Excerpts about Men, Sex, Cocktails, Girl Talk, and More

   

     Everybody knows what good sex feels like. Everybody knows what bad sex feels like. And everybody knows what it feels like to anticipate good sex when you’ve been having bad sex for a long time. After the “Sister Date” with Daniella I wanted some male attention pronto. I’m newly single, I hadn’t had sex in 2 months, and the last time I saw Jo I slipped up and said the safety word……. damnit! All I know is when I woke up that fateful Sunday morning I knew I was getting me some! Until I got that “feeling.” You know the “feeling” you get every 28 days. Not today, I’m begging and pleading with the Lord to give me this day to act like a total slut, I deserve it. The last time Jo and I got together I was so hot and bothered I don’t even think I could remember my name if you had asked me. I planned on seeing him over his place later and I was going to make him climb walls! I touched up my “chucky”(no signs of my “friend” yet, thank you Lord) a little so it wasn’t looking like wild kingdom, I put on matching underwear this time, my natural hair was looking extra good this day and I was smelling fresher than a newly bathed baby. Hours had passed and it was time for me to hop in my car and become a show stopper. I made my way down to I-95 with the thoughts of how tonight was going to play out. You can dream it, you can fantasize it, and you can plan it in you head but when it comes down to the deed, all that shit goes out the window.

     My heart was racing as I parked out front of his house. I checked the inside my pants to make sure no surprises…….I’m  good. I texted him to let him know I had arrived. Jo opened the door with nothing but a towel on and his body dripping wet. He answered ” I’ve been waiting for you.” God damn those sexy Latin eyes! I’d been waiting for him too. We went downstairs to the basement, as I sat down he went into his room to put on some boxers…… later they would be coming right off. We snuggled up together on the couch to watch the playoff games between Boston and Orlando. I don’t even watch basketball but I was just killing a little time in my head to figure out how I was going to break him off a little sumthin sumthin. Jo reached for my butt and asked “Why are your clothes still on?” As soon as he said that I knew it was showtime. It’s been a little while since I’ve made love to anyone since my ex, and I wasn’t going to make love tonight. Tonight I was going to fuck Jo like I was going to prison for 10 years and he was going to be my last male contact. I got up from the couch and led him into his bedroom. He dimmed the lights as I took off my clothes and laid on his bed. He walked up ever so slowly and did one of those sexy upside down kisses like Kirsten Dunst and Toby McGuire in the first Spiderman Movie. Then he twisted me over so fast and we were face to face. Our breathing patterns were matching. The last time we had a passionate night of sex was about 2 years ago. I ran my hands down slowly until I came to his rock hard penis and I knew I had never wanted to fuck so bad in all of my life until that very moment. He kissed me first slowly that later turned into a feverish make out session. Then right when I was about to get restless about the kissing he stuck that rock hard stick inside me and I swear all that was shit in my life up into that point was golden. I mean I’ve never gotten so much excercise like that in a long ass time. I was up, I was down, I was on my side, I was on my head, we were standing up, we were laying down, I was on top, he was on top, I was shaped like a preztel, he was shaped like a question mark……bottom line, we were fuckin’ and I wasn’t holding back. Don’t worry either, we were using condoms, I was horny but I wasn’t stupid. He was pulling my hair, I was biting his neck, he was scratching my back, I was choking his neck and by the time we were done all you could see was a pool of sweat on his bed where our bodies were laid.

    Now, normally I like to give you about 4 maybe 5 minutes tops of cuddling time but with Jo it’s different. He has this way of touching you while you talk where the 5 minute cuddle turns into 20. Next thing I know, we’re naked, I’m laying on my stomach and he’s laid on top of me stroking my neck and we’re just in deep conversation. If that’s his game he plays it well. I’m not trying to get attached to Jo though, he’s the type that’ll be a Bachelor until his 30’s when he realizes his ass is getting too damn old for motorbikes, nightclubs, and random bitches every other night. He’s afraid of commitment. Hence why I hadn’t been with him in 2 years, at least this time I know what I’m getting myself into, last time I didn’t, won’t make that mistake again. After our conversation I got up, said something about me having to get up early in the morning, put on my clothes and kissed him by. I wasn’t trying to do a drive-by screw but sometimes you have to play it like that with these guys, they’re too damn cocky. 

   I drove home feeling good. Not guilty at all. I’ve played by the rules for a long time and look where it got me? This summer is going to be totally different. I’m going to be safe but expect that inner “slore” (slut/whore) to reign supreme in 2010. And you know what the highlight of the night was? I didn’t get my period until the day after! Cheers to me!