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Dirty stories by Jack Stratton

Month: June 2008

Fiction – Backroom

When I pushed her against the bookshelf and kissed her neck and pressed myself hard against her, she didn’t seem surprised. When will I learn to read women better?
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Dating Archive: The Aggressive Bottom

This happened a few months ago. It went a little farther then I thought or even wanted it to go. It sort of showed me that I can be as aggressive and as physical as I am expected to be. By nature I am not much of a top. I mean, I am certainly dominant, but certainly not a sadist. I like giving pleasure and I like power play, teasing, etc. It seems like a lot of times if my partner needs more I will step up. This was one of those times.

So I went on a date with a very brash, very loud, very amusing woman last night. She was the only person I’d ever met that know all about the 90’s version of The Twilight Zone series and we talked about that for an hour. The comic books. Then geeky movies.

I realize I am weird in a lot of ways. Like I know too much about random stuff and it confuses people. Like she is into Japanese Horror and Anime and other things and asked me if I was and I said no, because I’m not really into those things. Then we talked about them and I had seen more of both than she had even though she was a “real fan” or something. And I know weird factoids about things I should know like Scandinavian Death Metal and sports. These things just adhere to my brain somehow.

Anyhow, all that seemed to impress her, so that’s good because she is very cute, if a little overwhelming.

She is originally from California and she is going to Law School and has a somewhat fancy job and if very forward. Considering the last three dates I was on were with shy awkward girls it was a bit confusing.

We were going to see No Country for Old Men at around 7:30 after getting some drinks, but drinks turned into more drinks and we got tickets for the 10:30 show and walked around town flirting up a storm. We went to Forbidden Planet, a geek shrine and super comicbook/rpg/collectables store and had a loud conversation about porn and Christian Bale.

By the time we went to the movie we were in a bit of a state. She was a little distracting at the movie. Maybe I was too. It was all the kissing.

After we walked around having a heated debate about what the movie meant. We were walking around and I asked “Where are we going?” and she rolled her eyes and said “You are taking me to your apartment.”

And so there was that.

At the apartment she looked around, complimenting my taste in books, she likes my apartment, my little knickknacks, my taste. Then we were kissing. On the couch and I was figuring out her body as we went along. Women all work differently. You just have to keep your eyes open to how they react. Within five minutes I knew what she wanted, but I wasn’t sure how much to give her.

Her neck, of course, had to be kissed in the right way. When I dragged my nails across her back her eyes rolled into the back of her head. When the kissing got more intense I pulled her hair and she moaned. She liked it rough. She was a tough girl, so I would have to give it to her with my all.

On the bed with her shirt off I kissed her all over, I pinched her nipples and sucked and lavished every inch of her. She rolled over and I pulled her jeans down a little. She let out a gasp, but I wasn’t rushing fucking her. I soothed her by only pulling them down enough to expose her bottom and then I gave her a playful little spank. She laugh and pushed her ass up against my hand. I smiled and gave her a real one. Hard.

Her smile disappeared and she moaned loudly. Another and another. Another harder until she squirmed, then I soothed her and turned her and went back to kissing her.

She was a wet thing, soaking wet by the time I got into her panties. She had a thick clit, a big sex, unshaven, not what I usually like, but it went with her personality, if that makes sense.

When I fingered her she lost control. She gasped and moaned and pushed her hips up to meet my fingers. Eventually she pushed my hands away, panting.

“You have to fuck me now, please.”

I teased a bit more, but it was going to happen. No doubt in my mind.

She looked into my eyes and said “Be rougher.”

I pinched and pulled her nipples hard and she loved it, but she wanted more. I pulled her hair hard and bit her neck. More. I slapped her hard across the face and her eye were delirious. I slipped into her and fucked her hard and fast.

“Please, more…” she begged.

Fucked her harder, the whole beg moving with the thrusts. I slapped her again and grabbed her by her hair pulling her back as I fucked her again and again.

“Choke me.. please…”

I put a hand around her throat, closed it tight.

“More. Harder.”

I put the other hand around and squeezed as I fucked. I squeezed both hands and she started going wild, moaning and I felt her coming around me, her muscles contracting and her body shaking.

I let go just as I came so hard it was almost painful.

Then we laid there, limp. She was panting hard and she looked… strange. She looked sort of embarrassed and ashamed.

I kissed her all over. I kissed her lips and eyes and held her.

“Sleep here, ok.”

She agreed and pressed herself into my body, burying her head in my shoulder.

A few hours later I awoke, we were pressed together like spoons and she was pushing her ass back against me, rolling her hips and making tiny little wanton whines.

My hands came around her so naturally and cupped her breasts, then they moved down and took hold of her hips. She fumbled with my nightstand and found where I had gotten the condom the first time and handed me another.

I love that position, us both on our sides, my hands on her hips her back against my chest and my mouth on her neck. She was so wet, I wonder how long she had be rubbing against me hoping I would wake up and fuck her again. When I slipped in we moved together hard and desperate. I was holding her hips to hard, my fingers in her thick hips as I pounded against her. She kept going “oh, oh, oh” every thrust and she came fast, within a minute or two. Then I sort of pushed her forward and took all of her thick curly hair in my fist and pulled her back into my cock over and over again my her hair, fucking her hard, pressed against the softness of her ass. She came again like this, even harder.

I felt myself ready to come and I sped up, I fucked her harder, not holding anything back, still pulling her hair. By the time I came she was so loud. I slipped out and she was panting hard and her body was shaking.

In the morning we did it again.

I’d say it was a good first date.

Prose: Pet

We start kissing in the cab, my hand sneaking under her dress when the driver isn’t paying attention. She was waxed clean and smooth and always wet, my little pet, and that made it so my fingers slipped right in perfectly. She slaps me away, wanting to be a good girl until we get inside.
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From the Dating Archives – FancyJobGirl

(This happened about 7 months ago)

So… my second date with FancyJobGirl.

It went well. It lasted 18 hours. A solid 7 of those involved sex. With another 7 of talking heatedly about books, music, media, marketing, history, movies, gender politics, etymology, etc.

She is a short girl. Ridiculously intelligent. Mensa smart. Quicker than me. A wordsmith. We both came out no holds barred, our best material. We were both impressed and swooning.

She bought breakfast.

I don’t think either of us were expecting sex. She came back to my apartment and after nice conversation I kissed her. She kissed me. I kissed her neck, bit her ear, found her buttons. She reach down my pants and then we were on the bed.

She is very multiorgasmic. I found her g spot easily and when she comes that way it is violent and emotional and amazing to watch. After she is shaking and incoherent for a good 10 minutes. Her clitoral orgasms are little bursts that go on forever as one long orgasm.

She kept giving me this look, like how the fuck does this guy know how to do this, which made me feel very nice.

The fucking was good. Not great. She is a little body conscious and there are some other issue that I will get in to in a minute. I was good, she could be a little more active. Her oral sex was nice, but short.

So over breakfast she told me that she had lived with a women for five years, which explained so much. I think she thought I would have more of a reaction, but I kind of just smiled and said “this is very interesting.”

She said guys either recoil or act way too interested and say “I have this friend…”

It explains a lot about the sex. Her ability to receive a lot of stimulation. Her mature understanding of how to let herself have a lot of orgasms. Her sort of clumsiness around a cock. As nice as it was she does have a bit of that thing that a lot of bi girls have. That sort of greedy “I’m just going to lie here are you are going to pleasure me for a few hours” thing that I have experienced before. I mean, it is not a purely bi girl thing, but it is pretty prevalent in that demographic.

Still I can work with it. We will see where this goes. I was sort of up front about the whole “casual dating” thing and one of the first things she noticed when she came in to the apartment were the nails in the walls with no pictures on them.

“Almost looks like someone lived here with you and just recently moved out.” she said sarcastically.

Interesting.

From the Dating Archives – The Video Editor

I had another journal a while ago that was pretty locked up. Here is a retelling of events that happened about six months ago.

Not sure what to say about my date last night. Very very odd. Surreal.

Half Asian Video Editor Girl. It was our second date.Went to dinner, walked around, I was frankly thinking things weren’t working out. A lot of awkward silences with me like looking around for some way of escape. Then she sort of randomly asked if we could hang at my apartment.

We took a cab back to my place, she pretty much did that thing girls do where they sit there waiting to be kissed, so I kissed her. Things progressed pretty normally from there.

I was pretty confused, because she seemed to send me a lot of messages that this wasn’t going to happen. She shot me down the first date. I slowed down during the kissing and asked her if I was moving to fast and her response was “I want you to fuck me.”

Well, I may not be the best at reading messages, but that one I think I can interpret as a positive.

Let me describe her. My height, chubby-ish with most of her weight carried in her behind and breasts. Shoulder length straight black hair, warm light brown eyes, which are sort of asian looking, but sort of not. Pale skin with lots of freckles on her nose and cheeks. Cute in a dorky way.

I didn’t really think about it at first, but she wore a long sleeve shirt on both dates… though I did notice she did the emo sleeve tug a lot, pulling sleeves over her hands. She took her pants of as things progressed, but only pulled up her shirt and I started to get why.

Cutters. I have been with cutters before. I should have read it a long time back. I saw the first few on her belly, all in a neat little row. The more skin that was exposed the more I realized she was a serious cutter. I mean… rows of neat deep scars. Neat and even rows with the occasional slash across. You could see the attention to pattern and the occasionally followed urge to ruin even her own destructive works.

She has tattoos (chinese characters) on her wrists and up her arms, plus a large character on her chest between her breasts and I would lean later two playing cards on her back. The queen of hears and the queen of spades… significance?

Then I saw an almost successful suicide attempt, big thick slashes down her wrist. She has kangi tattoos all down her arm and the scar splits the dark ink
in half with a golden white scar as thick as a pencil. Which means it wasn’t that long ago. It was after she got the tatoos which I am guessing were done when she was in her early 20’s.

Hm.

People have issues, I’m fine with that, I understand that. But to be honest I got freaked. I had an equipment failure. I think it was the big scars cutting into the tattoos… I kept thinking about it.

But I worked through it. She had a good time and I eventually found my way through to at least some degree.

I always kiss scars. It just seems like what you should do. Does that make sense? She seemed to be comforted by it.

She had to go home because she didn’t bring anything for her contact lenses… or just didn’t want to stay, who knows.

Weird weird night. I like her, not in any serious way, but she is sort of fascinating in an emotionally fucked up way. Really she seemed bubbly and happy the whole time, I had no idea what would be under her shirt, besides very large breasts.

I certainly don’t want to rattle her or ask too many questions that she doesn’t want to answer… still my curiosity will always overpower any other emotion. Queen of Hearts and Queen of Spades… hm. Dark past or just a troubled youth? What broke that little girl?

Sigh, deep down part of me just thinks of people as stories. Deep down I kind of like that I feel that way.

Intro

I’m a reasonably normal person. Like a lot of people I think I am a little smarter than most. I’m witty, I’m sarcastic, I am occasionally arrogant. I am often fascinated. I like to examine things, situations and people. I can be very patient when I feel I need to be. I am very well read. I am addicted to Wikipedia. I like reading about sex and people’s sex lives. I like finding out secrets.

My kinks are varied. I am a very curious person. I am very willing to participate in someone else’s fantasy even if their kink isn’t exactly mine. I am a voyeur, though I like to be an acknowledged audience as opposed to a spy. I enjoy participating in a girl’s pleasure or more accurately being in control of it. More than any other kink I enjoy being in control of someone’s pleasure.

I like rough play, a little bondage, some spanking. I am certainly dominant, though I am not into lifestyle D/s master/slave type relationships. I think roles are a bit more fluid for me. I like to play. When I get into a role I am in it all the way, but I don’t like to live roles.

I am not a sadist, I do not get off hurting someone physically or emotionally, though I understand some people’s desire to be hurt or humiliated and I have been involved in things more intense than spanking and more humiliating than name calling when the need was made clear.

I like withholding pleasure or prolonging it. Long teasing sessions. I am patient and can hold out for long periods watching a girl squirm and beg.

As I said, I like writing about sex and reading about sex. I will read about pretty much any sex act as long as it is well written. There are some very wild stories online and I have read some of the darkest, filthiest and hottest. I see a real difference between fantasy and reality and how some things are better left as words on a page. I often read and write about things I do not condone in real life.

Physically I am usually attracted to women who are curvy, be that just buxom and sultry or chubby and soft. I tend to like short girls (under 5’4″). I’ll just say it outright, I like big tits. Big tits and big asses. Chubby little sluts are my favorite things in the world. Chubby little sluts who will call me Sir/Daddy… I’m pretty much powerless against them.

More than any physical trait, I’m attracted to intelligence. I like well read women. Librarians, teachers, professors, writers, musicians, etc are all a plus.

Last year I ended the longest relationship of my life which lasted about 5 years. I’m not particularly looking for something long term now. Now are the hunting days. I’m having a lot of fun out there, but I’m very safe and I haven’t found someone to share a lot of the secrets I have and will talk about in this journal.

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