I got a text message yesterday from the man in this particular tale of tail, which was temporarily lost in my technological fuck-ups.  I am not even sure when this was first posted, not too long ago, before Halloween, but after summer. He was seeking a little recount of our story, maybe to go along with the series of insanely hot fuck pictures we took. I have not found too many willing participants to snap the relentless amount of photos it takes to get a nice set of sultry sex images. He was more than willing and even took most of the shots. Since then, I have often gone back to look at these, they are so good, beautiful hard glistening cock in my mouth, me in full on worship, my red curls matted and wild–stuck to my face from sweat and spit. Oh, and then there is that nice shot of me riding, straddling him from behind just as his dick is sliding into me, my star bud shining and my pussy so full.  Grrrrr…..I need more.

Chase

Being single, not dating any one particular  individual has it perks and it’s downfalls of course.

The biggest and the one I miss most often, is waking up next to someone. And I don’t need it often, but I realized last night  I do need it sometimes.

This man, I tease, tell him he makes me chase him, which he sort of does, and I am not into chasing cock for too long. If you want me let me know and I will be right over, if you don’t–I keep on walking. However; this one I kept in memory. His cock is too good to take away from the recall section of my brain. We only had sex once before but his sex and really,  his… I don’t know, sounds silly, but his core, his verve, his attitude–stuck with me. I chased a few times–gave up, chased a few more–gave up, but yesterday I caught up with him and his solid core.

I text messaged him with poetic longings of desire burning in the folds of pussy, details of how hungry my slutty little mouth was for his cock.  His response was favorable, quick and on.

He likes to meet late,  I like to meet late. Sexual rendezvous.

Getting there, it’s dark,  we don’t even make it out of the door way,  feeling the others body. His–a tall, thin frame, with a wild tuft of hair I adore, and a new beard. Warm hugs, wet kissing, purse flung to the floor, skirt hiked, shirts torn off, belt buckle undone–the learning of the bodies. He has this spot on his abs just above his cock that drive me insane.

Before long his fingers are filling me,  already I am dripping with girl gloss beneath his touch.  My mouth wants more, I drop to a squat in my tall black boots,-still in the dark–still in the door way,  I eagerly devour and worship at his thick branch, making it  a solid tree trunk. Choking it all in, holding back my gags, he taste so good. Pulling out you rub your dick all over my face and it makes feel dirty and innocent simultaneously. Your cock rubbing all over me, lips, eyes, chin and cheeks covered  in saliva soaked shaft. I suck more, trying to get my eternal fill, like it is a possibility– I try to apprehend each time, but never succeed at. To savor your flavor for that memory recall, to make me know why I perused your cock.

We fuck standing in the door way, awkwardly, then your shove me over the arm of a overstuffed chair–hitting, filling me–I moan and yelp in that mix of pain and pleasure. My pages dripping down my thighs. We fuck and we fuck.

Moving me to the mattress, it’s your turn. You eat, devour and worship at my fountain. Your fingers fucking me as you eat, drink and swallow me down. I hold back a bit, I want to cum like rain, but I refrain. Shyness, fear…I don’t know. I cum in a mild sprinkle and it feels fantastic. We dance, mingle, fuck, eat and switch and do it again. His cock is tired, we are tired.  I have turned soft and sweet, I run my hands through his wild tuft and we drift into sleep.

Hours go by, my pussy wakes me up for more. Stroking his beam under the cover, his cock wakes up long before him, my greedy mouth lowers herself to taste– to bring him fully to where I want. His hard on made solid by my mouth, he wakes as I suck.  His moans and words of approval like delicious filth to my ears. I continue until the urge to ride that cock hits me, then fills me. My curvy frame atop his thin one, his cock filling every bit, hitting the back wall. He grabs my flesh,  my ass, my waist, my thighs–he handles my body and I love that. Only moments pass and I am cumming, animal grunting—announcing my arrival, grinding him into the mattress and cumming around his shaft.

This goes on, a back and forth, my riding then off to taste my pussy on his cock, fucking him with my mouth and then my pussy and then back again. My lips working, my hands working up his velvet silo, his fingers in me, I cum again dripping down his hand to wrist. He tells me so.

I ride again, cum again, fuck him with  my mouth again. His cock begins to twitch and jump.

“That’s it! time for me to fuck you, fuck that pussy.”

Getting on all fours I raise my ass up in approval and he drives his dick into me. Pounding. Dicked down. He is ready his cock long and hard is ready.

“You want  me to cum in that pussy? You want me fill you up with this hot cum.”

My mind is spinning…

“No! Fuck Yes!  yes yes, NO!”

He pulls out cumming on my ass, the small of my back and his hand–between his fingers. I turn for taste, which is so good I lick all the cum I can from his hand and his cock.