not my typical type--a little too masculine (i'm a more tom welling or brandon routh than chris reeve kind of guy), a little too perfect--but not the kind i'd kick out of bed either. and not the kind i expect to be a passive bitch--but there you have it. (i met him on a dom/sub website where calling the "boy" bitch is a term of endearment.) so i showed him the apartment, trying to ignore the electricity arcing between us occasionally. that attraction is sometimes best ignored. left to itself, it tends to intensify. it's a bit like letting a good wine breathe. even though you know you could just dive in, and you want to do just that, and even when you know the wine is ready, sometimes it's best to let everything be at play for a little while. let the desire ferment. you don't want to be a total whore and fuck the dude before you know his name. at least not every time.
so we're standing at the door, my hand on the knob to open it for his exit, desire arcing between us, me leaning in to open the door, him leaning into exit, our eyes a little too much on each other, our lips leaning forward for the casual peck on the cheek goodbye, when instead they brush one set over and then onto the other. exploring. locking. horny reader, are you hard yet? well i'm not writing just to make you hot and erect. there are some "teachable moments" here.
new rule for tops: if you want tail you have to have the courage to mount! maintain confidence under all circumstances. dogs do it, so can you! "normally at this point i'd be ripping your clothes off and raping you," i said, "but i know you need to get back to work, do you have time?" a smile. a yes. and i'm leading him in front of me to the bedroom with my hand clamped around the back of his neck. now i did not grow up fucking dudes this hot. and my inner brat was screaming: "he's way out of your league." but fifteen years of going around the block in new york has taught me one thing about bottoms: they are attracted to confidence like bees to clover. and they want you to want them and have the courage to show it. it's frequently what they lack. if you're a top and you don't have confidence, manufuckingfacture it or you're out of the game. grow some balls, and fill them with desire! then stuff the bottom full of your desire-hardened cock! it's a timeless formula.
new rule: how to deal with bad breath. he didn't have it. i thought i might. but this tip works either way. i took out my packet of listerine breath mints and said "i think my breath may be funky, and you don't need one, but do you want one?" of course he took one. bad breath is always a turn-off. i was with someone a few months ago who said "if you really care for the person, bad breath shouldn't matter." bullshit. bad breath is bad breath. take responsibility for your own, and don't ignore it in another, because it can torpedo your fun and make the whole scene go down like the lusitania. the trick to dealing with bad breath: simply be kind about it. listerine breath mints can be fun. get to know them. there's also drops and mints. i try to avoid things with sugar because they can actually make your breath worse later on.
new rule for tops: if your bottom is gagging it's time for a quick check-in. don't assume anything. some bottoms live to be gagged. i fucking love those guys. i plow into their faces with abandon and they gag and gag and gag before thrusting me away to gasp for air. and then what do they do? they dive back onto my cock as if their life would end without it. now that's paradise for a top like me, and apparently for them as well. there are even a few bottoms out there who like to be gagged to the point of throwing up. not exactly my scene and the clean-up is a bitch. i mention it to illustrate the blog's number one rule: don't assume anything about another person sexually. just because something doesn't appeal to you is not evidence that another won't love it. so i pulled my bottom bitch's head off my cock by his hair and asked him: "are you the kind of bottom who likes to be gagged or not?" he said he loved it. i pushed his head back onto my cock and thrust it deep into his face.new rule for everyone: give folks the freedom and opportunity to be complex! people tend to like more than one dish at the smorgasbord of erotic adventures. and loving carrots doesn't mean you can't love broccoli or spinach as well! i love deepthroaters. and i write about it and praise them. but it doesn't mean i don't love other types of cocksuckers (read my first post about blogger adventures from 1/18/2010) or rimmers or tight asses just as much. people frequently see that i'm into bondage or oral or flogging or whatever and they assume that we're not a match because they're into vanilla. bullshit. give people the freedom and the opportunity to be complex! just because the leather daddy is flagging dark blue for fucking doesn't mean he wouldn't like your lips locked around his cock. just because my man from today looked like a football star didn't mean he wasn't going to allow me to wrestle him to the mattress. and i did!
the scene was a kind of wam-bam and it was over quickly. i asked him how much time he had and he didn't have a lot. so after fucking his face for a short while, i lifted his legs over my shoulders and fucked the cum out of him. i wanted him to cum while i was fucking him because i wanted him to want to come back for more--and sure enough--the second assignation is tomorrow night. i then flipped him over so i could get a good visual of his ass and blew all over his back.
HOLY SHIT! Details soon please!
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