Last night started in a most ominous fashion. The tweaker, who I have been attempting to employ to bring my desk out of the driveway and into my apartment, above the garage, flaked again. Making this day ten or twelve that my giant desk lingers in the driveway baiting the landlord (who lives in the front house) to come ask me about it.
Then my friend Karl called me. Karl has been a friend for some twenty years. I know he is having an affair and I tried to advise to the best way to keep it on the down low. But sadly Karl has gotten caught. He was having a giddy moment of lust called love last night and when I couldn’t take it anymore I hung up and took my laptop, a bottle of two-buck chuck, and a plate of hummus, olives, cheese, and flatbread down into the driveway to work on a proper desk.
Grad school is a bitch. I’m a walking cliché with my exhaustion, my boxes of unpacked madness making my apartment resemble a storage unit, and me in the driveway with a bottle of two dollar wine sitting at a full sized office desk at midnight – when the phone rang.
Apparently Mark saw my new ad on Eros. It’s a real hoot. Makes certain I won’t get too many calls. Check it out – look in fetish fantasy in sd.
Mark talks me into coming to his room at the Hyatt. He tells me he is black and smart. I’m pretty easy really. When I get there I discover that he smokes pot, that he is as horny as I am, that he is gorgeous, buff, dark, smart (as promised), that his mother was / is a librarian, that he lives on the east coast and that his real name is not mark.
After we toke up I tell him to strip. Then he is kissing my back, something that I discover he is very good at. He is kissing me all over with his big lips, I’m melting. Simply melting.
I haven’t had good sex in well over a year. Last week I got a practice run to see if it really is like riding a bicycle. It is! This Mark knows what he is doing. Oh yes, he does.
The kissing is rapidly followed by me sliding a magnum onto his dick that is big, not the biggest I have taken, but not disappointing. I cannot wrap my had around it. It is long and thick and I go to back onto it and he directs me to my back. I would normally, in my ubber neurotic state, not let anyone get on top of me, but he is so mellow and strong and soft that I trust him. For no real obvious reason I trust him. So I get on my back and guide is cock into my dripping vagina.
I am immediately overcome by a huge dick in me. Yes, it feels good but it hurts a little too. Mister curve was a lot smaller than this dude. I wonder if I can take it. I know I can. I want to. I am so turned on and so horny and he pushes his dick inside me. I moan. It still hurts, but just a little and in a good way. A real good way!
He pumps real slow at first, then faster then faster and deeper until I come and come and come. I am moaning like I haven’t been laid in a year.
We keep fucking like this till I tell him I simply must flip over. I stick my ass in the air, add some lube to my already well-lubricated pussy, and as he slides his dick into me he grabs my hips – I loose it. I am one big orgasm. I am coming and coming and screaming and he is shooshing me – like that will work. I put my face in a pillow and scream and moan as he squeeze and pumps and slaps my ass and pulls my hair and I am, simply put, in heaven.
One thing that struck me while we were fucking like this was when he slapped my ass the first time there was no wiggle. Nothing wiggly, just a hard ass that, while slappable and round did not wiggle like it has all the times that I have had sex with aggressive black men. I was a little sad. I wondered where I lost my ass. I lost a lot of weight. My ass is still back there but not all of it. Not even most of it. No wiggle.
But enough with the existential ass woes, I’m getting some! Hurray for me! This dude can fuck. It seems like it goes on forever. I’m in a trance. Orgasm after orgasm washes over me. I know nothing but the sex that I am. I am moaning and screaming having the best time I have had in a long time.
We flip, fuck this way, that way, every way we can. Then I have to pee. I put him in the tub and I’m fucking him. Riding him, he is moaning, it is dark, he reminds me of a gorilla – but I don’t say that, it seems like it might take away from the mood, I’m bouncing up and down, then I pull his cock out of me and squat over it, I let a big stream of piss shoot all over his dick. He is muttering something about how sexy it is, I keep pissing and pissing and pissing. Then when I have no more piss I slide his dick back in me. I ride him and we make a wet suction – slurp slurp slurp
When I’m done in the bathtub we head back to the bed. I stick my ass in the air and he slips he dick in me. I stand on my toes, which are wet with piss, we pump against one another and pump and pump. I am screaming so loud that I shove my face in a pillow, again. I’m having some fantastic orgasms. I’m so fucking loud that no one on the 15th floor of the Hyatt is asleep. No one. I’m getting fucked like I need to be getting fucked. I’m a riot of overwhelming sexy squirting fluids and noises.
We get back into the bed, fuck some more in ways that I am not certain of, I come, he comes, we collapse. He suggests that I sped the night. I say “I’m not much for slumber parties” and then I cuddle up to Mark. His skin is soft and dark. He tells me I can bite him as we discuss the positive aspects of vampirism. I bite him and bite him and bite him. I opt to not break his skin as I don’t even know him. I bite to the point just before skin breakage. If you bite you know that spot, if not, imagine.
In our post-orgasmic, post cosmic fuck bliss we talk about politics, literacy rates, travel and food, and my ass. We giggle. I fall into his arms and pass out. We cuddle for a few hours, have some more sex and spend the sun-filled part of the day eating food, smoking weed, getting him to the airport so he can head back east. I watch enviously as he heads into the airport to travel to the better part of the country.
Hopefully I will see Mark again. If not, it was a swell time. I’m glad that I opted for the slumber party, got my fuck on, and for the first time in a long time – relaxed!