There was very little that differentiated the final fuck of
2015 from the first fuck of 2016.
Neither one of them were fucks that were outside of the norm
of our regular fucks; for that matter, they veered towards the vanilla. Neither
one of them came as a finale to a lengthy BDSM session, contained any type of
physical force on my behalf, or were necessarily raw or extremely passionate.
They were, quite simply, fucks.
And damn good ones at that.
The final fuck of 2015 took place around 11:30p.m. December
30. We both had to work the next day and had already stayed up too late
watching “Breaking Bad” (which we only recently started viewing, early adapters
we are not). The lights had gone out, L was lying next to me collared, and it
appeared at first that the night was going to come to a close without any type
of sexual activity.
But then, as I often do, I started thinking about, well,
things, and before I knew it I had a rather substantial erection in need of
attention which I informed L of. I do not believe she was in a similar mood,
but with all that “I live to please you” focus in mind, she reached over and
gave said erection a few strokes, a lick of the head, and then she was climbing
on top of me and easing me inside of her. She proceeded to ride me, and I raised
my hips up to match her movements, enjoying the visual aspect of her arched
silhouette in the darkness. Minutes later, I thrust up one more time and
unloaded as her cunt squeezed every last drop out of me.
Minutes after that, slumber, and the final fuck of 2015 was
one for the books.
The first fuck of 2016 took place about two hours ago at
2p.m. on January 1. We had stayed out late, drinking and dancing, and when we
fell into bed around 2a.m. I simply did not have it in me to do anything
sexual.
But 12 hours later, as I rested in bed next to L, the
“hangover hornies” came visiting, thanks in part to (a) L’s lovely bare ass was
sticking out of her nightgown, tempting me to take her; (b) I had spent part of
the morning enjoying the recently discovered blog of the
Girl on the Net, which inspired me
greatly to both want to fuck AND write.
Similar to the last fuck of 2015, I informed L of my
erection, this time by pushing up against her bare ass, the head of my cock
sticking over the top of my cotton shorts. “I can’t do much,” she said, still weary from the night before. “Can I just lie here?”
“That will work,” I said, as I took my shorts off as she
rolled over on her back and spread her legs, informing me of how warm she was
down below.
She was warm. And wet. And tight. I propped myself up with
my arms as I slid insider her, slowly at first, enjoying that first feeling of
penetration as she accommodated me. And then, fucking. Not too hard, not too
soft…just right.
“My god I love fucking you,” I told her.
Then I came, quite forcefully and quite copiously, to the
extent that the handful of tissue she had by her side of the bed did little to
contain the aftermath that started running down her thigh as soon as I pulled
out. Getting off the bed, I tucked my sticky cock back inside my shorts, as L
rolled over to take a nap.
“I’m just going to sleep for a bit,” she murmured. “But feel
free to come back in here anytime to use me. Just roll me over.”
With that, the first fuck of 2016 was also one for the
books.
There was very little that differentiated the first fuck of
2016 from the final fuck of 2015.
They were, quite simply, fucks.
And damn good ones at that.
Happy new year everyone.
