Since Snipe, I've had one more man, my 16th fuck. As much as I'm itching to say who he is and describe him in detail, he threatened to kill me if anyone ever found out that we did it, and frankly I believe that he actually would. Don't get me wrong, he's really nice when he's nice, but there's a violent air about him that's both intoxicating and scary.
So let's just focus on the sex. Me and this guy have been flirting on and off for almost 2 years, and I never thought we'd actually ever have sex. But the last time we met, he felt my ass when we hugged, and grabbed my hand and put it on his cock to show me how hard he was. We didn't have sex right away, and it was a bit awkward cuz there was something else we needed to do before we could get busy, but hey we already waited 2 years so what was another 2 hours.
When we were done with the thing we needed to do, we went into his "office", so to speak, he turned off the lights, pushed me to the ground, and put his cock in my mouth. We stopped every now and then, cuz he wanted to find a nice spot in his "office" where we could be in a more comfortable position, but aside from the interruptions it was pretty smooth sailing. Like Snipe, he wasn't as big as some of the other men I've been with, but he was pretty big. We would've fucked, except that I didn't clean out before meeting him, cuz hello I didn't really think we'd have sex in the first place.
Remember the violent air I was talking about earlier? Well, he kinda showed that side of himself while I was sucking him. First of all, while I was sucking him, he kept grabbing my head and pushing himself deeper down my throat. Second, even when he started cumming, he would let up and actually grabbed my head harder so I couldn't push him out even though I was gagging a little. Lastly, when he was done cumming, he pushed me away, left me on my knees while he headed for the door, told me abruptly to wipe my mouth, and laughed when I said I still hadn't caught my breath and needed more time to recover.
I know that some people would find what he did offensive, but I love it when men do that kind of stuff to me. I love it when men treat me like a sex object. Hehe. He was worth the 2-year wait. Unfortunately we haven't done it again since then, but that's OK. We still text though.
So there. That's over and done with. On to the next fuck. I hope he's great too.
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Fucking Satisfaction Survey
The last time I updated this blog, Vince was still my boyfriend. He isn't anymore. I could go on and on about why we broke up, but there's really no point in doing that. At least not here. I have other blogs where I can rant. This blog is about sex. Let's stick with the sex talk, and just say that for the last six months of our relationship, while I was busy trying not to cheat on him, Vince was getting busy with his new boyfriend. He's a two-timing asshole and I deserve better. Enough said.
When I'm single, I'm don't really like staying celibate for very long. So as soon as I found out that my asshole sex had been cheating on me, I did what I always do when I'm trying to forget a man -- I went online and started looking for a good fuck. Unfortunately for me, it seems that at 26 I'm a tad bit old for the general faggot public (dammit), so it took me a while to find someone. Eventually though I found Snipe. No, that's not his real name, but he didn't want to tell me what his real name was, and knowing his name wasn't really one of my priorities, so whatever.
It was Saturday night, very early Sunday morning when we met. He had just come from work, and said that my place was on the way home so we could meet then. I've never brought home a one-night stand, because I'm scared that the guy could turn out to be a thief, murderer, etc. But I was so desperate to get laid that I decided what the hell even if I get robbed at least I got fucked, and even if I got killed at least I didn't die celibate.
So he came over to my place, and luckily for me he was pretty harmless looking. In fact, he was a little too harmless. He looked like a geek. He was lanky and had glasses, but not ugly. In fact, when he finally took his glasses off, he actually looked kinda cute. We talked a little bit on the way to my place, and I was happy cuz his English was pretty good. Finally, I was going to be fucked by someone who could carry on a decent conversation in English. (Yes, I'm still bitter about Vince.)
Since my cousin Ogie was still at home (we share a room), we had to have sex downstairs in the living room. We had to do it pretty quickly, because Ogie's shift was about to start and he might have woken up and come downstairs at any minute, and also my other cousin Eric actually sleeps downstairs, and at any moment he might have come home. Normally not having sex for a long time would make it difficult for me to get fucked really quickly, but thank God Snipe was actually pretty good, so it didn't hurt as much as it might have with other guys.
My only complaint about Snipe is that he kept on asking too many questions while we were at it. Am I big, am I the best you've ever had, rate me on a scale from 1 to 10, do you want me to make this a 15 out of 10... Dude -- we've just started, you're still on top of and inside me, and you're distracting me with your questions. Do you really expect me to tell you the truth? That yeah you're pretty big and pretty OK, but I've had bigger and better? No. But of course in reality I said yeah you're big, you're the best, you're a 10, go ahead make this a 15. I'd say anything to get laid.
The first time was OK, minus the distracting questions, but it was really the second time that was awesome. Snipe and I met Monday afternoon at my place again, and this time we did it in my room because Ogie was out. That day I realized that, damn, Snipe really knows how to fuck. Usually getting fucked hurts me more than it makes me feel good, especially if the guy is big like Snipe. But there was something about his pacing and how he hit my prostrate, regardless of what position we were in, that made me lose all control.
So in retrospect, and to answer his questions, yeah, Snipe, you're big, you're not the best but definitely Top 3 (bested only by Gio and Vince), and you're a 9 out of 10 (8 for the first time, 10 for the second). Not bad for the first fuck since Vince and I broke up. Hopefully we'll see each other again, and we probably still will -- assuming he still doesn't mind two-timing his boyfriend. ;-)
When I'm single, I'm don't really like staying celibate for very long. So as soon as I found out that my asshole sex had been cheating on me, I did what I always do when I'm trying to forget a man -- I went online and started looking for a good fuck. Unfortunately for me, it seems that at 26 I'm a tad bit old for the general faggot public (dammit), so it took me a while to find someone. Eventually though I found Snipe. No, that's not his real name, but he didn't want to tell me what his real name was, and knowing his name wasn't really one of my priorities, so whatever.
It was Saturday night, very early Sunday morning when we met. He had just come from work, and said that my place was on the way home so we could meet then. I've never brought home a one-night stand, because I'm scared that the guy could turn out to be a thief, murderer, etc. But I was so desperate to get laid that I decided what the hell even if I get robbed at least I got fucked, and even if I got killed at least I didn't die celibate.
So he came over to my place, and luckily for me he was pretty harmless looking. In fact, he was a little too harmless. He looked like a geek. He was lanky and had glasses, but not ugly. In fact, when he finally took his glasses off, he actually looked kinda cute. We talked a little bit on the way to my place, and I was happy cuz his English was pretty good. Finally, I was going to be fucked by someone who could carry on a decent conversation in English. (Yes, I'm still bitter about Vince.)
Since my cousin Ogie was still at home (we share a room), we had to have sex downstairs in the living room. We had to do it pretty quickly, because Ogie's shift was about to start and he might have woken up and come downstairs at any minute, and also my other cousin Eric actually sleeps downstairs, and at any moment he might have come home. Normally not having sex for a long time would make it difficult for me to get fucked really quickly, but thank God Snipe was actually pretty good, so it didn't hurt as much as it might have with other guys.
My only complaint about Snipe is that he kept on asking too many questions while we were at it. Am I big, am I the best you've ever had, rate me on a scale from 1 to 10, do you want me to make this a 15 out of 10... Dude -- we've just started, you're still on top of and inside me, and you're distracting me with your questions. Do you really expect me to tell you the truth? That yeah you're pretty big and pretty OK, but I've had bigger and better? No. But of course in reality I said yeah you're big, you're the best, you're a 10, go ahead make this a 15. I'd say anything to get laid.
The first time was OK, minus the distracting questions, but it was really the second time that was awesome. Snipe and I met Monday afternoon at my place again, and this time we did it in my room because Ogie was out. That day I realized that, damn, Snipe really knows how to fuck. Usually getting fucked hurts me more than it makes me feel good, especially if the guy is big like Snipe. But there was something about his pacing and how he hit my prostrate, regardless of what position we were in, that made me lose all control.
So in retrospect, and to answer his questions, yeah, Snipe, you're big, you're not the best but definitely Top 3 (bested only by Gio and Vince), and you're a 9 out of 10 (8 for the first time, 10 for the second). Not bad for the first fuck since Vince and I broke up. Hopefully we'll see each other again, and we probably still will -- assuming he still doesn't mind two-timing his boyfriend. ;-)
