This is something I wrote few months ago for my blog on another popular sex site,I think you all know where;one hint:starts with an 'A' or did anyway.This little story is based on real events between me and a member who is now a close friend of mines,in otherwords,we don't fuck anymore,sadly.I've been writing since I was little,but I stopped and started again after a respite and it seems like I'm pretty rusty;so those expecting Austen,Poe,Twain,Dickens,etc need to cut me some slack.For the lack of characters you can type or copypaste on AMD,its going to be in parts.Enjoy.Feedback if you want.
Every now and again when I'm lonely(and what I mean by lonely,I mean horny)I shore up a memory from far back as fodder for when its just me,myself and I between the covers.The names have been changed to protect the innocent(err,satisfied,hee!)
His name was "C",and I met him here,circa fall of 2004 or so when I thought that I had my fill of subpar encounters already.His looks were unconventional,but intense: pale skin,big brown eyes,hair that I could never forget-long,soft,deep brown-black that always fell into curls anytime he let his ponytail loose,and a nice physique, especially his arms and backside that he may or may not have deliberately shown off in tight black Wranglers.
His mien was down-to-earth,intelligent-very geeky and something essential to the memory,highly sexual.
We had a many encounters over the fall and winter of that year but one that stood out in my mind is one afternoon when he stopped by for a visit, I was living with my family at the time which made it interesting.He lived about 30 minutes outside of town in the next county,but when he stopped in to run errands he'd always come by to visit.
We would talk animatedly(or he would,rather)about what was going on in our lives and I would lament about living with an "awful" family.He'd often sympathize in his warm rural twang then asked to use my computer to show me a funny website to lift my spirits.
That day was similar,except I was a bit "hormonal",and "C" (who I swear had a sixth sense about these)indulged me,despite the fact that everyone was home that afternoon.There were often moments of silence between us when we ran out of things to say,and the tension was so thick it could be sliced up and served on a saucer.He checked his watch often and every time he did it forced me to act, his visits were few and far between and frankly,he was just irresistible.
In one of our moments,I admired his smooth,ivory arm,toned with a lone vein that ran though."I just adore your forearms",I gushed.He flexed it a little,his small way of showing off.He cut the moment short- "Well,I've got to run".My heart sunk.I half reasoned with him,half begged,half seduced him,"Well,you know its been awhile.." I hinted.
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