Fun with The New Guy

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This time it’s all about me and him. Not you.
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He texted
Do you have time
for a drink tonight?
I think that would be fun, I said,
Where?
My place? He said.
And I thought, fuck it.
Why not.
Ok I said. Address?
And he gave it to me
and I said see ya later.

When I arrived
he gave me the grand tour
of his bachelor pad.
And we stood in the kitchen
drinking vodka rocks
because that was all he had.
And he said
I stopped at the store.
And he took out a box of crackers
and a hunk of cheese.
And I smiled that
he thought
to do that
for me.

After a while of
standing and
chatting and
flirting
I said, I’m gonna go
sit on your couch now.
And he smiled
and followed
and I took off my sandals
and leaned my body against his
and let his hands roam on me
getting used to the feel of him.

The TV was on and
after a little while I said,
I’m sitting with you on your couch.
I have to go home in about an hour.
Are we really going to watch TV?
And that was all it took.

We made out
on his couch
like teenagers.
it was messy and sloppy and fun.
it didn’t take long before
my bra was gone and
he went for the boobs.
And I was shocked
that he knew what to do with them.
Sometimes a new touch
is so good.
He drew noises from me
that I swore
I’d never make for him.
I was happily surprised
to discover
he likes teeth
as much as I do
and he used his on me
hard and well.
After a little while
of rolling around on the couch
like two horny kids
he said,
the bed is more comfortable
and I said yes
and it was.

I let him
play with me
testing him out
seeing what he could do,
what he could make me
want to do.
And before long
my mouth
was around his cock
and a bit later
my makeup was wrecked,
my eyes were tearing,
we were both smiling.
But there wasn’t enough time
to do all the things.
I had to leave.
So I did,
with my black lace bra
in my purse
and bruises on my neck
and my curly hair
lions mane wild,
smiling ridiculously
at how badly
my legs were shaking.

Sometimes
it’s good to say
fuck it
and give the new guy a shot.

Because sometimes
the new guy
surprises you.

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LadyAmethystLadyAmethystover 2 years agoAuthor

Thank you cavu. Most fiction is born of truth 💜

Thank you Paul. Time will tell. But the next one, hopefully posting soon, will bring us back to my throuple adventures. 💜

And anonymous, I’m not your fucking honeybun. And you don’t speak for all of us. And if you don’t have the balls to identify yourself, sit the fuck down and be quiet. 🙄

Paul4playPaul4playover 2 years ago

“Because sometimes

The new guy

Surprises you.”

Wonderful!

Just a one hour trial run…

…interested to see what happens when you have a few hours…..

AnonymousAnonymousover 2 years ago

Honeybun, if you sucked his cock you should describe it to us, we get off on detail.

cavu182cavu182over 2 years ago

a nicely constructed romp, hopefully some truth to it, but if not a nice word image that makes me smile and wonder were I were he or you what I might do, hopefully as much fun as you and he had, in life or on paper

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