I’m currently sitting at my kitchen table munching on Simple Pleasures cookies with milk. It is Day 3 of “In a Relationship” on Facebook.My best friend told me that I absolutely had to post this story… so here goes!
His name is Andreas, he’s Greek. Did I mention that he drives a Lexus or that he owns two major restaurants here in Montreal? Of course not, because I’m getting ahead of myself. We’ll save that story for another day. What’s even more interesting is what happened just before Andreas asked me to be his Girlfriend.
I’ve been frequenting this bar for a little while now. One of my best friends who will be featured somewhere on this page is a BusBoy there. We’ve fooled around a few times… but he’s played with my head so much that I’ve managed to lose ALL interest in him as a future mate. One minute he loved me, the next he told me there was no spark, and then a week later asked me if I wanted to suck his cock. See what I mean?
Regardless! There is a bouncer who caught my eye. Bigger guy, 6 foot forever… tattoos, mohawk… Bad-Boy. His name is Bob. Not my usual blonde-blue-eyed-babe, but he’s charming with edge. Friday night, I went to his place for a quickie before he had to work. Being the good girl that I am, I picked up a six-pack of his favorite beer and slipped off my thong and panty-hoes before I got up to his apartment. Bonus points for me right? He was in the shower with the door open when I arrived. He was in a mood. Rough. Fast. Hard…. Need I say more?
He told me to come in… and that he had his towel on… As soon as I opened the door, a burst of steam hit me, and he was there… nonchalantly holding a towel in front of him.. which was soon on the floor. He took me by the hair and pinned me against the inside of the shower, holding me by my neck with this devious look. He lifted my dress and instantly looked pleased. Bob then took a step back and told me to take everything off. Which I did, under his careful eye, until he couldn’t take it anymore, and he lifted me and put his full length into me. No warning… nothing. Of course I dug my nails into his back at the surprise! Then he let me down and told me to sprint to the bedroom where he fucked me so hard I had a black out from cumming 3 or 4 times in a row with no time for recovery between each.
Bob flipped me over, and asked me where I wanted him to cum. Without hesitation, I positioned my face to hang off the bed with my mouth open where he covered my lips and tongue; and I swallowed every last drop.
Bob then got strange… I had had a great time. And he went into deep, pensive, I-am-a-complex-man frame of mind. After sex, I’ll be honest… you had better cuddle me. I don’t care how you feel. I need to be held and told that I’m amazing, beautiful, sexy, tight… something. Bob put his shoes on and told me to drive him to work. And when my mood changed, he told me that matching his mood would only hurt me in the end.
We drove in silence. Put on my best grunge, screamo, heavy death metal music… full volume and left him on the corner.
This is where the story begins.
Cold shower time?
What if I told you that I let a guy cum in my mouth and then made out with another guy 2 hours later?
Hehe! Oops!!
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