Last night’s date will be discussed momentarily. First, TODAY. I had a coffee date with this guy that I’ve been texting for a while. He’s one of those oil rig dudes that goes and hangs out on an oil rig for a week and then has vacay the week after. Just got home last night apparently, and I’ve been itching to hang out with him for a while. 11 am drinks seemed a little ridiculous, hence coffee. Even though I really don’t like coffee. I got the sugariest most milk-infused kind on the menu at this little coffee shop we went to and still didn’t drink it all.
I need to learn how to quit rambling about random bullshit because who gives a fuck about the coffee? We stayed at the coffee place a grand total of ten minutes. I was giving him my best “please let’s go fuck” eyes and I think he was trying to just resist the urge for a little while but when I started rubbing his leg with my foot, that was it. Headed straight for his apartment.
He knew I wanted it rough, and boy oh boy did he deliver. Oh me oh my. Forgot to mention – he asked me to wear some nylon pantyhose on the date. I hate that stuff, but it was so worth it today… As soon as I got into his place he threw me on the couch and tore a big hole in the nylons, letting out my bare ass. Because obviously I wasn’t wearing panties. Who wears panties in public? What losers. Gosh.
Anyway, he tore it open and smacked my ass til his fingerprints were bruised on there, then throat fucked me til I gagged. (The pictures he sent me earlier that week were misleading in the most wonderful of ways – his cock was a lot bigger than I expected.) Fifteen minutes in my makeup was already all over my face and my hair was going wild, and I still hadn’t felt him inside me. He wanted to hear me beg for it, I knew. But even though I love being dominated, I’m way too feisty to just let it happen. He called me a brat about it, actually. Haha. What can I say, I like being truly taken… It’s less fun without a fight.
I gave in once he started teasing me with the head. That’s my downfall I guess, can’t take being teased for too long. The second the word “please” left my lips it felt like my pussy was being split in two, that’s how hard he shoved himself inside. If I’d had the tiniest bit of clit friction I would’ve come right then, but sadly I had to wait about three more minutes until he decided I should get on top.
And that was just the beginning of the three hour sexcapade that was my afternoon, which consisted of him picking me up and fucking me against a wall, tying me up to his bedpost with my torn up pantyhose and fucking me there, and my favorite part of the day – taking me to the bathroom, leaning me over the counter, and pulling my head back by my hair so I could watch myself getting fucked in the mirror. I’ve never really seen my own expression getting fucked. In hindsight, I probably should try to look less like I’m getting murdered, but by that point I was past the point of caring about my appearance. My hair was literally a knot on top of my head (he had tied it up so it would stay out of the way while I was sucking him off) and I’m pretty sure I had mascara on my lips. Somehow. Didn’t give a shit, I was officially experiencing the best fuck of my life.
I’m not sure how he accomplished this, but minus about twenty minutes of sitting in bed cuddling, he was super hard the ENTIRE time too. And he came three times. I am truly impressed by Mr. Superman. That’s what we’re calling him by the way. I was debating something about his height – he’s 6’6″, which is crazy compared to my 5’3″, but I guess it works. Funny story by the way – I totally rejected him initially on the dating site. I was like, “No way you’re getting in my pants, you’re too tall and it would be ridiculous.” Thank goodness he was clever enough to continue the conversation in an interesting direction. (It helps that he’s super good looking, but I really didn’t want to give him a chance at first because I thought it would be completely awkward trying to have sex. Glad I got proven wrong.)
As I was leaving I said to him, “I can’t wait to see you again.” He laughed and told me to call him any time, but I don’t think he’s expecting a text as soon as I’d like to send one. I should probably wait the customary three days, but fuck, if I could go back there tomorrow I would. With plenty of Advil in tow, of course. The soreness is worth it.
On the bright side, he took a few pictures and videos of our adventure today and sent them to me – guess who’s having epic solo fun tonight?
Okay. So as far as the date last night was concerned, pretty boring stuff. I ended up getting flaked on by the guy I was actually supposed to meet up with like seconds before I was about to leave my house. But another dude had messaged me on the dating site shortly beforehand looking for a fun night. His pictures were all of him playing soccer for a university and I would’ve bet money that he was a catfish because when I google image searched the pictures they were on tons of websites. But, his bio came up and when I asked him a few questions he answered them to perfection, so I figured I’d see where the selfie-trade off texting thing went.
He sent me a very legitimate looking selfie from what was clearly a hotel room in the city – apparently he JUST moved here from his university city, so everything was still lining up. I was bored and wanted to get laid so I asked him if I could just go to his hotel room. By that time it was pretty late and he was making all sorts of excuses about having to get up early in the morning, but he also kept telling me how much he wanted me there with him.
Well, I obviously ended up going, but turns out the issue wasn’t really that he was getting up early, he was just afraid to embarrass himself. Soccer Star clearly had not had sex in a VERY long time, if you catch my drift. That’s the definition of a quickie. But he’s smoking hot and seems like a legitimately cool person, so I may end up seeing him again.
Nothing remotely on the level of my amazing day today. Oh my goodness I cannot wait to see Mr. Superman again. Can. Not. Wait.
I need a serious distraction. J, let me come over dammit!