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

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

 

3 Boys, 24 Hours

The Australian left at around 4am. I woke up at about 11:45am to a “good morning” text from him. He hasn’t left yet, but he was already keeping his promise to stay in touch and we continued to text until his 6pm flight. I also woke up to a “hey” text from Neighbor Boy. He hasn’t seen me since before my recent VCH piercing and wanted to know if I was free that evening, I told him I had a date with The Chef at 8pm.

I wasn’t free that night, but there was a window of time free from the moment Neighbor Boy would be getting home from work and when I would need to be leaving for my date. And that is when pre-date quickies was born. He told me he’d be up around 6:30pm to fuck.

Late as per usual, Neighbor Boy came up just before 7pm. I blew him briefly and we fucked. After our quickie, I got dressed and ready for my date with The Chef, no time to shower (so gross, but fuck it). I ordered a Lyft, realized I was running late, texted The Chef and made my way to Balena.

As I arrived, I felt out of place. It was upscale and the people dining there were all a decade or more older than me. It was the type of nice restaurant my family would go to for a special occasion, not quite what I’d expect of a first date with a guy my friend matched with on Tinder, but then again, he’s a chef so good food obviously matters.

Blunt as always, I laid it out as soon as I sat down and told him that the place was a bit overboard for a first date. He told me we could go somewhere else, and I told him it was fine, I’m sure the food is fucking amazing, so might as well stay. And it was; everything we ordered was made to perfection.

When the bill came, he went to pay in full, but I always offer to pay half, he went with it. I’m iffy about situations like this; I don’t mind paying half, and I usually insist on it, but being that he’s the one that chose a place that ended up coming out to nearly $150 check for the two of us seems a bit steep for a first date, but whatever.

Overall, throughout dinner, we made a lot of connections and the conversation was fluid, he was nice, but there was no spark. I honestly got more of a gay vibe from him than anything, but he even made a point to say he’s not into dudes even though I never mentioned it… meaning he’s aware he comes off as gay?

Outside Balena, I ordered my Lyft home, we chatted some, said our goodbyes, it was kind of awkward. The Lyft pulled up, he went to hug me, then I went ahead and kissed him? Why the fuck did I kiss him? But the kiss was actually pretty fucking hot. His full lips lightly sucking mine and the perfect amount of tongue made for a really good first kiss. It was on, I told him to get in the Lyft with me.

I wasn’t really into him as a person, but that kiss had me intrigued enough. We got back to my place, I showed him around, told him to sit while I excused myself to pee. I went to the bathroom and checked my phone, The Australian texted saying he was in LA with a few hour layover till his connecting flight to Australia. I texted him back, “I’m still out with my gay hubby, sorry! Have a safe flight home. I wish you were here!” I then peed, washed my hands and went back out to The Chef.

I took him to my bedroom and we made out some more. We broke for a quick pause as I blurted out, “Sorry, just a quick FYI, I got my vertical clitoral hood pierced like a week ago and my triangle several weeks ago, they’re still healing. Technically I can have sex, but I also kind of made a rule not to have sex with new guys while they’re healing.” He said that’s fine and we proceeded to make out.

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As the kissing got more and more heated, he told me he gives great massages. I can’t resist a good massage even if it is his excuse to get me basically naked. I stripped down to just my panties, gave him a bottle of lotion, and let him work his magic. He massaged my neck, back, arms, legs, and teased me by gently rubbing my ass and inner thighs barely grazing my clit.

I couldn’t take it anymore, I turned around and pulled him in and kissed him. He kissed down my neck and to my nipples. Fuck! I’m totally screwed. He got me beyond soaking wet. I resisted, pulled back, sat up, and looked at him smirking. I know what he’s doing, but I needed to resist a little longer before I could cave.

He then asked if I have ever been with a black guy. Thinking to myself, yes, many and one just a few hours ago, but I told him, “Yes, why is that every black guy’s question?”

He then explained how huge he is and wanted to warn me before moving forward. I laughed and told him, “I’ll be just fine, but thanks for the warning.” I then proceeded to tell him, “I might need to break my rule, definitely no oral and no touching the piercings, and you’ll have to be extra gentle…” Fuck it, breaking my no sex with new people while my piercings are healing rule. This guy doesn’t have minimal repeat potential, might as well get it in now.

He agreed to being gentle and we went forward. He stripped down and revealed his big black cock. It was definitely pretty fucking huge, but not the largest I’ve been with and I told him as I saw it, “You weren’t lying, you are pretty fucking huge… but I’m sure I can handle it, I’ve been with bigger.”

A shot to his ego, but someone needed to do it. He was cocky and that shit doesn’t fly with me, plus I was only telling him the truth. I got up and grabbed him a condom. We kissed a little longer, he slipped the condom on, and then made his way into my soaking wet pussy. His cock filled me up as he slowly pushed in and out of me.

Yes, his cock was big, but I’m no size queen. What really had me going during the sex was the continuous making out. He was definitely high in the ranking for his kissing style. We fucked missionary for a few minutes before I stopped him, my triangle piercing was hurting and I couldn’t risk fucking up my piercing over sex. I really wanted to keep going. If it wasn’t for my healing piercings, I probably would have cum, a rare first fuck orgasm.

After sex, he lingered, but I was kind of over it. I told him I should probably get some sleep. He got the hint, got dressed and headed out, it was about 2am.

In less than 24 hours, I blew and/or fucked 3 guys; oops (sorry, not sorry)!

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus

 

No Tinder, Two Tinder Dates

Shortly after Letting Go, I got my Vertical Clitoral Hood repierced. Neighbor Boy missed his small window for anal sex, at least for 2-4 weeks while my VCH was healing. I refused him anal sex without oral sex first, and oral was off the table while my piercing was healing. We still fucked, but less than usual due to my healing piercing.

This worked just fine. My friend Ana was in town for a week, then it was Thanksgiving, so not much time to fuck anyways. On one of the last days before I left for Thanksgiving with the family, Ana and I went to breakfast and she swiped away on Tinder. Ana isn’t on the market per se, she has a boyfriend, but still enjoys swiping through Tinder. She uses it to meet potential models for photoshoots, find fun things to do whenever she’s traveling, meet new friends, and the occasional side piece for her open relationship.


While we were eating, we were talking and I was joking about how my ideal guy would either be a chef or a massage therapist. Moments later she right swiped a chef and matched. “Want me to give him your number?” She asked. I laughed, agreed, and then she said she would give it to him after chatting with him some.

Later that night, I got a text from my brother. He needed me. The boy he used to date that he’s been talking to again was supposed to join us for Thanksgiving, but the boy canceled. My brother was devastated. While I parked by the bar to meet up with my brother, I saw the name “Alex” flash across my notification bar on my phone. I opened the snap, there was nothing significant, just some people hanging out. No one I recognized. Kind of weird for Alex to send it to me. I just shrugged it off and moved on. I went into the bar and hung out with my brother to let him vent over a few drinks.

I was driving, so I only had one while he ordered a couple rounds of shots. He had already been drinking, so it didn’t take long for him to get fully drunk. Once it seemed like he was too drunk to get home, I offered to drive him and his friend Mel to his apartment. When we got to my car, the name “Alex” flashed across my screen again, I opened it just before I started driving them home. Same thing, some random people hanging out. No one I knew or cared about.

Once I dropped my brother and his friend off, I looked through my friends’ snap stories and saw my friend Alex… but his full name was listed just below the other “Alex.” Who the fuck is this “Alex” that’s been sending me snaps? I looked at his story and a few snaps in, I heard his voice, he’s Australian. I figured it out. He and I matched a year earlier on Tinder but never exchanged phone numbers, but did exchange snapchats. Nothing ever came from it then, but he decided to come out of the woodworks for some reason. I let it go for now. It was late, I was tired, I wasn’t looking to start snapping him back yet.

The next day, my family and I were off on our road trip to Virginia for Thanksgiving. I wasn’t intending on filling the long weekend with boys, but somehow it just happened that way, at least talking to boys all weekend. First, The Chef began to text me. This was a weird setup being that he matched my friend Ana and had no clue who I was, so first thing first, he asked for photos. I sent him a few, he sent a few back. We got texting, very basic “What do you do for fun?” “What are you looking for?” “Are you originally from Chicago?” Etc. The texts were fine. Nothing exciting, but he was cute and met my chef requirements.

Later, my family was mostly calling it a night and I was intending on doing the same. That’s when The Australian sent me another snap, this time a selfie with a Happy Thanksgiving sticker. This is the first he revealed himself. Finally, a face to refresh my memory of this tinder match a bit more. Up until this point, I haven’t responded to any snaps he’s sent the past few days. This one though finally prompted a response; a selfie and “Happy Thanksgiving to you too.” He responded with heart eyes and the flirting was on. We messaged back and forth continuously for the next few hours. As I realized that it was nearly 3am and we have been snapping for about four hours, I wrapped up the conversation and gave him my number telling him to text me sometime if he wants to continue this conversation.

The next morning, I woke up to a “Good morning” text from The Australian and the texting was on. The next few days of Thanksgiving break he and I texted basically non-stop. During this time, I hardly heard from The Chef, which was fine, I wasn’t fully into him which was unfortunate because he met my chef requirement. As the week wrapped up, I was more and more excited about The Australian and nearly forgot about The Chef, but once I was headed home, both asked to set up dates, I accepted both. I had to still give The Chef a chance because Ana was excited about him, although I was really only interested in The Australian.

The Chef was easy, he asked for a date and time and that was it. The Australian and I have already formed a strong dialogue with extremely flirty banter and even inside jokes… he wanted to see me the second I got home, but that was when the catch was revealed, he was leaving to go back to Australia for three months two days after I got home. Now I’ve become conflicted; The Australian seemed super sweet and genuine and really wanted to meet me, but then if I meet him there’s already a pre-conceived end or at least a pause while he was back in Australia.

Is it worth meeting someone of romantic interest (not just sexual interest) if you know you would only have two days together? Is two days enough to build any type of foundation to keep us in touch while he’s gone for three months? Is it worth it? I’ve told myself I would never do long distance relationships, but now I’m being faced with a guy who will be living on the other side of the world for three months. Shit. I reluctantly/excitedly agreed to meet The Australian.

I’ve set up two tinder date for when I got back without having to sign onto or swipe on tinder in months. Funny how that shit works out.

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus