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There is practical and there is practical...
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There is practical and there is practical... New cub: I am really interested in getting to know you. Me: You can start by telling about yourself. Your profile doesn't tell me much. Cub: What do you want to know? Me: *sigh* ok, well, this is why they have you fill out the profile. Everything. Just tell me everything. Your life, your dreams, your darkest secrets… scratch that. Do you live at home w family, roommates, alone, w … do you study, work… and at what? Do you drink, smoke, do recreational drugs? Do you read at all? What music do you listen to? That's a good start. Cub: I live with roommates. I go to school. I was studying art, but switched to accounting.I don't smoke or do drugs. I like hip hop and rock. Me: You switched from art to accounting? How practical. and Safe. What are you doing here? I mean, really. What do you expect to find here? *deactivated account* Oops, was that too much?  Oh well… easy come, easy go… I met a new one a while back. So sweet and smart. A local boy, so it could work out to be good… I told him I was a lot nicer when I am fed (no lie) , so we met at a coffee shop. I ate a pile of pasta, (but saved the garlic bread for later, as I really liked this one… no reason the torture the boy.) He barely touched his burger. "Don't you like it?" I asked. He said it was fine, but for once in his life he really didn't care what the food tasted like… *giggle* Oh, how sweet! I was developing a hunger of my own. He lived nearby. I rode with him in his car. Not my usual M.O., but I felt quite safe with him. Door-opening and all… quite a gentleman. Though he was quite anxious to be touched in the car along the way. Don't go there, I warned. I don't like car sex, but I will tease you and make you walk out of your car with either a throbbing erection, or a downright mess in those jeans. XD He behaved better after that warning. He led me into his place. His roommate was away for the evening. A good thing as (you know) I am not good at quiet. Haha. I have had issues with cubs' neighbors in the past… even downstairs hotel guests! lol We began stripping and making out on the couch, but i stopped the proceedings. "Unless you intend to leave this couch on the curb tomorrow, I suggest we move this party elsewhere; something with washable linens." Neither quiet nor neat, I am a messy, messy girl. And I don't care whose bed I destroy in the process…lolWe moved the party upstairs. I was disappointed in that there was no nightstand. Where would I put my huge glass of water? Play is thirsty work. Especially for me. The bed was quite high, much like my own. He was a delicious kisser. Passionate and gentle both, occasionally quite driven and fierce. I played along. He backed off the moment I moved his hand away or maneuvered away the slightest bit. He was so much fun! He seemed to enjoy kissing and playing with my nipples and pussy as much as I enjoyed being played with. His kisses tasted like me, tart and salty-sweet. I was tingling all over and could not stop smiling. Neither could he. "Hi," I would randomly look in his eyes and say. We would both grin like Cheshire cats. "Hi," he'd reply. We experimented with different positions, but almost casually… like, turn over here… or come up here for a bit… then when the whim struck me, i'd slide off of him and take him instead into my mouth. Condom would get scrapped. We are finishing here, i informed him. I want to taste you… After a good deal of moaning and eye rolling… i love that!… I was rewarded with a mouthful of hot, salty-bittersweet semen. We continued to play, shortly thereafter opening another condom package. We played rough at times, but I'd suddenly find my head being tilted up to accept a pillow beneath it. I made an incredibly vulgar inquiry about whether he could have imagined a few hours earlier that he would be "balls-deep" in me as he gently propped my head with a pillow. No. No way. It was hilarious. I realized how late it had gotten. I needed to book. He laughed about how there was a pillow in each corner of the room. He offered me the shower, I thought it a good idea to rinse off some of the sweat and… well everything that was on my skin at that point. lol It would have been fine, but he had to foliow me in and make trouble. "Now you;ll have to run into the other room and get another condom." He did so. We fucked in the shower with warm water running all over us, then I got him to cum a second time, on my lips. "That was new" he remarked. He was still caught up over never having been asked to give a facial before, or having his scrotum licked like a lollipop. Hehe I rinsed off yet again and dressed to go. He followed suit. We left the apartment and drove back to my car, talking about post punk and screamo music. (I had a cub who was a screamer. He had a pierced lip…. but I digress) He walked me to my car and kissed me goodnight. A perfect evening. *sigh* Again! Little horny spoiled brat yelled inside my head, Again! I certainly hope so. |
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1 post 8/10/2016 10:43 pm |
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Lovely story - and smile P
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Sweet, naughty dreams, my lambs 
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