A Night Worth Writing About

He wasn’t the first guy I slept with after the break up with my ex, but he was the first one worth writing about. We met at a bar Saturday night and less than an hour later, we stumbled into my apartment.

When I said good-bye to my friends, I didn’t even try to hide where I was going and what I was going to do. Blame the alcohol or not. I told my friends that I was going to go get fucked. I don’t think either of them were surprised.

My encounter with him started with dancing that quickly turned dirty. His body against mine, was all it took for me to want to go home with him. His hands on me sealed the deal. He groped me, then cupped my breasts. He touched me in ways that shouldn’t be done in public.

Blame the alcohol again. I may have told him that I wanted him to fuck me. I had to practically scream it because of the loud music. Walking back to my apartment, he told me that he knew I was a slut from the moment he laid his eyes on me. That made my underwear wet.

As soon as the door closed to my apartment his hands were on me again. He touched me the way I needed to be touched. He kisses devoured me and within a few moments I was on my back, him on top of me.

Clothes came off in rapid succession. As soon as my jeans were off, he found his way between my legs. His fingers drifted into my thong and into my wetness. He pulled my lace underwear out of the way and he licked, nibbled and kissed with more lust than my ex had in a long time. He made me moan. He made my body shake.

My thong came off and he fingered as he licked. He made me climax, then as soon as I could, I wanted to return the favor. He laid back and I took his cock in my hands. I stroked him, feeling his hardness. Feeling like I was a slut and glad to be single.

I took his cock in my mouth and ran my lips up and down his long shaft. I didn’t just go through the motions like I did sometimes with my ex. I enjoyed his cock, especially when he held the back of my head and made me gag.

I brought him close, but he held back. He told me that he wanted to fuck me. That was all I needed to hear. I took a condom out of my dresser, the supply restocked just that week. He put it on and I climbed on top of him.

He pushed into me, deep into my wetness with his hardness. It was what I craved and we fucked me the way I needed. He didn’t try to make love to me the way a boyfriend would. He fucked me like it was a one night stand and he wanted to make sure that I wouldn’t ever forget him.

He pinned me down, then plowed his cock into me. Each hard thrust made my whole body shake. My tits bounced. I was sweating and breathing heavy.

He fucked me from behind, first doggy style with me on my hands and knees. Then he pushed me on to my stomach and kept going. He held my waist tight and drilled his cock into me. It was what I needed and then some. I orgasmed, but he kept going for a few more minutes.

With my encouragement, he took off the condom and shot his cum on to my ass. It splattered on to me, making me feel like a cumslut again.

We could’ve been done there, but we couldn’t get enough of each other. After bathroom trips and rehydration stops in the kitchen, we were making out in bed again. This time completely naked. My bra had stayed on during the first session, but now his hands and mouth were all over my breasts. That’s when I let him know that if he wanted to titty fuck me, he could.

We fucked in the more traditional manner again shortly after I made that offer. He was on top again, fucking me like it was our first time together. He fucked me like I was his whore.

I had forgotten about my offer by the time he pulled out. I was confused as he took off the condom. But when he re-positioned himself on top of me, his cock near my tits, I knew exactly what he was doing.

He put his cock between my cleavage and I held my tits together for him. He fucked me like he was fucking my pussy. He used me.

A few times his cock got close enough to my mouth where I could lick it. A few times he let me suck on it. When he did that, he fucked my mouth more than I sucked his cock. However, for the most part he just fucked my tits. He kept going until he took over with his hand. He stroked himself for me until his cock exploded.

His cum shot, then dripped all over my cleavage and neck. I loved it and I felt alive for the first time in a while. I felt like the real me again. I didn’t feel like I had to hold back on what I wanted. For a night, it felt great to be single again.