when you get bored…

try a chair…

i have been feeling the tugging, that chaffing, that annoying sense of boredom…i hate sex in the winter (aside from the wonderful warm snuggling)…you can’t go anywhere…

i want to fuck in a tree…i want to fuck in a park…i want to fuck anywhere but my bed…

‘you wanna go do it in a parking lot?’

a raised eyebrow and a nod is all i got in response…

we drove to a nice little spot and looked at the river and commenced the making out…but the car was too small and i was too bundled up - in a huff i put the car in drive…blah…

back at the homestead we joked a bit and fondled a little - but i think my irritation was becoming apparent…i kissed him and told him to take off his pants and get in the chair…(my great grandmothers chair, god forbid)…

he sat there, looking at me silently, i moved slowly…

his hair all tussled, his pale skin aglow, and his cock pointing at the ceiling - i knelt in front of him…i like this position - it is a mix of sub and dom…

i am on my knees with my head down, but i do have his manhood in my mouth and could stick any number of things in his asshole…

i sucked and licked until he was gasping for air…then i stood up, turned around, and sat on him…he slid in and out of me with ease, slippery from my mouth…i started with my legs spread - i, then, closed my legs and leaned forward - he couldn’t take much of this - my ass in his face and my muscles clenched around him…he pushed me off, and onto the bed, and came on my back…

i let him breathe for a minute - and then i forced him back into the chair - kneeling again, i kissed his legs and thighs and hips…so smooth…

i took him into my mouth again and placed some lube on my finger - it found it’s way into his asshole, with a little struggle - he kept clenching…’let go’ i said - he seemed to take a deep breath and relax…i don’t understand why some men are so resistant to something that feels so good…

i gently wiggled and sloppily licked until he grabbed my face - ‘i am ready, fuck me now’

i got up and sat on him again - suddenly, he bolted up and pushed me forward onto the bed - i couldn’t have asked for anything more…bent over the bed, he fucked me furiously…

pounding away, smacking my ass so hard that i got mad - but i didn’t want him to stop…it became a power struggle - he would smack me and i would put my hand in the way, he would hold my hand behind my back and smack me again, i would get free and put my hand in the way…and on and on…

i was so pissed and it stung so badly…but i was almost floating from the pain and the oppressive force…he drove so hard, we both collapsed from half orgasm and half exhaustion…

though i broke my glasses and have two huge red marks on my ass - i have been smiling all day…

and i thought i would never again find someone who would make me feel good…

~ by kansas on January 18, 2008.