Try, try again.

I’m convinced I’m a slut. I just am. I want sex all the time, I think about it all the time… My mouth salivates at the idea of a hard cock. I’ve been around the kink block here and there and I’m itching to try some new things. I don’t want a monogamous relationship or a partner… I’m just not there in my life.

Instead I want to fuck…and laugh and play and be friends with the people I fuck. I want it to be fun. I want to care about them. I want to cream my panties over text messages and drop what I’m doing for a quickie and then fix my hair and go right back to my day like nothing happened. I want to make people tremble when they think about my lips on them.

So. When I put out my chat ad (the one that resulted in the dead fish), I of course had other responses. I was sifting through them and found one that sounded just like this ad that I’d almost responded to. I sent a playful email back and soon we were chatting. No picture exchanges yet, just straight imagination.

Mon dieu! when I say I’ve never come this hard by myself I mean it! The things he said…the delicious way he talked to me simultaneously like an innocent little girl and a dirty used-up whore…  After the chatsex (yeah it’s corny but it’s so hot) we described ourselves to each other. He was totally turned on by me, I could tell he’s not the type I’m usually into. But I’m expanding my horizons, so I played along, telling him how I thought “barrel chested” was sexy and that I liked that he was a real man. He responded well to that.  The conversation heated up again and it wasn’t long before my fingers had strayed down south again. When I was coming he begged for my phone number so he could hear me. I gave it and could tell when I heard his voice that he was jerking off to me. I put on a good show while he alternately called me a dirty little girl and praised me for my sexy moans and whimpers.

The next day we met at a bar. I was right; he wasn’t my type…he’s big and burly and hairy and manly; I tend to like more of les nerds classiques.  But I wanted him to fuck me anyway. There was something appealing about the idea of going home with him just to spite my own preferences. Plus he said he wanted to eat my ass. I’ve never done that and I wanted to try it, so I made him bring me back to his place.

It was fucking gymnastic…the ass play was nice, but I could do without it. His cunnilingual skills were much more impressive to me. He brought me way up and kept me there for about an hour… Then finally I was lifting my hips off the bed and begging for his cock. He, on his knees, lifted my hips, pushed it in and fucked me slow and hard, rubbing my clit with his thumb and ordering me to say filthy things until I came again. I went out of my mind and collapsed in a heap of sweat and cum and tears while he got off on watching my body writhe and listening to me whimper. I rubbed his hot cum into my breasts and licked it off my fingers and then passed out.

In the middle of the night I woke to his hands exploring my body again. I grabbed his hard cock and told him to fuck my face like he was paying for it. He took to the idea eagerly. He brutally abused me like a whore who overcharged him, pulling my hair, forcing his cock into my mouth, spanking me, calling me names, then made me deep throat him over and over until he couldn’t take anymore and shot his cum straight into my mouth while I greedily gulped it down. Then he kissed me long and hard, and we both fell asleep with his fingers inside me. I woke at 5 am with his big, hairy, muscly arms around me, snuck out of bed, put my dress back on and slipped out the door quietly.

C’etait magnifique.  Parfait.