Month: January 2018

There’s more Dick Part 1

Tito is my current resident back bender. It’s all recent but he is an above average lover, attentive, affectionate and just violent enough. He fucks me so good that I send random appreciation texts just to pay obeisance to the gods of good dick.

I met Tito a few months ago at a book festival and we said brief hellos. He wasn’t particularly memorable and two brief conversations didn’t help much. I am an explorer and sometimes, in conversation, I speak on the need to explore god’s green earth through new dick. This was when H reminded me that I was being flirted with by Tito at the festival. H is my soul sister and she understands my sexual needs like they are hers. After that brief conversation, I sent Tito a WhatsApp message and he replied immediately. In that moment, I knew I was going to fuck him.

Tito is my type but a different variant, I reckoned spending time with him would be tedious but I am not one to back down from a challenge so I decided to proceed without caution. We immediately hit it off and began conversing, I concluded he has sex appeal and I would like to see what this can become. I didn’t know finding out would mean mornings of intense sex, hair pulling and squiring orgasms.

Before I started the very sexual relationship with Tito, I had a nagging feeling in my gut that conversation would be a chore because he struck me like someone who liked to keep things on surface level.  I have learnt over the years that conversations with a fuck buddy is as important as the sex and shying away from intellectual connection as a defence mechanism, limits my experience. In as much as he wasn’t my conversational cup of tea I felt an urgency to sit on his dick and so we decided to meet up the first time.

I went to his house nervous as fuck and that was a good sign, nervous energy deepens my appreciation for experiences, so nerves were a welcome component. The atmosphere was so intense and I fought the urge to tear his shorts and take his dick in my mouth before he reached over and planted kisses on my neck, shoulders and ears. I could feel my sex swell as he worked his magic, I wanted him to take all of me in his mouth and do with me as he pleased. As though Tito could hear my thoughts, he pulled me over on my back and placed his mouth on my inner thighs sending waves through my body. I was wet and ready but Tito had not started with me. He planted kisses as though he was trying to savour my essence and when I wasn’t looking, he took my clit in his mouth. This had me spiralling, he teased and licked, sucked and played and my body trembled in agreement. “Yes, pleasure me” I moaned.

It didn’t take long before I started to move my waist, matching his movements, crashing my sex into his face. He ate me out faster now, giving my clit the attention it deserved then it washed over me, my first orgasm of this series of trysts that would have me questioning so many things.