Did you have one of those nights where you have sex in so many different ways, varieties, flavors, positions, messy messes, bent, twisted, restrained, soaked—that it just seems unreal, like a true living work of fiction?

You dropped me an email trying to sway me to come over. I tell you that I am at the tail end of my period.

“I love it when a woman is on her period, I don’t mind if I pull out a red hand or dick, plus the inside of your pussy is more luscious.”

Okay, well not a first, but still shocking and fucking hot. But what really swayed my decision was the second,crude but charming, email

“BTW, totally bad non-sequitur, I forgot to tell you that you have a cute butthole. Amongst other cute things.”

How can girl resist?

Approaching your hotel like atrium, you buzz me up. The place is quite and refined. I feel like an escort. I like that. The door is open, I knock a little and walk in. You meet me and we lock in passion tight kiss, you take my coat and ask me if I’ve been thinking about your cock. I nod, saying “my pussy has been thinking about your cock.” Setting my purse down on the side table you bend me over and yank my skirt up. This time I surprise you with nothing. A bare ass and garter straps. “You naughty little cunt.” Pushing me over the table you bestow a rapid series of firm swats not only to my ass, but also to my exposed fleshy lips as well. It stings and I was not really anticipating such firmness from you, but it feels great, it causes me to buckle and lower to the ground and face your cock. “I didn’t say you could have this cock yet.” Stunned. It is not often a man turns down my lips around their cock.

You lay a towel onto your couch and tell me to lay down. I do as you wish, besides it looks as though it could be beneficial for me to do so. Striding over with your cock pointing right at me, my eager lips cannot help themselves, but to wrap around you. You let me, then your hand reaches between my legs. Fingers unfold my folds. With your cock pushing between my lips, your fingers begin to spread me open, you read each layer, separating the creases, palpitating at my plumpness.

There is a move in yoga called the awkward pose. This is the sexual equivalent; climbing on top of me you balance on your hands and feet, your mouth facing my pussy. From this angle your cock is sort of lodged in my mouth. I feel your warm tongue spread across me, it sets my cunt ablaze, I flux from moist to wet. You lap up every part. I wonder to myself, is his tongue going to pull out red. I swallow with effort as your cock is still blocking my throat. I just remain still with your dick filling me not that I could do anything else, it is the awkward pose, so I let it stay at rest, hard, inside the warmth of my mouth, while you drink from my pussy.

You climb off and out, and then initiate pussy devotion.

Letting my mind go, I let my pussy be at your mercy. Pushing deeper, penetrating with fingers, reaching the insulation inside, studying what makes me pant, what makes me whimper, gasp, and moan. What makes me flood. I do not hold on, I relinquish. Rare. My mind and cunt open. Your fucking me with a compelling force that makes my inside confirm my decision in being here. “You are so wet, you little slut. Do you like the way this feels?” I can only groan my agreement of the pleasure I am receiving. Everything feels so right and wet I do not even realize you have pushed a finger into my tightest space. I just feel filled and fucked.