Dickmatized. There is legitimately no other way to describe it. The last experience with A was pretty amazing. Turning me on whilst I’m fully clothed to the extent he did without laying a hand on me was like a Little Mix song – purely black magic. Read it here https://wp.me/pa73Re-U
However, what followed was not. (Bear with – just getting some of the boring explanation out of the way).
Turns out, pushing a guy off of you – even if the reason is 100% because your legs are spikier than a porcupine – is NOT a smart thing to do. I’d actually hurt him. The person that I originally thought was harder than his dick had been a few days ago….
The conversation continued, with both of us trying to put our point across, to no avail. It got heated and ended with the below:
I tried to explain but each time I did, it got too heated. I knew I’d hurt him. He was really pissed at me.
I got drunk at my Christmas party that year and I messaged him. He seemed ok – I asked if I could see him as I wanted to make up for making him feel how he did. How I dealt with that situation wasn’t the best… I should have been honest that it was my fucking hairy legs and my hoohah that had, at that moment in time, been in competition with Alan Titchmarsh’s Wild Indigo Bush at the Chelsea Flower Show that stopped me from riding him into next week, not anything to do with him.
He said he would stay awake but by the time I was ready to leave, he’d fallen asleep.
We didn’t speak after that – Christmas and New Year went by and he was never far from my thoughts but he drifted further and further out of them as the weeks went on.
February 2017 – my friend Zoe’s birthday gathering – my brother in law picked me up and drive me home. For some reason, he drove a way that he never usually did. And we drove straight past A’s house. His bedroom light was on. That was the first time I had thought about him for a while. I got home and got into bed, opened WhatsApp and sent over the photos I had taken at the party to everyone.
His name suddenly appeared, with a message. I hadn’t brought myself to delete his number. (I didn’t screenshot every message between us so I can’t upload them)
‘I still think about you, you know’
WHAT THE FUCK? No contact for ages and then the first time I think about him, literally 30 minutes later, he messages me.
I told him it was the most random message I’d received all year and we laughed and joked for a while – then the serious chat came. I’d come off of all dating apps, focused on myself, had lost weight, was doing well at work. My year had been ok. He said how pleased he was for me and that he was glad I was happy. We brushed on what happened before. He again told me it was something he would never forget but that he felt not good enough etc. I tried to make light of it and move on. We messaged for a couple of hours.
We messaged here and there over the next few weeks. One Friday night he messaged me after being out in London. He asked if I was out. I wasn’t. But I was out the next night. he was off to Brighton. ‘Shame’ was our response to one another.
Cue Saturday night with my best friend. All the wine. All the laughs, even an ongoing joke about a trip we kept wanting to take together. We went to a bar. Whilst ordering our drinks my best friend turned to me and say ‘Oh my god, A is here’.
AGAIN, WHAT THE FUCK? He was meant to be in Brighton. I shit myself. What the hell was he doing here? Had he come here especially? He knew where I was going to be but I had no expectation of seeing him. I mean, I looked fucking good that night – I tried to enjoy myself but I was on edge all night. My feet hurt from dancing and my hoohah was tingling more than the time I used Original Source mint shower gel down there. WHY DOES HE HAVE SUCH A HOLD ON ME? WHY DO I TURN INTO A QUIVERING WRECK WHEN IM 5 FOOT AWAY FROM HIM? I managed to remain inconspicuous for the time I was there. He hadn’t seen me. I felt almost like I was on a secret mission.
I went back to my friends. We drank some more and we sang until the early hours. He was messaging me. He invited me over. I’d waited a while to spend time with my friend – I’d not had a night out with her for ages. I’m ashamed to say that A won. She was annoyed with me, and I don’t blame her. At the time I was blinkered – FUCKING DICKMATIZED – by A.
He sent an Uber. Within 5 minutes I was there. I walked in and I knew he was pleased with what he saw. I was in a pink playsuit and as I bent down to remove my heels, I just knew his eyes were all over me. I went upstairs. He bought me water. Dimmed his bedroom light and laid down next to me. That smell. Fucking hell if I wasn’t soaked at the thought of getting his magnificent cock in my hands and mouth again, that smell would’ve done it on its own. Clean, citrusy, musky. Jesus. My knickers are genuinely stuck to me.
Thank fuck I wore nice underwear.
I’m not sure if it was the copious amounts of wine or the fact, not 20 minutes ago I was standing on my mates sofa belting out Abba feeling on top of the world but I got up. I stood at the side of the bed. I peeled my playsuit down, exposing my bra and slowly wriggled it over my hips. I stood there for a minute, letting him take it in. Literally, I have no idea where that confidence came from – I was just standing there letting him look at me. What I remember vividly is that my hair was curled and I had Charlotte Tilbury Electric Poppy lipstick on. I was again, wearing Armani Rose Diamonds. That smell was just A. It was the smell I associated with being with him. Sweet and musky, in a feminine way. It was in my hair and all over my neck and wrists.
I climbed into bed, in my underwear. I laid on my side and he literally slid up to me like a magnet attracting metal. My arse was pushed out slightly and my left leg was curled up over my right. His left hand was tracing my side. Down over my hip, my left thigh and up my front, settling on the outside of my bra teasing my nipple, which was already as hard as a bullet. I pushed into him backwards and his lips were on my shoulder. He moved my hair so that he could reach my neck and my cheek. – fuck his kisses. His beard rubbed on my skin as he was kissing me. Not too bristly but enough to slightly irritate. I liked it. He told me he wanted my bra off. I went to sit up and as I did, with one quick movement, my bra was unhooked. WITH ONE HAND? Mate, I’ve been putting my bra on for 32 years and I haven’t mastered that. I’m impressed.
He slides it over my shoulders and pulls me back down. Before I know it he is on top of me. HOLY FUCK A – I’M ABOUT TO CUM ALL OVER YOUR EGYPTIAN COTTON SHEETS AND YOU HAVEN’T EVEN TAKEN MY KNICKERS OFF.
He pins my arms down and is kissing me aggressively. I think I quite like it. I have no control other than to clench my thighs together. I can’t move my arms because he is so strong. He moves from my mouth to my breasts. His lips are around my right nipple, flicking it gently with his tongue. It feels SO good. he grazes it with his teeth and I cry out – seems he might be trying to get me back for the time I did it to him. He moves to the left and does the same, only this time he bites harder. My body jolts upwards but it’s slightly painful as my arms are still pinned down. The only noise I can make is ‘fuck!’ and he asks me if I like it. I actually kind of do in a weird way.
He moves his head down, kissing my stomach. He has to release my arms now as he is too far down to concentrate on what he is doing and keep me restrained.
He kisses my hips and moves his mouth slowly over my knickers. He hovers in just the right place. WHY IS HE WAITING? PLEASE – JUST TAKE THEM OFF. He licks me over the top of my underwear. Enough so I can feel how warm his tongue is. He pushes my legs apart roughly and it makes me gasp. He moves even slower down my legs and there is that ankle move again! Kisses from my ankle upwards. Only this time its on my bare skin and I have goosebumps. His beard tickles my legs and when he reaches the inside of my left thigh I giggle quietly as it really tickles. Another lick over my underwear before he sits up, hooks his thumbs inside the band of my knickers and pulls them down, lifting my legs in the air to get them off.
I am completely naked now. he is on his knees looking down at me and I have legitimately never felt as sexy in my ENTIRE life. I want him to start so badly but he’s just hovering, drinking in the view. I look at him and tell him that I really want him and with a wry smile on his face he moves downwards and pushes his tongue into me so deeply but with the lightest touch.
I can describe it no other way than absolute heaven. His movement are so light but they hit so many spots I never knew existed. His tongue is soft and warm and I can do nothing but moan softly and tell him not to stop. Long, warm, soft licks that feel as though they are coming from my arse all the way up to my clit. he doesn’t focus on that though. he knows from previous conversations that this is what I like. He stops. He sits up and moves his body so he is on top of me. He kisses me and asks me if I like what he is doing. Holy shit I am so turned on right now that I manage a couple of nods and a whimper and he kisses me again and tells me he is only just getting started.
Another swift movement and he is down between my legs again. I try to savour it while trying my upmost to keep my shit together and not explode all over his face when all of a sudden his middle finger is inside me.
FUCK. FUCK. FUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!
Where the fuck has this man come from? Planet icanmakeawomanorgasmin10seconds?!!!
His finger goes so deep I feel like its going to come out of my mouth. The BOOM. He finds it. The sweet spot. I can picture it in my head – it’s like he is using his middle finger to beckon me towards him. Only his finger is inside me. And its rubbing the spot that makes me feel I’m going to wet myself any damn second.
I’m not sure how much I can take. I am literally moaning so loudly, his neighbours are going to think he’s watching a porn film with the windows open. BOOM AGAIN! His tongue is back near my clit and his finger has been joined by its buddy, the forefinger. MY WHOLE BODY IS TINGLING. I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE.
But I don’t want him to stop. He CANNOT stop. Anything he asked me to do right now I would do. I would be 100% his to do with as he pleases. I’m immobile. His tongue is still so soft and his licks are long and warm. His fingers are going overtime and I feel like I’m in a world of my own – my head thrown back and my eyes closed. He is enjoying this as much as I am from the moans escaping his mouth when he comes up for air.
Oh my god, that spot – stay there and do not move. My body is pushing into him now – my thighs look like I’ve just done 2 hours in the gym – rock solid. I am licking my lips now, wishing he was deep inside my mouth – Jesus, Mary and Joseph I am literally about to explode. One more lick and a push against my soft fleshy g-spot and I cannot hold it any longer. Every part of my body is tensing – waiting for the release that is coming. I’m tingling, my stomach muscles are so tense and within a millisecond I cry out and my orgasm literally ripples through my whole body.
My hands are grabbing his hair and my hips are pushed upwards into his face. The only sound I can muster is ‘FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK ME’.
He sits up looking very pleased with himself and I am finding it hard to even move. My limbs feel like lead. He asks if I’m ok and I can’t even talk.
He collapses onto his pillows and I just know that I need to ensure he gets the same level of pleasure. I know exactly what will work.
I pull myself up and climb over his left leg so I am sitting between them. My hands grab his cock and let me just reiterate again – IT’S FUCKING MAGNIFICENT. It takes seconds to get him hard. he is propped up so he can watch what I am doing. I know that if I take him in my mouth again, he will cum so quickly but I want to give him a deeper level of pleasure this time. I play for a little while and I know he is getting close – even though I’ve only been naked with him one time before, I can read him like a book – I stop. I move my fingers down over his balls and massage his perineum for a second. Oh he likes this. He really likes this.
Shall I? I know what he so desperately wants. I know he’s never had it done properly before. The most random thought goes through my head… this better not ruin my gel nails – I only did them today!
Fuck it, I know how much this is going to blow his mind. I spit on my right index finger and circle his arsehole. He drops his knees down and he is frog-legged in front of me.
I want to take him somewhere he has never been and so I slowly insert my finger. His head is thrown back and the biggest groan escapes his mouth. My finger goes deeper. His left arm leaves his chest and grasps the bedsheet.
There is only one way this is going and it’s going to be even better then the last time I made him cum.
Part 3…… coming soon.