LaRhonda, my lovely piece of shit Honda, decided to break down on the side of the road in the middle of absofuckinglutely nowhere. She cost me $500. Tow+tip and then all the shit that needed to get fixed, a bunch of mechanical jargon I don't even want to nor care to remember how to say.
She did however get me acquainted with Jess the Tow Truck uh Guy. Jess and I may or may not have flirted the entire drive to my mechanics. And I may or may not have just happened to drop a piece of paper with my number on it right next to his phone. I also may or may not have hinted at wanting to have his cock inside me.
Jess texted me about 15 minutes after he'd dropped me off at the mechanics and he may or may not have also hinted that he also wanted his cock inside me. It took two days for Hank to fix my baby. As soon as she was all better I texted Jess and asked if he wanted to hang out. He asked me if I wanted to watch a movie? For those of you unawares to 'guy speak', watch a movie translates to, would you like to fuck? I responded with a yes I would and headed over to his house. Call me what you will. I take fucking seriously and when I haven't been serious in awhile, and stumble upon someone who looks like they could take me very seriously, I fully accept the challenge.
When I arrived at Jess' we actually did watch a movie. His right-hand was down my pants and his left was up my shirt for 1/2 of it but we did watch a movie. After the movie was over he turned me around, as we'd been in the spooning position, and kissed me. His kiss was hard yet soft and full of passion and it confirmed that we were about to have a seriously good time.
Jess made me serious so many times I lost count. He also made me squirt so hard and so much, not only was his entire apartment drenched but I thought I was going to pass out from sheer dehydration along with being utterly exhausted from a 5-hour fuck session. On the way home, I had to stop and get some gatorade and a powerbar.
After that, he and I got serious every day before I went to work, after I got out of work, when he was working and it was slow and then on the weekends when he wasn't spending time with his kids. (Yeah I'll get to the latter later) Which would explain the UTI I developed not long after. What got me through all of that excruciating pain? The thought of being able to fuck him over and over again when the antibiotics were done cleansing my piss parts.
I can count on one-hand the number of men that I've fucked who have been able to immediately get hard again after cumming and Jess is definitely on that one-hand. The positions were numerous. Cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, missionary, +missionary, reverse missionary, seated missionary, knee to chest, doggie style, spoon, wheelbarrow, between the tits, anal, oral, 69, x-factor, pretzel, spider, downward dog and other moves that have names that currently allude me. These were done up against the wall, on the floor, on the couch, over the couch, upside down, in the air, standing up, sitting down, on the bed, in the shower, in his car, his tow truck, random parking lot, park bench, public bathroom, fitting room, porch, stairwell and movie theater.
The amount of calories we must've burned ...
I know. You're probably thinking I should enter into sex rehab or go to sex addicts anonymous. Truth of the matter is, I actually considered it. Only problem is that the reason I considered going was to meet other sex addicts and kick them off the proverbial celibacy wagon. Yes. I fully acknowledge the fact that I'm most likely the Spawn of Satan.
And that pretty much sums up dix-huit mois il y a.
She did however get me acquainted with Jess the Tow Truck uh Guy. Jess and I may or may not have flirted the entire drive to my mechanics. And I may or may not have just happened to drop a piece of paper with my number on it right next to his phone. I also may or may not have hinted at wanting to have his cock inside me.
Jess texted me about 15 minutes after he'd dropped me off at the mechanics and he may or may not have also hinted that he also wanted his cock inside me. It took two days for Hank to fix my baby. As soon as she was all better I texted Jess and asked if he wanted to hang out. He asked me if I wanted to watch a movie? For those of you unawares to 'guy speak', watch a movie translates to, would you like to fuck? I responded with a yes I would and headed over to his house. Call me what you will. I take fucking seriously and when I haven't been serious in awhile, and stumble upon someone who looks like they could take me very seriously, I fully accept the challenge.
When I arrived at Jess' we actually did watch a movie. His right-hand was down my pants and his left was up my shirt for 1/2 of it but we did watch a movie. After the movie was over he turned me around, as we'd been in the spooning position, and kissed me. His kiss was hard yet soft and full of passion and it confirmed that we were about to have a seriously good time.
Jess made me serious so many times I lost count. He also made me squirt so hard and so much, not only was his entire apartment drenched but I thought I was going to pass out from sheer dehydration along with being utterly exhausted from a 5-hour fuck session. On the way home, I had to stop and get some gatorade and a powerbar.
After that, he and I got serious every day before I went to work, after I got out of work, when he was working and it was slow and then on the weekends when he wasn't spending time with his kids. (Yeah I'll get to the latter later) Which would explain the UTI I developed not long after. What got me through all of that excruciating pain? The thought of being able to fuck him over and over again when the antibiotics were done cleansing my piss parts.
I can count on one-hand the number of men that I've fucked who have been able to immediately get hard again after cumming and Jess is definitely on that one-hand. The positions were numerous. Cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, missionary, +missionary, reverse missionary, seated missionary, knee to chest, doggie style, spoon, wheelbarrow, between the tits, anal, oral, 69, x-factor, pretzel, spider, downward dog and other moves that have names that currently allude me. These were done up against the wall, on the floor, on the couch, over the couch, upside down, in the air, standing up, sitting down, on the bed, in the shower, in his car, his tow truck, random parking lot, park bench, public bathroom, fitting room, porch, stairwell and movie theater.
The amount of calories we must've burned ...
I know. You're probably thinking I should enter into sex rehab or go to sex addicts anonymous. Truth of the matter is, I actually considered it. Only problem is that the reason I considered going was to meet other sex addicts and kick them off the proverbial celibacy wagon. Yes. I fully acknowledge the fact that I'm most likely the Spawn of Satan.
And that pretty much sums up dix-huit mois il y a.
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