oh. my. fucking. god.
i officially worship my lover. i always have in the romantic sense, but now, he has officially achieved sex god status. case in point.
so this evening my lover comes in without too much time before i’m to go out with friends that we both know, who all idolize him and were all guys, some of whom have expressed, shall we say.. interest in me in the past. my lover generously offered to drive me to the party, but not before we had a hot private party of our own. and my god, i thought this afternoon was intense.. i had no idea what was in store for me for the second round.
we talk for a little and sit down together, him behind me (at the chair i’m sitting on now, at my desk), and to cool off after the hot sticky day i was wearing nothing but my underwear. he sits behind me and immediately starts fondling my breasts, grabbing them roughly, playing my nipples, his hot breath against my neck as i started to squirm with nowhere to go. i told him there was no time, since he’d arrived later than expected, and he said, “well, there’s not enough time for BOTH of us to come, so i’ll just have to get my pleasure and send you off horny to a bunch of guys for the evening.” the mischievousness of his voice, the sexy smirk on his face, the sparkle in his eyes knowing that he was going to be rough and fierce and that i’d love every second of it.. it put me in a mood i’ve never had in bed, laughing and quivering from wanting to get fucked so badly but also creaming myself knowing that i was getting the ultimate tease. you couldn’t have wiped the smile off my face even if it was covered in cum.. again.
he pushed me on the bed, pushing away the pillows so i was flat on my mattress. then he stripped down completely and got on top of me, and said, “see, you’re not going to get anything. i’m not going to even take off your underwear.” i begged him to at least take them off and let me feel him against my skin, and he refused, saying that if he did he might be tempted to fuck me but he wasn’t bound to give in to focus on anything else but getting himself off. he started rubbing his cock against my stomach, then ordered me to lick my hand and start working over his dick. i obeyed and started giving him a slow, lust-ridden hand job, more frustrated than i’ve ever been in my entire fucking life. with every moan i reached up and bit him, all feeble attempts to channel my sexual frustration into something hot that would make being so fucking wet less painful. he said he knew me – he knew that i liked how painfully frustrated i was getting, that i liked how he was just taking from me, that knowing that he wouldn’t cave in both agitated and excited me. he couldn’t get over how excited i was.. i couldn’t get over how fucking sexy he was being. he then said, very calmly and businesslike, that he was going to fuck my tits and have me take his load in my mouth again, and let it pour over my body.. but this time, i wouldn’t get up – i’d stay flat and let it run all over my face and neck. i agreed, but didn’t have much of a choice, so agreeing was merely formality; a fuck courtesy if you will.
i told him that i could tell he was being territorial, and how it fucking drove me insane how possessive he was getting. it was clear he wanted to dominate me to remind me that he owns my body before going into a room full of testosterone-laden little boys who couldn’t stand a chance against him, and, regardless if they knew i was with someone or not, would sure as fuck try to get with me. i told him, “you’re being so territorial,” and referenced a time when he covered me in enormous hickeys to mark his territory and ward off a loser that was trying to get his game on with me a few months back (unsurprisingly, this guy was also there tonight, among others). he then smiled, held me down, and gave me four of the hugest hickeys ever.. they’re gorgeous and so hot, something that – for me – never goes out of style. i kicked and begged him no, and laughed with each new one he gave me, and he’d say that i wasn’t marked enough yet and kept going.. all while i still had to pump him with my hand. he then kissed me passionately, spat between my tits, and ordered me to hold them together so he could fuck them. and while he’s glided between my tits before, tonight was the first night he properly FUCKED them, thrusting quickly and pushing air of me in little moans and whimpers from supporting all his upper body weight. a few times he had me suck on him to lubricate his cock for the titfucking, and held me by my hair to keep my head in place, right where he wanted it. my body was on fire, my skin blazing – i yearned for cock so badly but was so excited knowing that it wasn’t going to get any and had to wait for tomorrow.
as he told me how i was going to take his cum, he then looked at the clock and said, “it’s ten minutes before your party starts,” then pulled away, grabbed me by the ankles, and flipped me over until i was on my stomach and he was between my asscheeks. he said, “i needed to see you get some of me on your back. i’ve marked my territory on your neck and am going to mark you when i come in your mouth, but you needed to get owned on your back too.” i quivered and got so frustrated i could barely stand it, and he got so rough – he pulled my hair to hold my head down, slapped me around, smacked my ass, pressed my face down into the mattress whenever i whimpered and tried to move, held my arms down, forcefully pulled my body up to grab my tits as he rubbed against me, locked his legs around mine to secure my lower body, put his hand flat against my back to hold me down, pulled my hair to arch my back.. the fucking works. it was so amazing and he said, “you’re still going to take my cum in your mouth,” and kept going until he reached the brink, then flipped me back over, held his dick in front of me, and grabbed me by the hair to get my lips around his dick to take his cum; namely, to prepare for “the event.” he came hard and fast and i swallowed about half of the cum that came out, the rest pouring over my lips and neck while i pumped his dick to help empty his load. he moaned and writhed, at one point hitting the wall to exert the sensations he had pent up in his body, and my god did it ever make for a handsome sight as i laid there, covered in cum on my back admiring our handiwork. he seemed to rather enjoy a second “event” this fine evening, and urged me – against my will – to get ready quickly so that i wouldn’t be too late for my engagement. at this point my clit was throbbing so fucking hard i could barely walk, but somehow i still managed to freshen up, throw on a sexy little dress, and pull my hair back for all to view the 4 gigantic hickeys that adorned my neck.
needless to say, the car ride was hot and frustrating and a quick recap of the events was enough for me to reconstruct our nice little interlude of the night for this post. and as for the boys at the party? one has gotten so used to seeing me enjoy flaunting my sexuality and the fact that i’m getting laid that he knew who dropped me off; one kept bringing up my ex while keeping his eyes glued to my lover’s love bites; one kept staring at them all evening to the point where his girlfriend left; one (who was WITH his girlfriend) demanded to know where they were from, who they were from, and insisted that bites so big should be considered “vandalism” to one’s body; and my favorite, the one who tried to bed me a few months ago, could BARELY stand to look at me once he saw them. he fixated on them for the first half of the evening, then wouldn’t even glance in my direction, quietly brooding and completely withdrawn from conversation (to my surprise). then later on he attempted to re-engage, with me catching him staring every few seconds, gazing at me intently – and dare i say, hungrily – and tried to talk to me and catch up at the end of the evening as we all went home. hysterical.
maybe i should give him the url to this blog and he can see what he’s trying to stand up against. nobody stands a fucking CHANCE to my lover – he’s a fucking god and i am his devout worshipper. a frustrated worshipper at that..
off to get myself off before bed. i can’t stand it anymore – i’ve only come twice today. that’s just criminal.