Between My Sheets

So, yesterday was date number 2 with James. It was his turn to visit me this time, check out my little seaside town and all the treats it has to offer…

He arrived around midday the the english weather had blessed us with another beautiful hot day. I’d ‘thrown’ on (and by ‘thrown on’ I mean carefully planned backwards) a Hawaiian esq mini dress over some battered denim cut offs and a beautiful new set of sunshine yellow lingerie.

I picked him up from the station and we headed straight for beach. It was packed, couples lounging round, kids paddling in the sea. James and I laid back on the beach and chatted, kissed and caught up… It wasnt long before we started getting a bit, urm… well lets just say we were craving some privacy… 

We strolled back to mine hand in hand and I was kinda nervous… we were clearly gonna have some semi naked fun…

Handily it was over this weekend that I was between 2 flat mates so we had the place to ourselves… All the windows were open as wide as they could go… all the doors open and a salty fresh summer breeze was flowing through my flat…

It wasnt long before this beautiful man had me laid back on my bed, and was kissing my neck. Warning: if you spend long enough chatting to someone before meeting, and chat turns to preferences, any wise listening man, will soak in all your fave moves, and things that turn you on and will then proceed to do them all to you, ensuring your legs are like jelly as he peels of your little denim shorts.

As I stepped off the bed to pull my dress over head I loved catching his eyes as I unveiled my new lingerie. Pale skin, flushed cheeks, flaming red hair and yellow matching underwear, I was as innocent and as opposite to him and his beautiful dark skin and very snug black boxers… he pulled me to the bed and wasted no time in removing my bra, expert hands and lips caressed my nipples, hard despite the seriously warm weather.

In no time at all, his fingers had worked their way into my knickers, easily sliding into me, all hot and wet for him. He took a second to stop and look me staight in the eye as he took in just how wet he’s made me, before crushing his lips against mine and he buried his fingers deep inside of me, I gasped into his kiss and ground myself against the palm of his hand.

I was feeling wanton and was giving myself easily, I don’t know if it was the weather, the fact all the doors and windows were open, that I was with someone new or the combination of everything but I opened myself up to him and gave myself in such a way, with no timidness or shyness… He literally lapped it up.

After some time of attention on me I was eager to play with this man. I removed his fingers from me, kissed them, tasting myself on him, I then laid him back, running my tongue over his stomach and chest I worked my way slowly down and carefully removed his boxers which were barely containing his erection.

Now I know what they say about black men and the size of there members, and I’m not in the position to compare but I didnt care, what lay before me was a beautiful, rock hard, massive cock and I couldn’t wait to give it some attention. 

Wasting no time, I took him into my mouth a sucked hard. He groaned, deep and huskily and rested one hand on the back of my head. As I sucked him, I felt him growing harder still inside my mouth and I yearned to feel this beautiful cock inside my now soaking pussy.

He was clearing having similar thoughts as with out warning, he flipped me over, pulled off my dripping knickers and discarded them on the floor, as he grabbed a condom from his bag, he quickly rolled it on whilst running a tongue over my swollen clit. Enough with the foreplay though, within seconds this man had entered me and had me gripping the pillows with the beautiful pleasure and pain which flooded my body.

He fucked me hard. and deep and kissed me passionately. I was a mess, I was soaked, sweating, nails scratching down his back.

Now James was something new for me in the bedroom, he was adventurous in a way not many men are, he changed position every 10 minutes or so, and seemed determined to make this last as long as possible, he had me spread legged, my head hanging off the edge of the bed on minute, the next he had me standing, pushed flat against the cool wall as he entered me from behind, and then bent over a chest of draws on tip toes in front of my full length mirror. It was like my room was a sexual playground and I was a sex toy to be used and pleasured in everyway possible.

The sex went on for literally hours. This too was a new exerience for me, especially with a first time with someone. I came multiple times by way of his tongue, his fingers, him hitting my gspot with such precision. When he finally came, he did so with such passion it deserved an award. His fingers locked in my hair and he pulled head back, biting my neck at the same time, the feeling of this sent me over the edge one final time and my body clenched around his.

We collapsed back on the bed, panting and sweaty. The cool breeze felt amazing on my hot skin and I laughed at the visual difference between us. I was all red in the face, smudged mascara and serious sex hair. He on the other hand looked beautiful. The sweat just made his skin look even more appealing and the heat had just increased his afro… When I commented how beautiful he looked compared to the mess I was he reassured me I looked beautiful and kissed my flushed face.

We fell into an exhausted sex sleep and woke up later just as the weather was starting to chill. We realised that he didnt have long before his train left so as he put his clothes back on, turing down a shower so he could smell me on him all the way home, I called him a taxi and kissed him goodbye wearing nothing but a smile.

Now that is what you call an very good second date :)

hmmm…. so I think the Pete chapter has come to an end.

I was out the other night with my roomie, an unplanned, she was pissed off with her boyfriend, lets go out and have fun kinda night. We were dressed up to the nines and I was sporting a japenese slinky dress with orchids in my hair. 

It was a fun girly night, lots of shots and dancing, later on in the evening we bumped into the usual crowd, Pete was out and made a comment on how lovely I was looking, my roomies fella also turned up and they went for a chat!

Later on in the evening/early that morning, we all ended up in a curry house. Dont ask me how!? 

Me, Pete, Roomie, her fella, and a couple of his mates including one dj friend who I’d always thought was cute. Odd….

The tension at the table was tense, post fight vibe in the air, it didn’t take long for the 2 friends to leave, deciding, they might just get the food as a take out instead… that left the 4 of us, and soon we all decided to just do take out, I asked Pete if I could go back to his as an impending fight between the roomie and her man looked imminent, and I really didn’t wanna be there for it.

For some odd reason, he decided we should walk back to his!?!??!!? I was in heels, and we had food!?!? really? apparently so…. so off we trekked…

Half an hour later we were sat on his lounge floor, eating curry and me nearly falling asleep. We eventually retired to bed, I was shattered and deffo not in the mood for any kind of action… it was 4am, we’d just trekked across town, I’d just scoffed a curry and to make the most of slinky japanese dress I was supporting the biggest and most attractive of pants. Sexy I was definitely not not feeling.

I put him off saying I was tired and really not in the mood (possibly a bad move) but again in the morning when he tried it on, I didnt have time (honestly) I had to get home, shower, change and get ready for a friends little boys christening…

I think you could say he was feeling a bit deflated & rejected… and he’s gone all quiet on me also! ekkk….

To be honest, it was probably a good thing… I was definitely getting the feeling he wanted something more out of it then I did, or something was not right, so maybe, in the long run it’s for the best! I just hope we can still be mates…. we shall see… 

So yeah… me and Pete, we’re kind of fucking! ha!

He invited me round to watch some trashy chick flick and have some take out a little while ago, we were kinda snuggling then we started kissing. I stopped (well done me) and we did the whole chat…

What does he want? I don’t think I want any thing serious! Neither does he apparently!? But this is fun! Maybe we could just do this!?

… So we did! Sorted…. marvelous! haha

So since then, we’ve well been having lots of the sex… it’s good! Nice, comfortable, he knows what he’s doing, he’s generous in a way Mr T wasnt. I like that I can play the younger sex kitten. We also really get along which is cool! It’s easy when we bump into eachother out, or at work, theres no tension. 

Its also really nice to hang out with a boy, I’ve missed that since Mr T left, Pete likes taking the cameras out for walks along the beach and is reteaching me how to use an old school SLR. It’s fun and if im totally honest the regular sex and the orgasms are awesome.

Only one warning flag to date… on a trip out one day, we drove past a sign for popular kids attraction, Pete mutters the words, I cant wait to have kids so I can go to these kinda places’…. now don’t get me wrong, I love kids, but no where am i ready for them, even in the next 5 years or so… and it got me thinking, he’s mid to late 30’s, he’s gonna want that soon…. Hmmmmmmmm

So a new guy has recently started at work, his name is Pete. He’s lovely, not my normal type, although he does kinda remind me of an older Mr T. Keen photographer, bearded, skateboarder, lives local and likes watching trashy tv! All good qualities if you ask me.

We went out on a date. I think. He said he ‘we should go out’ so we did, but as I was heading to the pub I was thinking, hmm…. this is a date right!?? I even text my friend ‘I think I’m just going on a date?!?’

A pub quiz and quite a few pints later he walked me home, then did the whole awkward are we arnt we gonna kiss thing, I settled on a friendly kiss on the cheek.

So now I’m confused, the ‘date’ and other things are definitely telling me he’s interested but I dont know, He’s lovely, but I’m only just single and I dont want a boyfriend, but sex…. Hmmm, sex always confuses everything, and regular sex….

Hmmm watch this space.

Hot damn…. now that was fun!

You can probably guess, a fun little midweek outing ended up with me going home with an afro’d hair, fur coat wearing up-and-coming rocker.

Get in….

Let me give you some details….

So as you know I’d been, somewhat horny recently after a way too long spell in the nookie department. So off I went out one Thursday evening for a few drinks and a dance in our favorite little alternative club…. there I was when I spotted him, lets call him CJ. 

Now, when I say spotted him, I spotted his hair first, big, huge afro esq curls. Now I like me some curly hair and this man had it to boot, next I spotted the fact his was wearing a fur coat to rival my nan’s vintage one, then as he turned round and I took in the rest of the package (yes, pun intended) skinny jeans, chelsea boots….. HOT.

Hot in the arrogant, nearly made it, rockstar kinda way. It was just what I wanted. This wasn’t a man you would take home to meet to folks, or who would cuddle you and watch old movies, no, this was a man who would take you home, fuck you, then leave in the morning without the awkward fuss of swapping numbers.

And that ladies and gentleman was exactly what we did. 

I went over to say hi, ‘I’d spotted your hair’ I started with, and within minutes we were kissing. After being without any action for so long I doubt very much I was subtle in my actions so it wasn’t long before I uttered those fatal words… ‘do you want to get out of here’. We didn’t waste much time in saying hi and bye to his band members and headed off to mine.

It was one of those horny walks home where every few minutes you have to stop for another kiss or an inappropriate grope. As you could guess by the time we got to mine, which luckily wasnt far, we were both worked up a treat.

No pleasantries, no fuss, straight to the bedroom, and straight on with it.

It was that urgent kind of kissing, in between peeling off layers of clothing, belts flinged across the room, bra pulled off and discarded, it wasn’t long before this beautiful rocker had me laid on the bed, paying my nipples some much needed attention. 

Now, not to boast but I am rather well endowed in the bra department, extremely so. This never fails to catch a mans attention and I’m a sure fire favourite when it comes to titwanks and things of this sort. He was on it like a bonnet. Going months without close contact with a hard cock, the sight had me literally wet with anticipation. Cj was, shall we say, pretty well endowed in that department too.

Like the kissing before, the foreplay was as urgent, both out for our own pleasure and happily using each other as the tools. Now I’m a huge fan of hours of foreplay but last night, well I just needed to be fucked, I rolled a condom on him and laid back, head hanging off the edge of the bed and he wasted no time in entering me and making me gasp with pleasure. 

I. Love. SEX.

We fucked hard and fast, all sweat and panting and both came almost together. Collapsing back under the covers we both fell into that weird, slightly intoxicated, just fucked a stranger, but its 3.30am and I’m kinda tired sleep.

Interrupted, of course with a bit of 5am undercover naughtiness, a quick clit orgasm for me and a killer blowjob, back we both went to sleep till my alarm went off.

We both chuckled as we took in my room in a sober state, discarded items of clothing and underwear leaving a trail to my bedroom. I dropped him back to his mates on route to work and he left me with a full on snog and an ‘i’ll call you…’ chuckling as he slammed the door, knowing we hadnt swapped numbers.

Ladies and gentlemen, the perfect one night stand and the end of my dry spell… Why thank you.