In for a Pounding…

In for a Pounding…

This guy — A —  is going in my hall of fame for being 47 and fucking me five times in two hours without pharmaceutical assistance.  I was like a rag doll when we left the hot-sheet motel he took me to. I have bite marks all over me, sigh.
I actually ignored this guy when he first contacted me, because he looked kind of rough around the edges. Last week he contacted me again and I thought — wait for it — “why not?”
He mounted a text and phone pursuit that’s becoming familiar now — and invited me to meet him the day we started talking, which would normally be out of the question for me. But he insisted and I just knew his arrogant inconsiderate ass would be phenomenal in bed, I just felt it.
He had told me earlier in the day: “We need to take it slow, ’cause we’re headed straight to the bedroom.”  Sexual chemistry is a powerful thing. Slow? I could be dead tomorrow. Fuck me now.

As a type, he was instantly familiar to me — problems with emotional intimacy and vulnerability — it was like 1987 all over again talking to him (as in the emotionally abusive guy I spent most of my 20s with), so I knew I would never see  him again, but jeez I had to have him. Tall (like 6’5) dark and handsome, with crazy hazel eyes that are just…ok as I was saying…
So after we leave the party he invited me to, I’m still pretending to myself that I’m not going to sleep with him, but then as we’re walking the conversation gets interesting. I’m not sure if we kissed before or after this conversation. I don’t remember what I said that he responded “you can’t say that to me I’m a horny bastard.” And before I could think — I said “Then we’re perfectly matched.”  And he slowly looks down at me and says “why is that?”  Oh yeah. “cause I’m a horny bitch.”  I was very ladylike when I said this. It helps.

There’s something about being thrown around a bed like a toy. It’s incredibly erotic. Although A is not as well-endowed (and I won’t get into guys’ sizes here, its not nice) as I expected, he truly knows what he’s doing and manages to reduce me to jelly every time, but the last couple of times, doggie-style, he out-does himself. I think I blacked-out a second the last time. I hate it that I was a blissed-out mess and he just lay there clicking the remote like nothing happened. Well okay the last time he actually did fall asleep, but holy stamina Batman! If only he had a different personality…

No Comments

Post a Comment

error: Content is protected !!