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“Coming home…”

May 25, 2010

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about a few of my prior relationships. Okay, I’ll be honest…I’ve been thinking about the sex. I’ve had some pretty fucking great sex, in both my vanilla and kink experiences. I’ve written about a few here (see the post about my best orgasm ever here and fucking over the roll bar of a jeep in the middle of the Las Vegas desert here and my simulated rape scene, here) but over the next few weeks I’m going to take you on a trip down memory lane. Some stories will be about boyfriends and hookups in my vanilla adventures, others former partners in the scene and maybe even one or two from my present relationship. The trick is, I’m not going to tell you who is who because that’s not the point. This isn’t about outing anyone or bragging (OK maybe a little.. I’m proud of my sex life, it’s been an awesome ride) and because of this, most character defining details will be left out. Rather, it’s about exploring my past, and how I can better apply the lessons I’ve learned about where I’ve been to the path I am looking towards taking now. It’s about reassessment and personal growth. I’m excited… I’m REALLY excited. Dammit where’d I leave that pocket rocket???

This all started after I wrote the first Perv’s Perspective piece on showers. I was a sopping wet puddle doing the research to get that post out. Lots of porn.. lots of pictures.. .oh it was hot for sure! I began to think back to some of my more memorable fucks in the shower and what I came to realize was that I really like it in the shower haha. There will no doubt be plenty of shower stories before this series is over but perhaps the most memorable expericnes in the shower was the beginning to one of the most intense nights I’ve ever had…

It was late, sometime around eleven o’clock in the evening. I had expected him home hours ago and the more time passed, the more anxious I grew. I was in the kitchen when I heard his front door open. As I heard his footsteps on the tile my body froze and I stood there in the middle of the room with a dish and towel in my hands, unable to move. We had been fighting. While he had been out of town for the last two weeks we had fought, possibly one of the worst fights we ever would have. Now, he was walking back into his apartment to find me waiting. It was like one of those scenes in a movie where the guy comes home, bags in hands, and when he sees her he drops them. There in the entrance to the kitchen he stopped and put down the suitcases he had been carrying in each hand.

“I’m not upset with you, you know that right?” he said reading the fear in my face. All I could muster was to nod my head slowly. “Things happen and we are going to work through it, it’s okay”

I cautiously set down the dish and rag onto the counter. I wanted to run up and hug him, but the surge of anxiety that had swept over me when he had walked in still had me partially paralyzed. He slowly walked closer until he was standing right in front of me, looking down into my eyes. He read the pain in my face and wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close and in that instant I began to quietly cry into his chest. The sense of comfort and relief I felt in his arms was the answer I needed. In that moment, I forgave him and hoped he could do the same.

He told me he just wanted to go to bed, but needed a shower before crawling into the clean sheets of the bed that I had made up earlier in the afternoon…

I hadn’t seen anyone else naked in the two weeks he had been gone. I hadn’t felt skin against mine or had anyone look at me with that look. So, as he turned on the shower and began to undress I grew more and more turned on. We hopped in the shower and while cleaning off I noticed how hard he’d become. Now, I should mention that this wasn’t usual. We bathed together all the time, seeing me naked had never been an instantly arousing image for him. Switching spots under the water his cock brushed against my stomach and I began to tingle. I was filled with so much desire and at the same time there was so much sexual tension. I wanted him so badly, but not knowing if he had forgiven me as well I kept my hands and body to myself and continued to clean off. After stepping out of the shower, I noticed how hard he was still after even drying off. I stood there in the bathroom unsure of what I should do when he dropped his towel and looked at me. “Up on the counter,” was all he said. I must have had a confused look on my face because he repeated himself, “Get your ass up on the counter”. I pushed away his toiletries and hopped up on the edge of the sink and my back, still wet, slid up against the mirror. He looked at me and stepped forward so he was standing between my legs, his cock in hand. He brought one hand to his mouth and spit on his fingers before reaching back down and rubbing his saliva on the head of his still very hard cock. He did all that while staring at me with that look on his face, the look that said, “I’m about to fuck you and you don’t know how lucky you are.”

He positioned his cock right outside my pussy. Slowly he ran his head up and down my lips, eventually parting them. As he he began to go inside, he slowly pushed and as he stretched me inside inch by inch, my head fell back in painful ecstasy and biting my lip was all I could do to keep myself from screaming out in pleasure. He stopped when he was deep inside of me and as I looked back down our eyes met. He slowly moved in and out and we just stared at each other. As the tension and passion built, grasping onto the edge of the counter, my muscles clamping down onto his cock I tried desperately to keep myself stable…

2 Comments leave one →
  1. May 25, 2010 3:48 pm

    Hon, you write such good recollections of adventures, i love it! ❤ The Slutty Friend


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