Good to the Last Drop [SS302]

After Mr. Sam and I arrived back from the store. We went upstairs to his room to hide away from the world for the day. I enjoyed getting him worked up, watching him watch me. I couldn’t control my desire to feel him in my mouth, to taste him.

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I normally finish to the last drop but Mr. Sam has been without for a very long time. I couldn’t keep up with the overflow. I will be writing the story that leads up to this photo. I’m sure you wanna hear all about it.

The story is titled “My Mouth Couldn’t Handle the Overflow”

E[Lust] 90


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The Curious Case of Trigger Warnings
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PLEASING THE MISTRESS
Reader Q&A: Dominant women struggle, turn-ons
Chastity Questions
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A Picture is Worth…
Morning Stretch
Lovemaking Almost Too Brilliant To Describe
The GP
I Want
Indescribable Pleasure
Humiliating an ex-Nazi: Raylene’s 2nd dozen
Preparation
I love big, fat dicks

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Dude, You’re Wet!
When Love Becomes a Weakness
On a Silver Platter
The Silent Treatment
A Seasonal Affair
Three in a Stall
Schoolgirl Uniform
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Elust 88

Having Drinks with Mr. Sam

Sunday night is quieter from the other days, except during football season. But, due to the weather this was a dead Sunday at the dive bar. Mr. Sam must have walked in seconds before I did, he was still taking off his coat. There wasn’t a good place at the bar, so we walked over to the corner booth. It’s a round booth in the corner, tucked away from onlookers.
“Sitting here isn’t going to be obvious, is it?” He said.
“I don’t care. We aren’t doing anything wrong.” I replied.
“Yet…you forgot to say yet.”
I laughed after he said that. We sat there for a few minutes before Astro walked over to turn on the overhead lights and the bar lights. We both looked at each other and smiled.
He walked back to his side of the bar. A few minutes later “Bubbles” walked up to us … “How are you guys doing? Hey, I can’t believe how stupid Charlie is and what he did.”
I didn’t want to be in the dark, but I didn’t understand what she was talking about. I sat there and nodded my head. “Don’t worry no one associates you with him anymore.”
Now that made me kind of nervous, considering what other shit I have heard and been told on the street. “Well, thank heaven for that. We haven’t been together in years. We hung out together these passed through years. You know, Charlie his charming personality, it’s difficult to stay mad at him.”
“I know right. He really is sweet. But a total fuck-up.”
I laughed. We talked about some of our mutual bar friends and life. She got up after she finished her drink with us, walking back to sit at the bar.

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Day 15 of 365

Mr. Sam & I were talking about general stuff, there was never any touching each other. We have tried to keep the status of our relationship a secret, but after last Friday I think it’s a bust. I haven’t even written about that night yet! oh lord.
We stayed until about 10pm. Catching a nice little buzz, we left and headed to his place.

“Are you gonna be brave enough to come inside or you gonna just drop me off?” I’m deciding on the two options I had, “Yes, I’ll go inside with you.”
I knew he lives with his parents who are both suffering from several health issues. I felt like a teenager again being snuck into the house. He held my hand as we walked up the stairs. Opened the door with his name on it, which I laughed. His parents were asleep, and it was so quiet in the house. I stood there as he closed the door behind him. “Do you want water or coffee?”
“Water…I need water.” I answered.
I sat on the end of his bed drinking my bottled water. He sat next to me, we didn’t speak a word. He started to gently caress my arm back and forth. I felt relaxed. He leaned in to kiss me and I kissed him back. We laid back on the bed, moving up on the bed. My boots are hanging off the edge of the bed because I wasn’t taking them off. He rolled over on top of me. We’re still kissing, I feel him grind his hard cock on me over our jeans. Can this really be happening? Are we dry humping? Yes. we are. Inside I’m laughing but on the outside we are kissing hard & deep. He rolls over on to his back and I curl up next to him. He holds me tight, caressing my back. I drift off on his chest. I wake up to the sound of myself snoring. He laughed. “I wasn’t falling asleep because I know you hafta leave soon.”
“Another 30 minutes.”
We talked about the rest of the week and he showed me some of his art work. Time was up and he walked me out.

Read what happens next in “Hiding Away” 

Getting a Bit out of Control

Since I’ve become acquainted with Mr. Sam I have been at the bar more and more. It’s an excuse for me to be out, to drink and to visit with him. Charlie created specific appearance for me to have while at the bar, he accomplished this without me being aware of what he was doing. Recently I have crawled outside the box he designed for me.
Now I have a choice. I can stay inside that box he designed for me or I can be the apparent semi-slutty wild chick I’ve behaved like.
I’m leaning more towards the second because I’ve already been behaving that way. So much so I think I have been labeled now. Labeled by Charlie’s crew, its like they understand the cat is away and the kitty is left all alone. They forget I’m married. FUCK I forget I’m married. When I’m home now, he is loving, understanding and gives me that tender love he thinks I want or need to keep me from straying. He says “I love you” a lot more. He praises me a lot more, but not in a way that makes it obvious to me. Because he does it more when I’ve returned from the bar.
My BPD symptoms have been thrust into over drive regarding Mr. Sam. I noticed that he has several Facebook profiles. Why? Why does one need that many? He only has a few family members on each one. There’s always been something about him I couldn’t quite place my finger on, but when he told me his secret, I felt that some relief. But starting last night, I can’t help with think …

WHAT THE FUCK am I doing!!!!????
Since I met you I’ve been crazy
Since I’ve been with you I’ve been lost
You make everything see hazy
Love comes with such a cost
Have I lost my mind?……..Follow Me Down by The Pretty Reckless.

This song played out in my head today. I feel crazy when I’m with Mr. Sam.
There is so much about him I don’t know. Yet I’m not afraid yet I feel no trust. It’s not like there are people who can vouch for him here. He doesn’t know anyone here.
What man says “we have a connection” with in a few months or even weeks of knowing each other. Yes, I feel it, like we have been acquaintances at the bar.
Asking me how I feel about him, telling me he will wait for me and that he is happy with having me in my current circumstances. Talking about love as if is was that simple.
Is it that simple?

Someone tell me..is it? Or I am simply mad?

READ ABOUT MR. SAM FROM THE BEGINNING
Being a person with Borderline, I truly don’t know what love is. I know the concept of loyalty, a version of love I was sold to believe by Walk Disney. I’m too emotionally unstable now. Thoughts swirling around in my head, trying to process what I felt about Mr. Sam. Is what I’m feeling love or lust? Or is it the symptoms of my illness I act impulsively, acting out in risky behaviors. Like unsafe sex, stranger sex and sex that feels so good you get addicted to it.

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Over the past few weeks, Mr. Sam has come out to see me while I’m out. We always end up in my car, talking and then making out. No sex. Lots of kissing and lots of talking. I can’t believe I’m even sharing this here, but…but I think this may be important for my future story sharing and my sex life. Because I think Mr. Sam is stirring things up in me that have been stagnant. Not saying that life with my Beloved isn’t fulfilling, but sometimes its dull & boring for me. I’m sure it is for him, but we are like most couples in the sense we accept that we have different likes & needs in this area. This is another story for another time.
Mr. Sam seems like that type of man who loves hard, who also has an issue with letting someone go when they wanna leave. Which I think could be dangerous for me and my life. But there is still something about him that draws me in. He’s a dark and broken soul. But part of him scares me, especially when he wants a solid yes or no answer that I have feelings for him. The fact he can be happy with this arrangement. What kind of man does that? Weird thing is he hasn’t pushed the sex issue at all, he jokes about it. It’s mostly sexual innuendo. There is no pressure for me to have sex with him.
I think he has deep seeded issues that I am trying to see. Why? Why the fuck do I care? And this leads up to being at the bar where Charlie & I used to hang out at. Meeting Mr. Sam there has brought a lot of attention to me. The guys treat me differently, trying to feel me up, making sexual comments to me.  But its only when they have been drinking but never a serious threat towards me. That’s the other thing that pulled me down, those rumors that I’ve heard about me. That I am “seeing” Mr. Sam on the side, having an affair. Ok, sure I admit kissing him and being attracted to him, but I’m still on the fence about fucking him or even carrying on with him. I’m not saying no to the idea but not yes either. Just riding with it for now.
But the rumors are by the PHG because a few of them have seen us together during the week. We were being antisocial to the others. Only because of the lies that were told by one of them about Mr. Sam. I’m not sure about all the shit either. FUCK. All this fucking shit pulled me down a well of darkness. Crying all day. I couldn’t stop at the end of the day, then I couldn’t sleep either. I haven’t been like this in months. I feel so lost that I scheduled an appointment with my counselor for this week. I haven’t had a session with her since my first informal diagnosis.  That should say something about this meltdown I had yesterday. That I’m reaching out for a direction in which I should go,  for an answer to why the fuck I’m doing this. Part of me thinks I’m trying to replace Charlie, to fill the chaos and drama with my own instead of his.  Make sense?

Examples of BPD symptoms in the above are….

  •  Impulsive and Risky Behavior: such as gambling, reckless driving, unsafe sex, spending sprees, binge eating or drug abuse, or sabotaging success by suddenly quitting a good job or ending a positive relationship.
  • Emotions: Intense and highly changeable moods, with each episode lasting from a few hours to a few days. (Anger is the current mood I’m feeling stemming from the rejection).
  • Feeling like others are out to get you. Paranoid Thoughts.
  • Believing that You should not feel this way. Self-invalidating thoughts.
  • Unstable Relationships. A pattern of unstable intense relationships, such as idealizing someone one moment and then suddenly believing the person doesn’t care enough or is cruel.

 

So ends the Chapter of Charlie

It was a Thursday evening when I walked into the water hole. He was sitting in the corner where he always does. I walked over to him, hugged him and kissed him on the cheek.
“What’s up babe, what brings you out?”
“Nothing. Just needed to get out for some air.”
Since our relationship had been on a gradual decline we don’t have much to say to each other. I sat next to him, we sat there together silently. I watched him anxiously look at his phone every few seconds. “Hey, let’s go to Bud’s Bar.” He had mentioned trying to hang out at a new place since we have burnt out our old place. “Sure, why not?” We walked out and headed over to Bud’s Bar. I knew the bouncer there. We would joke with others that we were related, it was a result from an inside joke. I figured that Auggie wasn’t working because it was a weekday evening.

Charlie & I walk in, there is Auggie sitting next to a beautiful blonde woman. I smiled and laughed, walking to him, giving a big hug. I introduced him to Charlie as my brother. Charlie went off in a stern voice “He’s NOT your brother, you’re an only child. We’ve known each other since we were kids and we NEVER mentioned a brother.” “Oh, for fuck sake.” I was kind of embarrassed by his behavior. Normally I don’t get that way with him, but this time he was different. Very stressed.

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“We need to talk.” I knew I needed to get a few things cleared up with him. I needed the closure from him. Our relationship was no longer what either one of us wanted. We weren’t happy with each other anymore. The gossip, the acquaintances and the bullshit had taken its toll on our remaining connection as friends. We both knew we wouldn’t have sex again. We knew I was too afraid of catching something from him. Sex was taken off the table, but the friendship remained and now was in jeopardy too.

“Why did you leave me?”

“I didn’t leave you! I have all this shit to take care of. Babe you know I’ve been stressing on this court bullshit.”

“You left me, without a word. You stopped talking to me.”

“You told me that if I started up with CC again, you wanted no part of me, so if you call what I did leaving then I guess I did. But that is all on you. You wanted it that way.”

“OMG! You’re gonna try to blame your absence on me? Fuck you. Just let me go, I need to hear it from your lips. Tell me we are finished. Done. Over and I no longer need to be concerned with you.”

“You released from all obligations. We are done.” We both sat there silently, processing what just happened between us. I felt relief and sadness. I knew this could be the last time I see him. CC almost succeeded in killing him once, she might complete the job next time. His phone rings, he answers “Ok, Ok. Yes I’m here.” He looks at him “CC is on her way here, thought you should know. You can stay if you want to, but I can’t sit with you. You know she’ll flip out.”

“Oh yes and we can’t have that now can we? I’m glad she will take wonderful care of you.”

We stood there. Looking into each other’s eyes, I think we both knew it would be the last time for a long time, if ever. We didn’t hug each other. Just stood there. It’s like we both couldn’t do it. For whatever the reason we didn’t.

About two weeks afterwards, I was at the water hole when I was approached by damn near everyone there asking about his court date. I didn’t want to talk about it, but I knew he was there. All alone with his thoughts, demons to haunt him during the night. Months have gone by since then, a few barflies ask me about Charlie but I always respond the same way “I know nothing.” Last weekend I talked to some friends of ours, he told me that Charlie told him he had cancer. I stood there numb. There has been no confirmation of this piece of information I have. I heard he lost everything he owned. He was fired from his job, he was sleeping in a spare bedroom of friends, until they tired of him bringing different girls over their house. All the girls they mentioned I already knew of. I wasn’t upset, thrilled to death we didn’t have sex in the past few years he was back in my life.

I have been hunting for a replacement for Charlie, but that’s silly. However, being someone who have the tendencies to be addicted to drama, booze and other substances I want someone who I can watch so I do not have to get too close to the flame of destruction. I told myself that I will only go there a few more weeks. Then after the holidays I will lie low for a while, maybe reappear in February 2017. Put my energy where it belongs, here on this blog and in my home.

I will end the Charlie chapter here. If you want to read more about Charlie, there are several posts about him that are floating around my site.

Giving Mr. Sam another Chance

Since the last time I wrote about Mr Sam a lot has developed. The following week he did text me and carried on as if nothing had ever happened.
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I was indignant that he felt he could just go away with no reason or excuses for leaving me alone that Friday at the bar. He said that he wanted space, away from everybody and everything after I informed him of the rumor about him.

We met mid-week at the bar for cocktails. We continued to text during the evenings. We discussed our friendship. He made his desires known. I was too afraid to put my cards on the table. He is just so kind, sensitive and it still troubles me that there is something about him I can’t put my finger on. Maybe that’s what holds me to this friendship. Yet there is still a part of his personality that makes me nervous. The statements he makes, texting him during the evening makes me ask if he doesn’t drink more than I suspect. After some lengthy discussions I decided to give him another chance.

Deep inside my being I know that I am trying to find a replacement for Charlie. I know that is an impossibility that I must come to terms with. Recently I was told that Charlie is terminal. I have yet to confirm this.
I showed up at the bar first, sat down & talked to acquaintances. There were a few female acquaintances that get together in the early evening for cocktails and camaraderie. He came in a few hours afterward and sat down next to me. I introduced him to the group of acquaintances, he can hold his own during our conversation. He is witty, pleasant and easy-going. He was later referred to as “a long-haired leaping gnome” because he has that look. One of my acquaintances asked me to go with her into the lady’s room in which she went on to yell at me.
“STOP flirting with Mr. Sam!! He’s really  fascinating, I sort of like him and I’m struggling to get a read on him, but he seems fascinated with YOU!!!”
“I donno what you’re talking about.”
I guess maybe we’re not doing a good job at managing to keep the physical attraction under cover. I observed more people looking at us closely. FUCK! It’s entertaining to flirt and I’m enjoying good old fashion passion & lust that I’ve experienced.
Before the night was over, one of the PHG chicks walked in the bar and milled around us. She finally sat down at the table with us, only paying attention to Mr. Sam & I attempt to appear casual. I don’t believe we performed successfully. She left while we hung around for some of the opportunity to leave together. Unfortunately we didn’t have the freedom to chat because I left before he could. He felt sorry for one of my drunken friends who carried on about her ex-boyfriend. He remained behind to watch her. I gave up. I had way too much to drink that evening. My judgement was cloudy. I’m so glad that on this evening nothing happened.

Read about Mr. Sam from the beginning.

 

 

 

 

Darrell’s High School Teacher Experience [MM118]

This week’s Masturbation Monday story is written by “Mr. Darrell.” He has shared a few of his stories withmasturbation-monday-badge-small me. I mentioned that I would be willing to post them on my website. Here is one of his stories. I did go through and edit the punctuation.

The weather was changing and so was I. This was going to be my last year of school. I really toned up over the summer. My boyish body was just about gone. I put 10lbs of muscle on in my arms chest and shoulders. The girls really noticed me and were more friendly than I remember. They started hanging around me a lot more during our lunchtime. Most of them started showing more of a womans body then the girlish type.

I’m an ass man. I really get off on a nice looking ass. The kind of apple bubble type and a nice healthy pussy. The kind of pussy that makes you want to get all up in there with your face and get that tongue flicking really fast on that clit knob. The lips swell up and fold outwards like a flower blooming then her juices start flowing out.

With my newly developed body, I’m feeling pretty good about myself. I need to find me one of those girls but it will be difficult cause I never was the type to just go after it. Everything I know is from magazines and skin flicks, if they only knew what my pornographic mind was thinking.

We were about mid way through the 12th grade. I haven’t had much action but my confidence is a lot better. I’m not ready to let the freak out yet, still shy in that area. One of the teachers I have has an ass that I wanted badly. I purposely picked the back of the class so I could oggle her, undress her with my eyes.

One day I think she caught me cause I was mesmerized. my eyes were fixed on her crotch, I just stared. I didn’t realize she was looking at me, so what does she do, she puts me right up front. Right where she had a good look at me from her desk, shit my mind fuck was over. I can’t even get a boner with my sexual thoughts of her. she had me and she knew it. she always wear these tight-fitting jeans with a nice blouse and just looked so fucking hot.

Schools almost over, the weather is getting warm. One day I went to class and Ms. Crape was wearing a dress. I was like ok she looks kind of nice, can’t see much booty but she was just gorgeous.  So she’s doing her thing and she sits at her desk kind of facing me. I’m taking notes looking all student like, always glancing over to sneak a peek at her. No fucking way, she had her dress hiked up just enough for me to see that she wasn’t wearing panties. FUCK ME! She sees me looking, she can read my thoughts from my face expressions. She gave me this sultry alluring look, it was the come fuck me look.

It was the last class of the day and she knew exactly what she was doing, cause when class was over I couldn’t stand up. I had a rock hard erection. I have a pretty big cock. the class clears out and she walks over to the door, looks down the hall then comes back in. She locks the door. There were no windows in this room. She walks over to me grabs my arm and sits me in her chair. She straddles me face to face. I’m going nuts like what the fuck is this really happening. She knew I was way out of my league, but she is the teacher and teach she did. she does a little lap dance letting her pussy lips glide back and forth over my bulge. When she got up it was wet with her juices. I could blow a wad right in my pants.

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She says “stand up and let your cock out. I can feel your pulse through your jeans.” I was so fucking hard, it was different to unbutton my pants.  I get my cock out and its dancing, thump thump thump. it was throbbing so hard, it’s never been like that ever. I couldn’t cum piss or nothing. It felt like I could fuck for an hour and still be hard. she sits on her desk and spreads her legs. She tells me “gently run your hands up and down the length of my legs then suck softly on my toes, working your way down with wet kisses between my thighs.” So I do as she told me and just before I get to her glistening wet fuck hole. she says “now kiss my pussy, make out with it like regular kissing, use your tongue the same then work it where your tongue is fucking my hole. Suck on my clit and flick your tongue quick on it, push down with your tongue and suck real hard at the same time. Pull out, let my clit pop out and do this routine over and over till I cum in your mouth.”

I’m going at it and she’s thrusting into me, pulling back shaking her ass. It was wild. It was all I can do to stay there. I’m fucking munching away at her box like a crazy person. I didn’t want to stop, she grabs the back of my head and pulls me in and shoves her pussy in my mouth.  I hear squeesh and she cums inside me. I was like fuck ya, she gets down and sucks my cock. My cock is fucking so hard. She turns, bends over the desk and says “you can fuck away cause I’m wet and ready just put it in and go deep. I want to feel your balls slapping my pussy.  Just beat it up, fuck me hard and fast. Get a good grip of my waist and do it!”

So I do, I’m fucking her deep and hard. I can feel my balls bouncing off her clit hard too. She started off pushing back but I was in control, it was all me. I fucked her hard and fast as I could. Pulling back with my arms, thrusting at the waist. Shes screaming “FUCK! FUCK YA! OOOHHH FUCK ME! FUCK ME! I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum!”

She says “DON’T STOP!!! Cum inside me! Yes Yes ram it deep. Cum for me!!!

I filled her pussy full of my jizz,  came so hard that I almost collapsed. i pulled out, cum was dripping out of her gaping beat up pussy. I got dressed. She stayed in the classroom.  What a great teacher she was!!!

Late Night [MM101, WW219]

Charlie called. He only calls when he’s drunk or feeling needy. “Where you at?”drinks at the bar

I answer him.  “At home, ready for bed.”

“Come down and have a drink with me.”

“It’s 10:30 (at night) I can’t.”

“You can’t or you don’t want to? Tell me you don’t want to.”

“I don’t want to.”

“See that wasn’t so difficult. Now come down and have a drink with me.”

“Ok, but I’m taking a shower first and I’m wearing my Jammie’s.”

“That’s fine.”

I showered, shaved and got dressed. I put on my blue nylon running shorts, white tube socks and my London zip-up hoodie. I immediately caught his eye when I walked into the bar.

Where is the soccer game?”

“HAHA!!! I couldn’t wear my real jammies. You know I sleep in a tank top & panties.”

“YEA I know!!! That’s what I thought you meant when you said you were coming out in your pj’s.”

He kept staring at me. He waved the bartender over and ordered us drinks. His eyes went up and down my body. He was buzzed as usual. I had gained a bit of weight since the last time he seen me, but I wasn’t too concerned about that tonight.

“Wanna a shot? Let’s do a shot!” He ordered us to shots of Fireball and our usual drinks.

FireballI took a sip of my drink and looked around the bar. I noticed that a few of Charlie’s crew were watching me. Trying to figure out exactly what was going on with us. I normally do not visit the bar on the weeknight.

One of the regular’s came up to me when Charlie had walked over to the jukebox.

“Hi. What’s going on? Here checking up on your guy?”

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Charlie & I have been over for a few years. However we would hook up now & again, just not recently. The booze & CC are his main girls now. I just am there for company. Which I don’t mind (sometimes). Charlie comes back to where we were sitting. “Hey Bill,” as he taps Bill on the shoulder. “Why you trying to hit on my girl?”

Bill immediately apologized to him and to me. I smiled “it’s all good.” Bill bought the next round of drinks. More shots. More drinks. I stopped counting after three. Charlie didn’t mean too much by his actions, just that it keeps the undesirables away from me and at the same time it shows I’m a possession. Which I truly am not his, it’s just the game we play.

Charlie began rubbing my thighs while I sat next to him. I smiled at him. “You’re drunk.”

“You’re fucking hot. Take me home.”

“Really?! Come on can’t Bea pick you up?!” Bea was one of his newest girlfriends. She had only been there a few times, most of his crew did not like her.

“No. I don’t want to hear her bitching at me.”

I rolled my eyes at him. I stood up to leave, he followed. As we walked out, he put his arm around my waist. I said nothing thinking he’s drunk and he’ll stop when we get outside.

We walked to the car, he spun me around and kissed me. Pushing me into the car, we’re leaning on my car kissing each other. I have always enjoyed kissing him, tasting his lips, feeling his smooth soft lips. I could feel his cock hardening underneath his jeans as he pressed me hard against the car. His hand on the back of my head, tangling a handful of hair in his hand. He pulls my head back and begins to kiss then bite my neck. OMG. Why. This feels so good and I know it’s so wrong. Why does he have this power over me? I feel that familiar warm sensation in between my legs. He bite my neck. I gasped.

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I could feel the effects of the alcohol starting to hit me. I love the beginning sensations of catching that buzz. We kissed a bit longer, deciding we should get into the car. We both looked at each other, smiling. He moved the seat all the way back, patting his lap I climbed on to him. We kissed deeply & passionately. I felt like I was in high school again. His hands up my shirt, under my bra, squeezing and kneading my breast. Just two buzzed people in a car making out.

He pushed two of his fingers in my mouth, I eagerly sucked them running my tongueBlowjob in the cemetery against them.  He pulled my shorts over to one side, pushing those fingers in to me. My body reacts willingly. He knows how to make my body quiver & shake. He smiles as he watches me orgasm. I watch as he sucks my juices off his fingers. “Hop off.” I sat back in my seat, watching him unzip his jeans. He stroked his semi-hard cock, looks at me. I leaned over and engulfed his cock into my mouth. My head bobbed up & down has he held my hair. My tongue swirling around his shaft. “Stop! Stop! Ride my cock baby.”

I pushed my shorts to the floor, climbed on top of him. Holding his hard cock with his hand he guided it into me. I rocked on his tool while his hands held onto my hips, gently pushing & pulling me back & forth on his member. We kiss, he takes a handful of my hair pulling my head back, he licking and biting my skin. I feel his body tighten and my pussy tightens around his cock. “Say my name. Baby Please say it. Say it for me. Please!”

“Charlie.” in a monotone voice.

Looking into his dilated, slightly red eyes, I know what he wants. I want it too.

In a stern demanding voice I say “Cum inside me Charlie. I want it, you do it! Cum inside me! Charlie! Now!”

I felt his hands on my hips again, guiding my rocking motion. I’m feeling an orgasmic buzz. I blackout for a mere second while my orgasm begins, hearing Charlie’s voice cry out “Oh Cat, baby, fuck.” My drunken orgasm was like an out of body experience. His eyes closed and a peaceful look overcame him. I laid down on him, we seemed to pass out for a few minutes. I came too, when I felt his cock melted out of me along with all our juices. I reached in to the glove box in search of tissues to a quick clean up. “Damn, did we pass out?”

“Yeah, I think we did.” in a fretting voice. He laughs, “we always had the adventurous kind of sex. You ready to go to County Line?” It’s another bar. I started the car and we were on our way for more drinks.

This blog post is for Masturbation Monday and Wicked Wednesday. Wicked Wednesday ‘s prompt is about Alcohol. I have several posts about that topic.

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