A long ago lover

I’ve been on vacation, away from computers, work, writing and grad school. I see a lot more of you are taking a peek at my adventures, and I have to thank my friend Margot for her shout out and congratulate her on her feature in Fleshbot. 

This is a story from long ago.

I was with my first real girlfriend. There had been other women before her, some messing around, but no one to really show me how to be a good lover to a woman.  There was only one person to love my body as completely as she did; the boy I left for her.  She was like the men I had slept with in that way, ravenous about my body, and I loved her for it. Mostly, I loved that underneath her deep voice and male-like desire for me, were her very female curves, skin, scent.

We would wrestle each other to pull off the other’s clothes, put our mouths on the other’s body. I would usually win. We got ready for bed one night and I followed her into the dark kitchen for a glass of water. I didn’t care about her roommate when I decided to push her up against the counter, kissing her.  She grinned and said something about being walked in on but I silenced her, picking her up just enough to put her on the counter, and she pulled me into her. Wrapping my arms around her, feeling her flesh against me, with only thin fabric between us.  My hands went to her thighs and higher, rubbing her sex through her shorts and she moaned against my mouth, our tongues entwined. I knew how wet she’d be as I pulled on the waistband of her shorts and panties, and she lifted her hips, obliging me.

“What about my roommate?” She asked. I grinned up at her as I knelt down on the hard kitchen floor, pushing her legs open. I could only think about one thing, ah yes, her cunt was even wetter than I’d thought it would be. My mouth on the flesh of her thigh, kissing gently, then sucking, tasting her salty skin, making her moan with my hand. I had long hair then, and she entwined her fingers in it, pulling me closer.  I’ve always loved a woman’s scent, and hers was no different – it made me mad. It was so hard to control myself and tease her. Mouth on the outer labia, then inner, slipping along the length of her slit before touching her clit so gently with my tongue. She pushed my head into her groin, and I loved it, but I resisted. I moved my tongue slowly, looked up at her in the dark, watching me.  I grabbed her breast underneath her shirt. She was thrusting her hips, wanting more. Finally, my tongue and her hips moved as one, with one thought. Now I wasn’t teasing her, I was lost in her. 

A nickname, well deserved

We haven’t actually used the new strap on we bought a couple weeks ago. Neither of us have ever used one and Blake’s a little nervous. She plans to pitch, and I to catch. So she’s been getting acquainted with our new purple toy.  Using it as a stress ball, flailing it around, having it sit in bed with us.  The other night I’m coming down the hall to my room and I hear,

“Baby… it’s stuck.”

I open the door and Blake is sitting in bed with the base of the dildo… on her forehead. “Uhhhh…”

She pulled it off with a little shriek (the same shriek she uses when she drops shell into the pan with the eggs). I just looked at her and burst into a fit of laughter, she tried to tell me to stop laughing at her, but she was laughing too.

A few minutes later, sitting in bed, she puts it on her forehead AGAIN!

“Oh no it’s stuck again!” she yelps and pulls it off, “oh… haha.”

“Alright, dildoface, maybe we should put it away for the night” 

Make up sex

I kissed her cautiously, we had been fighting. Her mouth opened to mine and I felt my heart flutter as I leaned in and rolled half on top of her. Wanting to merge my body into hers, my hips moved of their own volition.

Looking up at her, her back arched. Her spread, wet lips across my face, taking a moment just to feel her, touch her. The sensation of her body, sound of her moans, her hand in my hair making my clit engorge, my cunt ache. She tugs my hair to get my attention, “look at me baby.” Holding her gaze as I knew she was coming, keeping her in my mouth, I feel something wash over my chest, something only tangentially related to lust. Closeness, intimacy, oxytocin. 

On top of her, her fingers inside me, she pushes me back, sitting up. With one hand I touch her face, looking into her eyes, with the other I fuck her back . Throw my head back, I can’t stay focused when she… oh yes, does that. So deep inside me, exploding continuously. 

Whatever works

Lying in bed, lights on, some clothes on, just enjoying each other.

Blake: “How do you see me, like a teenage boy?” (which, I suppose she might resemble except for her eyelashes out to mars and curves that her clothes often cover).

I laugh, “no, well I see you naked, so I think of you as pretty feminine,” and I eye her up and down with a smile.

“Really? ‘Cause I just think of myself as a genderless ball of love.”