a game of one

eroticaluxurious:

mmm….. in service of a friend…. ;)

I was on a dry streak. Hadn’t had sex for two weeks - since Tuesday before last, when I went home with a girl I met at a bar. I was really only out for a beer with an ex student of mine, when… No, that is another story.

A friend of mine called me over. She hadn’t been in touch for almost three weeks, and she explained why:

- “Sorry I’ve been off the grid for a while. I got a positive chlamydia response and had to take care of that. But I’m healthy now. Took my last pill yesterday. Want to celebrate with me?”

A note on male-female friendship, as I see it:

For each individual female friend of mine, the unspoken agreement looks something like this:

• We will spend time together, like any normal friends do. We will go shopping, have lunch, visit museums, maybe take a trip somewhere. We will have movie nights and go to bars.

• We will have sex. We will have mindblowingly awesome sex, with toys, lube and role play. We will have some bad drunken sex. We will have every kind of sex in between. There will be sweat, bruises, sperm and lots of dirty talk.

• We will not have sex every time we meet.

• Sex is never the only reason for meeting.

I never call my female friends anything but friends (or possibly co-workers). No mention of “friends with benefits” or “fuck buddies”… There’s no point in drawing attention to things that might invoke negative thoughts and feelings about the social dynamics of the friendship.

This particular time, I broke the fourth rule, and the sex was great, but I made up for the rule-breach by staying the night. We snuggled up under the covers and slept late.

I love my life!

I miss your wings, baby…

(Source: desiderioardente)

I was out drinking with friends last Friday, and a female friend of one of my mate’s came with us. She is 21 years old, almost as tall as me (she’s 176 cm or 5’9”), and weighs maybe 50 kg. Very slim, almost nubile. A small tight butt, breasts a small B-cup, maybe even an A.

I didn’t pay her much attention, but mostly treated her as “one of the guys”. We drank, we played, we danced. I grabbed her ass and weighed her breasts mostly for the fun of it, but at the same time I was very open with the fact that I found her really hot. We talked politics. She’s going to vote for me when I go into politics in a couple of years. We added each other on Facebook.

She wrote to me today and I invited her over for a drink and a quickie. She pretended to be appalled at first, but after a while she got in her car and drove over.

Right now she’s on her way back home to her boyfriend’s place, with a big mouthful of my sperm in her tummy.

I love my life!

(Source: fuckthelifeforthepleasure)

Whenever I am really, truly, in love with a woman, and I have experienced mindblowingly strong love and affection, I feel the urge to see her get sexual attention from other men.

I am part voyeur, part super dominant alpha male. I want her to be taken by me, and by another man. Or by several other men. Possibly at the same time.

The select few of my friends that know about this kink of mine believe that I haven’t really been truly in love with my ex girlfriends, but they’re wrong. The girls that have awoken this in me the most are the ones that I have loved the most.

A complete openness to sexual adventure is a must-have on my list of features and characteristics that I look for in a possible future life-mate. Any girl, or woman, who isn’t open to having me watch her be completely fucked to bits by some stranger that we picked up at a bar, and then be fucked to bits again by me, is not The One for me.

(Source: justsomesex)

I’m currently picking up a woman that I probably shouldn’t… She works for a client of mine and we meet pretty regularly for business meetings.

As always, I can’t be one-hundred percent certain of success until the deal is done, so to speak, but I’m pretty sure we’ll at least fuck a couple of times. She has told me that she’s had some bad experiences with flirting at work before. Apparently there’s a guy at her office that she dated, and it went bad, and now there’s an uncomfortable vibe between them.

I am absolutely sure that whatever happens between us, I will be able to handle the situation. If it turns out we are meant for each other, yay, rainbows and unicorns for everyone. If it only gets to flirting and then either of us calls it off, fine, that’s not the end of the world. If we have sex and then we find out we can’t stand eachother, great, at least I gave her a sweet ride…

The only problem that I see is if one of us wants more than the other, and she can’t deal with it. Well… She IS a woman, so that is pretty likely to happen. But I’m still pretty sure I can make her feel good about whatever happens. The key is being a good sport about what she feels, and then making her feel what I need her to feel instead.

Game on!

Oh, did I mention she’s hot?

(Source: thepunischer)