I met a guy at my local bar.
Through OkCupid he and I had scheduled a meet. Earlier in the week he texted to confirm we were meeting. I assured him that we were. On the specified day and time I went to the bar and texted him my location within the bar as well as my attire so he could find me. His response was he didn’t know what day of the week it was.
He showed up so I let him pay for my drinks. We had a couple of drinks together. Then he walked me all of the 50 feet home and we had a goodbye kiss. I thought things went well considering he was late. However, I have since texted him twice without a response so I guess he’s not interested.
When I got home I had a text from another of my guys asking if I wanted to meet for a drink. Sure, what the fuck. So we meet at another of the very-close-to-home bars and have a couple rounds.
Ok, so let’s fuck. He and I had had a previous encounter that ended with him coming on my face after I sucked him off in the stairwell of my building, but that wouldn’t do this time. I wanted some fucking, and my place was occupied by the sleeping Viking.
He said he had a roommate sleeping on his couch. Well, I guess we don’t get to fuck. I was resigned to return home to wake the Viking for some fucking, as he’s always game.
But then he suggested we go to the restaurant where he works. Sure, how do we get there? Bike. So I ran up to my apartment and grabbed my helmet so we could ride to his restaurant. Kids, do not drink and bike. I should not have. I definitely should not have at night without any lights on my bike.
We made it to his restaurant and went to the office. It reminded me of the office of the bar I worked at 20 years ago, complete with brick walls and basement location.
I sucked. We fucked. Unfortunately, I had only one condom in my purse – a problem that has since been remedied – and no lube – also remedied – so we had to limit our activities.
The dude really wanted to fist me. Prior to that night he had made clear that was something he wanted to do with me. I told him that without lube that was just not going to happen. I don’t have one of those “dripping wet” pussies. My pussy lubricates fine, but for the varsity level sex acts artificial lube is necessary.
Dude was not taking a dry pussy for an answer however, and ended up going to the kitchen to get some coconut oil. Obviously using the condom was out of the question with that, so he proceeded to fist my pussy. He liked it very much, because soon thereafter he came on my face.
Though I had decided to walk my bike home considering the safety issues, about a block into the slow going I hopped on my bike and rode home. The streets were all but deserted and well-lit so I made it to my corner without incident. It wasn’t until I stopped to get off my bike that I fell. No blood, just black street grime over most of both calves. (I was wearing shorts.)
Inside to grab the dog for her final potty break of the day and then inside for a much-needed shower.
I wanted to go to sleep. However, the Viking had other plans. I told him that I’d just had a date of sorts. The Viking likes that I’m a slut. I daresay the Viking really likes that I’m a slut.
Knowing that I had just been fucked and fisted by someone else got the Viking’s motor going. And not one to be outdone, he proceeded to not only fist my pussy, but to also fuck my ass with his cock. This is a very dirty, very fun thing that we do occasionally. Of course there was lube involved. Lube for sexual purposes, not cooking.
The next day I had a threesome scheduled.
I swear. True story.
