I had a good time (as it was happening), but I feel SO SO SO bad now that I want to puke. I have some real soul searching to do after last night............I think, for sure this time, that I might be a lesbian. Yeah, I know, I have tossed around the idea for a long time now, but always just thought it was a phase. I am sure now that it's not. So, here goes..................I fucked a guy last night.
So, I took some clients out to a late dinner last night. There were 8 of us in all. There were 4 women, including myself, and 4 guys. 2 of them were couples. Anyways, I wasn't going to drink because I still haven't been able to get on top of my headaches (thinking I may need to go to the eye doctor, been 3 years), but I ended up having 4 or 5 drinks and a couple of shots. I was talking to one of the guys their, Erik, and we kind of hit it off, and were getting along quite well. So, the group starts to get ancy, and I know that it's time for everyone to start going their seperate ways. I was feeling pretty good at that point, too good actually.
Erik is mid thirties, a little over 6', good looking, muscular, dark hair, blue eyes, ex-marine, and has about $10,000 in ink on his body. So, him and I shared a car with another couple on the way back to the hotel. There was mostly small talk, and I mostly went through old emails on my phone. When we got back to the hotel, he asked if I wanted to have one more drink. I knew what he was going for, DUH!, but I was too loopy to care. He ordered us each a drink, and then came right out and asked if after the drink, I wanted to come up to his room with him and see where the night takes us. So, I came right out and asked him if he was propositioning me to fuck him. He stammered a bit, and said yes. I chugged my drink, grabbed his hand and told him that there was no time like the present.
I should have known that I wasn't going to feel good about this when I started kissing him and it just totally felt wrong. I didn't like the stubble on his face, I didn't like that he was taller, and when it came right down to it, I didn't like that he was a man. But I kept going.
It started out with oral sex, he went down on me. He knew what he was doing, but I just couldn't get past the stubble on his face. So I went down on him............Now I have to be honest here.........I really, really used to enjoy sucking cock. I mean, I was good at it, I knew how to swallow, and could usually get a guy to cum (if I wanted to) in under 5 minutes, easy. I really tried to make myself enjoy it, but I resorted to just making sure he enjoyed it. I made him cum in under 3 minutes (I have a way of counting, don't ask. LOL). I didn't swallow, but he covered my chin, neck and chest, and had to turn away when I started to gag.
I cleaned myself up in the bathroom, and brought out a warm wash cloth to clean him up, and almost immediately, was hard again. Now, I haven't thought about condoms in like FUCKING FOREVER, but also knew I wasn't fucking him without one. Wouldn't you know it, he had some. LOL.
So, we started out missionary, which moved to me on top. But I really had a hard time looking down at him so, we moved to doggie style. With him behind me, I started getting in to it more and more and actually was starting to enjoy it. I knew my pussy was really wet by this point, so I pulled off of him, and lay down on the bed. I used my juices to lube up my ass really well and you should have seen the look on his face when I told him I wanted him in my ass. He actually said "what did you say?", so I told him that I wanted him to fuck me in the ass. It was barely a minute later before he came again, and I knew that was it.
I got up, went back in to the bathroom, washed myself off in the shower really quick, got dressed and said thank you for the good time, and walked out.
I made myself cum when I got back in to the room, and then fell asleep. I woke up this morning feeling like shit. I haven't fucked a guy in I don't know how long, and it just doesn't feel right any more.
A sometimes rambling account of things that are sexual in my life. Sometimes I may talk about my sexuality, sometimes I may be talking about someone elses sexuality. Sometimes, I may just ramble. Actually, I may ramble more than I talk about sex. Comments are welcomed. Have a question that I can answer within the blog, let me know.
life is a blur as we get older life seems to go a whole lot faster one of gods many crule jokes sorry to hear that hun
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