She tasted good, real good. I could have had her on the stairs. I went to bite her neck (softly at first) and she resisted. Clear sign of a woman who is NOT disturbed enough for my sexual preference. Regardless, she was a fantastic kisser. I am not one to hold myself to the highest moral standards, but please, why get flustered when you can’t give me an erection when you’re attempting to do so standing on the staircase of a busy nightclub? I can talk woody down pretty easily when I need to. God I needed that pussy though. I suppose the intense ten minute French kiss fest delivered some much needed sexual gratification. “You gotta work for it,” is what she said. Gotta thank her for that advice, it’s damn true in many ways.
Rebecca was her name. Good fucking god man, a bottom to die for. Probably not the most intelligent, or self-respecting girl (on an internet network with 400+ followers she has a picture of her beautiful apple derriere seductively shrouded in dripping wet black underwear.) If I lived alone I have no doubt we would have had sex, however bringing home a twenty-five year old I had met twenty minutes before to fuck in my room with my parents next door – then introducing her the next morning to them… is something I knew wouldn’t happen, something I couldn’t face, not yet. So I lied, said I had work the next day. Maybe she knew I was lying, I don’t know. The taste of her lips and tongue on mine was amazing though.
good god, if it was you, thank you for showing me I am still alive and capable of pulling women!
Rebecca was her name. Good fucking god man, a bottom to die for. Probably not the most intelligent, or self-respecting girl (on an internet network with 400+ followers she has a picture of her beautiful apple derriere seductively shrouded in dripping wet black underwear.) If I lived alone I have no doubt we would have had sex, however bringing home a twenty-five year old I had met twenty minutes before to fuck in my room with my parents next door – then introducing her the next morning to them… is something I knew wouldn’t happen, something I couldn’t face, not yet. So I lied, said I had work the next day. Maybe she knew I was lying, I don’t know. The taste of her lips and tongue on mine was amazing though.
good god, if it was you, thank you for showing me I am still alive and capable of pulling women!