Take It Like A Man
A good fuck buddy is hard to find, impossible to deny and difficult to train; one should always be able to count on him. My fuck buddy seemed to be flaking… It appeared he had forgot his small role in my very active life and I made it my mission to remind him the only way I knew how. Denial.
April 27, 2010
A good fuck buddy is hard to find, impossible to deny and difficult to train; one should always be able to count on him. My fuck buddy seemed to be flaking… It appeared he had forgot his small role in my very active life and I made it my mission to remind him the only way I knew how. Denial.
It has been almost 2 years since our delicious affair began and The Photographer was in need of a refresher; when I want you, I get to have you. After MONTHS of avoidance, I felt he was punished enough; that and I was itching to be taken. I messaged him to meet me the next day, I had an hour and if he ever wanted to see me again he would meet me at his studio.
Midtown is a true nightmare; I walked passed the construction zone and climbed the steps to his building. It is virtually impossible to walk down the street without being accosted by the pathetic men who eye me up and down. His apartment is letter F and I laughed to myself, as all we ever seem to do there is fuck.
The Photographer opened the door and smiled, the same devilish grin across his lips. He immediately tried to kiss me; I pulled back. I let him run his hands over my body, let him kiss my neck. He was getting hard and when he pushed up against me I could feel every inch. I wanted him immediately. I wanted him to grab my shoulders, push me down onto his desk and take me right there; instead I walked across the room, letting him eye me, ache for me.
I tossed my purse onto the chair and he came up behind me, turning me around to face him. I kissed him, letting him taste every inch of my tongue; feel every second of what he had been missing. I got down on my knees and unbuttoned his jeans, he was getting harder by the minute. Taking the tip of him in my mouth I teased him with my tongue before devouring every inch. He could barely stand and forced me to stop.
He pushed me down onto the couch and pulled my dress up around my waist. I loved what he did with his tongue. He licked and sucked on me until I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to have him. I straddled him, slowing lowering myself onto him. I fucked him hard. He begged me to stop; he couldn’t contain himself. He came so hard, it was amazing to watch, moaning and pulling me in even closer as he let go. After he came, I continued to fuck him until I was ready to let go.
I rolled over on the couch barely able to breathe. He started to say something and I put my finger to my lips, “Shhh..” I whispered. He smiled and laughed, “I forgot you hate to talk after sex, you are just like a man.”
I closed my eyes and smiled, I was like a man; even though we had just finished fucking, I could hardly wait until the morning when I would be fucking someone else.