Yup, totally did her

I texted her a few times during the day.  Nothing graphic, but more than hints.  She replied in kind.  We'd already made plans to run an errand together after work, she suggested we have dinner first.  I was careful to eat lightly.   Despite a supremely irritating bus ride home and almost stumbling into a Serious Discussion (when WILL I learn to STFU?) we're on the couch drinking wine and kissing.

I was hoping to start with a blowjob on the couch, but girlfriend's a southern girl and her sense of decorum strikes, well, most of the time.  So to the bedroom where we undressed.

Have I talked about her breasts?  Let me talk about her breasts.  They're fabulous.

Fine, I'll elaborate.  Double handfuls, small pink nipples, soft skin, firm interior.  They were DDs before she started losing weight.  Like most busty girls her breasts aren't particularly sensitive (reminds me of a Depeche Mode song) so I don't spend much time with them.  She likes to watch me kiss her nipples because it makes certain muscles on my neck pop and she enjoys the sight.

She comments that my erection might be too large for her mouth.  She does have a small mouth but some of this I believe is base flattery.  I'll take it.  I lay down and she sucks my dick like she never has before.  Later she says that she just went with it without thinking about what she was doing.  Not avoidance, but letting her instincts lead.  Hurray for instincts.  I had to control my breathing right off the bat.

Then the humping.  She's really tight and she won't let me go down on her so we almost always have to use lube.  I slippery up and it's easier to enter her than is often the case.  I start off slow like normal, giving her pussy time to adjust to the invasion, long, slow steady strokes.  She's off and running though.  I suppose I should send her subtly naughty text messages more often.

She starts rubbing her clit.  Her face flushes and her breathing gets ragged.  I feel her pussy clench down and I change my stroke, instead of pulling back I stay inside her and push forward.  If I withdraw I'll pop out, she's that tight when she's about to come.

Then she tells me to stop.  She's never done that before.  Sometimes I feel like I'm the pole in a strip bar with her, but she's worth it.  She comes so hard I'm glad she's not a screamer, she'd have deafened me for sure.  Then I start pounding.  Unfortunately she's dried out a bit and even after a reapplication of lube she's over it.  I don't get to come myself but we're not using what you'd call effective birth control so I rarely do.  Ounce of prevention and all that.

I roll off her and pull the covers over us.  More kissing and talking of things.  Good time.

Mmmmmmm

Girlfriend is out of the danger zone. I do believe I am going to fuck her tight pussy tonight.

Stage 1 scarlet fever

I will cop to having a mild case of the above mentioned "disease". It's not the chronic variety, a buddy of mine has stage 4 yellow fever (I'm making these stages up, please don't ask me to quantify them), if she has an epicanthic fold he wants it. For me redheads get extra credit, which is handy for them because a sad proportion of strawberry pie is crust. Fortunately this is not the case with my girlfriend, she's quite pretty, all apple cheeked and green eyed. And STACKED, but I digress.

There's a redhead I used to know (not in the Biblical sense, alas) on my bus right now. She used to tend bar where I was a regular and she apart from her quarter-bouncing tight ass her primary charm was her main sequence ginger status. Rashly curly hair, freckles in abundance, maybe not so much the temper but by several accounts (including her own, and some hints from her husband) the lustiness.

But y'know, she really wasn't that pretty. I worked with a similarly featured brunette who was as plain as the say is long. I should have steered her toward some dye.

If I was single I may have chatted her up, we got along fine but we didn't have a lot in common. She's a doctrinaire liberal progressive and I'm more scattershot and realpolitik in my outlook. I was also a grade A loser back then, but it would be a challenge that could pay off big. She's wearing boots (that's another post entirely) and a kinda ruffly short skirt.

Instead I'm gonna pick up some groceries and go home, where my girl will be happy to see me.

Relationship. Yay.

Well la dee da!

Heading into Old Town, ground zero for hot and shallow, for the birthday of the last chick I was fucking when I was single.

Might be a rough night.

My girlfriend is there, fortunately. Hopefully that'll keep me focused.

Fun and, uh, not-fun

The GF was gone for a week, she got home Thursday night with a foreign cold.

We started off the weekend right when she came into my snore cave for good morning cuddles that turned into good morning fucking when penis realized the vagina was nearby.

That afternoon we were napping before going to an NYE party. She comes back into the snore cave and drops her PJ bottoms, calling me to duty.

I did my duty.

Then she got me sick.

Relationships are all compromise.