Birthday Sex Marathon: Day 2

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

I woke up to a snap from The Australian of him chilling in his pool bragging about the nice weather, a “good morning” text from The Chef, and a Facebook message from Neighbor Boy asking about my Birthday Sex Marathon: Day 1. The attention these boys are paying me definitely helps show the love for my birthday week. I send The Australian a sultry “good morning” snap of me near naked in bed, ignore the good morning text from The Chef until later in the afternoon, and spill all the disappointing details to Neighbor Boy about Day 1 and tell him he better make it better that night for Day 2 of my birthday sex marathon.

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In our messaging, Neighbor Boy confirmed he’d clear his schedule for me tonight through Saturday so my Birthday Sex Marathon could commence. Neighbor Boy also told me he’d be ready by 9pm tonight, but expect a message from him earlier to tell me when to start playing with myself. I’ve hardly used a vibrator in 10 weeks, and the few times I did it was limited because my piercings were too tender. I was getting wet thinking about my toys. I told him I might just have to pull out my toys right then, he told me I had to wait till he gave me directions to use them, I obeyed.

Not long before 9pm, I snapped The Australian a selfie saying “Day 2 of my birthday marathon…” and he responded with “Have fun” and several heart eye emojis.

As 9pm struck, still no message from Neighbor Boy. The anticipation was killing me. I messaged him, asking if I should start playing with myself. He told me not yet. I waited. He finally told me to start playing with myself, told me to put on my nipple clamps, start using my vibrator, and have my rope and butt plug on stand-by. I got started and sent a photo as proof and also to get his ass up to my room quicker. He still took his sweet time.

I texted to tell him how close I was to coming, he told me I wasn’t allowed to yet. Shortly after that, he opened my bedroom door, told me to set my vibrator aside, and began to tease me. He kissed me lightly, and pulled away. Grazed his lips over my nipples, but left them just as quick. Brushed his hands all over my body, but didn’t quite caress me. He kissed my inner thighs, but wouldn’t kiss my clit. He meticulously tortured me with every move he made.

He then lubed up the butt plug and had me put it in. Nipple clamps on, butt plug in, body riled up from all the teasing, I was dripping. He dove in and ate me, licking my clit up and down as he played with the plug. My body stimulated on all fronts, I was about to climax just minutes into getting eaten, and he stops, stands up, and goes to exit my room.

I jump up, and pull him from the door, “Where do you think you’re going?”

“It’s all part of my plan, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Neighbor Boy said with a cocky smirk.

“Fuck no you aren’t,” I explained, “It’s my birthday, I’m supposed to get birthday sex.”

“It’s not your birthday yet.”

After a few minutes of this discussion, I basically begged for him to keep going, he finally let in, all he wanted was to hear me beg for him to make me come. It worked. He then tied my wrists together, vibe in my hands by my clit, flipped me over and tied the rope around me, forcing me to keep the vibe by my clit. He grabbed a condom, put it on, and he entered me from behind. Every time he pushed in, his body would press against the butt plug, my clit still tingling from the vibrator, my nipples being pinched by the clamps. All of this had my body stimulated to the max, but right as I began to climax, he pulled out, cutting my orgasm short of what it could have been.

“You ass!” I was frustrated, I came, but he intentionally slid out right at that moment to throw me off. He smiled that cocky smirk. He knew what he was doing.

He untied me, set aside the vibrator, took the clamps off, butt plug still in, and we laid there for a bit. “We should try anal,” I said.

“Not tonight,” Neighbor Boy responded and then sat up, got out of bed and started to get dressed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I questioned, confused about his response to me offering anal sex.

“I’m hungry and you told me earlier you have to wake up early tomorrow and might not want a sleep over,” he then added, “You’re welcome to come down and eat and hang out if you want.”

“Fine, I’ll be down in like 10 minutes,” I responded.

He left, I got up, went to the bathroom, took out the butt plug and washed it, went back to my room, took a sexy snap and sent it to The Australian saying “Wiped, passing out! xoxo,” got dressed, and made my way downstairs. Neighbor Boy was making pizza rolls and chicken rings; obviously he doesn’t fit my dream man criteria of someone who knows how to cook. I laughed and poked fun at him for his food choices. He told me to take it or leave it. I was hungry so I stayed. We took the pizza rolls and chicken rings to his room.

We ate, cuddled, and watched some Netflix. Not long into this, Neighbor Boy was drifting off and as he fell asleep, he started to snore. I really did need to wake up early, so I got up, and went upstairs to my bed. The joys of a fuck buddy who lives downstairs from you is your bed is never too far away.

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus

Tinder Douche

As I told you already, I redownloaded Tinder again briefly Thursday, July 7. It was about 9:30pm. Well within a half hour, I had a dozen matches, and several messages. One guy in particular held pretty good conversation, at least played along with my banter. I tend to dissect what people say and twist their words in a playful manner to start a flirtatious argument.

For the sake of this blog, he doesn’t need a name. He was a blip in my sexual life, so this guy will only be known as Tinder Douche. Well Tinder Douche started out fun and light via messaging. At one point, he said he’s not looking to date, so I jokingly told him, “I completely understand, I’m on here for strictly platonic friends too.” He was terrible on his defense, and said “No, I’m just not looking to date, but I also don’t want a one night stand.” So basically, he was passive aggressively trying to see if I would be down for a casual sex/fuck buddy type thing. I responded with, “Are you sure you aren’t telling me you aren’t looking for a one night stand so I let my guard down and fuck you the first time we meet? I’ve got my eye on you.”

I thought it was funny how hard he tried to say he wasn’t looking for a one night stand, but he also wouldn’t admit to wanting a fuck buddy, but also said he didn’t want to date. He was getting so worked up every time I twisted what he said. He eventually ended it with, “I like your style. You can really talk some shit.” Our flirtatious messaging went on until about 11:15pm when he messaged saying “Instead of messaging for the entire hour, we could have met up.” I shot it back at him, “Well isn’t it past your bedtime?” He quickly responded to tell me he could stay up till 3am tonight. I agreed to meet up with him for drinks at a bar near me. I told him to text when he got close.

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He texted when he was parking. I walked down and saw him by his car. We went into the bar, he ordered a beer and I got my usual, Jameson Mule. He seemed nice, a little bit bro-y, but not too much to send me running out the door. Aside from being nice with a dash of bro, nothing really stood out to me. We were at the bar for a little over an hour when they started last call.

Tinder Douche said he still had two hours before he needed to go to bed, so he’s open to going somewhere else. Being that I lived a few buildings over, I offered my place because I have a bar and rooftop. He declined because he didn’t want any chance of my roommates being around. He then offered his place and promised he would give me a ride home at 3am. I agreed and we drove to his.

We went to his kitchen, he poured us each a drink and we continued to talk. I noticed right away that his kitchen wasn’t your typical 24-year-old boys’ kitchen. It was pretty clean. The entire apartment was clean. He also told me how he knows how to cook. I was impressed.

Although he wasn’t my type romantically (he’s a bit too white suburban bro), he was still cute, nice, and had some redeeming qualities. At the moment, I was intrigued. I could see him being a good lay, but I’m unsure of how far I would take it or how long he’d be in the picture because he definitely isn’t my type.

After we both finished our drinks, he suggested that we could watch a movie or something in his room. I laughed, no one really watches a movie when they’re hanging out with a guy from Tinder. They don’t call it Netflix and chill because people actually watch movies. I was hesitant, but intrigued enough, so I agreed.

We went to his room and sat on his bed. He started scrolling through the TV guide and found a movie on HBO. We sat back, talked briefly, but he went quickly in to kiss me. His kisses were surprisingly full for a guy with thin lips, but being that his lips weren’t the fullest and his facial hair was well past a 5 o’clock shadow, it was nearly like having sandpaper rubbing against my face. Not fun. I pulled back and told him to be careful, he got the picture and kissed me lighter.

As things picked up, it got a bit more hot and heavy. He kissed down my neck and unzipped my jeans, pulling them off as he continued to kiss me. He then lifted my shirt off and unclipped my bra. He was pretty slick with his maneuvers, I’ll give him that. He reached down with his hand, and massaged my clit. I was in clit tease heaven at this point. Not many guys can get the right pressure on my clit that quick, but he managed to do so.

Prior to this, there had been no discussion of our kinks or desires. He either had the exact same sex style as me, or he knew exactly how to read my body as I reacted to whatever he was doing. He nailed the pressure on my clit. Then he went in to my nipples, started gently  rubbing them with his fingers, then built up the pressure into some squeezing and pinching, then went in and bit my nipples. I never told him I like my nipples bit, but he figured it out anyways. It was hot.

Soon enough, his magic on my clit and nipples had me worked up. He had me soaking wet. He knew I couldn’t resist at this point, he looked at me wanting me to want him. I paused, I was so turned on at this point, so fuck it. I told him to grab a condom and we fucked hard. I wasn’t expecting him to pull my hair the way I liked it, or to pin me down and restrain me, or to rub my clit or bite my nipples the way he did as we fucked…. but he did it pretty damn well. Some guys just fuck me the way I want it; he surprised me, nothing stood out earlier in the night, but he sure can fuck.

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He came. I didn’t. He got me so close to cumming, but alas, something about the first time rarely gets me there. I have a wall up that has to be penetrated before I trust a guy to show him how vulnerable I can be and unleash my orgasm. As we laid there naked for a few minutes, I saw the time. 3:20am. I told him it was past his bedtime and he should give me a ride home.

Once he dropped me off, I walked up my four flights of stairs, got ready for bed, and passed the fuck out. He was fun, if only I kept it at just one night, he might have not gotten the name Tinder Douche.

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus

The Tale of Pigeon Bitch

While in NYC about a month ago, I thought I would Tinder/OKC my way through and meet up with a few guys. Well, there were a lot of guys trying to get me to go out, but it never quite aligned for most of them, plus I ended up busier than expected and wanted to spend more time with my friend Ana, who I helped move there.

My profiles were simple. I reopened my old OKC account, updated the photos, deleted all the text, all the questions I answered in the past were still applied, so no need to reanswer questions. Then, I redownloaded Tinder and uploaded new photos. In both OKC and Tinder, I wrote “Chicago artist and curator visiting NYC for the first time. If you were to take me on a NYC date, where/what would it be?” I filled in OKC a little more, but kept it very simple.

I had floods of matches and messages. Most of the guys saw the fact that I was visiting and took it as an invite to just fuck me, so most openers were something along the lines of, “Come to my place and I will show you a side of NYC you wouldn’t see anywhere else.” Past all the DTF openers, there were quite a few guys who invited me to dinner, drinks, a picnic in Central Park, dancing, art museums, music, etc.

After all the conversations and people trying to tell me what they would do with me on a NYC date, I narrowed it down to one guy to meet from Tinder my friends and I now call Pigeon Bitch.  That’s right, Pigeon Bitch got his nickname because his opening line was “How do you feel about grooming and feeding the NYC pigeons?” That, plus he had a picture of him chasing pigeons and another photo of him with a pigeon shirt. All weird, but the conversation was hilarious and he seemed sweet. Not only did he have a sense of humor, but he’s muscular, dark, with a great smile.

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We did not go to groom and feed the pigeons. I know, I was disappointed too! He even took the pigeon joke a step further to invite me to a pigeon light show, which was actually a thing going on in Brooklyn that weekend, but none of the days/times worked. After a while of talking, he sent me several ideas to choose from. He was very adamant about making me love NYC because I told him my friend is trying to convince me to move there and he might need to help her with that. He took that as a challenge.

We agreed to see some Jazz in Manhattan and to meet up an hour before the show at a nearby bar at 8pm. My friend Ana and I had plans early that evening, so it worked out perfectly. Ana and I went to a bar and then grabbed some food with a friend of hers named James, then the three of us walked to the bar I was meeting up with Pigeon Bitch. We got to the bar just before 8pm, and were debating if we should all sit at the booth and have it be the four of us for a round, or if I should go sit up at the bar. Ana came up with a fucking fantastic idea, I was to sit at the bar and after Pigeon Bitch arrives, James and her would send us over drinks and be flirty and pretend to be swingers trying to fight for our attention. I laughed and agreed, so went to sit by the bar.

I sat at the bar, ordered a drink, and waited for Pigeon Bitch. He texted saying he was running late, but would be there by 8:10. He arrived ordered a drink, and then we did some basic introductions. I realized I didn’t do much questioning when we were just chatting. I didn’t know anything about him aside from the banter about pigeons. I learned he got his muscular build because he is a personal trainer, does crossfit competitively, and is the assistant tennis coach for an after school program. He’s lived in NYC his whole life minus when he went away to college for environmental science.

Once we finished our first round of drinks, I was expecting drinks to be sent over from Ana and James, but then Pigeon Bitch looked at the time and said we should start walking to the Jazz place. We closed up, and left. When we got to the Jazz place, I had 10 texts from Ana asking how the date was going and saying sorry because she didn’t get the drinks in on time for our prank. I told her it was ok and I would text her later.

The hostess took us to our seats, which were at this super tiny table at a half booth, I sat on the booth side and Pigeon Bitch had the seat across from me. He then decided even though there were people on either side of us, he would squeeze onto the booth side next to me to be closer. We ordered some food and a round of drinks, talked a bit more, and waited for the music to start.

As we sat there, I got another slew of texts from Ana. I knew she was worried about me because I was on a Tinder date in a city I’m not familiar with, so I opened the texts to see a gif of Colbert doing a vigorous finger banging motion with his hands. Being that we were in tight corridors, Pigeon Bitch saw it and we both laughed.

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This instantly changed the pace of things. We went from casually talking and just sitting next to one another, to Pigeon Bitch rubbing his hand on my knee and got a bit more touchy. I knew it was because of the gif he now thinks he has a good chance in getting laid (which I’m not gonna lie, I already was planning on fucking him). I thought it was funny how his body language drastically shifted once sex was on the table.

As the music started and the food was delivered, he continued the sexual tension by playing footsie with me until we were done eating. Once we finished, he put an arm around me and rubbed my leg with his other hand. The band came to a brief break, this was his opening to kiss me and he took it without hesitation. His full lips locked into mine, and he sucked on my upper lip as I took his lower. We then made out briefly, his technique is very comparable to my own. Some light tongue with a blend of lip suction. I’m not a fan of excessive tongue. Pigeon Bitch’s kisses were definitely enjoyable.

A few drinks later, the Jazz wrapped up. We decided the adventure wasn’t over, so we went to go play ping-pong, but the place he wanted to go to was closed. We then settled to go to a bar with a pool table back in Brooklyn. He guided us from one train to the next to get to our destination. On every train platform and on the ride there, we made out some and chatted, and made out some more. The night was still young and the sexual tension was heating up.

While on one of the train platforms, our discussion escalated. He began asking about what I like during sex. I was honest, explained that I like being submissive; I love being cuffed/tied up, teased, playing with toys, and nipple clamps (also nipple biting/pinching). His jaw dropped, he wasn’t expecting that. He then explained that he’s done some kinky stuff, but really only light choking and some smacking around, but he’s never tied anyone up or used toys. He then added that he was excited to have some fun with me because there are some things he always wanted to try.

All this talk about sex, I was almost willing to just skip playing pool and go back to his place, but at the same time, I still wanted to see more of New York. When we got off the subway, we walked a few blocks to get to the bar. He told me we were in his neighborhood. It was a quiet, tree-lined area, with rows of brownstones; very residential. I was impressed and asked how he could afford to live in such an area. And that is when he revealed he was living at home with his parents! Usually that’s a deal breaker, but he’s a one night fling, so does it really matter?

I made fun of him for living at home still. He then told me that he lives on the lower level and he has a separate entrance so it’s very private. He also added that the main reason he’s living at home is because he’s saving to buy a place. He’s 28 and would like to own a place in Brooklyn by the time he’s 30, so I guess that’s a little more acceptable. Right?

When we got to the bar, we walked straight to the back to see if the pool table was open. There were a few people playing and someone already had dibs. Pigeon Bitch went to ask the bartender for quarters, I intervened and pulled out quarters from my purse, went up to the pool table, and called next game. When the bartender finally got to Pigeon Bitch, because quarters were already resolved, he asked what I wanted to drink. I ordered a Jameson Mule. I’m now several drinks in and feeling a little tipsy, but when the drinks are free, keep them coming.

As the guys on the pool table finished their next two games, the table opened up and Pigeon Bitch and I took over. He racked, I broke. My break was fine, but my game was all down hill from there. We were playing calls, which I am usually pretty good with, but every shot I took ended up being a lucky slop so it kept going back to Pigeon Bitch. I had a few too many drinks for my game to be on point. It was a close game, I only had a ball or two left when he was down to the 8 ball. In the end, I won because he scratched on the 8 ball. Just my luck.

The Jameson was really kicking in. He asked if I wanted another drink, I declined. If I was going to fuck him, I needed to sober up a little, so I told him I was hungry and he should show me why NY pizza is supposedly better than Chicago pizza. He laughed and agreed. We called a Lyft and made our way to Artichoke for some slices. The pizza was decent, extra greasy, tasty, but couldn’t compare to Chicago style pizza. My tipsiness subsided to a good buzz. I was ready to bring the NY adventure off the streets and to his bedroom.

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We caught another Lyft and went to his place. On the way, I continued to poke fun at him for living with his parents, but he took it like a champ and brushed it off. When we got to his place, we went through the back and down through the lower garden stairs. His room was secluded, so I felt a little at ease. His room was fairly big, especially for New York. There was a queen bed, a couch, TV, desk, and large closet. All it was missing was a bathroom and kitchen and it could have been a decent studio apartment.

While he turned on some music, I sat on his bed waiting patiently. He sat next to me and went in to kiss me. It quickly escalated. The night had been filled with making out and discussing our kinks so the tension was ready to burst. It took mere seconds to go from kissing to being stripped down to nothing. He kissed all over my body and worked some magic with his fingers on my clit. We have been discussing our kinks all night, so it was pretty much all action by the time we were naked.

Once I was worked up from the clit finger tease, he got up and found some rope he had. He kind of hesitated, I told him to tie my hands above my head to the headboard. I think he secretly wanted to be tied up himself, he seemed a bit disappointed that the rope was for me, but he went with it. He tied me in such a way that the rope could still spin so I could be face up or face down, allowing a little more freedom in the positions while still be restrained.

He started off slow. Kissed me gently on the lips then down my neck while reaching a hand down to my clit. As his mouth approached my breasts, he circled my nipples with his tongue. I squirmed a bit, I pushed my hips up, thrusting towards his hand and cock. He then stopped me by pinning my legs with his knees on my thighs. His licking soon turned into sucking which quickly changed to biting my nipples.

Once he got me nice and wet, he reached to grab a condom from the bedside nightstand and put it on. He rubbed his tip on my clit and down to my vagina slightly sticking in just the tip, then sliding it back up to my clit. He did this several times as I lifted my hips up towards him. He eventually thrusted in hard and deep, held it there, kissed me, then with subtle circular thrusts he fucked me for a few minutes. He then flipped me over, had me bent over doggy style. While he fucked me, he rubbed my clit with one hand and spanked me with the other. It was fucking hot. He came. I didn’t, but I was extremely close. He told me he wasn’t done with me yet.

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I was still tied up. He took off the condom, went to the bathroom, and then came back to tend to my needs. He went straight into biting my nipples while playing with my clit. I rarely cum from a guys fingers, but something he was doing was working. I kept telling him not to stop, keep doing exactly what he’s doing. He listened and a couple minutes later I was enjoying a manually stimulated orgasm from a guy I just met several hours earlier. That was a very pleasant surprise.

He untied me and grabbed me some water. After I took a few sips, I went to kiss him and grabbed his dick. He was rock hard and ready to go again. I asked him what he wanted. He surprised me yet again; he told me to step on him. I’ve never stepped on a guy, but there’s always a first. I agreed. Before doing so, I asked what exactly he wanted, he explained to step on his chest, and lightly step on his neck, and rub my foot on his dick and balls without stepping on them. It was obvious he has done this before, he knew exactly what and how he wanted it, but it wasn’t something he brought up earlier in the night so it threw me off guard.

He had high ceilings, so it was easy enough to just stay on the bed. I stood on his chest, teased him a bit by rubbing my feet up and down his abs, then while one foot stayed on his chest, I placed the other foot on his neck and lightly pressed down choking him a little. While I did this, he stroked his cock with his hand. He was really into it, having a naked chick stand on him while he jerked off. He even asked if me stepping on him was punishment for him losing the pool game. I told him yes and that he’s been a bad boy. This got him more worked up. I then released his neck and ran that foot down his abs to intervene with his masturbation, rubbing my foot along his dick and balls as he asked, then lightly pressed his dick up against his pelvic bone. While standing on him, I started to lose my balance a little, so my foot that was playing with his cock needed to be grounded a bit to catch myself. During this small slip,  He pulled me down and jerked off for a few seconds until he came all over my tits.

He got up, grabbed us some wipes, we cleaned up, and fell asleep. He spooned me the whole night, which is always a nice feeling and even nicer when you get woken up to a throbbing cock pushing up against you while having your clit lightly rubbed. I always love being woken up to morning sex.

He grabbed a condom. I told him to sit on the couch. He listened. I was still in control from stepping on him the night before. He was way more submissive than I usually like, but I played along. I straddled him, not taking him in yet. I kissed him, then lightly bit his neck, kissed down his chest as I played with his dick. He quickly unwrapped the condom, and I grabbed in from him, sliding it down his cock, then played some more, teasing him a bit by running his tip across my lower lips. He kept trying to grab hold of his dick to get inside me, I kept pushing his hands away not allowing it. Once he stopped fighting it, I inserted just the tip and lightly took it in and out of me, then slowly took him in deeper and deeper gradually. Once I finally took him in to his base, I picked up the speed and fucked him. He came. I didn’t.

I got up, grabbed some water while he took off the condom and went to the bathroom. I laid on his bed, exhausted from only sleeping about four hours, I started to drift a little. He came back and laid next to me, kissed me gently and started to work his magic with his fingers. As good as it felt, I wasn’t going to cum, I was spent. I grabbed his hand to stop him and we laid there cuddling in silence for several minutes and drifted into a  nap.

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We woke up to his alarm about an hour later. He invited me to take a shower with him. Although he had a bathroom across the hall from his bedroom, the washer and dryer was also next to his room. He heard his mom doing laundry, so before I could walk out to take a shower with him, he told me to wait so he could check to see if she was there. I laughed, after a night of fucking, I was pulled back into reality. He was a 28-year-old guy living in the garden level of his parents place.

We showered, got dressed, and went our separate ways. Since that night, Pigeon Bitch has texted from time to time, he’s always the one to initiate. I know there’s no way we could ever actually date even if I lived in NYC, but I guess if I’m ever visiting NYC or if he was ever in Chicago, he’s a nice option to fuck.

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus

And then he called me…

Heyyy….

It’s been a while. I know. I’ve been a terrible blogger and have lots to tell you. I will get back to Capture the Flag Boy (funny enough, I ran into him at a liquor store this past Saturday). I need to fill you in on some other happenings first.

Let’s start with Shane….

Shane (aka Soccer Player, introduced in Call Me!) and I have been texting more and more the past several months since he started bartending. We haven’t seen each other since last fall, but we text basically every other day and he’s been calling me every once in a while to bitch about customers.

About a week ago, it was one of those nights. He needed to call me to tell me what went down. It was a Sunday night, so pretty slow at his bar. One of his last customers though was so intoxicated I guess he puked all over the bar… story aside, Shane called to vent about this, then he asked if I was going to be awake for a while. I told him I was up, not planning on sleeping yet. He then asked if he could come over and that he would pick up some beer on the way. I agreed.

About 20 minutes later, he arrived. We went to my bar, cracked open the beers and both caught up. Like I said, it’s been several months since we’ve seen each other in person regardless of texting and the occasional phone call about bartending, we still had a lot of other life things to get filled in on.

Nearly two hours and a few beers later and we are still talking, laughing, and having a good time. We were both on bar stools, facing each other, our legs lightly brushing the other’s as the chair swiveled. As we continued to talk, he started to run his hand on my knee and played footsie with me. He then leaned in and kissed me.

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His lips pressing up against mine with the perfect blend of lip suction and tongue all while running his hand up my thigh, around to my back, and up my neck. He has a way with his hands and lips. I missed tasting him and it felt so good to have my lips locked with his again. Several minutes of this, I pulled away and invited him to my room. I got up and he followed.

We got into my room, I took off my sweater right away as he sat on the edge of my bed. I then straddled him and went in to kiss him again. We made out as I grinded him slowly with my hips pressed against his. Oh my god, he is by far the best kisser I’ve ever been with. I wish we were more compatible relationshipwise, but that’s a different story of which I will fill you in on later when I flash back to meeting Shane.

As things heated up, he flipped me over. Now I was laying on my back, he kissed me, then made his was down my neck and to my stomach to then slowly take my shirt off. As I leaned up, he took my shirt off and continued to kiss me as he unhooked my bra. Everything he does is seamless. He laid me back down and kissed my breasts gently, then licked down my stomach and pulled my pants off and dived head first into my vagina.

Surprisingly enough, when I first met Shane, we went on several dates and had sex multiple times and had sex randomly since, but he has only gone down on me for literally a brief minute at a time so I never quite got the full experience to be able to know how good he’d be. This time, he stayed down there. He didn’t come straight in for the fuck, but wanted to give all he could with his mouth.

With the way he kisses, I thought he would be a pro down there, he was good, but not the best I’ve had. He uses too much pressure for my liking. I think it has something to do with the fact that he’s an athlete and probably doesn’t realize his own strength sometime. It felt good, but there was no way he’d make me come like that, plus I was craving his throbbing cock inside of me.

I pulled him up and kissed him. He grabbed the condom from my night stand, put it on, then continued to kiss me. He slowly inserted his dick in me. His penis is fabulous. A good 7-8 inches, thick, and uncircumcised (which I have recently began to prefer). Everything about his penis is the perfect size for me.

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As we fucked, he continued to be seamless. He’s great at going from missionary, to cowgirl, to doggy style, to reverse cowgirl all without saying a word or taking his dick out. He just grabs hold of me and spins me every which way to the position of his liking. The athlete in him that I think makes his oral pressure way off has its benefits because his moves are smooth, he’s strong, and has great endurance.

When I got on top, he came pretty quick, but that was round one. I know from our history he is good to go all night. We laid there and pillow talked for a minute. He then started to rub my breasts and worked his way down to my clit with his fingers. Hardly a minute later, he was ready for round two.

He turned me around and slid in from behind doggy style. He knows my body. Knows I like being dominated. He pinned me down, holding my arms behind my back with one hand while, using his other hand to smack my ass and grab my hips. Everything he was doing was amazing! As much as I enjoyed it, he had to ruin it by saying “Come for me baby!”

So much was wrong with that. First of all, I hate being called baby. Baby is up there with being called man or dude by a guy you’re seeing. Second, as I’ve said before (see Stop Acting and Start Reacting) I hate being told to come. That fucked me over. I was close but not gonna happen at that moment any more. He came. I didn’t. We rolled over and I told him he should know better than to tell a girl to come (I omitted the baby part, that usually wouldn’t ruin it for me by itself). He apologized and knew he shouldn’t have especially because I’ve told him that before.

To make it up to me, he asked what I wanted him to do to me. I explained I come easiest from oral, but that he needs to ease up on the pressure while he’s down there. I also told him I like being completely submissive and teased. We talked a brief moment about my kinks and I realized how vanilla he actually is. As naturally dominant as he can be, he’s never done any actual kinky stuff. He said he’s only played with a vibrator once, he’s never played with bondage, cuffs, nipple clamps, other toys. To not rush him into any of that, I told him to restrain me, bite my nipples, and tease me till I’m begging.

Once he found out I like pain, he got really into biting my nipples, more so than I expected of him. It was hot, but almost excessive. He got me super worked up. He avoided my clit just as I told him, kissing and licking my thighs and stomach and biting and pinching my nipples. He then finally licked my clit with just the tip of his tongue and I pressed my hips up. He hardly got a taste of it, and I gave in. “Come up and fuck me!” I demanded, he gave up too soon and came up. I wish he was more dominant in that moment and told me to shut the fuck up so he could continue to eat me, but he listened instead and put a condom on to fuck me.

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He slid in, I was soaking wet. We were both worked up from the tease, biting, and oral. It only took about a minute of having his dick inside me before I felt my body start to tense, my back start to arch, my breathing got heavier, and I grabbed his ass to pull him in deep as my vagina started to contract. The pulse from my contractions strained his dick and he came as well. We both came. Success.

He laid on top of me, dick still inside for a good minute or two. We kissed gently. Oral sex and kinks aside (which I’m sure with more time with me it could be perfected), he is one of the best lays I’ve ever had.

The next morning, he kissed me goodbye and left. Since then, it’s been back to our normal routine. Text every other day or so to bitch about work. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing awkward about it post sex. This was nice. What I enjoy most about Shane, he’s the occasional masterful fuck with no strings attached.

Once again, Shane and I are texting as I write this… I hope this ties you over. I will write more soon.

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus