My most recent ex, The Musician, and I have a pretty friendly relationship. Basically I broke up with her because I don’t think we would do well together for the long haul, we are too different.
That being said we are still good friends and she occasionally calls me and says something like “I really need to get fucked can I come over? If you cook for me and fuck me I will blow you and and let you do what ever you want to me.”
This works out well. It’s sort of funny that my cooking is just as much of an impedes for these booty calls as my cock. It’s nice to get my sex ego and my cooking ego stroked at the same time.
Deep down, hell most of the time even on the surface, I am a nice guy. So fucking a girl who is in love with me takes some moral sidestepping because I know she is going to get hurt. I brought this up and she said she is ok with it. She’s a grown up and the sex is amazing, so we will see how it works out in the long run. I’m expecting her to find a nice boy with a nice job to take care of her pretty soon, until then I will enjoy our little sleep overs.
She came over last night, but just for a home cooked meal. She was rather emphatic about this.
Chicken, potato and carrot curry over rice. Naan. Followed by a carbohydrate haze. We played a little Scrabble. We lounged on the couch. When my hand lazily grazed her breasts she said “No sex, mister.” which honestly I was fine with. I was tired. Of course knowing her the way I did all I had to do was not try and have sex with her if I really want it. So I smiled and eyed her and put on the television.
She tried to kiss me during a commercial, but I pulled away. She said no sex and so we shouldn’t even get started. She pouted. I smiled. She nuzzled my neck and I gave her a obviously fake look of annoyance. It was amazing how well ignoring her worked. By the next commercial she straddled me and pulled off her shirt.
Oh those tits. She is this tiny thing, 5 feet tall, those tits look like they are going to make her topple over. That size ten waist with those DD tits that she doesn’t even know what to do with, and damn how I missed that ass. So thick and so spankable. It’s too bad she can’t take much of a spanking. The first few slaps make her eyes glaze and her lips pout. Then she winces and squirms away. There are so many things I like about the Musician, but she is so very vanilla in a lot of ways.
Still, the fact that if she rubs her clit while I fuck her slowly from behind she squirts. The fact that she will come over just to suck my cock because sometimes she just needs to suck cock. All of this makes her a lovely pet to have around.
I remember a cute little moment. It was one of the first times we were together. She was trying hard to talk dirty, but her little girl voice made it almost comical. It was adorable.
“You like that big dick in my tight little pussy? Give me that dick! Do me with that dick!”
It was dick this and dick that and it sounded oddly childish the way she said it. I grabbed her and said “Cock. Say cock. And fuck!”
She kind of giggled, turned red and timidly tried out the harsher words.
“Fuck me with you thick… cock.”
For all of her vanilla she does have a streak of dirty. Wrist restrains and rope were out of the question, even calling me sir wasn’t her taste (let along Daddy… that was an awkward conversation). She does like to be called a slut, though only when she is primed for it. I pushed it a little farther and told her I should pay her for sucking dick so well. The idea made her eyes roll back in her head with shame and pleasure. The fact that I was rubbing the head of my dick over her clit at the time might have helped.
I wondered if I went to far for her, but in a few minutes when I had that big ass in both hands she looked back at me, hair across her face and asked how much. She said I should offer her money to fuck her. This led to a whole little prostitution game.
She ended up not even staying over. Leaving me alone on wet sheets to ponder what happened. She IMed me later that night to tell me the idea of me paying her for a blow job was all she could think about and she fingered herself in cab.