a few years ago, i had a one-night stand that broke my heart. it was with matt, this guy i had met at work, whom i thought actually was a sweetheart. i had a crush on matt for over a year. he left our company, so we started flirting over e-mail one day by accident.
it had been about 5 months after i was raped, so i actually wanted to be with someone i knew. so i went to matt’s place, and we started kissing. he was an amazing kisser. we were leaning up against his bed, playfully licking and sucking each other’s lips. matt slipped off my innocently light blue dress to reveal a tight, sexy black lace bustiere underneath with garter belts and silky black stockings (i came prepared). he immediately picked me up and threw me onto his bed. he ripped off my panties and lifted me onto his face. he began licking my clit hungrily. and as i got dripping wet with excitement, he stuck his finger into my anus, which no one had ever done before. then he inserted his tongue deep into my vagina as he played with my clit with other hand. i came profusely into his mouth with great pleasure, as he licked his lips and whispered, “oh yeah, that’s what i like.” i came so hard into his mouth, my legs trembled so much that i thought i might fall onto his face and suffocate him to death. it was the most amazing orgasm i had ever had in all my life! i became so lightheaded that i had to lie down for awhile.
then matt pulled off his pants and briefs, and i couldn’t believe how beautiful his cock was, hard, thick and long and standing upright like a good soldier. my eyes lit up like it was christmas day and i got exactly what i wanted from santa claus. he asked, “do you want to suck on it?” i let out an emphatic, “yes, please!” i sucked on his cock like it was the tastiest big stick popsicle ever. i kissed, licked, and deepthroated his very yummy cock. if i could fall in love with a cock, i fell in love with his. before he came in my mouth, he pulled out and said, “let’s slow down, so i can last longer.” then as he played with my wanting clit, i became dripping wet yet again. he stuck his lovely cock in my cunt, which was so tight around his hard cock. i rode him like a stallion, moaning with such pleasure and cussing up a storm. i could have fucked him all night and for the rest of my life!
i fell asleep in matt’s arms. then when we woke up about an hour later, he asked if i wanted to fuck him again. i said, “but aren’t you tired?” he led my hand down to his very much awake cock, and said, “do you think i’m really tired?” we soon fucked again, and i experienced orgasms that grew bigger and bigger each time; just when i thought it was impossible to feel better, each orgasm got even more amazing.
then matt drove me home, and we kissed each other good-bye. i had such a dreamy weekend. alas, when monday arrived, i wrote him an e-mail, asking if we could possibly spend some more time together and get to know each other better. i even admitted that i had this yearlong crush on him and gave him a love poem that he had inspired me to write, but he replied that he didn’t feel the same way. it was fun fucking me, but he wasn’t ready to get into anything serious. i was devastated and felt like a complete idiot.
three months later, i heard from a mutual friend that matt was moving in with a girl he had just met, and i was crushed beyond crushed. i was convinced that it had something to do with the rape, he smelled or felt something was broken inside me. i felt so used and heartbroken. but of course, i know now that it was just a one-night stand. i wasn’t in the right place in my own head to be with him or recognize that matt wasn’t the right guy for me.
yes, matt was and still is the best fuck of my life….but you know what? andy was the best love-fuck of my life. fucking without love is sexy as hell, but there is something so lovely and tender to fuck someone you love. andy made me cum over and over again, but each time we fucked, there was always beauty and trust. there was a ravenous hunger and excitement, but underneath all that lust, i knew he’d be there the next day and the next. i love and miss andy so dearly…but i’m pretty sure that i’ve got a few more amazing fucks still left in my future!
2 Comments
March 11, 2008 at 6:37 am
that’s what Anne Boleyn said….
June 30, 2008 at 12:56 pm
Jesus fucking Christ – where can I sign up for all this? You’re making me feel like I’m missing out on some sort of Utopia over here.
The heartbreak part sucks, though. Can’t forget about that…