They laid in bed just enjoying their nakedness but soon she was once again feeling her lower half stir. She rolled on top of him and began to kiss his body starting at his mouth and slowly working her way down. This time when he entered her it was more intense with him being faster in speed and harder in his thrusts. She was moaning and cursing because it felt so good. She began to tell him how much she loved him being in her, which began to turn him on even more. She was thrilled when with one swift motion, he pulled out, flipped her over, pulled her back onto her knees and entered her from behind. They were doggy style and the tips of her nipples were rubbing against the sheets as she bounced back and forth feeling him plunge into her turning her on even more. He put his hands on her hips and began to guide her movements. She was begging him to make her cum when he put his hands on her ass and spread her cheeks as he began to slam into her. She was once again cursing and begging him to make her cum. It wasn’t long before they came together and fell on the bed in a heap of naked sweat.
They went on this way for hours. It was intimate and then animalistic and every time was a new and different experience. This wonderful man knew that he would never get to love her again so he had to experience all the ways you can love someone in one night. He left in the morning after no sleep but both of their bodies could take no more. They kissed at the door and she held his hand until he walked a few steps and they could no longer touch. She watched him walk away, leaned her head against the door frame, took a deep breath and turned back inside to get ready for her flight home.
It was a perfect night and it was a memory she would hang on to until the day she met her true love. The island bartender was a kind and gentle man who knew how to make love to a woman slowly, repeatedly and wonderfully. But that’s how you know when you have meet your true love. Once the real thing comes along, all those moments before fade away into wisps of memories resembling that alcoholic fog and the new experiences that replace them are sharp, crisp images of every detail of the man you would gladly give up any other for. She would always be grateful for the kind bartender who helped her through that night but she was ready to replace his memory with those of the new man for whom she had waited so long and let the bartender slip into the fog of a past that was ready to be forgotten.
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My Sexy Man
Love at first sight is one of those things that gives women an excuse to jump into bed with a guy and hope that it wasn’t because they were too horny but because they were struck by cupid’s arrow or some other romantic crap like that. Bullshit! Think about it. How many guys did you claim love at first sight before you met Mr. Right, if you did get lucky enough to meet him? I know myself there were quite a few Mr. So Not Rights before that one perfect guy came along. Don’t get me wrong, my guy, he’s far from perfect but he’s perfect for me which is the best any of us can hope for.
The first time I met him I was at work. It was my first day and I was being introduced to everyone. He went rushing by try to help some poor guy find a decent pair of shoes and the girl taking me around said, “Oh, that’s Brian.” In that second the world slowed down. I vividly remember him looking at me, smiling, and my holding that look as long as I could as he walked past us. “But don’t even think about it, he’s an emotional wreck.” Even better, no relationship bullshit to worry about just good old fashion sex.
Of course, things in real life rarely work out like they do in movies so it took a few months of flirting before we ever got to any good stuff. But boy was it worth the wait. Although, I had serious doubts. You see, the emotional wreck had not had sex in over a year. Every day that went by I wondered how long that would take to fix. If a guy hasn’t had sex in a few days, he might be lucky to be a three pump chump. A year? I was gonna be lucky if this guy got it in me before he shot his load. The idea of likely being extremely disappointed by our first time together slowed down the process even more. Until, eventually one night my need for him outgrew my reservations and I was willing to take whatever I could get. Lucky for me, Brian and I think very much alike. He also had those same reservations and thus was determined to make up for lost time and prove to me he was far from a disappointment in bed, not a year ago and certainly not now.
It all began at the local bar. It often does, right? Especially if you’ve never been with the guy before. Sex sounds straight forward, insert tab A into slot B, but there is definitely skill involved and being born with a great dick is a plus but if you don’t know how to use it your partner will often end up going home and turning to her battery powered bedside friend to do what she had hoped her man had done earlier that night.
As I was saying, at the local bar we were drinking and laughing and having a great time hanging out. We had hung out a few times before but we were on the edge somewhere between friends and a relationship but I had no idea where we were or where he wanted us to be. We had made out a couple times before but always parted ways at the bar or restaurant where we met and not once had he asked me to follow him home. One night we met at his place, walked to the local bar, ended up back on his couch where I tried to open his pants and fuck the shit out of him but he denied me. He said he wanted to wait. He wasn’t looking for a one night stand, he was looking for a relationship. What the fuck does that mean? It means I am driving home in soaking wet, skin tight jeans with a pussy screaming at me because it needs a good fuck!
Before heading to the bar that night, I had convinced myself that if he was looking for a relationship he could look all he liked. I liked him a lot but I didn’t know if I wanted a relationship. After all, he wasn’t the only emotionally screwed up one in the room and I was tired of all the bullshit. I wanted someone I could have a great time in bed with and someone I could hang out and laugh with and if those were different men, so be it. I had resigned myself to thinking we would just be friends, hang out, laugh and enjoy each other’s company and I could find a fuck buddy elsewhere. I went to the bar expecting a fun evening with a friend. We would not make out, I would not cream my pants and go home so frustrated that even an hour with my dildo wouldn’t solve the problem. Sometimes there is no replacement for a real cock with a good looking man attached.
After several pitchers of beer, we began to stumble our way back to his apartment. It was only a few blocks but we both had had a lot to drink and were at that place where you get up to pee more times in an hour than anyone between the ages of 5-75 should. Half way there he walked behind a bush and relieved himself. Now, that should not have done anything for me sexually. Here’s a guy who could get arrested if a cop showed up and just used his dick to purge some of the alcohol we’d spent all evening consuming but in some weird way, it turned me on. Not the pee part. I know some people get off on weird shit. I’m not one. It was the idea of his whipping out his dick and holding it. I wanted to hold it. Damn. I must be drunk!
As he unlocked the door in front of me, I just looked at him. Great shoulders, broad back, tight ass. Yep. I wanted that. I must have just kept looking even after he got the door open because he turned around and looked at me for a while. Then, it happened. He grabbed me and kissed me. That deep kiss that starts slow but builds with an intense heat that can only be satisfied by all your body parts pressing against each other. His hands started around my back and then moved to my face and my hair while he continued to kiss me. Softly at first but then I could sense his need for me. It was as great as mine for him. Within a few minutes we were on his bed, pulling at each other’s clothes and our mouths were kissing, sucking, licking whatever they could find while we fumbled with buttons and zippers and my stupid tight jeans. They might make your ass look good but when your lower half is burning for his lower half, the wet denim is impossible to get off gracefully!
Soon he was kissing my breasts, touching my waist, and rubbing his body against mine. It didn’t take long at all before we were naked and I was begging him to enter me. I needed his cock inside me, even if would only be there for a minute or two. He pushed it in. Yes! It
was perfect. Not too big, not too small. Just the right size for filling you up completely. That was what I needed. He didn’t even have to move. I came immediately! Then, to my surprise, he did move. Slowly at first, in and out. He watched my face the entire time. He was determined to make me cum again. I began to move more as well. Shifting my hips to get just the right angle. Ahh. There, right there. That’s nice. Oh. That’s good. OH. That’s really good. His movement was getting more intense and I figured we were heading towards the finish line. But then, he pulled out. WHAT! Give that back! I need it! Instead, I got my nipples sucked and nibbled on and his right hand entered me and rubbed my clit. Rubbing, sucking, pushing. There is something about having one hand inside your pussy while the other hand is playing with the outside that can make me cum non-stop! After several minutes of shivering and spasming, I finally had to push him away. I had to breathe. Fuck. This was better than I had hoped for. I was still anticipating a three pump chump but if he was gonna make me cum like that, the night would still be a win for me.
Lucky for me, he was not about to let this night end too soon. After three more orgasms thanks to his fingers, his mouth and his tongue, I begged him to fuck me. Sometimes there is no replacement for a really great dick. This time, he entered me more forcefully, just enough that we both got off on it and he listened to me begging him to finish. Fuck. Yes. Fuck! Yes! FUCK! YES! We both came within a few minutes. We laid in bed, kissing and laughing and talking for the entire night. Ten minutes would pass and his cock would be rock hard again and again we would fuck one another and get off in watching the other reach their breaking point. I don’t even know how many times I came that night but I do know in the six hours in bed, we only slept for the final hour or two before that stupid alarm clock sounded indicating we both had to get up and go to work.
For the next month, neither of us slept much. From time to time, we would take a night off from one another, mostly to drink lots of Gatorade and catch up on our sleep so that we could pick things up again the next day. Work was a kick. We couldn’t tell anyone what was going on but occasionally my ass would feel a squeeze as he passed by or a rubber band would snap me out of nowhere. New love is wonderful. It’s a rare feeling but when it’s combined with mind blowing sex, well, what more girl could ask for more?
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ALSO AVAILABLE FROM TJ HOLLAND
Suite Lovin’ – An Erotic Novella
My Sexy Man
More Than Drinks
COLLEGE DAZE
A Collection of the First Five Volumes
INDIVIDUAL VOLUMES:
Volume One – My Sexy Roommate
Volume Two – My First Threesome
Volume Three – Three Plus Me
Volume Four – A Night Well Spent
Volume Five – Vegas Baby, Vegas
Volume Six – Looking to Party
NAUGHTY ROOMMATES:
Volume One – My Naughty Roommate
Volume Two – My Roommate’s Boyfriend
COMPILATIONS (with JT Holland)
Different Points of View I
Different Points of View II
Different Points of View III
In Smut We Trust
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