every bit
While I maintain I am still in search of the one (whatever the fuck that might be). The one who will love, care and not care what I do, the one who tolerate the sort of woman I am and all that bull shit that comes with me, and the one who will respect me, while still disrespecting me in filthy dirty ways– yeah that’s the one. However, I do still have a deep want for cock and what can I say, I like to be a little slutty. Of course I want to be slutty with the one I love, but that’s just not happening right now.
So, what’s a cock slut like me to do?
I know this man– not a friend, but not a stranger either– sort of the best of both– not random and not serious.
When his text came I was definitively in the mood to be a slut, a cock hungry little slut– perfect timing. Soon enough he was waiting outside. Jumping in his car, we exchange bullshit small talk, but that is not I was there for.
I know a spot, secluded, no one will see us and if they do they would only see you– because my head will be lost in your lap.
Being such a hungry little slut I waste no time filling my mouth with all of you, no slow blow job, I just need that cock today and the sweet reward I would create at the end. It doesn’t take long before my mouth is around your the tip, licking up the length then bobbing up and down.
My body somehow magically contorted to fit the space of your front seat. One of your hands on my ass the other on my mess of curls locked in rhythm with the slide of my mouth along the length of your sweet stick. You are more aggressive this time– you want me to choke on your cock, don’t you? Such a delicious curve to choke on.
I don’t know why, because I am not a huge fan of balls in my mouth (it is more part of skill set for me), but today I have that urge, I just wanted my whole mouth filled with every bit of your cock. With your balls filling my mouth my hand pumping your shaft, it made me want to fuck, my pussy wanting cock too, but this was strictly a slutty dirty in car blow job.
Sloppy sounds of my mouth around your cock fill the car, I hear myself moan a few moans of agreement, and my ass is sort of bouncing in want. Your hand more rambunctiously sliding my head up and down.
“I’m gonna cum.”
Such sweet talking words. Yeah, cum for me. A few more slide around you cock and you fill my mouth. This time, I swallow every bit, draining you. I keep my mouth around your cock after you have cum, feeling the twitches and throbs that emanate from your once raging cock.
This reminds me of the girl whose love for her I’ll take to my grave. Bless you, Vixen. I’d like to think we both still deserve to find what we’re looking for.
Bhavin: thanks! I love when I remind people of past love in fond way and yes we certainly are deserving.
Another fantastic piece! Sounds like a very lucky man, and best of luck on your search.
The way someone explained it to me, “The One” (whatever the fuck that might be) is out there. Yeah, the laws of statistics are on your side here. Millions of people, all busy being themselves, lots of them looking for the perfect match. The chances of Ubermate actually existing (and looking for someone just like you) are actually pretty good, no joke. The big question is “where?” How do two people on the same page sort themselves out of a crowd of millions and get together?
Is it still lame to sign up with a reputable dating service, or has that stigma worn off over the years? Consider: Tons of folks who are looking are all lumped together on a database and being sorted and compared according to personality traits. Good services are apparently adept at reading between the lines on questionnaires and culling bullshiters out of the mix before they ever have a chance to invade your privacy.
Just a thought, and no, I don’t own stock in Match.com or anything like that. (If they’re traded publicly, however, it might not be such a bad idea. )
Vixen, you fill me with longing.. Unfortunately, “Ones” don’t come along often enough, and when they do, something always seems to change in them. You remind me that the sporadic appearances and (so far) fleeting companionship is still worth it, as long as you take the positive from it and all else slide away..
You must get soooo many invitations to road trips!
Ry: thanks my dear.
Vox: Thanks for the read. I’ll pass on the online dating. Thanks for the advice though.
tek: ah yes, so true– they do not come around nearly enough and letting all else slide away is not always so easy, but l keep trying.
khavren: I am a delightful travel companion.
You should write a travel guide! I know I for one would be certain to buy it; and follow it’s advice to the letter!
You know, I have an ex-girlfriend who was–literally, and I have it in a text message–begging to let her come over and suck my cock and swallow my load. She was begging.
I said no, because I have–frankly–found The One, and it’s rather nice and perfect in kinky and non-kinky ways. It’s just that she doesn’t *swallow* all that often. She does suck a fine cock, mind you. I just wind up sliding into her and filling her with cum instead of filling her mouth.
If you were in town Vixen, I think I’d beg you to suck my cock. She’d probably ask to watch, but I think we’d have to cuff her at first.
Sensual: What a cool entry. Good calls all the way ’round, and there’s a richer, deeper story lurking somewhere behind that begging, sucking, fucking and cuffing, yes?
So you’re amazing. Big deal. Just because you write these hypnotic stories where I am lost in the sheer passion (and eroticism..let’s not forget that) .. of your words…so? I mean..can’t every girl take sex to a level like this? The answer would be NO of course.
Just love you.
merry christmas
When I feel numb, and it happens to us all from time to time, I come to your site and it stirs me. It never fails. Whatever it is that you’re looking for will be all the more sweet when it reveals itself to you. NEVER stop looking, knowing that your next moments may be those that fill your soul with much joy. Hope your new year is the one that brings you closer to that.
Be well, Library Vixen. I’ll always be browsing the stacks.
khavren: I should really write something, your right. Travel guide, a sluts guide to North America– excluding the bible belt.
Sensual Vancouver: oh you! the one, so happy for you, and oh what fun that all sounds like.
Robitj: thank you sincerely, very kind and well received words. xoxo
Jersey: and merry christmas to you too my friend. Did Santa bring you a blow job?
schitZen vane: thank you, I sure hope you are right– because I do hate when that numbness creeps in. Thanks for the words, they have stirred me too.