I've been asked
on many an occasion, what I consider myself to be a Top/Bottom
Dom/sub that sort of thing. For the longest time I would always say a
sub, well because I love to give and please, and not have to think
too much about my pleasure, but there a few situations that had me
have to rethink that drastically. One such time was brought to my
memory after bumping back into the person it happened with not that
long ago.
I had developed
quite the kinship with a love man-child that lived in LA. I was down
and out, on my last 200 hundred dollars and had reserved myself to
the fact I would be packing it in and moving back to my hometown. It
was all rather depressing. It was October during my favorite time of
the year and Halloween was just around the corner. A flurry of
contact had been going back between my friend and I, and the topic of
Halloween came up and what were my plans for said festive day of the
year? I hadn't really thought about it since I was getting ready to
have to pack my things. He had a suggestion, a
really outrageous suggestion that would be completely
impulsive and irresponsible of me if I were to take him up
on it. "Come to LA for Halloween and stay with me." It was
crazy, completely nuts but some little voice in the back of my head
stood up and yelled out. "FUCK IT!" That my lovely children
is just what I did. I checked the bank account, searched around on
line for plane, bus and train even the gas it would take to drive
there myself found the best price and booked everything for a
go. My money was spent and I was going to LA for Halloween.
I have been to
LA a hand full of times but it never held that Ooo Ahh kind of
feeling for me. It was always just another crazy town. Still it's
always nice to have your own personal tour guide take you around all
the stops in a lil convertible car just because you can.
It's all the hole in the wall places I liked the best and the stolen
bum squeezes hand holding and kisses stolen along the way. The first
night we shared together was lovely simple sweet fun with giggles and
tom foolery the only way a man-child like personality can provide. It
was almost like fucking Peter Pan, you know if he was in his 30's hot
and German.
The week flew
by, it had been fun and lovely. It was our last night together and
there was to be something a bit special on the menu for this evening,
I just didn't know it yet. The play began as usual, all fun and
giggles when my play partner needed to excuse himself for a bit. When
nature calls... He was gone for a bit, and when I say that, I mean a
bit more than your standard bit, especially when sex is on
the line. So I lay there and wait, for about 10 maybe 15 minutes
or so... Like I said it was a bit more than your normal bit....
Finally my play partner had returned! Pretty body glowing in the
street lights seeping in though the cracks in the window blinds made
it's way back to me and tumbled me back under the sheets. Play
continued and it was fun and giggly and sweet. He was strong fucker
considering he looked each other eye to eye flat footed. I wound up
on top and rode my lil pony for a while till he pushed me of and
plopped me back on my bum just below his knees. There was a coy smile
on his lips. Damn he did that well, better than me even, would have
to ask for some pointers later.
So there I am
straddling the cutest German boy with the cutest little pout and he
whispers in that cute fucking accent about giving him my hands. I do
and then they are slowly pushed back down his body but past the spot
I thought they would be placed they kept being pushed, down the
thighs and being wrapped ever so gently under round a nice tight ass.
Slowly spreading cheeks and there it was. Now at this point and time
I myslef had barly had any experience with lovers even flirting with
that part of my body let alone having someone else presented to me in
such a bold yet cute fashion. It was bizarre.... Damnit he was being
so fucking cute though it was kind of hard to say no. At least I knew
why he was taking his time in the restroom. Which I was very
appreciative of I mean never been to this end of the world before at
least the first time it's clean.
I get shy, I
mean shy as shit... I know not something that you may imagine for
moi. Still some more play some more coxing and the fucking cute as
grin and luscious lips rapping round my fingers before he slips my
hand down between his legs again. Okay okay I'm horny, he's cute and
purring in my ear just right begging and pleading for it, and I do
like to make people happy. One finger slips in.... Oh and the cooing
that comes from out of his throat. I get turned on I mean like really
turned on. I'm making him do that? Two fingers.... cooing turns to a
moan. Oh I am totally doing that. There was a tingling that ran from
my had all the way through my arm to the rest of my body. He tilted
his ass so I could to him easier, he was rock hard. I'm doing this.
The third finger slides in like satin an oh my.... He started to
thrust back and light growing asking for more harder faster head back
and for some reason in that accent it was all just too easy. On top
of his body baring down just the tiniest bit it was such a powerful
moment, intoxicating actually. I felt drunk with strength and a bit
of power. Either way I was giddy and my partner was more than
pleased. There was tumbling giggling and more fun before we where
both left sleepy and tired from our little adventure. Curling into
two little balls of blissful lust we drifted off to never never land.
