Actions But Also Words
"Cigarettes and monogamy are deal breakers," my long nails clicked as I typed this into the description field of my dating profile. Still uncomfortable with labels, this at least felt more authentic and genuine to who I am and the type of relationship I am seeking.
"Cigarettes and monogamy are deal breakers," my long nails clicked as I typed this into the description field of my dating profile. Still uncomfortable with labels, this at least felt more authentic and genuine to who I am and the type of relationship I am seeking. After all 'deep connection and hot sex' may attract the wrong people.
It had been less than a month since Hugh and I met. After our second date, which happened to be the night before I left Montréal for the winter, we decided to stay in touch and see what grows; grow indeed we did.
Weekly FaceTimes, sexy texts and deep insightful emails strengthened our bond. Remote, yet flirtatious lunchtime orgasms kept things spicy, but long distance is always tough on physical intimacy, most especially when you're in your home town and staying with family. With 2 weeks before I departed for warmer weather it couldn't hurt to see what else the universe had in store for me sexually.
Boom. Match, poly man. And again, match, another hot young-ish polyamorous man. Basically the second one was my age.. but we all know I have an old-man fetish, so let's leave it that he is young. I met the first one for a date in a nondescript coffee shop where we were the only two there, unless you count the barista. After ordering coffee, which neither of us has much interest in drinking, we took a seat by the ever-classy electric fireplace. His hand grazed my knee as he told me how beautiful and sexy he found me. The feeling was mutual and I could see he was as hungry to devour me. With nothing on underneath my navy satin skirt I guided his hand to feel how wet I was as I leaned in to kiss him. He got me close with his fingers and then got on his knees in the middle of the coffee shop and ate me until I came.
He was fun, but based on the fact that he and his wife are not open about being poly within their circle, I knew it would just be a lusty encounter and didn't have any intentions of seeing him again. Hot sex? Check. Deep connection? Hell no. Next!
Young-ish poly man was freshly married and had only been open with his wife for the last 6 weeks. After chatting further, with a healthy dose of flirtatious texts thrown in for good measure, it became clear that they are in a very experimental phase of their relationship. As I am not a science project nor looking to be in their social experiment, I'm clearly running my own here, I had to pass. NEXT! (Too bad though, he was pretty cute.)
I was done with all the back and forth messages from boys and toys. Later that week when I matched with a sexy and charming man from up north and he asked me to dinner I happily accepted, knowing a night of fun with a handsome stranger would not take away anything from what Hugh and I have been building.
There is a hotel in my hometown where I have spent many nights locked up in their most glamorous of suites having multiple orgasms with multiple partners. It's dark and sexy and each of the rooms are different; if you've ever stayed at The Hotel Fort Garry, you can take pleasure knowing that I've probably cum all over your sheets. Don't worry their laundry service is topnotch.
When this handsome stranger, and would be dinner date, told me he normally stays in a hotel when he visits, I knew even before meeting him that if he was the kind of man that would book to stay at the Hotel Fort Garry there was exactly a 0% chance that he'd be sleeping there alone. Until Saturday...
Lunch Break
He lifted me on to the kitchen counter, licked my pussy and sucked on my clit until he pulled my hips down and forced himself inside me.
I lay on the balcony topless soaking up the sun in anticipation of his arrival. As I glanced up, his tall frame entered the doorway of my kitchen. He was covered in dust from the manual labor. His arms were strong and chiseled and he was even more handsome up close than I’d realized.
Standing to meet him our eyes were locked; he towered over me at 6'6". His hands slid up my outer thighs as he bent his head to kiss me slowly and deeply; our lips lingered.
My tongue pulled him closer asking for more without saying a word. I unbuckled his belt and I pushed his jeans to the floor. He was already hard and I lowered to my knees then sliding my lips around the head of his cock. I worked him with my tongue, choking as I tried to fit him down my throat. He was throbbing, becoming harder and harder, growing larger with each pulse.
He lifted me on to the kitchen counter, licked my pussy and sucked on my clit until he pulled my hips down and forced himself inside me. He kissed my mouth and neck as he held me in place and fucked me all the right ways. The music blared in hopes it would cover the sound of my screams, but it wasn’t enough. It was 100 degrees out and every window in my place was open. The neighbors were getting a show whether they liked it or not.
He pulled me down from the counter and carried me into the bedroom. Sitting at the edge of my bed I stood naked in front of him. I slid my fingers inside myself, resting my foot on the inside of his thigh, so he could have a front row up close view to my pleasure and I could admire the beautiful human I was about to fuck to climax.
I straddled him and teased myself with his cock then slid down on him and rode him hard and fast. His hand wrapped tightly around my neck and I placed mine on top, beckoning him to tighten his grip.
“I’m so close,” I whispered, and as I did he slipped his other hand from my hip and pushed a finger into my ass. I let out a moan in pleasure and kept going until I came squirting all over his lap and soaking my sheets.
He flipped me onto my knees and took me from behind. Just as he was about to cum the alarm on my phone went off; lunch break over.
As he was about to let go, he pulled out, whipped off the condom and came all over my ass. Breathless, we collapsed onto the mattress. 40 minutes just wasn’t enough time with him.
“What time do you get off work?” He asked, also eager for more.
“I’ll see you at 5 PM,” I said, as I made my way to the shower. And indeed 4 hours later, like clockwork, he was back in my bed just moments after I closed my laptop.
Round two?
Spray Me Down
As they sprayed the outside of the building with water I turned and asked if he could get me next.
After months working from home I was in need of some excitement. In a city known for having a wild side, COVID-19 had turned everyday into Groundhog Day.
5:30 AM rise, run 7 miles and see the same old white man; get sexually harassed. 7 AM meditate, 8 AM breakfast, 9 AM work and 12:30 PM suntan topless on the balcony. You get it... it’s good but boring. Then finally something new.
My neighbor tells me they’re re-bricking the back of his building next door. “I’m sorry for the interruption,” he tells me. And what an interruption indeed.
I informed the neighbor that I had every intention of tanning topless on lunch breaks as per usual. He nodded clearly having zero issue sneaking glances at my exposed flesh.
The construction was noisy and incessant. For a week, while trying to focus on the task at hand, the men watched me tan during my work breaks. The crew leader was smoking hot and we exchanged knowing glances daily. On the final day of work it was hot as ever. As they sprayed the outside of the building with water I turned and asked if he could get me next.
“Are you serious?” He asked sounding both surprised and delighted.
“Spray me down all the way,” I replied shooting him a devilish grin.
The cold water felt amazing as it dripped down my shoulders and across my breasts. The water trickled down my ass soaking my thong as it continued down and off my ankles into a pool around me. “More!” I demanded.
He hit me with another burst of refreshing cold. After removing the beads of water from my face I turned to face him. “Now that you’ve cooled me off come over at lunch and get me hot again.” I turned to walk back inside and could feel his excitement vibrating from next door.
My lunch break was in two hours and I knew he would be mine to devour. I was wet just thinking about taking him and I hoped he would be as good with his tongue as he seemed to be with his hands.
