Birthday Sex Marathon: Day 1

Birthday sex… probably some of my favorite sex. When it’s your birthday, your sex partners are pretty much obligated to make sure your birthday sex is everything you want and more. And while it’s your birthday, why not try to stretch it out as many days as you can? So I had myself a bit of a birthday sex marathon last year. To help my case in stretching out my birthday sex to a full 5 day marathon, I used my freshly healed piercings as leverage; after about 10 weeks my triangle piercing was healed, plus the vertical clitoral hood was also healed after 2 weeks. I timed the healing of my piercings perfectly so I could get all the birthday sex and oral I wanted.

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Hardly a week since The Australian has left the country and he was still keeping his word. We messaged every day from the time he woke up to the time I went to bed. It was really sweet, most mornings I would wake up to a few snaps and a voice message from him. He really knew how to win a girl over, even from the opposite side of the country. As my birthday week approached, I warned him that I was going to be swamped with birthday plans pretty much every night so my attention to him would be cut short. Just before going out on Tuesday, I sent him a selfie on snapchat reading, “Day 1 of my birthday marathon…” Then went off to my plans.

The Chef and I met up for drinks. We made out, played a few rounds of pool, made out some more. As we finished up our last game, we sat and had another drink, a couple came up and asked if we were still playing. We told them no and the table was all theirs. We got back to our drinks and made out some here and there. The couple kept making eyes at us. We laughed, then headed out.

As we left the bar, he turned to me, pinned me against the wall and kissed me some more. When he pulled back from the kiss, he told me, “That couple totally wanted us.”

I laughed, “Oh totally… too bad they weren’t my type.”

We made our way to get some food. Cheap burgers at Red Hot Ranch. I went on a rant about how I much prefer a good time and cheap food over a fancy stuck up restaurant any day (although good food at a fancy restaurant is fucking delicious, just not my thing for a first date, second date, third date… more like a special occasion type of date). He made note.

After cheap food, we made our way to a dive bar and got another round of drinks. We sat at a dark booth towards the back of the bar. We chatted some, made out some more. After about 30 minutes of being there, it was announced that it just so happened to be a stand up comedy night that night.

Ever single comedian that got on the stage made some sort of comment about “What a cute couple,” or “Look at them, they are going to have the cutest babies,” or the one that didn’t beat around the bush, “Let’s just clear things up here, his chocolate skin against her milky white is what we need to see more of in this country.” So being an interracial couple in a bar during stand-up equals being the center of attention even though we went to the furthest darkest booth in the bar… you’re welcome for the material I guess?

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After the stand-up, we went back to my place and straight to my bedroom. All that making out throughout the evening had me soaking wet. We stripped down pretty quick. He knew my piercings were healed and so he went straight for the kill, mouth kissed down my body and down to taste my wetness.

He licked my clit as he slid his fingers in and out. This was the first time I was able to have oral in about 10 weeks and something was falling short. He did just fine, but I found myself bored. I kept trying to tell him to try a few different things, and tried to raise and lower my hips, but nothing was working all that well, then my triangle piercing started to hurt. I took that as a sign to just call quits on oral and pulled him up. I had high hopes for him based on his kissing skills, but was kind of disappointed.

As I pulled him up, he insisted on going back down, but I told him my piercing was sore, so probably best not to eat me anymore. I was tempted to just tell him he was only sub-par, but I was also hoping that maybe it was just my piercing and that hopefully the next time would be better.

We got back to kissing. Oh my god… so much better than the oral. How can he kiss so fucking good, but have me bored when he’s eating me? It was a complete mystery to me. As the kissing got more heated, he was rock hard, I gave him a condom to put on, then I slipped him into my soaking wet pussy. His throbbing, thick, large cock filled me up as he slid in.

As he slid in and out, his body pushed into mine and the piercings tickled my clit. It felt pretty fucking amazing, that is, until he slipped out when we were changing positions and his dick hit my triangle piercing.

“Fuck!!!” I cried in pain.

The night was over. I wasn’t going to cum anymore and I wasn’t feeling it enough to keep trying. He laid in my bed for a little bit, I got up and cleaned my piercings. As I got back to the bed, I kissed him a little, then told him I had to be up early (aka get the fuck out).

He got the hint, got dressed, and went home. I took a shower and then snapped The Australian a sexy pic, “home from day 1 of my birthday marathon.” He responded with several heart eye emojis, we chatted some more until I drifted off to sleep.

It felt weird, having this ongoing messaging with a guy all the way on the opposite side of the world as I filled my nights fucking other dudes, but then again, why would I commit myself to someone that far away when I’ve hardly spent two days physically with him? I can hardly commit myself to someone I see regularly, I’m not going to treat The Australian any different.

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus

 

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