Ever since Natasha and I became friends, she’s been asking for M & I to arrange a sequel to this post. What can I say? She’s a total lush, doesn’t want to get her own sexy sex blog, and so she peer-pressures innocent ladies like me to get hammered, have a wild and crazy fuck, and then write about it. Because I am an awesome friend, I decided to try and accommodate her desires and do just that.
Beyond the fact that it was an amazing fuck, M and I just had a really fantastic time together last night. He had worked hard, had gotten a lot more done over the past 2 days than he anticipated and was feeling good about that. I’d had a rough afternoon and was teetering on the edge of allowing myself to fall into that dark place I get sucked into. The end of my workday was challenging – I was waiting to hear back from someone on something important and never could get connected there, the kids had been particularly (for them) disobedient and, let’s be totally honest, annoying… I was tired.
So once the kids were in bed, I poured a drink. A large one. M was tired of the vodka bottle in the fridge, it’s a strange height that doesn’t fit on any shelf. He declared that I was to finish what was left. I told him if I did that, I’d be on the floor, would he pick me up? M: “No, but I will fuck you.” My jaw dropped.
He wanted to send an email, take a shower, make his lunch for tomorrow. Then he’d help me finish the bottle. So I made myself another very large beverage, leaving some for him, and hung out on Twitter with my pals. M typically has little patience for this, but last night he had the Christmas spirit (or something) and was particularly charming and witty and interactive and participatory. He’d finished all his things to do, and was being goofy with me and my friends. I told him to go drink his drink, and to hurry up because he’d promised to fuck me.
He left the room, and went to our bedroom. In his hands when he came back were the ridiculous Kama Sutra book and the dvd we’d watched on our anniversary. We lasted about 5 minutes into one of the dvd scenes before he was teasing my nipples. He forwarded it to the lesbian scene. Now we’re talking. In my loose-tongued state, I told him just how much I’m still interested in finding a woman to fuck. He is on board.
He lifts me up, bends me over the arm of the couch, and starts fucking me. Spanking me. He spanked me so hard I wanted to say our safe word. But I forgot our safe word. So I pushed him away from me and told him to stop, which he did. We started fucking again and I turned my head to the side, watching the women on the screen, and I start running my mouth again. Telling M how much it turns me on, the thought of doing that with someone.
We make it to the bedroom, and I ask him to just get on top of me and let’s fuck. So he does – and it’s SO good. Soon he wants more friction, which he gets by turning me over on the edge of the bed. Here’s where some details go hazy, but I definitely remember shouting something to the effect of “I want you to fuck me like this while I lick a pussy!!” Yeah. So.
After we’d both had enough fucking and reached orgasm(s, for me), we laid there, talking, laughing. M suggested we don’t fuck again until Saturday night, when he’s going to spray come all over my face. I agreed to this, despite how I will feel by Friday without sex for so many days (I know, I know – many of you want to tell me to shut my mouth for that one). I agree because he’s been giving me exactly what I need the past couple weeks, and I want to do the same for him. He’s been planning ahead, making the moves, and generally surprising me with his level of desire and creativity. Reed says I’ve trained him. I think we’ve just finally gotten on the same page. I love being here, being with M.