The Gushing Conclusion: Where Are My Panties? Part 3 of 3

I had been so entranced with recalling the previous night's events and swirling my fingers all over my vulva that I did not notice when the door crept open.

“Good morning”, he says and I jump, startled. Mystery Boy stands in the doorway, as naked as the night before, with that same smile splashed across his deservedly smug face. I pause, then remove my hand from my cunt and smile shyly. He walks, unassumingly, into the bathroom and takes a piss. I stand up, leaning on the counter's edge watching his firm ass sway. Now finished he walks to the sink, washes his hands and kisses me softly on my cheek. Cheek turns into mouth, neck, chest, and then stomach. Before I know it, I have my feet on his shoulders and my hands pulling his head scuba deep into my pussy.

The marble counter is cold and satisfying on my bare ass. His tongue moves so fast in starts and stops, it almost vibrates. His fingers are thick and dexterous filling and caressing the walls of my eager cunt. I can feel the pressure and buzz of anticipation building as my pussy swells in cadence with his touch. Drenched with pleasure, I rest my head back bumping against the mirror.
He stands up, his sheathed cock rock hard. He grabs firmly to its base and slides, slowly and carefully, into my welcoming cunt. He is still for a moment while I squirm adjusting to his dick.

Cautiously, deliberately he is now thrusting into me. I can feel every inch of it cradled by my buffeting pussy. In this lethargic moment, I can feel his strong pulse and the extreme warmth of the blood rushing into his dick.

Impulsively, he wraps his arms under my exposed ass and lifts me. Brutally, he throws me up and down on his agile dick. He slams me against the wall and fucks me ferociously, every thrust forcing my entire body up the wall. The rough wallpaper is electric against my partially perspiring posterior. I wrap my trembling legs around his waist and my arms around his sizzling neck. In this position, I am engorged and emboldened. He yanks me off the wall and carries me to the bedroom, all the while I am straddling up and down controlling his motion.

There that smile is again, mischievous and unapologetic.

We lose balance as we reach the bed and fall with a thud. I see him peering at me, comfortingly, through squinting eyes, watching me enjoy each lust dense moment. My legs thrown haphazardly in the air and I wrap my arms around him again, pulling him in close, my fingers can barely touch.

My breathing becomes unstable. He bites my shoulder and I quiver. My pussy is throbbing, and his bright red pubes gently wiping across my swollen lips with each thrust send me barreling over the edge. With one violent spasm, my feverish cunt ejects his dick and a river of juices. He pushes his dick back into my gushing cunt and continues to pummel it. He is vibrating inside of me. He yanks his cock out and caresses it to the startling finale, spraying cum from my belly button to my chin. Sweaty, breathless, spent, and smiling from ear to ear we dilute into the sex soaked sheets.

Many moments of rapid breaths and wiping sweat from brow later, he leaves the room and returns with a warm damp cloth. Smiling, he silently cleanses my fluid slicked tummy and leaves again. The shower is running. I lay still enjoying the pulsating soreness of my exhausted pussy.

After drying and getting dressed in a most comfortable silence he announces, “My name is Eric.”
I laugh, having unconsciously forgotten that I did not know his name. I reply, “Cheryl.”

I get up. Gather my things. He walks me to the door. I kiss him. I open the door. He reaches for my hand. He squeezes slightly in that way that men sometimes do.

My legs are al dente as I stumble to my car in the bright morning sun. I drop my things on the passenger seat, start the car, put on my seat belt and pull away. I never imagined my first thought the morning following my 30th birthday would be, "where are my panties". I also never imagined that I would leave them stuffed in a stranger’s linens. Never in my life have I wanted them to be uncovered so badly.

Waste Not, Want Not: Where Are My Panties? Part 2 of 3

Mystery Boy is stirring in bed. I should probably peak my head out of the bathroom door to make sure he is still asleep. The Z’s are still pouring. Sitting back down I’m realizing my pussy is dripping wet. I slide my hand under my skirt and begin to massage my clit. I want to remember more…

As he stands up from the couch, I notice that his pants had disappeared at some point. His bare legs look strong. You can see the muscles work under the bright red fleece of hair that thickly covers his thighs. His thick cock is stiff. He delightfully grabs and tugs at it, as a small child would do absentmindedly at the dinner table. My eyes travel from his proudly presented bouncing erection upward to his chest and face, which are drenched in the juices of my pussy. I laugh nervously, and he licks his fingers. “Damn, can I get the recipe” he inquires with a smile. He reaches out his hand to help me up, but instead I lean forward to grab a hold to his dick and comfort it within my rapidly watering mouth. 

My sudden move knocks him slightly off base; he takes a small step backward to steady his footing. His breaths deepen every time his cock reaches the back of my throat. His movements are slight but his tightly squinted eyes, firmly balled fists and viciously curled toes, make it seem as if his entire soul is pouring into the shaft is his still swelling cock. It’s funny how stiff his body is. I start to speed up and he loses balance completely, we fall back onto the couch, his now pulsating prick still in my mouth. 

He is silent, except for sharp breaths, until a grunt sneaks out. Now every exhale is paired with increasingly savage grunts. Suddenly he wraps both of his hands around my head, holding it still, and begins to fuck my throat. I like the savage behavior he is suddenly showing. His whole body begins to shake and I know he is going to cum. His hands jerk to move my head, which is unnecessary. He falls deathly still and silent. I can taste his salty, sweet cum as his dick opens fire on my throat.

After a long pause, he finally moves, inhales, and exhales with a giggle. I kneel back and gladly swallow his cum, no use in letting it go to waste. He leans down, gently kisses my lips and whispers “thank you.” I stay on my knees, as he recovers, playing with his still swollen cock. It jumps with his heartbeat and I begin to follow his pulse, letting it bounce on my tongue.

Now that he has recovered both of our Hypnotiq hazes are waning and the curtain of sleep is dropping faster than my panties on our spinning heads. He leads me to the bedroom; I lie down on the deceptively soft all white linens and find my swiftly drifting away. I awake moments later to one of his hands on my shoulder and the other offering me a glass of water. I take it willingly, knowing that the next morning will be an aspirin filled fiasco if I don’t. I finish the water quickly and set it on the dark, wooden bedside table. Mystery Boy then leans forward to kiss my forehead. He then, surprisingly cartwheels over me onto the bed. We share a laugh. He lays his head on my titty and casually swirls the nipple with his tongue as we melt to sleep.

Where Are My Panties? Part 1of 3

I never imagined that my first thought the morning following my 30th birthday would be, "where are my panties?" However, for better or worse this happens to be the thought sprinting across my foggy mind at this moment as I sit up straight in this comically large bed. For that matter, where are my bra, pants, and heels? I am also wondering whom this person lying next to me snoring like a wildebeest. He is cute though, even with his bright red unkempt curly locks and matching sparsely tamed beard.

My second thought is to run. In this current situation, that seems rather silly if not blatantly illegal. Swallowing that primal motivation, I decide it better that I cautiously spill myself out of bed slowly planting my feet into the soft chocolate carpet of this rather well designed bedroom. Walking… rather creeping unsteadily to the bathroom I catch sight of my discarded clothing and, thank god, my cell phone.

Closing the bathroom door behind me I immediately wiggle back into the smoky skin of yesterday. Now that I am clothed, I can at least think about where I am and how I got here. After a few minutes of flipping through my phone looking at last night’s pictures and text messages, the night starts to come back to me. After a few too many gin and tonics, Mystery Boy and I ended up back at his place. I do not remember how it started, exactly, but I do remember.

This boy smells like cinnamon, adrenaline and cigarettes as he is nibbling the tender nape of my neck. Somehow, in the circumstances this particular combination is more intoxicating than a fifth shot of Stoli. His hands are exploring my body through the fabric of my tank top, until I find myself topless and helpless and I love it.

He lays me down on his plush carpet and the fibers tickle the supple skin of my back and thighs. It is only now that I can feel the warmth of his body as he puts his weight on me. He sits upright and removes his shirt in one fluid movement. His hairy chest is slick with sweat and now pressed up against my exposed tits. His skin is soft but slightly rough and stunningly responsive to my hands as they hold tight to his hips and shoulders mimicking the rhythm of his movements.

He is good.

I cannot help but to think that I may not be the first damsel he’s brought back to his castle. My mind wanders into the sticky abyss of trysts pass, for a moment, until I am jerked back by the feeling of my too short skirt and panties had, seemingly, evanesced into the ether.

His head is barely visible with his entire mouth buried deep in my pussy. The wet noises, slurps and licks, turn me on even more. When he realizes I am watching, he looks up and gives a knowing smile licking his lips. The whiskers of his mustache are satisfyingly prickly against my clit adding to the finger and tongue combination making my legs shudder with each lashing of his flat wet tongue.

Through sharp breathes I manage to whisper, “I’m going to cum”. To him it probably sounds more like, “I’m… gonna… ooh... cum!” My legs clamp shut and hold his head in place, but he does not stop. He keeps licking and fingering my now swollen and, for the moment, satiated pussy. He only sops once my legs have loosened their vice grip as I fall into a post orgasmic coma.

After catching my breath and returning to stasis, I open my eyes to see him watching me. He is sitting on the couch staring down looking over every inch of my body as I writhe around enjoying the heightened sensations arousal brings.

He is beautiful.

His body is tight but chubby, hairy but smooth. He has a youthful look in his bright emerald eyes, and I can tell this isn’t the end of what he has planned for me.

Cheaters

Last post I talked to you dudes and dudettes about a girl I met in my favorite coffee shop. She'd cheated on her boyfriend and wanted help deciding whether or not she should accede her misgivings. I told her not to. It seems as though some of you would disagree with me. In the comments for that post my new friend Clara wrote:

"I guess what I'm saying is that I think it harms the relationship to keep the secret. It may keep things smooth for a while, but do we want an easy relationship or a real one? Cheating in the first place means that something is off. It could mean she isn't really ready for monogamy, that her feelings for her boyfriend are waning, that she isn't mature enough to make the good choices, or that she isn't really happy. Whatever the reason, the mistake she made is proof that there is something to fix. But she shouldn't fix it alone, she's in a relationship! The whole point is it's not just up to her if they should stay together and work on it or end it, it's up to him too. He should know all the facts, and they should make these decisions together. By keeping this secret, she is being unfair to her boyfriend by taking his vote, and limiting her own growth as a person. By pretending nothing is wrong, whatever IS wrong cannot be addressed. "

Clara makes sense. Nothing she is saying is wrong; however, in this situation her reaction is the wrong one.  Our young woman slipped up only once, in her two-year relationship. She has been drenched in guilt since the incident with her spicy Latin co-worker and I think she should give herself a break. We too often put extreme amounts of pressure on ourselves to be perfect, which is an unrealistic goal. Everyone deserves a get out of jail free card every once in a while, consider this hers. 

If she ever slips up again she needs to confess. If she finds she has any negative consequences that will soon be communicable, flaring up, or in nine months bursting from her uterus she needs to belt it out as if Mariah Carey became She Hulk and ate Beyonce, Whitney Houston and Minnie Ripperton.

If no negative consequences come from this mistake then a confession of guilt will only serve to remove the weight of guilt from her shoulders and put the weight of betrayal onto his.

Along with giving ourselves a break, we need to learn to shoulder our own burdens and not pass them off to others. Your mistakes are yours. To illustrate, say you are a multibillion-dollar multinational corporation of British origin that sells petroleum. If you where to say make a bad decision causing hundreds of millions of gallons of oil to pour into the sea for months killing gargantuan numbers of wild life and cause untold damage to the ecosystem of the world, you should keep your mouth shut. You should stop the leak, fund wild life preservation efforts and pay dividends to the families that have gone bankrupt because you murdered their only source of income.  Not make a half-hearted apology on global television and continue not to give a fraction of a millionth of a shit.

We are humans, and to human is err. There is no reason why we should be held accountable for every single one of our missteps in life.  Think of all the little and big things you have done that you have gotten away with. If you have not, then you are holier than thou I guess and you can look down upon us in judgment.  I’m guessing you are not a metaphysical being that may or may not exist so just focus on loving and embracing yourself, all the while crossing your fingers no one is currently digging up your dirt.

Blah, Blah, Blah

Today while I was in my favorite sub shop, I met a girl who had a problem. Her problem was  that she'd met a complete stranger, me, and was about to spill her dirtiest secret to him. Luckily for her she picked the right stranger. I will spare you from sifting through the emotional vomit she spat onto my shoes but the summary is that she'd cheated on her boyfriend of two years with Some Latin Guy (SLG) from her job. I say "Some Latin Guy" because during this 25min non-stop out pouring of crazy she referred to him as having come from every country south of and including Mexico. I think it was mainly because he can't speak English and she can't speak Spanish but none the less.

What she wanted from me was to help her decide whether to tell her boyfriend or not. I think we all know what I told her... Shut your fucking mouth. 

There is literally NO reason why, at this point she needs to tell Boyfriend anything. The way she explained it to me, SLG is keeping his non-English speaking mouth shut, as far as she knows she hasn't caught syphilis or a fetus, and she's set a appointment to get checked for any STIs and pregnancy. She's doing everything she needs to do.

However, if Boyfriend asks, she needs to spill it. If she caught something, she needs to spill it. If she finds out she's knocked up with Some Half Latin Baby by Some Latin Guy, bitch better sing. In every other circumstance she needs to zip her lips with a padlock and stop talkin' all that blah, blah, blah!

Telling Boyfriend will only help her to feel better, and him to feel like shit. If it doesn't murder her already  tumultuous relationship it will at the very least send a pair of jet liners through their proverbial twin towers of love.

Now I'm gonna get back to my goddamn sub before someone else decides to share their life with me. :)