My part 2 was light on prurient details. Hers isn’t. Read on…. (and remember, this was her part 1) I walk in front of N. and he tries to direct me to the car. I almost go the wrong way– again. (I swear it’s because I’m too turned on to think…) We get in the [...]
You read part 1 here. We pick up our story with her lying on her stomach, legs spread, ice and hot wax on her ass. I dove in, lapping her cunt ferociously. Let me pause to describe not what we were doing, but what I was feeling. Véronique is sexy. She’s young. The mere facts [...]
You read my version of the beginning of the evening. Here’s V’s: I get there a few minutes early on purpose– my little way of having some control before the night begins. Being in the bar settles me into the imminence of the date, of being with N., and I crave that feeling. I order [...]
I’ve written about this topic before, at least two times , but now’s a good time, again. One of the odd features of my sexuality, of my psyche, is that I have an insatiable hunger not just for sex, or for feeling desire/d, but for the complexification of that desire, for its refractory multiplication. I don’t [...]
Now. This most decidedly didn’t happen. This was sort of a “study” for the night that is described beginning here. But it gives you a little insight into how I planned the evening – I wrote this the day of the date, in an idle few minutes. I sit outside, the car running, the [...]
This story is long, and there are several parts that already have been posted: My first, second and third parts, and V’s first and second parts. This is the penultimate post. I will have one more – a sort of “study” that explains a bit about how I planned the date. But for now, enjoy [...]
Her part 1 is here. My version of part 2 is here. This here is her part 2. They’re pretty similar, right? But it’s always fun to see the differences. He opened the passenger door, pushed his mouth against me hard and simultaneously slipped his fingers inside me. He stepped back, closed the door and [...]
You read my part 1 here. Here’s V’s: I received a text informing me he was late just as I was approaching the bar, and he directed me to look at his blog. Same bar as last time, it was mostly empty tonight, save some regulars crowded at one end. In some ways I was [...]
As I licked the last bits of her pussy juice off my fingers, I started the car. We drove, in the rain. She touched herself, her fingers in the lacy white panties I had selected, as I drove. “It’s not far,” I said. “Unless I get lost.” I had the opening scene of Rocky Horror [...]
Before you hear from either Véronique or me about the rest of the evening that began like this, I thought I’d post the e-mail V sent me between when I dropped her off, and when I got home, all of twenty minutes later. The subject line was “things I don’t want to forget about tonight.” [...]
