Well Out Of It

Like I said yesterday Evan and I were an item for a while. It was great for a couple of weeks. Regular sex, regular great sex. Going out, shopping, we even talked about going to Greece this summer for a holiday. It was almost like being married. LOL

I think that’s what scared him off in the end. He pretty much moved in and I got used to waking up with him in the morning. Until one morning he wasn’t there. He’d left early for work. I rang him and he said he’d told me he had to be in early for a meeting. He probably had, but I’d forgotten. He took it as me being clingy and before long things got uncomfortable and he moved out for nearly a week. Then he moved back in, and that nearly fixed it because the sex we had that night was the best we had.

He’d come round to talk things over and it was obvious that neither of us wanted to do much talking. Dinner was left half eaten and while I was in the kitchen getting us another bottle of wine I felt his hands slip around me and cup my boobs. I felt myself get wet while his hands massaged them and he kissed my neck.

I lifted my short dress up so I could feel the bulge in his crotch press against my bare ass cheeks. If the worksurfaces in my pokey little kitchen were wider I’d have demanded he fuck me there and then. Instead I dragged him to the bedroom where I threw off my clothes like a complete whore.

I orgasmed almost as soon as he pushed himself into me, I was sooooo ready for him. His cock had a really pronounced head and he enjoyed popping it in and out of me. I was wet, squelchy wet, the crack of my arse was running with my juices and I just lay back being fucked harder and harder. I occasionally opened my eyes to see his face but mainly kept them shut and enjoyed his cock filling me and feeling him slam against my buttocks.

I wrapped my legs around his back when he came and pulled him to me with my arms, clinging on. I didn’t want to let him go and squoze his cock with my pussy.

I was so wet and full of his cum that after laying in his arms for a while I decide that it would be best if I had a quick shower. I left him lounging in bed and cleaned off my pussy and wet ass crack with the shower head. When I had almost finished I looked up and saw him standing watching me from the end of the bath, stroking his cock. He was obviously up for some more fun.

I switch off the shower and stepped out, still dripping wet. We kissed, his hard cock now pressing against my tummy. I grabbed it and feeling its thick veined length I had an idea. “Turn around” I said. He raised an eyebrow, but complied. I reached in to the bathroom cupboard and pulled out a tiny jar of Vaseline that I’ve had in there for ages. I’d almost forgotten about it.

“OK” I said, “Turn around again.”

When he did turn around I dropped to my knees. “I thought you had a surprise for me”. I took his cock into my mouth and started to suck it. I could taste him and me, gorgeous.

Then I gave him his real surprise. I slipped the ring finger of my left hand into his ass. I used that one because I’d broken the nail a few days before when I was cleaning the flat and with the Vaseline smeared on it I was able to work it easily inside him. Evan yelped in surprise. He quickly recovered and pushed his cock into my mouth, grabbing my head with both hands. I slid my finger in and out of his ass and slurped on his cock for all I was worth.

When he came, almost choking me in his excitement I felt his ass clench my finger like a vice. I let him take me to bed after that and lick my throbbing clit to orgasm before we dozed off together.





A few days later things started to go wrong again. Looking back it wasn’t anything in particular. He had moved in too quickly, even though he still had his own place, we let the enthusiasm we had for each other get hold of us. Bad idea, very bad idea.

So now there’s one toothbrush in the bathroom.

I’m a free agent.

We Were Then We Weren’t

Since I last posted a lot has happened. Evan and me became an item, then we weren’t, then we were again. Now it’s done with and for the silliest of reasons.

I’ll post more later today. Hopefully.

Girls Night In

The last post got posted late but I worked out how to back-date it so it appears when I wrote it. I just got busy and never got round to doing it. I’m such a slack blogger.

Life’s moved on a bit since then and although Evan keeps threatening to see me this was another weekend with all female company. A couple of the girls came round and we spent a credit crunch night in.

All last week I felt I ought to be going off him, you know taking it too slow, and him not seeming to be that bothered that he could never find the time to see me. I realised I am still soooo keen to see him again when my girls friends pointed out that I didn’t stop talking about him after my third glass of wine.

Here’s one to anyone who’s reading. Is it good blogger etiquette to mention friends names in the real world who also don’t know about your blog? I know people get into all sorts of trouble for talking about work stuff.

The Evan Event

So, Evan did ring me last week and we went out for lunch at the weekend. Very romantic, very gentlemanly, perhaps a little boring.

I was hoping that he would take me out in the evening but he had some family event and I had to make do with Sunday lunch at a café near where I live. I’ve never had anyone treat me like that before. I don’t mean that they’ve all just jumped in the sack with me just that it felt grown up and different somehow.

He says all the right things, so maybe it was just the time of day that meant things didn’t click. He had to get back for the family thing too so it probably wasn’t the best of circumstances. I felt like he left me wanting more and I suppose a bit cheated. I got a bit of a snog in the car when he dropped me off and that was it. He didn’t even come up for a coffee. Yes I mean a coffee, that wasn’t code for a quick shag.

At the time I felt alright about that but since then it’s been getting at me. I might ring him tonight, or should I wait until tomorrow night before going after him? I don’t know.

Where Did Sunday Go?

Today at work I couldn’t help but wondering where the weekend went, particularly Sunday. Saturday was a getting better sort of day after drinking far too much on Friday.

I hoped to get things done on Sunday. The flat needs a good spring clean and although I had the best of intentions I did nothing towards tidying up.

I lazed in bed most of the day, got a sore thumb from texting the girls at the office about Evan and amused myself if you know what I mean. I couldn’t help it. I was laying there watching a documentary one minute then his face popped up in my head and I was back there, dancing against the lump in his crotch and I couldn’t help myself. I even drifted off to sleep again after that.

In case you were wondering I was replying to the girls, not showing off to them. They kept asking if we’d gone to his when we left the club. Yes, we shared a taxi, but he was the perfect gentleman and just made sure I got in safely. In one way I wish he hadn’t because he is really cute, the other half of me is glad he didn’t try it on.

I wouldn’t have remembered most of it as I was wasted and that doesn’t make for the greatest sex. Especially for a first time. He rang me about half an hour ago and that’s what prompted me to write. I asked him to ring me later in the week so we could arrange something for the weekend. Should be fun.

Hung Over

Last night was great. Some bits are a bit blurry though.

I’ve had about three hours sleep and had to get up to answer the door to a salesman of all people. He kept me talking in the freezing cold with my toes feeling like they’d fall off. Eventually I got rid of him and thought I’d have a cup of coffee.

My head is pounding and I fill a little sick.

It’s not all bad, because I met a guy called Evan. Seems nice, good kisser and from his trouser bulge I think he likes me. More later but for now I think a darkened room and lots of water to drink is what I need.

TFI Friday

Ok, so this may be the way the rest of the world is feeling right now and nothing that you couldn’t have guessed, but thank goodness it’s Friday.

It’s been a hard week, but I’m off out tonight and assuming I don’t flake-out half way through the evening I should be in for a treat. It is Valentines Day tomorrow after all so I’ve got to pull. Right?

The weather’s a bit grotty but a few drinks should stop me thinking about that. That made me sound like a real lush didn’t it. Maybe I am LOL.

See y’all soon.