Adding Another To The List
It was mine and One Ball’s third date last night… and you know what that means, don’t you? I’m adding another to the list, because I fucked him. More than once. Oh, and it was glorious.
Let’s get to the nitty gritty. That’s why you’re here, right?
Ted
I invited OB to mine for a movie, snacks, and cups of hot chocolate. Being the third date, I fully prepared myself – shaving all hair away from the neck down, exfoliating every inch of my skin, using the expensive products instead of the day-to-day ones…
I was *ready*.
He came over, we pressed play on the movie (Ted,) dimmed the lights, then ate a handful of snacks. That’s when the making out started. Oh, I do love making out, don’t you?
His kisses aren’t bad. A tad sloppy, perhaps. Considerably less awkward and fluidy than Guy’s though, thank fuck. I’m not sure I could cope with that again.
“I’m a bit rusty in this department,” OB admitted. “And I’m nervous. I haven’t dated anyone since the divorce.”
“Sssh,” I said, silencing him with a kiss. “Just go with the flow. It’s okay. No pressure.”
I was just as nervous, really. Maybe even more so. Nervous about how I looked naked in front of someone new. Nervous what he might think about the way I looked. Nervous about my performance. Just a whole load of nerves. I love the excitement and anticipation around sleeping with someone new for the first time, but those nerves still get me every damn time.
On
It didn’t take long for us to get into the swing of things. Snacks were pushed to the side and the movie was forgotten about. His fingers started to tiptoe their way down the front of my yoga leggings, worn because he saw a leggings-butt shot one time and virtually begged for more.
“I like these,” he said, running his fingers underneath the waistband.
I smiled. That had been the desired effect. “Do you prefer them on or off?”
OB thought about it for a second or two. “On. I want to make you come in them first.”
Oh, I fucking like this one, my friends. I like this one very much.
He slid his fingers further down, then played around between my legs. With a little guidance from me, he did just as he’d promised: he made me come in those leggings. I wanted to give him the now-soaking thong I’d been wearing as a little thank you, but I didn’t quite feel brave enough for that yet.
Off
I laid in a puddle of my own post-come euphoria for a minute or two, the film playing to no one in the background and OB smiling to himself. It was such a lovely little moment. Just silence, but not an awkward one. The room smelling like almost-sex. My heart pounding so loud that I was sure he could hear it.
I think I could do that forever. A long time, at least.
Ten minutes or so later, he ran his thumb along my jaw. “Take the leggings off.”
I dutifully complied, because… well, why wouldn’t I? Kicking my socks and leggings off together, then my t-shirt next, I was almost naked. Almost.
I focused my attention on him. His t-shirt came off first, thrown somewhere behind me; socks next, dropped to the floor as we kissed; belt after that, snapped twice for good measure. You know, just so he knows exactly who’s the boss.
I mean, it’s probably not me, but we can pretend for a while, eh?
And there we were: clothes off, just in our underwear, waiting for what was to come next.
In
I kissed my way across OB’s torso. Left to right, then top to bottom. He’s got actual abs, in case you were wondering. I very much enjoyed trailing my mouth and tongue across them, making out the outline of each one before moving on to the next.
I might not have been sure about his face (at first,) but there’s no question at all regarding my attraction to his body. Even if I didn’t like his face, or his personality, I’d still want to keep him for a while to make great use of that body.
Fuck, I really do like that body.
Just as he’d done with my leggings before, I slid my fingers underneath the waistband of his boxers, my kisses shadowing all the places that my fingertips reached. Left to right. Right to left. Slowly tugging his boxers down a little more with each rotation.
I was so excited to see him for the first time. Him. His dick. His whole body in all its glory. More than that, though, I was excited to feel him in my mouth for the first time. I’d felt the bulge in his trousers when straddling him… he’s not tiny, that much is for sure.
Lower and lower and lower, I tugged and kissed and trailed my fingertips, but then he pulled me away.
“No,” he said. “I want to be in you.”
I mean, yeah, me, too. But I also want to suck your dick first. Let me at it. Nom.
OB pulled me on top of him, then flipped us over, so he was on top. Like I was weightless. Like we were weightless.
The dominant type, eh? Well, I love that.
Using both hands and feet we shuffled him out of his boxers, then me out of my thong. All that was left to do, was take off my bra, which he did… with more ease than I’d expected.
Wasn’t he meant to be rusty?!
Hover
OB hovered over me, his dick so close to my cunt, for what felt like a whole year. In reality it was probably only a second or two, but I willed that second or two to be over more than I’d ever willed anything before in my life.
He looked at me. I looked at him. He bent down and kissed me at the same exact moment than he plunged inside me, and I couldn’t silence the moan that spilled into his mouth.
His dick felt exquisite. I hadn’t seen it yet, but inside me, it felt perfect. Girthy enough to fill me, but not too much that it stretched me too wide; long enough to make me really appreciate him, but not too long that it hurt when he fucked me deep.
Just right.
Basically perfect.
The whole night was almost basically perfect.
Almost.
The end (for one)
Only one of us came – and I bet it’s not the one you’d expect!
He fucked me for about an hour, in every position you could think of, with every adaptation you could think of, incorporating his fingers, my fingers, and a whole lot of fun…
I think it was all for my benefit, to make me think that he had great stamina. Or maybe the position changes were to stop him from coming too quickly?
Either way, between his fingers and my fingers, I came three times.
It was 3-0 to me.
But what about him?
We stopped fucking. Had a drink. Tucked ourselves into bed. Fucked some more. He stayed the night. We fucked into the night. He didn’t come once.
Ummmm???
The spiralling continues here: One Night of No Jizz.
So much love to you for reading my blog today! 🖤
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