave?"

"I don't, that's what I wanted to talk to you about yesterday."

"Huh?????"

The Meet-up (part 3)

Its on now...

He turns me around and we kiss passionately, deeply...I run my hands through his dreads and his strong hands caress my back, undoing my bra and massaging me 'til I'm too relaxed to stand anymore. OMG, this is better than anything I could've imagined...he is so fucking sexy...this is going to be one to remember.

He leads us back into the room, without lips parting, bodies separating or anyone stumbling; we're floating. I gently bump against the bed and he stops kissing me. He pulls my blouse, camisole & bra over my head and begins kissing and sucking my breasts, going back & forth between them, as I work my jeans, panties and shoes off. Shit! His hand is massaging my pussy again. I begin to pull at his shirt; he stops touching me just long enough for me to pull the shirt over his head . Oh hell no! I will not have another one before he gets inside of me...I can't let him know he's hitting the right spots, in the right way. Shit Shannon, you're losing all cool points...oh damn...

All of a sudden, he stops EVERYTHING and looks me in the eye, "I didn't bring any condoms."

"Are you fucking kidding me, then you gotta go downstairs & get some," I blurt out, rolling my eyes. Then he cracks a sly smile and he sits me on the bed.

What the hell...oh shit, Shannon get up. I know you have not just laid down and spread your legs open for some unknown dick.
What the hell is the matter with you!?! Get up!!!!
Shhhh, I trust him, he'll do the right thing.
Dumb-ass bitch, famous last words.

Its a dream. A wonderful, delicious dream that I don't ever wanna wake up from.

The breeze is wafting over my body and I shiver ever so slightly. He looks at me in the moonlight and smiles. I smile back as he stands over me and I can see him, he is beautiful. His chocolate skin, kind eyes, broad shoulders, muscular arms, his too cute chin dimple, his dreads...I want to consume him; I want to be consumed by him.

He's pants are off and he's on top of and inside me in a flash. I let out a quiet moan and orgasm as soon as he penetrates. He looks me in the eyes as he moves in & out, saying my name, "Shannon" and its driving me crazy...shit, another one.

Being multi-orgasmic used to be fun, not tonight, my body is betraying me. Doing its own thing, giving into the atmosphere that envelopes it and the sensations that pulse through it. Dammit, I've lost control. Oh hell, did I ever really have it? Who cares, focus Shannon...shit, this is happ'ning right here, right now and its amazing!

He is looking at me...watching me...studying me...learning me with every stroke of his dick and every contraction of my pussy. "What are you looking at?"

"You, all of you."

He leans down and begins kissing me, I'm in heaven. This is what its supposed to be like...two people who care about each other, coming together as one, sharing the most intimate parts of themselves. I don't want this to ever end.

Oh no, here I go again, I have another orgasm, my biggest so far tonight. He seems to enjoy getting me off, thank goodness. What's up? Wait...why did he stop kissing me...why did he pull out? Oh shit, where is he going?

He gets up, stands at the foot of the bed, grabs my legs and flips me over. How did he know I like to be man-handled? Did he guess? Did I tell him? Damn, this is working for a sista.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! He pulls me onto my knees and goes into my pussy from behind. Oh my fucking goodness! I let out a loud moan & call his name several times. I have got to find a way to bottle this up and take it home. He strokes strong & steady for awhile, I've gotten a modicum of control, though I'm ready to explode...again.

Though I'm usually loud, I'm not making a lot noise and we aren't saying much. This is pure, nothing artificial or contrived...just the waves, the breeze, he and I.

I can't stand it anymore.
"Don't stop! I'm almost there."
"Ok baby, I'm here for you." "Good."
"Let it go Shannon, let it go." "Oh, ummm baby."
"Do it for me, come on Shannon you can do it."
And I let out a scream as I give him my best one yet.

He slowly backs out and I collapse. He lays down behind me and we spoon; he strokes my hair, this is fantastic. I wanna stay like this forever.

Hell Shannon, you don't even like to cuddle, why are you lettin' him get all up on you?
There are some times when I like to cuddle. Now shut up and lemme enjoy this moment.
You know he'll be leaving to go home to his wife soon enough. Don't you dare cry, keep it together....

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catch and release...

Hard to put into words the way he makes Ms. Kitty purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

We were just chillin I think, surfin' the tube
when he reached for our secret drawer..looking for the lube.
"Wait...we don't need any" - I see his mind thinking.
"I want you to make me wet" I whisper (my way of hinting)
he starts
Spreading my legs and cupping my thighs,
ready for action my clit doubles in size,
with long licks and short flicks he eats me
like its his last supper
or one of those blow pop suckers.
and
I'm thinking "how did I score this one" and
"where did he come from"??
He's the Champ, and the G.O.A.T
still hitting pussy homeruns.
with me and
My legs are pressed against his ears
I'm clinching my fists, close to tears
his face has completely disappeared
into me
and all over me,
and with me
and thru me
and
I feel my juices tricklin' down
my ass,
Its so slippery,
and
I'm moving so fast.
beggin him to just fuck me
put me out of my misery,
clearly I can't take it
I'm lost at sea
he's not giving in...
"let me finish" geegee.
okay so
I lose my breath as I feel it building up
and this time I can't stop,
it slowly erupts
I know it will be a strong
still shocked at how intense
So shocked I start
laughing
and crying,
does that even make sense??

Bad Sex

I had bad sex this morning, and I don't mean the kind where bad equates to good, I mean bad as in sucks-ass.

As some of you know, its been a minute (or 2 or 3) since I've had any. Even my birthday sex (Nov. 8th) left a lot to be desired because the asshole forgot to bring condoms (responsibility is for another post). Since then, its been me and my vibrators gettin' busy, which is fine as it gets the job done.

Last week I received a text message from an ex saying he wanted some pussy and I said sure. Our schedules finally synced and he came over this morning. Let me say here, our sex life was never lacking for creativity, spontaneity, passion, etc., he's an ex because he has FIVE children and FOUR babies mamas (that drama is for another post as well).

Back to this morning, he arrives and I'm ready. Teeth brushed, hair combed, everything is clean and I'm sooooo horny I can barely stand it. We get upstairs and get under the covers. He begins with the frickin' small talk, his son this, his daughter that, his job, and more yada, yada, yada. Eventually I begin kissing him so we can get started. The foreplay is going along, suck here, nibble there, caress/squeeze everywhere and I'm wet and ready for kick-off, enough of the pre-game show.

He puts on the condom, gets on top & in me, takes 10 strokes, LITERALLY, 10 strokes then he cums. I was just getting my rhythm and he's fucking done. Quickies aren't usually a problem for me, I can get my mind where it needs to be and orgasm pretty fast; however, this goes in the damn Guinness Book of quickies. I was so pissed-off I could barely see straight. I went up one side of his lame ass and down the other, calling him everything I could think of and even making up some new stuff. His response, "Sorry, it's been a while AND you were so wet, I couldn't help it."

What the fuck!?!

So, this is for the gentlemen, have you ever been so excited, aroused, turned-on, horny, whateva, that you couldn't wait 10 damn minutes for your partner to get close to gettin' hers as well? I don't mean stroking for hour, but can't you give us a few minutes to at least get comfortable? Shit, why can't y'all control yourselves?

Epilogue: We won't be seeing each other any more.