and introducing S.

I have to admit I was a little nervous. Sometimes it happens when I know I'm going to get naked in front of someone for the first time. There's something to be said for "Fuck now. Talk later."

As the movie credits rolled and the lights came on, I started thinking about my various birthmarks and less than perky tits, that extra padding around my waist compared to his zero percent body fat. How well did I shave my twat? Does he care if I shave my twat and why should I care if HE cares if I shave my twat, anyway? Would he be a lousy lay? Would I? Would he want to see me again afterwards or would he be like so many others and slowly drift away into oblivion leaving me to wonder, if I worked out a little more or waxed my asshole would he have stayed? Maybe if I wore high-heels and redder lipstick? Would he balk at my inability to cuddle for appropriate lengths of time? Would I snore?

It was nearly 2:30 in the morning. We were sitting on my couch, each with a whiskey on the rocks, listening to music. We were chatting about nothing in particular. Well, he was doing most of the talking. I was watching his lips move and inching closer and closer tracing his arm with my fingers. This could have easily gone on longer, but I was not in the mood for conversation at that point. I was ready to test the fucking waters. Now or never.

I took his head in my hands and turned him to me, planting my lips on his. Apparently, that was all he needed. He pulled me on top of him, driving his tongue in my mouth. I love the taste of whiskey on a man. He pushed me down on his crotch and I lifted my skirt, grinding against the hardness in his pants. He let out these tiny, pleading sighs as he grabbed my ass, lifting it up and down. I pulled my shirt up over my head and he went immediately to my tits, pulling the right one out of my bra while my left arm struggled with my sleeve.

I pushed him away and grabbed his hand, pulling him to the bedroom. He pulled off his jeans and underwear in one dramatic gesture and my jaw dropped. Literally. He was surprisingly disproportionate for his very slight frame. Before I could attempt to go down on him, he beat me to it, shoving me on the bed and diving down to my cunt. I didn't even have time to take off my underwear, he just shoved the fabric aside and went for it, emitting those little thankful sighs. I grabbed his hair pushing his face into my pussy

When someone goes down on me, it's not too long before I need to return the favor. We rearranged ourselves so that I could take my turn between his legs. It was a daunting task, but I dove down determined to take as much of it as I could. I grabbed his ass, pulling his cock into me, and soon he was fucking my mouth in earnest. He makes noise. I hate it when guys are quiet. He was moaning and saying, "Fuck! Yes! God!" over and over again as I slurped on his cock. Suddenly, he pulled me up and asked quietly for a condom. I frantically gestured to my top drawer, unable to form a coherent sentence. He looked around confused, he eyes glazed over with need. I got it for him and within moments he shoved his dick into me.

Jesus! He was about the size of the dildo I use on special occasions. (side note: I am not a religious person and was raised in a pretty secular household, so I find it funny that in the throes of passion I tend to call out for Jesus). He jackhammered into me fiercely, hitting me deeper than I've had in a long time. He would slow down for a moment, pulling out a little and teasing me with just the tip, until I whined, squeezing my cunt on him, urging him back in. Then he slid home, full force, making me scream. He rotated his hips, his dick searching out every nook and cranny inside me. When he finally came he started to ease out. "No, stay. Please stay!" He gasped and panted and I clentched my pussy on him with a pulsing rythmn, making him moan into my neck. I kept squeezing until he was hard again and it started all over again.

I love out-of-control fucking. I love that glazed look in the eyes, when the animal takes over. I love the way my cunt can make a man gasp and plead. I like being thanked for my pussy. The sun was coming up by the time we finally drifted off to sleep. The next morning we beat the rush at Tom's Diner and had pancakes. As we parted ways, we kissed sweetly. He moaned, "mmm…" after each kiss, those little moans erasing away those stupid insecurities from the night before.