Adding Another To The List

I need to add another one to the list of people I’ve slept with. Yes, that’s right, I finally fucked One Ball … and it was fabulous! Our little dalliance started with a message on an online dating website, then we met for a quick lunch, then we went for a hot chocolate or two, and then we shared our first kiss, which was just perfect, then I decided it was time to take things further so invited him to mine to watch a movie.

The movie was Ted.

We laughed, ate candy, held hands, drank tea, and then the hardcore making out began.

The kisses weren’t bad, perhaps a tad sloppy. He’s rusty, though; he’d already admitted to me that he heading really dated anyone since his divorce came through. But it didn’t take long for him to get into the flow of things, sliding his hand lower down into the front of my leggings to bring me to climax with his fingers. It was pretty amazing. I tore off his shirt and he ripped off mine. Piece by piece, our clothes came off, and the lights were turned off too. I was nervous. I’m always nervous the first time with a new man. I was nervous about what I looked like naked. I was also nervous because everything else about him had excited me, and there was nothing about him that irritated me just yet. In my head, this meant that he would have a tiny penis, or his one ball would look weird enough to freak me out, or there would be something else about him that would eventually turn me off. But still, even now, there’s nothing that bugs me about him. His cock is a beautiful length. Stunning. Exquisite. The Guy I Couldn’t Get Rid Of had a massive cock, but he was all length and no girth. One Ball has it all: length, girth, smooth … a beautiful cock. A perfect penis. He hovered above me for just a minute, both of us holding our breaths with excited anticipation, before plunging into me — and OH MY GOD, it felt so perfect.

I tried to give him head, but he kept pulling me on top of him. I loved the way that he felt in my mouth, and I also loved the fact that I couldn’t fit it all in. I can deep-throat most cocks that I have come across, but this one I just couldn’t manage. I adore giving head; it’s one of my favourite things to do in the bedroom, or anywhere else for that matter. It gets me so wet, hearing the groans and feeling them squirm. He wouldn’t let me do it, though, and that really annoyed me. Afterwards, he told me that it usually took him forever to come to climax through oral sex alone, and he thought it might have been because of the one-ball thing. Apparently, all of his exes had just given up doing it. This has now given me a new challenge. We all know how much I love a new challenge. I will make this guy come in my mouth if it’s the last thing I do!

At the end of it all, he didn’t come at all. He told me earlier on that day that he’d jerked off because I had told him I didn’t want to rush things and we wouldn’t be sleeping together yet. He didn’t want to be a walking erection [his words]. It was a cute gesture, of course, but it kinda backfired, as I came three times and he didn’t even come the once! Poor guy! I guess now I owe him a couple.

He had this smell that drove me nuts. It wasn’t BO; it was something else. It didn’t smell sweet or salty or good or bad. I think it must have been a pheromone thing, but whatever it was I couldn’t keep my hands off him. We lay there naked after we’d fucked for a while, pillow-talking, kissing, touching, and then he got hard again so we fucked a little more. It was just perfect. He still didn’t come, though. I could smell his smell long after he had left and it made me even hornier. There was just something about him, and the only other person who’s smell has had that kind of impact on me was my husband …

That was the other night and he’s now gone away to see his kids for a couple of days. It’s only been a couple of days and I am seriously craving this guy already. I haven’t heard from him, except for a few messages. I don’t disturb him when he is with his kids because he only sees them every other weekend. But I cannot wait for him to come back. The more I get to know him and the closer we get, the more I want him and the more I think about him. This concerns me, because he is only going to be living around my way for two more months, and then we’re either over … or it’s long distance. We may have fizzled out by then, of course, so I’m trying not to think that far in advance.

I do have a problem, however.

My Mr. Grey has mysteriously decided that he wants me out of the blue. A few weeks of barely speaking because he didn’t have a clue what he wanted, now he’s all “back on” again. He wanted to come and see me next week, but I put him off by saying I couldn’t get the time off work. Now he’s asking about the week after. This just proves my point: the only thing you need to get laid and/or a potential boyfriend, is another lay/potential boyfriend!

I don’t know whether I should tell either of them about the other? It would potentially wreck my chances with both of them. However, what if they both decide I’m what they want, then what do I do?

How do I find myself in these positions … ?

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