Dry Spell and the return of Bella October 6, 2009
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Good gosh, it has been a long time since my last post. Fricken two months already…
Not that I have a super good excuse, I guess I could always do some fantasy stuff in my head or talk about a few other things, but mainly it’s been a cross between being in a dry spell and not feeling overly creative. I wouldn’t call it writers block per-se, but my free time has been foucsed into other areas as of late and I just haven’t been in the mood to sit down and craft a new entry. It’s not that I haven’t been horny or anything, but I guess I’ve been running in circles where it may be a bit ‘dangerous’ for me to be outwardly amorous.
The dry spell is a tad self-imposed, but largely due to April. She recently had some surgery (nothing to worry about at all…she’s completely healthy and will make a full recovery) which has put her on the sidelines for a few weeks. Just prior to her surgery it was ‘that time’ and “we” don’t do that. I know some women in my past who seem even more turned on during their cycle and clearly would have liked for me to earn my red wings, but I’m not really fond of that….and neither is April for that matter. When it’s her time, she usually suffers from very bad cramps..and to be honest….she’s not the nicest person to be around during that time either. Sorry women, us men can handle a little bitchiness here and there, but severe bitchiness is a sure fire way to keep me anyhwere else but near you. I don’t care if you offer me one mean BJ…it ain’t worth it….well, maybe it is…I’ll have to rethink that.
Needless to say, April has been bed-ridden the last 2 weeks and only thsi week returned to work but still on medication and doctor told her no physical activity for a few more weeks. With that in mind I’ve been pretty much kept thinsg to myself…or myself and my PC. Becky really isn’t in the picture anylonger….she has no idea up from down or whether she’s coming or going and I just don’t have the mental energy to even attempt to figure it out or be there for her. She can go act immature and needy and demanding elsewhere. She’d be a great character study for a daytime soap or 90210, but not me.
I’ve been hitting the gym a bit more again and happy to say some of my strength is returning and some definition once again, and I’ve been truning a few heads, but like I stated earlier…I always seem to be with the wrong company at the time. Freinds of April who of course would report back to her my daliances and flirtations, or kids of friends aroudn where that behavior shoudl not be displayed in front of them, or logistics…they are too far, too complicated, or may have a husband/boyfriend.
So you may be thinking “Whoa Nate, what about April?”….Well, until she can decide she want’s to commit, or get her own shit together, then I can’t wait for her forever. She came out of a horrible relationship that was very contentious and she’s never forgiven her ex and carries a lot of emotional baggage and trust issues to ever want to be ’serious’ right now…Some days it sucks, but other days, I guess I’m ‘okay’ with it…not overly please, but I do like her. I hate to use the word ‘complicated’ because that sounds so chicken-shit (and I agree), but I really can’t think of another way to describe it.
Lastly, I got a surprise e-mail last night. I actually overlooked it at first. I discovered it in my inbox, but it was dated almost 2 weeks ago. The name surprised me at first and I must have blinked hard once or twice…I got an email from Bella. I don’t know how she tracked me down, but then again, I tracked her down last year, but I always thought I was smarter than her and there is no way…but somehow she did.
If you’ve read my previous posts on Bella you’ll know that I know she currently married and has a child. You’ll also know that I consider her one of my true ‘loves’ that got away. I don’t know if we ever would have really made it. 20 years ago we were exact opposites, only drawn togther by physical looks and amazing sex. It was incredible and I often walk down memory lane in my head about our numerous and intense encounters during our tumultous on and off relationship.
Her note was brief and nuetral “Hey how’s it going? Long time…I’d love to catch up. – Bella”
She left me her cell phone number, but it’s probably wise that I never call. Sure I’m tempted…but nothing good can come out of it. Bella may be over me and happy with her new life, husband, and child. But for me, it’s a bit painful. 20 years I realized hasn’t healed me and I still carry a torch somewhere in the recess of my heart and mid for her. She wasn’t my first love, nor my last…but she had a huge impact on me…and dare I say I actually ‘miss’ her.
We’ve both grown and matured since then, and I imagine I’m much more calmer and slow to burn than I was in my late teens and early 20’s. It’s not fair to April (did I just say that?), not fair to her husband, most likely not fair to me..or her. What would I say…”Thank’s for contacting me, BTW, I still have feelings for you…”
Like I said, probably best I just ignore it all and pretentend it never happened.
Dark Bumping February 19, 2009
Posted by Nathan in Becky, True Stories.Tags: Becky, sex, True Stories, vibrator
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Last night was kinda primal…and messy.
I hadn’t seen Becky in quite a while. A lot of times she doesn’t seem to know how her emotions are playing out, that is up from down, if she’s ove her ex or not. It always seems like an ever changing story, and quite frankly her ruminations these days more or less falls on deaf ears.
We talk occassionally, not all that often or too much in depth. More like stealing twitter-esque like sentences every other week. I suppose it’s her way of letting me know she still out there or maybe it’s more like checking up on me and my status. I imagine at some level it’s a game to her, something she tries to justify in her own mind, but I never let on too much.
I received a text message from her earlier in the week. She was out of town on business and fishing for some attention. ‘Hook up Wed?’ Well, perhaps she was fishing and I bit.
I showed up at her apartment late and it even surprised me I was able to muster up the energy to go over on a work night so late. Figuring our time was short I didn’t want to mess around too much with casual niceties and small talk.
I enjoy taking charge once in a while like this.
Without saying much I ushered Becky down the hallway to her bedroom where I pushed her down on the corner of her bed. I didn’t even bother with the lights and I can’t beleive how dark her bedroom actually was.
As she sat upon the corner of her bed, I pulled her shirt off and tossed it somewhere randomly in the room and did the same with her bra once I unclasped it. I pushed Becky down to lay flat on her back and immediately bent over and placed a rapidly hardening left nipple in my mouth as I cupped her breast in my left hand. As I continued to tease and taste her breast, I was somehow able to manuever her pants off as well into a crumpled heap on the floor.
It was a bit comical to a point, fumbling around in pitch darkness, using only the senses of touch and sound to find our ways about each other. At one point I heard her nightstand drawer open up along with some shuffling of items only to be rewarded with the electric sound of a vibrator waving its way about in the air. At this moment I was standing to the side of her bed, quickly removing my own trousers and briefs.
Becky’s left hand reached out and grazed my right thigh, clearly trying to locate my package. After a few muddled attempts the ring of her thumb and index finger found the base of my semi erect penis whcih continued to grow as she slowly began to work it.
That was my queue to pleasure her down below with my own fingers, and somehow during this blind exchange my own left handed fingers were greated with a tactile buzz as I discovered the tip of her vibrator sliding across her naked clit. How’d she do that? I didn’t hear or feel her take off her panties, and yet somehow she did as my middle finger was greeted with her open wetness.
I slowly buried my middle finger into her as her grip on my own cock settled into a regular rythym. 10, 20, 30 seconds went by and with my sensing she could and wanted to take more, I added a second finger to her hungry folds. To say Becky was wet was an understatment. Within a few minutes of my dexterous fingering it felt as if my whole hand was damp and with the help of her electric friend, I felt her first orgasm as her pubic muscles contracted several times around my digits.
I had an idea on a position I actually saw demonstrated rather tastefully on Nip/Tuck of all places and used this brief moment of Becky’s recovery to find a bath towel in her bathroom.
In the dark, I spread the towel out upon the corner edge of her bed. Call me silly, but between how wet Becky was and what I know I can produce at climax, I thought it might be nice to save the bed from an unsightlly wet spot. Becky had no idea what I was doing, and once I was satisfied, I had her turn over.
She mistakenly assumed a position on all fours, but I wasn’t gonna have her like that. No, this was gonna be new…for both of us. With some gentle guding on my behalf, I positioned her flat on her stomach at a 45 degree angle in relationship to the edges of her bed, and pulled her body down far enough so that her wet vag was facing me at the corners edge.
Reaching for her nightstand myself, I found a small bottle of lube and applied some to my manhood and also found her electric friend and added some to it as well. It may be a bit of work on my part, but with the right stance, I was able to push myself into Becky very deep with each of her legs splayed out on either side of me. She must have been surprised as well, because after a few first thrusts I was encouraged vocally by many “Oh my’s…” and “Yes, I can feel you very deep inside me”.
I figured since I had her BOB in my right hand, a little extra play by me may make the experience even better. As I continued to fuck Becky from behind in my new favorite position, I slowly began to work the tip of vibrator into her ass. Not very far, just aabout an inch or so and turned it on. This proved to be a bit much for her as she said it tickled way to much so I abandoned the vibrator off to the side and using my free arms, bent her legs up so I held each ankle wheel-barrel style as I continued to fuck away.
Not sure if it was the lubrication I applied or Becky was just overly excited this evening, but I’m gald I placed the towel down. Five minutes into my modified doggy plowing, I felt as if my balls were soaking wet. Upon more concentration of my surroundings, the towel felt as if it were drenched all the time Becky asking me not to stop.
At the seven minute mark….and I know this because there was a LED clock in the room….I finally couldn’t take any more and signaled to Becky I was about to come. Sure enough….within seconds of my signal, I was just able to aim my hot fluid into multiple trails leading to her lower back and cheeks. It was intense and I felt as if I was gonna lose balance for a second.
We remained silent for the next few minutes, our labored breathing beginning to return back to normal and I made my way to her vanity to wash up a bit.
By the time I got dressed again Becky was wearing a terricloth robe, smiling a wicked smile as she led me to the door. We both knew it was time for me to go…we both have to work tomorrow/today and just needed to get it out of our systems.
TMI Tuesday: 1-20-09 January 20, 2009
Posted by Nathan in Bella, Karen, Michelle, Random Musings, Sharyn.Tags: Bella, cougar, Karen, masturbation, Michelle, MILF, sex, Sharyn, TMI
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1. Have you ever dated/married purely for money?
No, but sometimes I wish I had. No, in all seriousness, I’ve never been one to look at money as the bottom line on a relationship. But I’d be lying if I didn’t state I’d think it be nice to meet someone who actually was a bit well off. I’m not a pig headed man who thinks it’s a mans obligation to be the bread winner. If I dated a girl who made more than me, I’d be okay with that. Unfortunately it seems my lot in life to meet women who tend to financially struggle.
2. What is your type?
I’m not exactly sure what this question really entails, but I suppose my ‘type’ would be someone who is genuinely hearted, compassionate and empathetic to others. Someone who believes in God and likes animals and children. I like women that are slightly athletic and intelligent. I like a certain degree of spontaneity and adventure. I like a woman who know how to dress for the occassion….meaning jeans and cowboys boots at the rodeo, elegant dress for a ball, provactive clothing at a club, and sexy lingerie in the bedroom. I like girls that are clean, wear the appropriate amount of makeup and exude a level of sexy and confident playfullness without being arrougant and stuck up. A bit on the tall side, tan lines a plus. A passionate kisser and a streak of naughty in them.
3. What is the best sex game you have ever played?
I like a little roll playing on occasion, but if we’re talking actual ‘games’ like board/card games….then I suppose I enjoyed strip poker with Michelle back in the day, some blindfold/trust games with Bella, and some naughty game I played with Karen once where one die had body parts on it, the other was an action verb to perform.
4. Have you ever given or received an orgasm from a person whose last name you did not know?
Yup. On both accounts. Had a few enocunters in college where we never exchanged last names. One was in an alley way I once told you all about. No clue on who she was.
5. Have you ever masturbated in front of a sexual partner?
Oh yeah. I’ve taped myself once for a girl, and she did the same in kind. I had one girl put on a show for me on my bed as I sat in a chair and watched, and yet another asked me to masterbate on her both in the shower and on her bed as she awaited me to cum on naked body. Now that I think about it, I can’t think of a girl who hasn’t done it in front of me that I was with. But each experience and memory is unique in it’s own way. If I’m lucky….I may try and play some of these questions back out in one capacity or another tonight.
Bonus (as in optional):At what age do you think men and women reach their sexual peak? Do you think you have hit yours yet?
I’ve once heard men reach their peak in their late teens, or early 20’s. I don’t think that applies to me, or my male friends. I’ve been feeling pretty sexual for almost 20 years now and I think I’m just as randy today as I was when I was 19…and my friends I’ve known for years are just as horny today too. Hopefully I haven’t hit mine yet….a lot of it depends on the partner and what they can get out of you as well.
On the flip side I hear more and more about women peaking in their 40’s…hence maybe the cougar syndrome and MILF factor. I think women are definetly more in-tune with their bodies beginning in their late 20’s and throughout their 30’s. Looking back, sex with 30-something women was indeed better than my first few girlfriends in my late teens…but it depends on the girl/woman. Bella, Sharyn, Karen were leap years ahead of some other women who were older than them or about the same age. So I don’t think I could really qualify or quantify this premise.
TMI Tuesday… January 13, 2009
Posted by Nathan in April, Mary, Random Musings.Tags: April, kissing, Mary, sex, TMI
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Yeah, it’s not Tuesday Turn-ons….I still haven’t picked a topic for that today, but maybe this will give you a little more insight on me, Nathan.
1. On a scale of 1 to 10, how satisfied are you with your sex life?
Unfortunately, the more I think about it, the higher the number was a few years back. Not sure I ever achieved an actual ‘10′…I suppose that would mean my girlfriends were just as creative, willing, aggressive and naughty as I am….and sadly that hasn’t happened in quite some time. I suppose the highest moments were my college years and maybe just after college. Solid 8’s many a time. Last year I think I may have been at my lowest…3…and I’d chalk up one of those points due to my own solo efforts. Right now April has taken slight more interest in her activities in the bedroom, so maybe it’s a borderline 5 right now (up from 4). Yikes, I’m kinda getting depressed just reading this as I write. I haven’t had much time as of late to seek out more enlightened partners or have the energy to sit down and tell April my concerns.
2. If someone shoves you up against the wall while kissing you, your reaction is?
Release. Ladies, beleive it or not, once ina blue moon a man woudl be very excited if a woman takes the gumption be agressive and take charge. I’d probably submit and relish the moment in relaxed bliss….my mind going a million miles an hour wondering if she’ll go further, go south, etc. But seeing that I can be a freak at times, I’d also probably wonder if my breath is fresh and if I have clean undies on.
3. What is the most romantic thing anyone has ever said or done to you?
Wow, this is a very tough question to answer and I’m not sure there is one incident that just blows me away above any other. Different girlfriends through the years have done special things for me that made me feel special. One girl sent me on a scavenger hunt at a local mall that shop owners were in on….at the end was a clue to a hotel room where she was waiting in lingerie. There was a lot of effort in that one. Another used to write me actual love letters that were very sweet. Another used to just stare in my eyes and whisper….her words always magic and sultry…I believed everything she told me…it seemed very genuine and heartfelt. But I’m not sure even the best ones I could qualify as overly ‘romantic’ in the truest sense of the word.
4. Where is the most unusual place you have ever had sex?
I literally had sex once outside of a bar, in a back alleyway, between dumpsters, at 1:30am. It was primal, public, and perhaps a bit of a rush in the fear of getting caught.
5. How do you like to be kissed?
Passionately and soft and hungry-like. I think I am closer to a woman in thsi regard moreso than being a man. I like tender lips on my ears. I like girls who kiss my neck. But a tender, soft, and exploring kiss with an open mouth sets my motors in motion.
Bonus: Most embarrasing sexual moment?
I wrote about this a long time ago, but once when Mary was straddling me on top and we both climaxed and sat there for a few minutes I began to relax. When Mary dismounted, I noticed the condom was no longer on my person. Then to my horror, I watched Mary basically fist herself in her attempts to fish it out of herself. As this scene unfolded for what seemed like forever I was very slack jawed and mentally scarred.
Frustration December 19, 2008
Posted by Nathan in April, Fantasies, Random Musings, Rants.Tags: April, booty call, frustration, sex, sex-toy
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Will you submit to me in my frustration?
I discovered a blog last week maintained and writtem by a young woman who comes across as very erotic. Erotic in the sultry and seductive sense, not the wham-bam-thankyou-ma’am sense, and it’s quite evident that she takes great care and thought in crafting her tales and insights.
I like PhaedraFallen because for her purported age (19 I think), she comes across pretty cerebral, and I like brainy, or to put it a better way – well worded and educated women. Smart is sexy. And you can get a lot of insight from someone who is well versed in vocabulary and structure….not like here, where my mind just seems to run on random thoughts and run on sentences half the time.
Anyway, she posted a picture (which I shamelessy stole btw for this post) on a new toy she and her friend ‘X’ recently purchased and experimented with. The image on the box coupled with her musings on the night her and ‘X’ shared with this painted a very nice image in my own head, and it’s something I’d like to particpate in with my own sex life.
You’ve been rading my own blog long enough to know that April and I are this on-again, off-again ‘thing’. I wish I could be more specific in my own definition, but I can’t, because as much as I attempt to put a label on us and what we are together, I just can’t. Lately April has lost a lot of weight, and she looks great. I probably need to tell her that more often, but for some reason I forget and only think of it after the fact when she’s not around….which doesn’t really do me any goood or win me any points with her. Now if I could only get her to stop smoking….it may be a different ball game altogether.
Last week, her monthly visitor arrived so we never got together to play. That kinda sucks because even though neither one of us are into earning or deploying ‘red wings’ with each other, there are other things we can do. I mean…I wouldn’t refuse a blow job from her, nor would I reject nibbling and sucking on her breasts during this time…but it just doesn’t seem to be April’s cup of tea…and I don’t push (my error?).
So this weekend, starting tonight was the perfect opportunity for some holiday lovin’. I’ve been actually thinking about it for a few days now, and the image of setting up this contraption on my bed, lighting a few candles, blindfolding her, and then taking her freshly shaven puss for my own pleasure (and hers) has been mentally intoxicating and has perpetuated a few unscripted hard-ons for myself the last few days.
Unfortunately, our ‘timing’ and ‘communication’ always seems a bit off and for the life of me I never see it coming. April has the ability to open her mouth and say the most absurd and aggravating things at the weirdest moments that more often than not spark an argument or at least gets my blood boiling in a ‘bad mood’ sort of way.
Like today.
We spoke early this morning before both of us went to work and I was attempting to arrange getting togther this weekend. Not necessarily for sex per-se (though I suppose in the back of my mind it would have been nice), but at least to hang out, have dinner, go to a neighborhood party, etc. Instead she made one of her famous off the cuff remarks, which turned my amorous and good natured mood 180 degrees around and kinda upset me. Not upset in the fact I’m sad…more in the vain she pissed me off…so I cut the conversation short and told her I had to go….basically, yet politely, hanging up on her.
Now for the past couple of hours I’ve been very uptight and somewhat smoldering under the surface. Part of me wants to strangle her (metaphorically that is…a figure of speech for all those thingking I’m about to go postal..I’m not), the other part wants to take this pent up frustration and negative energy I’m currently harnessing and just fuck the crap out of her over and over again tonight not really caring what she has to say…(not a rape fantasy at all) just a let me take out my frustration on pleauring you silly until neither one of us can walk and nothing needs to be said between us.
Return of the bodysuits November 6, 2008
Posted by Nathan in April, True Stories.Tags: April, bodysuit, lingerie, sex, True Stories
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Warning: Explicit Content.
So I’m a little late in presenting this story and for that I apologize. This took place just over a week ago and was a nice surprise for both April and myself. I’m thinking about it now again because I’ve been a little worked up the last couple of days again, and even more so today than usual. I’m actually thinking of a way to coax April into a repeat performance.
Viagra not required
I like lingerie a lot, but I’m still pretty picky about it. I’ve indicated before that French Maid and really frilly costumes aren’t my style. I enjoy more erotic, sophisticated, and seductive one and two pieces that are generally solids in color that really give me a hard on.
After a evening out for dinner, I ended back over at April’s house and I suppose we both kind of knew even before the night started that we’d be getting it on. I’m not sure how to explain it, as if we are both to shy to just admit it, but it’s generally understood that this is one of those ‘One of us needs to get fucked’ nights.
I won’t bore you with the how’s and when’s of us making it to her room, just fast forward the evening a bit and I’m lying down on her bed with my eyes closed yet awake just relaxing.
“I think you should put that bodysuit on.”, I said in a soft yet direct voice, eyes stills closed, hands clasped behind my head.
“What? Bodysuit?”, she replied searching for my meaning.
“You know…that one I bought you many moons ago.”
“Oh.”
I continue do lay on her bed and heard her shuffle about her dresser drawers, obviously searching for said item. After about three of four drawer closures, I heard her make her way to her bathroom where she started a hot shower for herself. As I felt a brief stirring in my loins, I contemplated waiting a few minutes, stripping down and joining her in the shower for nice hot and wet pounding, but then I’d be robbing myself the experience of seeing her in that lingerie again…a sight I don’t see often enough any more. Also, her shower is a bit small, and our attempts to be sexual in it in the past haven’t really been all that memorable. It’s usually more about repositioning ourselves multiple ways just to get comfortable for a few minutes until one of our legs tends to get sore or get an unexpected Charlie horse. So I opted to just lay on the bed as I already had been.
After about 10 minutes or so April finally emerged from her bathroom, squeaky clean. In the dim light of her bedroom, she stood wearing the black lace one piece body suit (like the one pictured). Her naked breasts were visible through the intricate black lace, her nipples slightly hard with anticipation on how I was going to be using them shortly. Below, the bodysuit is crotch less, her puss cleanly shaven and as naked as a J-bird. It was looking at her waiting lips down yonder that brought my dick to complete attention. I’m not going to be messing with too much foreplay here.
I immediately stood up and crossed her room in just a few steps, grabbed her by the arms, turned her 180 degrees and pushed her back down onto the corner of her bed, spreading her legs apart as I kneeled myself in front smooth puss. I eagerly went down on her, my tongue quickly parting her folds and adding my own saliva to her growing wetness. April gasped as my forcefulness upon her pubis and I greedily sucked away and eventually found her swelling clit. As I pushed my palms on the back of her thighs to keep her in place, I got all sloppy silly on her, both her own juices mixing with my spit had the bottom of my face covered in wetness. I’d wager to say her first audible orgasm came in about 5 minutes of my initial tongue thrashing.
As she took a few seconds to recover and catch her breath, I was already busy undressing myself leaving my clothes in a disheveled pile on the floor. I grabbed the damp towel she had used to dry off and spread it out on the floor and grabbed a pillow off the bed and threw it down there as well…it would come in use later.
I took April’s hand and pulled her up just long enough to guide her to the semi damp towel outstretched on the floor and place her on her knees. I kneeled directly behind her, tilting her head to one side as I began to suck on the left side of her exposed neck. My left hand groped around to her front and pinched her hard nipples through the fabric, my right hand also dropping low and around so that my middle digit was fingering her slick slit. I wriggled it up inside her as far as I could past the second knuckle as her back pressed into my front. My left hand continued to roam about another minute or so and I decided once again I wanted to taste her sweetness in my mouth.
I backed away just enough and assumed a position on my back where my head was placed under her straddled legs. I pulled April down onto me and once again buried my tongue as deep as I could into her. I looked up in the dark, and could barely make out her own eyes looking back down at me as she grabbed my hair on the top of my head. I ate her out another good five minutes or so until she had her second orgasm. I’m glad she finally did as it was getting a little hard for me to keep this up much longer as I was trying to catch my breath and my own neck was getting a tad sore. Time for a change up.
I’m not really sure I needed it, but as she was recovering for the second time, I walked over to her medicine cabinet and reached inside to where I know she keeps her personal lubricant. Sometimes just the thought of fucking her as wet as she can possibly be, all sloppy with as little friction as possible is enough to set me off. I flipped the cap and squirted a small dollop in my hand and spread it all over the tip and shaft of my cock and walked back over to April.
She was still on her knees which was fine for me, so I positioned myself behind her and told her now was a good time to use the pillow. It was amazing that she followed every order…never questioned any of my directing and positioning and took it like it she hadn’t had cock in months.
With April on all fours now, pillow under her chest, my hands grabbing onto her hips like handles, I slid in her. Ohhhh. The lube was just perfect and it just seemed as if her juicy folds were soaking with anticipation. I fucked her rough. Sometimes I like is soft and tender, but tonight I was a tad aggressive. I grabbed her hair with one hand and pulled it back as I continued to work away. I was pounding so hard, my abs got a workout of a lifetime and I actually started to get sore after a few minutes. This wasn’t a marathon session by any means. I was so turned on from the previous 15 minutes of oral favors I performed on April, I had no expectations of lasting very long at all. I’m guessing my own endurance was coming to a head very quickly, and most likely after only 4 minutes or so, I pulled out and shot a warm load all over the small of her back and ass cheeks.
April just laid motionlessly for a few minutes there, her breathing hard and fast, as I stood to admire my handiwork. I told her I was going to clean up myself so I headed for her shower and washed away our sweat, her lube, and my cum from my body. My legs were slightly quaking as well from that intense workout. April didn’t join me for a dip. When I got out of her shower, I could tell by the wash cloth on her sink that she cleaned herself up and was now under her covers and ready to go to bed.
I crawled in as well, and within minutes we both let slumber take over us.
I loathe text messaging….but in this case…. June 18, 2008
Posted by Nathan in April, Fantasies.Tags: booty call, massage, sex, txt message
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Seriously, there’s nothing I generally hate more in modern technology than text messaging. I think it is a sign that most people in general have ADD because I really can’t think what is so damn important and rude to your surroundings than thumbing over a 9 digit keypad selecting letters one at a time over and over again when it’s just as easy (& faster) than to just actually make a call.
My cell phone is plain and simple. It makes calls, it receives calls, and has bluetooth. I very rarely take pics, let alone ever care to watch movie clips or music videos on a 1″x1.5″ pixelated screen. Not to mention the costs involved everytime you send or receive this shit. All that extra crap is fluff and I don’t care. I often scoff at the kids these days with these fancy slide out keyboards and shit. When did we become a society of no actual verbal interaction?
With that being said, I wanted to do something I very rarely do…..I wanted to entice and interject some playful seduction in a proposition I didn’t want to send via normal e-mail, nor did I want to talk to anyone in person. Sometimes, a little air of mystery and intrigue can set the stage for lust.
Coming after last nights brief, albeit fun episode with April, I decided to push my luck, and try for a return visit. After reading some other blogs out there, I can’t say it was an original ideam but I figuring other people were having some rather positive results with text messaging, I went against everything I normally stand for and tried my hand (& patientence) in a brief message to April:
Nate: What time u get home? I really want to taste your pussy again. What u think?
A few minutes go by. I can imagine she is either: A) very busy and probably won’t look at her phone for some time, B) shocked and embarrased and has no idea what to say, or C) trying to figure out if this is really me becuase it so out of my character.
Finally, my own phone chirps…
April: WOW! Where has your mind been all day? 
Nate: Thinking about the fun last night & how good u tasted. Also didn’t get 2 fuck u as long as I wanted 2. I think tonight an ‘outfit’ is in order.
A few minutes of silence go by…then….
April: Then you will have to give a massage, ‘cuz its been a long day. So bring a bottle of wine and when I get home I will shower and be ready
Whoa! Could I have just stumbled onto a new secret sexified tech tool? Now I need to think about racing home, get cleaned up, go to store and get a bottle of good wine and wear something that won’t reveal the woody I’m now sportin’
