Successful week

I’m trying so hard not to put in any clichés about sex being like buses, you wait for ages and then loads come/cum along at once. I’ll just leave it at that.

In light of the bad mood I was in for most of last week, I decided to head to the capital for an afternoon yesterday (Friday) to meet some old friends from high school and escape my own city for a while. Since I’m apparently very easily influenced – I don’t know why I’m bothering to pretend to be surprised by that actually, it’s nothing I didn’t know already – my friend who is in first year at a uni outside the city convinced me to stay in town overnight and go out with her and her friends. We headed over to the campus where she lives, stopping in Tesco to buy a toothbrush on the way, had some food and headed to her friend’s flat. Before going though, she – I later realised jokingly – said to me, “I don’t have a sleeping bag or spare blanket, so you’re just going to have to pull”. Challenge accepted.

And challenge it was. The part of the city I live in is bursting with queers and promiscuity… well maybe not promiscuity… but anyway, it’s never too difficult to find a boy who likes boys. (I have this funny duality in my head where I’m hesitant to go for one-night stands with girls, which isn’t to say it’s never happened, just that it’s less regular and I’m more cautious, but that’s another post for another day). Here though, the pickings were slim but I was introduced to a friend of my friend’s who is openly gay and openly available. He really reminded me of a well-known (on the scene) gay from the city I live in actually, in his appearance at least. He was really cute, if a bit more masculine that what I usually go for.

When we were out in the club I would have sworn dead that he wasn’t interested at all, every time his friends who were conspiring to get us together left us alone on the dance floor or made us dance together he would turn away or start talking to someone else and it wasn’t until after we’d all left the club and gone for a “magical mystery tour” through the woods at half two in the morning that any sort of interest manifested itself at all. I’ll say up front that I’m a bit of a wimp and while I’m no longer scared of spiders, I’m not great with the dark, so he held my hand through the woods to stop me getting scared, bless. And when we came out of the woods we just kept walking, with everyone falling away behind us, until we got back to his building. “You live here, right?”  – “Yep” – and in for the kiss. Straightforward, no games, just how it should be.

What happens when you get two dominating tops in bed together? A lot of fun, apparently. You’d think it wouldn’t work but it REALLY did. Really rough fun, quite loud (his neighbours must hate him or me now), lasted for hours, biting, scratching, yum. Best I’ve had in a long time, probably at least six months or so. Because of our preferences for not taking it up the bum no actual penetration happened but just about everything else did, including at least two things I’ve never tried before. I was introduced to the pleasures of having your feet sucked on and played with too – the idea of it had always seemed a bit weird but when he suggested it I just went with it and I think it might be my new favourite thing. We were only at it for a couple of hours but it was a fun couple of hours, and I’ve got lots of bite marks and at least two bruises so far to show for it. He’s coming through to my city (where he’s from, actually) for an event in a couple of weeks so he has the option of a repeat performance, and as always, I’ll keep you updated 😉

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  1. #1 by kittymama on March 3, 2012 - 2:53 pm

    glad you had fun sweetie! my partner for the evening was so vanilla he almost sucked the tan off me and eventually today i had to actually scream in his face “IT’S TIME FOR YOU TO LEAVE!” must say though, not a fan of the toe sucking. makes me want to pee and before you ask i have no idea why.

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