I’ve chatted very sporadically with a guy for about three years. He seemed very into me – in an almost desperate, clingy way – and that was kind of a turn-off for me. Plus, not that it’s right but his only job at the time was a pizza delivery guy. While I should give him kudos for being gainfully employed, a guy with a job as opposed to a career just isn’t really on my radar. I’m sure we’d exchanged pics forever ago but at the time I hadn’t been thoroughly impressed (I would assume; I do not remember at all). We exchanged pics again about a week ago and he had me hooked. He totally has Aaron Rodgers’ eyes. I adore Aaron Rodgers. Plus, his hair and facial hair look just like Ashton Kutcher’s. So, imagine Ashton Kutcher with Rodgers’ eyes….there was no way I was saying no to that.
We met at a hotel and fucked like rabbits. I’d told him that the most times a guy had ever gone with me was twice (maybe three times but I couldn’t remember for sure). His mission for the evening was to top that. To quote him as we fell asleep, “I didn’t just top that, I annihilated it.” And, he pretty much did. We went 6 times in a matter of three and a half hours, then again once in the morning. He was dominant with me and it was nice to submit. But, he doesn’t have a dominant personality, if that makes sense. He likes to be in charge in the bedroom but he didn’t have that commanding aura about him. I did as he said because he was rough physically with me (which was totally okay with me!) and because that’s what we’d decided our roles would be. But, if I had flat out refused to submit he wouldn’t have been able to change my mind. Whereas, the more naturally dominant type guys can get me to do whatever they want just by looking in my eyes a certain way.
He wants to see me again and I think I’d be game for it but I can’t say for sure. The thing is, he talks too much. He goes on, and on, and on which would be tolerable if he let me talk sometimes too. But he doesn’t. At one point he asked me what my favorite movie is (he fancies himself a movie buff). As soon as I told him what it was he started rambling about this, that, and another thing related to the movie. There was absolutely no discussion. It was only me listening to him talk. He also commented on 5 years worth of “Best Picture” winners from the 90s. That’s the way it was the entire time. I am not exaggerating when I say I don’t think I ever said more than two sentences at once. I *never* told a complete story. At one point I even told him that he was not a good listener and it didn’t phase him at all. He just kept talking. I can tell you about at least 10 of his sexual exploits because he went on about that at length also. I get sharing sex stories. It’s a fun thing to do when you get to know someone, especially when it’s just casual sex. It didn’t make me jealous at all. But he went on, and on, and on about ‘em. Not in negative way that compared me to them at all but just sharing stories. The only time he wasn’t talking about fucking other women was when he talked about movies for 15 minutes and right before the movie conversation when he analyzed fast food for 15 minutes. The sharing sex stories would have been more tolerable if it had actually been sharing, as in we both did it. But no, it was just him talking.
The more I write about the evening the more I think maybe I won’t see him again afterall. lol. Considering he lives almsot 2 hours away it’s not like we could ever meet up for a quickie. It would always be an overnight, to make it worth it. I really don’t want to spend hours listening to him talk again. Though, I can see it being worth it if it’s been a while since the last time I had sex. It was awfully nice having a cock fill me up again. He did have a nice cock too. About a half inch more and it would have been *my* ideal cock. He had me gagging to the point of tears running down my cheeks which was a huge turn on for us both.
One thing that turned me on with him was that my pain turned him on. With other dominants I’ve been with I feel like it’s the power of being in control that turns them on, not necessarily the pain itself. Some may not really think there’s a difference and before last night it wasn’t a distinction I would have made. But I could tell whenever I was in pain he’d fuck me harder, hurt me more, and his cock would thicken. That turned me on like no other. I also liked that he didn’t let me get away with much. While I didn’t get a feel for his dominant aura, he also wasn’t a softie. He pushed my limits. I don’t think I’ve ever given a guy a rim job before. I hate the idea of it. Few things gross me out as much as the idea of having my tongue where poop comes out. But, this guy has major OCD tendencies and after some coercion and a little force, I eventually relented. It wasn’t awful. Definitely not a turn on for me though. He mad me do it quite a lot and he loved it even more because he knew I hated it (which yes, totally turned me on).
As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve never orgasmed during sex. Last night was no exception. But, I think I’ve gotten closer than ever before. We were doing it doggie and he was pounding me hard and fast which is how I *love* it but most guys can’t do that long because my pussy is so tight. Then he started scratching my ass. OMG. Best combination of pleasure and pain I’ve ever experienced. For a guy, he had some sharp nails. He’d scratch down my back too but that was not a pleasurable kind of pain.
My favorite moment from the experience happened this morning. I woke him up and we chatted a bit. As I went to get out of bed to get ready, he pulled me back onto the bed and climbed on top of me. As I figured out what he was doing, I pleaded that I was very sore from last night and I wasn’t wet at all. He looked at me and said simply, “You think I care?” and plunged into me. It hurt so fucking good. It did hurt, that is for sure but it was among the best erotic pain I’ve ever experienced.
He was obsessed with being in my “top 5″. So, I think I’ll use that as an idea for my next post!
