Truth Time
Falling down the rabbit hole is a rush. Walls zoomed past as I saw him; I couldn't think or speak... and I most certainly could not look him in the eye.
June 15, 2011
Falling down the rabbit hole is a rush. Walls zoomed past as I saw him; I couldn't think or speak... and I most certainly could not look him in the eye.
From that moment when we'd met, it was something I'd never felt; as if I'd known him my entire life. He could see through the bull shit, into my very core. Undeniable was the electricity and energy that flowed between us.
He put me in a taxi at the end of the night; I knew it would not be the last time I saw him.
Next time, I wouldn't be going home alone. And I didn't.
The problem with the rabbit hole? It's easy to get in and nearly impossible to make it back out.
Let’s call him The Poet.
Sleepless Nights
I really love my sleep, unless of course it is being interrupted every hour by Iron Man to have his way with me again and again. His kiss was delicious and lying naked in the white linens, exhausted from a night with little sleep I couldn’t help but crave more.
I really love my sleep, unless of course it is being interrupted every hour by Iron Man to have his way with me again and again. His kiss was delicious and lying naked in the white linens, exhausted from a night with little sleep I couldn’t help but crave more.
My mind kept wandering back to him taking me; the way he went down on me, making me cum and then fucking me so hard sent my body into waves of pleasure. He loved taking me any way, as long as it was deep and slow. He had me up against the wall in the shower, the hot steam pouring down making it hard to breath while he worked me, spanking my wet, full ass.
He rolled over and rubbed my shoulder, slowly sucking on the tip of my ear, working his way down my neck; teasing my nipples with his tongue before sliding himself inside me. It was amazing how hard he still was after last night.
He left my naked in bed to head to a meeting anticipating that I would stay that way until he returned. As the door closed, I let out a long breath; who knew a job interview with Boss Lady would have turned into this?
His meeting went way longer than anticipated; by the time he returned we only had time for a quick bite. I could not get enough of him. When he climbed into the taxi, JFK bound, I followed him inside.
I sat kissing him with my legs draped on either side of his as the car sped down Central Park South. I pushed my hips down onto him, he was hard again; I slid my panties to the side and unbuttoned his jeans. With the driver less than a few feet away from us I slowly slid him inside me.
Both of us were in ecstasy with the slow movements of my hips grinding into him. I came so hard and then continued to ride him until I came again. Just as the taxi was about to turn onto the FDR, I hopped out, breathless and barely able to stand. I’d never done that before and am not sure if it was the urgency to take him one last time or the naughtiness of the driver being right there that sent us both over the edge, either way I was aching to do it again.