Ok, I know I said I wasn’t really interested in anymore. Well, I didn’t lie, but my hormones changed their mind. Surprise, surprise.

I’ve been talking to this guy named Brandon for a few months. I met him on yahoo, but our friendship changed from IMs to text and naughty picture messages. He’s from Tulsa. I’ve been leary of meeting men from the net since you-know-who, so I just talked with Brandon a lot without the intention of ever meeting him.

We’d been talking every night for the last week or so. Last night was no different. Our conversation quickly became arousing – to say the least. It was day 23 for me without any sexual contact whatsoever (even masturbation because the cervical surgery – had to give it time to heal), so it didn’t take much to get me horny as hell.

He brought up the subject of meeting again. I made a ton of excuses why I couldn’t yet, as usual. But he had an answer for every damn one of them. I had run out of reasons and my hormones took over. I agreed to meet him. I told him that sex wasn’t guaranteed and he was fine with it.

When I arrived at his apartments, I recognized them. I had met a guy from AOL there about 6 years ago. That was a little strange, but it didn’t keep me from forging on.

I pulled up in front of his apartment and had that quick shot of adrenaline mixed with butterflies. I took a deep breath and got out of my explorer. He opened the door as soon as I was on his porch. He was fucking hot. I thought he was cute from his , but they didn’t do justice to the real live product.

I went inside his apartment. It was very clean (big turn on, lol). He sat on the couch and I sat on the loveseat (I’m a dork I know, but I was nervous. I was flying sober after all.) He offered me a beer. I don’t really like beer, but I needed something to calm my nerves, so I accepted.

We made small talk for what seemed like forever. I wished that I had some jager running through me so I could do what I wanted to do, which was walk over to where he was, straddle him, and start kissing him like he’d never been kissed before. Instead, I sat there like a prude schoolgirl. I wished he would make a move. What happened to aggressive men?

We started sharing sex stories. A few minutes later he had to go to the bathroom. When he came back out he said that he had gotten a little hard from our conversation. I wanted to see, but I wasn’t going to ask. During our previous text conversations we discovered that we both enjoy watching people pleasure themselves. In light of that discovery, he asked me if I wanted to see his cock. I told him I did, so he unfastened his belt and pulled his jeans to his knees. Then he asked me to come sit next to him. I obeyed (but only because I wanted to).

He started stroking his cock for me. It looked good and I got wet. He enjoyed me watching as much as I liked watching. I was getting hot so I took my hoodie off. He smiled and told me I could take off anything I wanted too. I blushed a bit and smiled, but I kept the rest of my clothes on (for the time being anyway).

He was getting more and more into it and I was getting hornier with every passing second. By then I was dripping wet and couldn’t take it anymore. I took off my jeans and scooted closer to him. He pulled his jeans and boxers off.

I slid my hand inside my thong and felt my wetness. When he saw what I was doing his cock got harder. He asked if I was wet. I knew telling him wouldn’t do it justice, so I removed my finger and touched his navel with it. It turned him on and he said, “damn, baby! You really do get wet as hell.”

I spread my legs and grabbed his free hand and let him feel how wet I was. His cock was rock hard and throbbing. He asked what I wanted to do and I told him that I wanted to ride him. We started kissing and masturbating each other. I wanted him and he wanted me just as bad. We made our way to his bed. I grabbed a condom from my purse (I used to be a girl scout – I always come prepared.)
He slid it over his cock and then started kissing me again. He pushed me on the bed and got on top of me.

He entered me and it hurt like hell. It had been 23 days since I had sex. I guess I made a face or something because he stopped and asked if I was okay. I thought that was sweet. I told him I was fine and kissed him. He said, “damn, you are super tight.” He began thrusting and it felt so good. I was really getting into and at the worst possible moment, he came. Talk about disappointment.

He stayed inside me for a couple minutes. And he said, “I’m sorry I was a five pump chump, but you should take it as a compliment. You are so fucking tight.”

That didn’t really console me. I was still horny as fuck. I didn’t care if I was tight or not, I needed to be pounded. He went to the bathroom. I had brought a vibrating bullet with me (in anticipation of such an event). I started using it while he was in the bathroom. When he came back to his room, he saw what I was doing and came over to his bed then sat down. He asked if he could watch. I told him he could. He was watching and it turned me on even more. I told him he could lend a couple fingers, so he began fingering me. He was massaging my g-spot while the bullet was vibrating my clit. It felt so good I came all over his fingers. He had redeemed himself.

On this day..