bulge

We stood in my kitchen, kissing. We'd been exchanging phone calls and messages for days and now that we finally were together, we couldn't keep our hands off each other.

I had my hands on her ass, she had hers on my upper arms. She squeezed my muscles as our lips caressed and our tongues played. I held her close.

After a couple of minutes we let each other go, smiling. We had the whole evening ahead of us, a table booked at a nice restaurant. There was no rush. I looked down and could see that my partial erection was clearly visible through my trousers, a long hard bulge waiting to be released and buried inside her.

"Look what I've got for you..."

I drew her attention to the bulge. Her eyes lit up and she reached out with one hand to touch. Her fingers moved up and down the length of it.

Maybe there was a rush after all.

She led me to the bedroom and we kissed again. She seemed a little shy, but also eager. Without a word she took her stockings off, I unbuttoned my fly and released my cock so she could see it. She kissed me and put her hand on me.

I felt very hard, I was already wet. I knew she was too.

I spun her around and told her to lean against the bedpost. Lifted her skirt up and pulled her knickers down, running my fingers over her perfect bottom. Kissed each cheek and then stood up again.

I slid my erection into her. All at once. Deep.

We were both so wet, so ready, no more foreplay was necessary.

I leaned over her and reached around, put my finger on her pussy and felt her delicious wetness. I explored her, found her swollen clit and rubbed it gently while I moved my cock inside her. She gasped and moaned.

I straightened up and grabbed her hips, fucking her with long slow strokes. She was wriggling a little, pushing against me, her vagina cramping around my cock. I knew she could come like that, but I wasn't sure I could hold back if she did.

"I'm going to fuck you like this a bit more, baby. I want you to come for me. But soon I'm going to have to pull out and you're going to suck me off. And then I'll fuck you some more."

That's exactly what happened.

A couple of orgasms later we left the house and I bought her dinner.

babyholics

Maria and I are doing a very bad job being broken up. In fact, I think I'll go out on a limb and admit that we really, really suck at it.

We keep meeting for sex or, worse, for friendly walks, cuddles and conversations. If we aren't careful someone is going to go get our single status revoked.

I met her parents for the first time the other day. They happily treated us like a couple, encouraging Maria to dump me when I was out of line (which I am quite frequently, too bad she already did) and then, when I wasn't in earshot, turning around and telling her to go ahead, not bother with the contraceptives, have my babies!

I don't think Maria explained to them that we're reckless dumb kids and don't really use condoms that much anyway; I just come anywhere but in her pussy and she loves every last sticky bit of it. I'm pretty sure she didn't draw them any diagrams.

Not that it would matter. I'm sure her parents would gleefully approve, smug in the knowledge that if we keep it up, eventually it will lead to those grandkids they're yearnin' for.

(For the record, I've never been so reckless with any other woman. She just has that effect on me. What can I say?)

Of course, they can't help it. Her parents that is, they can't help giving out such dreadful advice. As soon as kids grow up and parents stop making more of their own, they suddenly want nothing more than to become grandparents. Like clockwork. Never fails.

It's like babies are some sort of narcotic.

Parents become babyholics.

But hey! If I was still trying to get Maria to be my girl, it's almost as if they'd be on my side. Funny thought, that.

blondes

When she was a child, her dad told her that in this world, blondes always came first. Her black hair would always be a liability. She believed him.

Her friend told her on Thursday, that if she went home with some long haired loser (that would be me), he'd go pick up some blonde chick. I went home alone.

Saturday night, after meeting her for a chat, playing her game, I played mine.

Went home and fucked a lovely blonde.

games

This day sucked. Can I get another one, please?

So I went out to see that girl.

Not only did I go out, I blew off a friend from out of town to do so, arranged another place for him to stay and told him I needed my privacy tonight. I also made a point of letting my date know that I had made that effort to ensure we'd be undisturbed.

I got no reply to that particular text.

We spent the evening together, at a pub of her choice, drinking beer I mostly paid for. She had actually said she was buying, but somehow wasn't there when the first bill came, and by the third round (after she'd bought one beer for each of us), she was talking about how broke she was, so I just paid for the beer. But we were having a good time together, right? Well, a good time aside from all the time I spent alone while she repeatedly got up to talk to her friends...

At the last minute, closing time, she told me she had to go home to look after her sister's kids. So no, she wasn't coming home with me.

Fuck that.

I can tell she's into me, but she's just not together enough to do anything about it. She'll just keep frustrating me until she gets so drunk she ends up in my bed, is a crap lay and then regrets it and blames it on the booze. And me. Since I'm moving to a silly country in a few short weeks I really don't see any point in playing that particular game.

The beauty of it all is, if I drop her now, she can handily write me off as just another guy who doesn't care about anything but getting into her pants...

decisions

Decisions, decisions.

A lovely lady wants to stop by my place tonight for A First Shag.

However, I've been fighting a runny nose all day. Either allergies or a cold, or both.

Should I cancel? Or should I invite her over and hope for the best?

I'll not go into graphic descriptions of why exactly I think so, but I'd wager a runny nose is pretty far down on the list of Sexy Things To Have On A Date. I think it's right above uncontrollable hiccups.

I've had uncontrollable hiccups.

I didn't get laid at all until they went away. Not once, and those damn hiccups lasted for hours.

curtains

We sat in her couch, talking and drinking the wine I had brought with me. Nice, cozy, but there was also an undercurrent of sexual tension between us. Would we end up in bed? Was it OK to touch her like I used to? Would we feel like shit tomorrow if we slept together tonight?

The mere fact that I was thinking those things meant we almost certainly wouldn't be able to resist.

I touched her. She put her feet in my lap and I caressed them, gently massaging her tired calves and the soles of her feet as we continued our chat.

Soon she moved closer, we kissed. She put her hand on my chest, caressed me, let it wander, explore. Feeling my fit body obviously turned her on. She bit her lip as her hands crossed my stomache. I kissed her again, ran a finger along her jaw and lightly over her chest. Kissed her, nibbled on her lip, breathed in her scent.

"Sit on top of me," I said.

She complied and upped the ante, stripping her top off in one fluid motion. Her round, perky breasts and pink nipples filled my field of vision. I put my hands on her hips and kissed each nipple, licking and sucking gently. She cocked her head to one side, as she always does, stared at me hungrily. Her glance kept moving down to the bulge in my jeans, it was pretty obvious what she was thinking.

"Is there something you want?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, and bit her lip.

"Shouldn't I send you to close the curtains first, baby?"

"No..."

I grinned. Filthy girl! We were on the ground floor, anyone walking by could look in and see exactly what was going on. I undid my fly.

She got on her knees between my legs, pulled the jeans and underwear down, exposing my cock. I watched as she licked me up and down, her eyes as intent on my cock as mine had been on her breasts a few moments earlier. Her tongue teased me, played with me. Soon my shaft was all wet and the head of my cock between her lips, her head bobbing up and down. She was sucking hard, she wanted to taste me, swallow me.

I tangled a finger in her fiery curls and watched as someone walked past the window.

They didn't look inside.

I don't remember if it was my idea or hers, but before I started to feel the need to come, she stopped sucking me and sat in my lap again. We slid her knickers to one side and she sat on my naked cock, rode me. I relished the hot, wet tightness of her pussy on me. I looked her in the eyes.

"Filthy slut, you know anyone could see you right now? Anyone walking by could see you fucking me in your living room, right now, like the filthy little bitch you are? You like that don't you? Don't you, you little slut?"

She nodded, her mouth open. "Yes... yes."

Shy and turned on all at once.

"Come on my cock then. Come on my cock and then finish sucking me off, slut. Go on."

She started fucking me harder, rotating her hips back and forth so the tip of my cock massaged her deep inside. I could feel her cervix rubbing back and forth against me, could feel her pussy grabbing my cock. She tensed up all at once, stopped moving and breathing, a gorgeous vision of female sexuality impaled on my manhood.

I love that woman's orgasms.

She relaxed for just a moment and stared at me. There was something incredibly horny, incredibly primal in her expression. She suddenly started to fuck me again, completely wild, eyes locked with mine. Doing her damndest to make me lose control, craving my load deep inside her. One greedy, wild gyration of her hips after another, faster, faster, faster...

"Oh no you don't!"

I pulled away. If she'd gotten off one more stroke we'd have made a baby.

Instead I fucked her mouth in full view of the entire world walking down her street, made her drink all the cum I'd been so carefully saving for her.

Then we went to her bed to cuddle.

solar plexus

Last Friday I was expecting Maria over for dinner and a chat.

When the doorbell rang, I just buzzed her in, opened the door to my flat and went on with the cooking. Bad move. Once I could hear the footsteps coming up the stairs I realized it couldn't be her. Those were the irregular, heavy footsteps of a drunk man, not the light, quick tap tap of an energetic girl's Pumas.

"Hello? Who's there?" I asked.

No answer, but soon I could see an unfamiliar man staggering in my direction.

I can't exactly remember what happened next, it was all a blur.

All I remember was that he swung a punch in my direction and my years of martial arts training just took over. I must have deflected his blow because nothing hit me. He wasn't so lucky though. When my vision cleared he was on his hands and knees, retching pathetically on my welcome mat, unable to breathe.

I must have hit him in the solar plexus, hard. I don't even remember doing so, but supposedly that's the effect it has one someone who isn't ready for it.

Fucked up.

I was shaken. Shit, shit, shit, what do I do now?

Play tough. Show any weakness and he might try again. So I put my hand on the back of his neck, held him down and growled through clenched teeth that he was trespassing and I would either beat the shit out of him or call the cops if he didn't calm down.

He seemed to believe me.

I stood up, let him go. I remembered that Maria was on her way, I didn't want her to see this. So I texted her: "Brad's here, don't come." My thumb trembled on the phone's keypad.

Once Brad had regained his breath I took pity on him, invited him in for a glass of milk. He proceeded to break down and tell me pretty much his life story, slouching on a chair in my tiny kitchen. I listened, leaning against my refrigerator, still trying to act tough. I really just wanted him to leave, but I was afraid that if he still felt angry and humiliated when he left then he'd come back with a tyre iron or a friend or something.

So I let him vent. After about an hour I called him a cab and sent him back to his hotel.

Locked my door, climbed into my bed and cried myself to sleep.

I've never hit anyone outside the dojo before. It was a scary experience, both scary to lose control like that and scary to actually be in a situation where someone wanted to hurt me. But at the same time I'm incredibly glad I handled the situation as well as I did, incredibly glad the training works and glad I could calm things down afterwards. I don't think I'll be seeing Brad again.

I kept to myself for the rest of the weekend. Had Maria over last night to tell her what happened, but aside from that I avoided people. These past couple of weeks have been rough and that was really the last straw. Getting turned down by Maria and stalked by her ex boyfriend hasn't exactly made feel very sexy and sociable, but hopefully the worst is over now.

I want to get back to being myself, move on, meet people, have fabulous sex and write about it here. I really should finish writing about that threesome with Gillian, for example. Maybe tomorrow, or the day after.

In other news, I've decided to accept that job in Iceland and will be hopping on a plane sometime in August. Exciting!

brad

Brad called me tonight. First time I've actually talked to the guy. I probably wouldn't have picked up, but he wasn't calling from his own number.

"Uh, hi. This is Brad. Um, I was wondering, uh, have you seen Maria?"

His voice was thick, as if he was drugged or holding back a sob.

"Yes, I have."

"Is she OK? Is, uh... I just need to know, she won't answer my calls, is she really alright? Do you know when she's coming back?"

"Look, mate, I really don't know what went on between you two and I really don't want to get involved. I haven't met her for a few days, but she seemed more or less OK last time I did. If she's not answering your calls, then I think you're just going to have to respect that and leave her alone."

I prudently didn't mention orgasms in the countryside or my own pathetic attempt to win her back.

"Hey, don't bullshit me, you're fucking her, aren't you? Aren't you?" Angry.

There we go.

"No, Brad, I'm not."

I didn't mention that I wished I were.

"She dumped me months ago and I'm sure she doesn't want to go there again. But I know you're not going to believe anything I say, so I'm hanging up now. Goodbye, good luck getting over her."

I hung up on his protests and stared at my phone for a moment.

Brad had called me from an Irish number.

I picked up the phone again and called Maria, told her about the call.

She wasn't best pleased, but she's pretty sure he doesn't know where she is staying. She thinks he's probably here on business, that's how they met in the first place. So maybe he isn't stalking her. But I made her promise to be careful and then went and checked the locks on my door. My address is relatively easy to look up.

Moving to another country is getting more appealing all the time.

watch me

After some negotiation, we ended up at my place.

The three of us giggled our way up the stairs, Gillian (#5) and myself taking turns distracting our conquest from her shyness with bad puns or over-the-top innuendo.

When we got in I played the gentleman, took their coats and encouraged them to have a seat in my living room.

"Can I get you girls anything to drink?"

Gillian opted for a Bailey's on the rocks, our guest followed her lead.

I made myself a Campari soda and brought them their drinks. Sat between the girls in the sofa and leaned back.

"This is alot nicer than the bar, isn't it?"

"Yes," said Gillian, "especially since I spent too much time outside with the smokers. I've been waiting all night to be able to do this." She stripped her top off and threw it into the corner, making a face. "Stinky thing."

I grinned, admired the view. "Why don't you just take a quick shower? I'll keep our guest company."

She smiled. "You just want me naked, don't you?"

Then she knocked back her drink and stood up to leave the room, shedding items of clothing on the way. She threw her skirt over my face so I just barely caught a glimpse of her naked figure as she turned the corner into the bathroom.

I raised my glass to my guest. "Welcome to my world."

"She's not shy at all, is she?" she asked, as she touched her glass to mine.

"Gillian? Sometimes she is, sometimes she isn't. This is a safe place though, so here she shows off. I hope that doesn't make you uncomfortable."

"No, I envy her. I wouldn't mind losing some clothes myself."

I put my glass down and took her hand, pulling her to me for a careful kiss. Then I stood up and helped her out of her dress, caressing her neck and her thigh and her chest as each was revealed to me. I pulled her close and planted kisses on her neck and jawbone, whispered in her ear; "I'm taking the rest too".

I unfastened her bra with one hand while keeping the other on the small of her back, holding her close so I could keep kissing her shoulders, so I could feel her full breasts pressed against my chest. Once I had unfastened the bra I ran my fingers all the way down and then up her spine, enjoying how warm and smooth her skin felt on my fingers. When my fingers reached the back of her head she shivered, got goose-bumps. I grinned and got on my knees so my face was level with her tits, finished removing her bra and began gently sucking on her nipples.

The shivers had made them hard.

They made me hard.

As I teased her nipples with my mouth, my hands roamed over her body, exploring. They found the band of her panties, slowly pulled them down until they were by her ankles. I had undressed her.

I stood up, kissed her again. "Have a seat, naked woman. Now you get to watch me."

I put a blanket around her shoulders as she sat down, handed her her drink.

I began to slowly unbutton my shirt, looking her in the eyes as I did so. Once I had it buttoned all the way down I paused for a moment, unbuttoned my jeans but left the zipper alone. The bulge of my erection could clearly be seen stretching the fabric. I ran a finger down the length of it, watching her watch me. Then I finished taking my shirt off, dropped it to the floor.

I unzipped my trousers, took a step closer to her. "Touch yourself," I commanded.

I watched her hand drop between her legs so I could no longer see the her dark pubes anymore. She began stroking herself and stared at me.

I let the jeans drop to the floor and put my hand in my boxers, grabbing my cock. I began to masturbate slowly, letting her watch my hand moving underneath the fabric. Then I let them too drop to the floor, stood there naked in front of her with my cock in my hand, stroking it in time to the movement of her hand between her legs.

I could hear Gillian turn the water off.

She'd be rejoining us in a moment.

staring

I sat at the bar, talking to ex-gf #5 and checking the door periodically. No sign of Maria. We had been exchanging messages, she knew where I could be found. Part of me wanted her to come find me, part of me didn't like that idea at all.

Each time I checked the door my gaze crossed the face of a women sitting on the other side of the oval-shaped bar. She invariably had her eyes pointed my way, although I couldn't be entirely sure she was staring at me and not someone behind me or next to me.

After a while my glances became about checking whether she was looking first, the door second.

Did I know her? She seemed familiar.

I got off my chair and made my way to the toilet, holding my glass and scanning faces as I walked. A curl here, a freckle there, eyeliner, earrings, smiles. So many women. The atmosphere seemed charged with pent up sexual energy.

As I stood by the urinal, I remembered. I had met the woman across the bar at a party a couple of years ago, we had somehow gotten into a detailed conversation about the pros and cons of monogamy. She'd been a bit weirded out by my opinions, but at the same time she had also been intrigued.

I made my way back to the bar, went the long way around so I'd pass by her. I caught her eye, grinned.

"Hi, remember me?" I asked.

"Yeah, we met at Finnegan's place didn't we?"

"Right!" I introduced myself, not expecting her to remember my name after all this time. "How've you been?"

She got a funny look on her face.

"Actually, that conversation we had at the party made me reevaluate some things I'd been taking for granted. I've always wanted to tell you." She leaned closer to me and said quietly, "I've also always regretted not going home with you that night."

I grinned.

"I was quite disappointed that you didn't. I'd invite you over tonight, but I'm afraid I have previous engagements." I glanced meaningfully across the bar at #5.

After a moment's pause I added. "Although, she probably wouldn't mind you joining us. If you're interested in that sort of thing."

She looked at her shoes.

"You saw me staring at her, didn't you?"

So that's why she'd always been looking in my direction! Hah!

My grin got a couple of millimeters wider. I introduced them and thus began what turned out to be a very interesting night.

weird

My life's fuckin' weird.

That's really the only way to describe the situation. Ex-girlfriend number 5 is sleeping in the spare room. Ex-wife (a.k.a. ex-gf #4, a.k.a. Zoe) is asleep in the sofa.

After letting #5 watch me wrestle #4 to the floor and stuff an ice-cube down her dress, I sent them both to sleep and took a shower. As I was drying myself I smelt Maria (a.k.a. ex-gf #6) on the towel and gawd, I went all emo for about 15 seconds. Maybe even 20. However, I didn't take the towel to bed with me. I really didn't and the idea didn't even occur to me.

Honest!

Zoe and I did have a spot of fun at the bar tonight though, taking turns flirting shamelessly with a young goth thing. I got her number, but I got it for Zoe.

Zoe's going to take her to see a movie on Sunday.

I just wish she had come home with me and sat on my cock.

Cute little gothling, I'm sure she'd have fit nicely.