fucked

I was on my knees and elbows on the bed, waiting.

She had the bulb of the feeldoe in her flushed, postorgasmic pussy. The feeldoe's cock, bright blue, had a condom over it and she was covering it in lube.

Then she began to push it into me. Gently at first, carefully. She wasn't used to being the one doing the fucking, didn't want to hurt me. I opened myself up for her, relishing the feeling of her prosthetic cock penetrating my greedy asshole.

So good.

Then she started to fuck me. Slowly at first, then with more vigor. I shivered and shuddered, pushed against her, ordered her to fuck me harder. I only had to say it once. Moments later she was moaning and fucking and slapping my ass like a pro.

And I got well and truly fucked.

luck?

I remember when I first slept with her.

I remember how she looked sitting on top of me, her flat stomach and proud breasts filling my vision as my erection filled her.

I remember the note she left the next morning, after I had chivalrously left her alone in my flat. A note on an envelope, thanking me for a good time, adorably signed. An impeccably good sport about her philandering host dashing off to honor a previous engagement he had with another lovely lady.

After that, a blur of sex, restaurants, drinks and dates. Her, some others, but increasingly her. I was inexorably drawn into orbit around her fiery curls and glorious body. And she seemed cool, even intrigued, by my womanizing ways. I remember thinking to myself, hopefully; have I found a partner in crime?

Then, suddenly, she was a prude and we were having a relationship. It wasn't just fucking, we were becoming a couple and jealousy and love and claustrophobia took center stage. We broke up, got back together again just to break up some more. And so on.

Finally I fled, hid on a crazy volcanic rock in the north Atlantic.

...

This morning as her mouth gently massaged the head of my cock I marveled at how lucky I am.

Somehow, since I got back and we inevitably got together again, it has all been as effortless as it was complicated before. What used to be good sex has become amazing sex. I ask for a blowjob, she happily obliges. I ask her to come on my face, again I get what I want. She begs me to come on her tits and I return her favours.

We discuss making babies and attending orgies.

Sometime in the future of course, not now, not next week, she's not ready.

Or so it seemed until she started browsing Gumtree.ie this afternoon. Suddenly we have a date and I realize that I had indeed found a partner in crime.

We'll see about that baby thing later.

domestic bliss

I came home from work, walked up the stairs shedding keys, shoes, jacket. Carrying a bag full of groceries.

At the top my girl stood waiting for me. Barely dressed really, although she had made an effort of sorts. Her perky, round breasts were nicely framed by her low-cut top. Her legs were bare and she had silky knickers on. The way they didn't quite cover her pink pussy gave it all away though.

I could tell what she'd been up to.

I played dumb. Kissed her hello and put my arms around her, the way I always do. Headed for the kitchen, knowing she'd follow me. Went through the motions of unpacking the food, getting ready to cook dinner.

"Maybe we should have a little cuddle first?" she suggested.

I put on my best leer.

"You don't want just a cuddle, girl." I pulled her to me.

She feigned innocence, but the way her body pressed against mine belied anything she could possibly have said. I took her hand and led her to the bed.

Orgasms and cuddles. A home-made burrito dinner and another session of fucking later, we slept. Then we woke up.

...

I love being a guy sometimes. I love waking up in the morning and feeling my cock grow hard. I love having a sexy, naked, freckled girl next to me. I love being able to simply roll over and press my chest against her lovely back, my cock against her delicious bottom, my lips to her sensitive neck. I love the simple joy that brings.

I love being able to run my fingers over her frame, feeling the curves of her hips and breasts. I rub my scruffy chin against her neck and put my hand between her legs. Sometimes it's caresses, sometimes it's a firm pressure, my hand hugging her pussy. Sometimes she's wet already and I just dip my finger in and slide...

Whatever I end up being in the mood for, it wakes her up.

She'll wake up a bit, press against me, rub her neck against my chin. Her lips will part in a silent moan as my fingers trace circles around her little clit. I'll watch her mouth and listen to her breath as my fingers move. So beautiful. And by now, wet.

The moans become audible.

My finger, slippery.

And about now, she's wide awake and can't wait anymore. She turns around and goes down. Her mouth hungry for my cock, which I'm happy to let her taste, lick and suck. She does it so well. I feel her tongue caressing me, watch her curls, the back of her head moving. As the feeling grows, it's not me that's moaning, it's her. Sounds of horny greed escape around the cock that plugs her mouth.

I lie back and enjoy it, for a bit. But only a bit.

"You're a right cocksucker, aren't you? Get off me, lie on your back."

She does as she's told, eyes wide and mouth open. I lie on my side next to her, put my hand around my erection and guide it between her legs, pushing just the tip into her slippery, swollen pussy.

"Now rub your clit. I want to feel you come on my naked cock. I want to feel you squeeze me, I want to feel your pussy vibrate on me."

And that's what happens. I pinch a nipple gently, moving my hips ever so slightly to rub the head of my cock back and forth inside her. Her fingers rub her clit just right, I stop moving now and again to enjoy the feeling of her fingers' vibration travelling throug her body and along the length of my erection. Then I move some more. And pause, feel. And move some more.

"You know, I'd love to do exactly this, lie next to you with my cock inside you while some slut sat on top of you, rubbing her clit over your face."

I slid a bit further into her.

"I'd like to lie here and watch while she got your face all wet, while you slid your tongue back and forth from her opening to her clit, around and back again."

Most of the way out again. Paused.

"And when I'd watched her come on your face, I'd pull out of you and get up on top of you, right behind her. I'd slide my cock into her pussy, right there in front of your face. I'd let you watch from up close as I fucked her. I'd let you watch as I slid in and out of her, so you could smell both of us and her wetness would drip onto your lips."

I slid a bit further in. The vibrations felt so good...

"I'd fuck her like that, right on top of you. And you'd watch from up close as we both came and I pumped her little pussy full of cum. I'd fuck her deep and hard and shoot my load into her, right there above your face. Then I'd pull out and my cum would come dripping out of her pussy and onto your lips."

I could feel her pussy grabbing me, now.

"And then she'd sit on your face again, you'd eat my cum out of her wet pussy. And I'd go back where I was and stick my cock back in you. My cock, covered with my cum and her juices, sliding back into you. And you'd come all over that filthy cock while the girl rubbed her soaking pussy all over your face."

And she came. I held still as she arched her back, gasping, pushing her wetness onto my now massive erection, her orgasm frantically massaging my cock.

When she was done, I pulled out, straddled her.

"You like that idea?"

She stared at me. "Oh god. Yes. I want that so much," she whispered.

I put my hand on my erection, moved it up and down a couple of times and shot my pent up load clear across her chest, hitting her just below the ear. And again, all over her chest. And again on her tits.

Then I put my hands on her cum-covered tits and played with them, rubbing my spunk all over her while she bucked under me and came again, without anything even touching her overexcited pussy.

fingers

I have my fingers between her legs and my lips by her ear.

"You feel so warm, so wet baby. I love how your pussy lips get all swollen and inviting when I touch you like this," I breathe into her ear.

I slide my finger gently from her clit to her opening and back again, punctuating my words by sliding my fingers gently over her clit and tracing slow circles around it.

"You know I could so easily slide my cock into you now. Your pussy would swallow all of me up at once, it would feel so good. Just sliding back and forth inside you, feeling your pussy grab onto me. She's so strong, baby, it's amazing."

I keep running my finger gently around her small, hard clit. I relish how wet she is by now. How true my words are. My cock is hard, but I'm in no rush to do anything with it, I'm happy to just play her body like some sort of erotic instrument.

She's rocking her hips now, pushing against my hand.

"I love making you feel like this. I love bringing out the filthy little slut in you, I love making you come. Are you going to come for me, baby?"

She gasps out a breathless yes and I slide my finger back down to her opening, teasing it gently. I don't put my finger in her, I just feel how wet she is and tease her a bit.

"Right there. Right there, I could slide my cock into you. You'd grab onto me and your greedy little pussy would try and suck the cum out of me. You know she would. And you know if I let you come on my naked cock I wouldn't be able to resist, I'd just have to come too, fill you with spunk."

She's moaning now, rocking her hips back and forth against me, eyes closed and her mouth open. So beautiful, I watch her move, her flat stomach and perfect breasts. And in this moment, she is all mine. At the thought of me coming inside her an "oh yes" escapes her lips and her breath quickens.

I slide my finger up and down slowly, feeling the wet fullness of her pussy, sliding back and forth over her clit on each stroke. Her wetness has spread to cover her entire pussy, the rest of my hand, her thighs...

"You'd like that, wouldn't you baby? You'd like me to push deep inside you and just fill you with cum. You'd like to feel it pumping into you and filling you up and leaking out of you again."

She would.

"Or maybe, maybe you'd like to watch me do that to someone else. Maybe you'd like to watch me play with some other girl like I'm playing with you now. I'd make her all wet, play with her pussy until she begs for my cock. And you'd watch and play with yourself."

She opens her eyes wide and stares at me as the meaning of my words sinks in. "Oh god, yes," she whispers.

"You'd play with yourself and watch as I pushed the tip of my cock into her."

I touch her opening, caress it.

"Just like I could push it into you, right here, I'd push the tip of my cock into her, just a little bit. I'd slide out and then in again, fucking her slowly at first, then faster and harder as her pussy squeezes me and she moans and moans."

She has totally lost control now, her hips moving frantically back and forth as I slide my finger back and forth over her wet slit, up and over her clit and then back to her opening again. And again and again.

"You'd watch as she starts to come on my cock and I'd lose control and just pump her full of my cum. We'd be beautiful. And then once I was all done, I'd walk over to you and put my sticky, cum covered cock in your mouth and let you lick me clean, tasting my cum and her juices together."

Her body convulses, she's coming. I quickly take my finger off her clit, covering her pussy with my flat hand, giving her something firm to buck and push against. And buck she does, hard, the orgasm taking over her whole body.

"That's right baby, come for me."

It seems to go on forever and it's the most wonderful sight in the whole world.

And when she's done, exhausted and breathing heavily, all snug in my arms, she's still mine. My cock is still hard.

She'll be coming again, and we both know it.

naked

She stood there in front of my shower, stark naked, testing the water temperature with her hand.

I just stared.

Every curve was perfect. Her calves, her thighs, her bottom. Flat stomach, perky breasts that are almost exactly a handful each. The curve where her shoulder met her neck, the perfect place for a kiss. Her petite ears, her jaw. Her happy smile and bright eyes when I asked her to turn around.

She got in the shower and I went to make breakfast.

But that vision was with me the rest of the day.

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.

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.

changes

Eventful past few days. Maria came home, we had a smashing time, and then promptly broke up properly. Ouch.

Yesterday I was offered a new job. In Iceland, of all places!

Wild night-life, expensive beer, stunning nature, sexy women. New place, new faces.

I'm tempted...

come for me

I picked her up from the airport, wearing that jacket I know she likes, shaved to just the length of stubble she prefers. Hugged her, exchanged shy kisses, carried her bags for her out to the car.

We took a big detour. Up into the hills, the countryside. There wasn't much talk, but I had my hand on her thigh and she was playing with the hair on the back of my head. We were looking for someplace quiet, private.

The roads got smaller, twistier, traffic more sparse. She kept playing with my hair, it was good.

"Sorry, we have to stop soon, I really need to pee," she said suddenly.

So I pulled over.

There was a small grove of trees by the roadside, she wobbled somewhat unsteadily on her high-heeled boots through the grass and out of sight. It was peaceful, aside from the occasional car which rumbled by. Cloudy but not cold, birds chirping in the trees.

I wandered through the field on the other side of the road, giving her her privacy. I noticed a row of trees and shrubs seperating the two fields, an irrigation ditch. A hill. A secluded spot out of sight of the road.

It would do.

Maria emerged from the trees in the distance, stood by the roadside looking for me. I walked towards her and waved her to come. She moved slowly, watching her step all the way, but making progress. She had the biggest smile and fiery curls, so pretty. So very pretty. We met in the middle of the field, I put my arms around her and kissed her gently, then a little more urgently. She responded in kind, her fingers sinking into the muscles on my arms.

The kiss ended. I grinned and tripped her onto her back, ended up on top of her, pinning her to the ground. She giggled, I kissed her again. Moved suggestively on top of her and kissed a freckle, then another one, an eyebrow, her neck.

She was breathing heavily by now.

A car drove by, reminding us we were in plain sight.

I stood up and pulled her to her feet. Led her across the field, over the hill, towards the trees. To the spot where we could lie next to each other, out of sight from the road. The grass and earth were soft underneath us. We kissed, touched each other. She ran her hand over my chest, my hip, found my erection and began massaging it. I put my hand on her chest, felt the shape of her breast, found a nipple and squeezed it gently through her black top. We kissed.

"I want your cock in my mouth," she said quietly. "I've been fantasizing about that for days now, every time I've masturbated I've thought about your taste and your smell." The breeze moved her curls, framing her pretty face, while her hand kept moving on my erection.

"Please," I replied.

I unbuttoned and unzipped, pulled my pants down. She knelt by my knees, licked me up and down and took me into her mouth. Moved slowly at first, but decisively. She was getting what she wanted and for a little while that field, with the birds and the breeze, was heaven for me. I tangled my fingers in her curls, pulled her to me, mumbled incoherantly. Lost in the moment I came in her mouth, shuddering in the grass. She kept kissing my erection until I'd stopped twitching, then she moved up my body and our lips locked.

Cars rumbled by in the distance. We didn't care.

"I want to be inside you," I said.

She struggled out of her boots and tight jeans, straddled me and slid her knickers to one side, put her wet pussy on my naked, still erect cock. She moved on me, slowly, squeezing my cock with her pussy, rocking back and forth. So tight, so wet, so soft. I tensed and relaxed my stomach muscles, pressing against her in time to her rhythm.

"Come for me, baby. Come for me."

She came. Her face tensed in beautiful agony, her mouth open as if she was surprised by what she was feeling. I felt her pussy squeezing me harder still, her whole body tensing and relaxing as the feelings rushed through her. I couldn't take my eyes off her, I just wanted to watch her come forever.

Nothing lasts forever.

But a few minutes later she came for me again.

messages

I climbed into bed last night, after spending far too much time fiddling with my blog's template. I had left my cell phone in bed, so I hadn't heard the messages I was getting.

The first five I could have done without. Brad seems to have gotten hammered on a Tuesday night and decided to spew hate and threats in my general direction. Fucker. I'm glad there's an ocean seperating us.

The last two messages were ever so much nicer. Maria can't stop thinking about me. She wants me. She wants to taste me, feel me, have me in her and on her.

Reading those made my cock so hard, I felt it throbbing, pulsing. I could almost feel her pussy on it. Sleep was suddenly out of the question, again. I messaged her back, told her she'd be getting all those things she wanted and more in just a few days. Told her I was about to come all over myself again, thinking of her.

Then I rolled over and masturbated, hard and fast. I'd probably have hurt myself if the thought of her hadn't made me absolutely soaking wet already.

I came all over the place.

Fell asleep with a smile on my face and my phone in my hand.

When I woke up, I went through my messages again, smiling like a loon. Until I realized what I'd done. One of the messages I'd meant to send to Maria, had actually gone to Brad instead.

Oh shit.

phone call

Last night I called Maria to hear her lovely voice and tell her goodnight. It didn't take us long to get completely filthy on the phone.

I let her listen to me come.

After the call I couldn't do anything but lie flat on my back and breathe for a few minutes. Her listening makes it ever so much more intense than just a regular wank would be.

Once I'd recovered, I wiped myself clean, got up and wrote her a long e-mail describing exactly what I'd been doing and thinking about while she listened.

I fell asleep grinning at the thought of her sitting at her desk at work, blushing and getting all wet.

shivers

Optimistic one minute, pessimistic the next. That's how it feels to be waiting for my Maria, waiting for an answer. I try and relax, focus on other things, but I fail. Mood swings like that are tiring and fatigue is easily misunderstood. I was getting worried that maybe I wasn't as hot for the girl as I had proudly proclaimed the other day.

Then she showed up online, we had a chat.

She was afraid I wouldn't fancy her anymore, said she had gained a few pounds and would be all grubby and pasty from working and living in the big city.

I helpfully offered to scrub her clean when she got here.

The mere thought gave me shivers.

thinking about you

Shit, maybe I've been too cocky about my chances with Maria.

She e-mailed me tonight, said that although she still had feelings for me, she's actually been seeing someone for the past few weeks. Some guy named Brad. I've really never liked that name. She doesn't want me to call her anymore, she wants time and space to think things over.

Fuck.

In the same batch of messages, there was one from Miss Hot Tub. Ironically, the e-mail started with the exact same words I had used in a text-message to Maria earlier tonight:

I'm thinking about you.

What followed was a detailed explanation of exactly what she'd like me to do to her in her cheap room in downtown Barcelona, with the window wide open, in full view of the working girls walking the street below...

I'd been waiting for her to show up online, so I could tell her "in person" that we should probably cool it a bit while I figure things out with Maria. It wouldn't do to be flirting with the one while I'm telling the other that I love her and want to give things another try.

Maria's e-mail is making me have second thoughts about that.

I really don't know what to do. Sleep on it, I guess.

clarity

I love vodka. I don't drink as much of it as I used to, but every time I do I'm reminded that I'd make an excellent alcoholic. The morning after a good time with one of those bottles I'm not hung over. I'm cleansed, high on life, relaxed. Confused as well, tired, but in that comfortable way where you're just physically forced to relax because you're incapable of anything else.

Yes indeed, I'd make a great alcoholic.

Sunday morning, I staggered home after massive amounts of the stuff.

Tears were running down my face, but I didn't care. The booze had torn down that wall in my head, I knew what I had to do. I stripped naked, climbed into bed. Called my Maria, at seven in the morning. She answered, sleepy and confused.

"I love you", I blurted into the phone. I'd never told her.

The line went dead.

It didn't occur to me for a moment that she'd hung up on me, it had to be the battery in her phone. Had to be. I composed a rather dramatic message telling her I loved her, wanted her back. Sent it. Her replies confirmed what I knew, it was her battery and it wasn't a lost cause.

I passed out.

You don't get that sort of clarity from anything but vodka, straight up.

When I woke up around noon, I called her again, we talked.

We spoke again this evening, if moaning and touching ourselves and sharing an orgasm over the ether can be called "speaking". I am so looking forward to being inside her again.

She didn't actually say she'd be mine.

But I know she will.

airplanes

Airplanes are the bane of my love-life.

A love-life which seems both complicated and frustrating at the moment.

That lovely, lovely girl I broke up with a couple of months ago will be back in town soon. My Maria. For the rest of the summer, then she leaves again. I still haven't quite given up on her and don't really want to become involved with anyone else until I've seen her and know what the score is. I know she misses me.

I've also been missing her alot lately and have deliberately been fighting the urge to have that third pint, stay out that extra hour, find someone to distract me. I need to deal with those feelings instead of avoiding them.

A stupid, insistant part of me just wants to have her for the summer, even though I know she'll leave again and it'll be over. Again.

At the same time, Miss Hot Tub has been in touch, she wants more of me, more of my cock. She sees me as a potential partner in some very interesting crimes, and I must say, I haven't met someone as sexually intriguing as her in a long time. We could do all sorts of new and interesting things together. Things that would be worth the plane fare.

She also made the right noises regarding kids and settling down "eventually". If everything else worked out, with the right "someone". All such thoughts are obviously premature after a two night romance, but they mean she's worth a serious look. Aside from the few thousand kilometers seperating us, that is.

Then there's that third girl. That one Maria hates. That one I don't dare touch until I'm absolutely sure I'm moving on. That one who kept shamelessly trying to get me to cheat. I know I'm going to bump into her downtown one of these days. Will I run? Or will I finally let her have her way with me?

I want to. I'm just not sure it's worth having to lie to my ex. See, she too flies away in a couple of months.

Damn airplanes.

making up

We'd been a bit strange for a while. Understandably so.

We weren't quite fighting any more, but things weren't quite right either. We'd missed our stride. We both wanted to have sex but instead of sliding right into it as usual, we were hesitant, akward.

We both had underwear on, usually we both slept naked. Usually I could touch her, hold her, breathe on her neck. I'd feel her respond, or not, no words would be necessary. But her neck wasn't available tonight.

We snuggled down, facing each other, bumping knees, looking each other in the eyes.

"This is weird, isn't it," I said.

"Yes."

"I want you, but I can wait."

"I want you too."

I saw just a hint of something in her eye, something clicked. I reached my hand out, gently grabbed the back of her head, pulled her to me. We kissed. Softly at first, then more hungrily.

"Then we don't wait," I said. It wasn't a question.

I slipped my underwear off and guided her face towards my cock. I held her there, gently, but forcefully enought that she didn't have to take any responsibility. She was doing what I wanted. Her mouth felt good on my cock, warm, soft. I felt myself getting bigger and more swollen. She was getting into it, I didn't have to hold her anymore. I knew she was getting wet.

I reached my hand out for the box of condoms by the bed, got one out.

With my other hand, I grabbed the hair on the back of her head, pulled her off my cock and brought her face to mine for a kiss. I handed her the condom.

"Put this on your finger. You're going to keep doing what you've been doing, and play with my ass at the same time."

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you," she replied, timidly.

"Just do it."

She did. I pushed gently, opening myself for her finger. We should probably have used lube, there were a few twinges as she worked her way in. But it was fine. And then it was good. She put her mouth back on my cock and moved her finger inside me.

I relaxed. That was the ticket. I let out a sigh, a moan. Felt the odd distant sensation where my ass takes over and I almost stop feeling my cock, let alone anything else. I gave into it for a while, just floated.

Then I came back to myself, slowly, told her to stop.

"Lie on your back, I'm going to fuck you now."

She did. I slid into her, no condom, rock hard. She gasped, stared at me. This was against the rules. I slid out, back in. Felt her tight softness, felt her hot pussy grab onto me. I wanted to just hammer her, pump her full of cum right then.

But I didn't.

I stared her in the eye and played with her like that until I felt it wasn't safe anymore, pulled out, put a condom on. Slid back into her and stopped holding back. I put my arm around her shoulders, empaled her on my cock, pulled her to me and ground my pelvis against her clit, rotating my cock inside her. She moaned and pushed against me.

It was time.

I started fucking her, in and out, in and out. Pulling her to me on each stroke.
She came. I came.

I rested on top of her, kissed her, smiled and looked at her beautiful face, still inside her, still breathing hard.

She gazed back at me in wonder.

Neither of us had been expecting that.