In a rare twist of fate for me these days, last night turned into a sex night. Wanna read a steamy story?
House party. Happy birthday. Downstairs in my house. Already going when I got home from work...late. I wasn't really feeling party-riffic, but what can you do when folks are already in your house? I threw on a fancy dress and mingled.
He was the first one to greet me when I first walked in the door. A squeeze, a kiss on the cheek, and a "hello gorgeous." For some reason I've never doubted it when it came from him.
We were lovers for a while, and then lives and other lovers (Freudian typo: livers) got in the way, and our casual relationship sort of faded out. We're still friends, and friendly, and sometimes we make out a whole bunch.
This evening we kept exchanging looks and smiles. There was a spark in the air, and I found myself thinking about how much I like him, and that I kinda wanted to fuck him. For those of you who've been out of the loop on this...my sex drive has been so low that it's barely been worth mentioning. So actively feeling like fucking is a pretty great feeling these days.
Maybe he saw the gleam in my eye or maybe he was just drunk enough but whatever the case, at some point we leaned in together for a hug that turned into a very very long hug - kind of like the night we first met, when we hugged goodbye and then just didn't want to let go. Something about him feels so good to hold.
"So," he murmured in my ear, "are you gonna invite me up to your boudoir tonight?" I hesitated only for a short moment before I said yes.
In my room the door was barely closed before he was kissing my neck, his arms around me, groping whatever parts he could reach. I sank back against him, my hands fumbling uselessly at his hips. My dress got yanked up over my head, my bra effortlessly dispatched, and my panties slid to the floor. Suddenly I was pushed up against the wall, my hands scrabbling for purchase against the postcards taped to it, as he applied his tongue to my ass and plunged his fingers into my cunt.
Somehow I got him naked and we collapsed onto my bed, body parts sliding against one another, gasps of delight in rediscovering how well our bodies fit together.
House party. Happy birthday. Downstairs in my house. Already going when I got home from work...late. I wasn't really feeling party-riffic, but what can you do when folks are already in your house? I threw on a fancy dress and mingled.
He was the first one to greet me when I first walked in the door. A squeeze, a kiss on the cheek, and a "hello gorgeous." For some reason I've never doubted it when it came from him.
We were lovers for a while, and then lives and other lovers (Freudian typo: livers) got in the way, and our casual relationship sort of faded out. We're still friends, and friendly, and sometimes we make out a whole bunch.
This evening we kept exchanging looks and smiles. There was a spark in the air, and I found myself thinking about how much I like him, and that I kinda wanted to fuck him. For those of you who've been out of the loop on this...my sex drive has been so low that it's barely been worth mentioning. So actively feeling like fucking is a pretty great feeling these days.
Maybe he saw the gleam in my eye or maybe he was just drunk enough but whatever the case, at some point we leaned in together for a hug that turned into a very very long hug - kind of like the night we first met, when we hugged goodbye and then just didn't want to let go. Something about him feels so good to hold.
"So," he murmured in my ear, "are you gonna invite me up to your boudoir tonight?" I hesitated only for a short moment before I said yes.
In my room the door was barely closed before he was kissing my neck, his arms around me, groping whatever parts he could reach. I sank back against him, my hands fumbling uselessly at his hips. My dress got yanked up over my head, my bra effortlessly dispatched, and my panties slid to the floor. Suddenly I was pushed up against the wall, my hands scrabbling for purchase against the postcards taped to it, as he applied his tongue to my ass and plunged his fingers into my cunt.
Somehow I got him naked and we collapsed onto my bed, body parts sliding against one another, gasps of delight in rediscovering how well our bodies fit together.
VIEW 4 of 4 COMMENTS
sodome:
Wheeee! Sounds like a wild ride. Hadn't realized you were so gifted in the realm of description-so-real-one -can-taste-it... glad the urges are returning!
kms:
"are you gonna invite me up to your boudoir tonight?" great line, I'll have to borrow that one.
