Fuck Me. Where Did That Come From?

I have just had the most amazing four sleeps with my homeboy (Jock) and honestly, I’m in the bestest kinda love. The real kind.

I have no words to describe exactly how much I’m feeling for this guy right now. This guy is the most amazing person I have ever met. He’s funny and cool and tender and loving and a real man and… I could go on for some time. Do you mind?

Honestly he is rocking my world in a way that I don’t think anyone has ever rocked my world before. I’m totally myself around him and I get the impression that he is totally himself too. This means that all the bad habits things we wouldn’t like about each other later on are right out there in the open already. Well most of it… we’ll come to that shortly.

There’s nothing I don’t like about this guy. I blow raspberries on his belly and it makes funny fart noises and it’s kinda become our “thing” now. He blubbers his belly around so that the fart noises change and it makes him laugh so hard, it looks like his head might explode. I’ve never seen a guy laugh like that in front of me before. It’s an amazing feeling. To be fair I’ve made it sound rather unattractive. I guess in reality it is…?

That’s the thing about us. We aren’t shy. We aren’t hidden. We aren’t covered up. We are right out there in front of each other. We basically just spent four amazing days and nights together and I’m not going to lie, it has been utterly beautiful. Just us in his trailer. So little space filled with so much love. I sound like a freaking Hallmark card right now but honestly, that’s how I’m feeling.

I had Friday right through until Wednesday off when I would go back to work. He had Thursday, Friday and Saturday off. He picked me up Thursday night and I was meant to have gone home on Saturday evening. I didn’t. I chose to stay on Saturday, wait for him while he was at work (I picked my laptop up) and then he would drive me home on Sunday night. Well he got sick. Not gross sick. Ear infection sick. It might not have seen like much to you or me but in his line of work, his hearing could save his life so it wasn’t really advisable for him to be at work. He got sent home from work on Sunday afternoon and he chose to stay off today as well, dropping me at home just a couple of hours ago.

That’s the thing about this guy – I don’t to leave. I don’t want to come home. I don’t want to run for the hills like I did with One Ball or The Guy I Couldn’t Get Rid Of. I didn’t want to leave tonight but I had an awful lot of shit to do and one of us had to be sensible. I love going to bed with him. I love being on the couch with him. I love being in the car with him. I love waking up with him right there next to me. I don’t know what the fuck has happened to me. Had she finally found her happy ending? Is this it? I’m fucking excited right now. I know this sounds like an awful lot of bullshit – I does even to me as I write this, but we have a real connection guys. It’s very real and it’s very powerful. I literally cannot keep my hands off this guy. I have never felt a lust for someone quite like this. It’s mental. We fuck all the time. We’re not young either peeps – he’s in the mid to late stages of his thirties, and I’m only a few years off being 30 myself. The way we are together – it’s like we are horny teenagers. But worse. We are horny teenagers that know what we are doing this time around and rock the crap outta it.

I cannot describe to you the things that this guy does to me. Oh my gosh. He looks at me in this way that I know exactly what he’s gonna do. He’s gonna walk over to me and kiss me in that way that makes me wet before I’ve even had a chance to think about it. He’s going to put his hands somewhere on my body – probably my arms or my legs. Sometimes my bum or my hips. He’ll squeeze them. He’ll squeeze them in that way he does that hurts me but turns me on far too much to admit to at the same time. The harder he squeezes, the hornier I get. It’s not a power thing or a hurt thing. It’s a desire thing. He wants me. And I want him.

The kisses will get more intense. He’ll start kissing my neck or my collarbone. He’ll kiss down to my nipples that, for your information, spring to attention the second he just so happens to glance at them. He’s noticed it too. He plays me like a fucking fiddle. It drives me crazy but at the same time, it’s so very good. He’s an addiction. I can’t get enough of him. I’m addicted to him. The more I have him, the more I want him. I left him barely an hour and a half ago and I’m already burning up between the legs. We fucked maybe three hours ago. I still have him inside of me. Already I need more. This is lust with feelings. This is powerful stuff too. I can’t control it and I’ve given up trying. He can have what he wants. He already has my heart and that’s the only real thing I was worried about anyway.

He looks at me like he really wants me. I’m going to admit to something that I’m not very proud of right now and I want you to promise me that you won’t judge me. I’m not going to tell you the story because that will definitely be for another day, but I will just say this – I smoked crack once and it felt amazing. It felt so good that it scared me and I never touched it ever again. I never will. That shit is dangerous and the second I put the pipe to my lips and inhaled, I knew I was in very dangerous territory. That was the first and last time I ever did it. Never again.

The way he makes me feel is better than the way I felt on that day. If loving someone can make me feel this good, I’ve not loved before. Not proper love. Not like this. The Big Love was an amazing person in my life and I really loved him but even still, that was nothing compared to the way I feel about Jock right now. My beautiful Tattooed Jock.

I have known this guy for a week short of four months. How am I feeling this much for him already? How are we this in tune with each other already? I can’t even stay mad at him. I get annoyed easily y little things, or at least I did with Big Love, and Jock had put my chocolate bar in the fridge. I hate it when it’s cold because it hurts my teeth when I bite into it and I’ve told him this before. I was annoyed that he hadn’t remembered because I’m a bitch like that and he literally let me have my five minute huff, came over to me, kissed me and started the above process of seduction that is never the same as the time before yet ticks all the right buttons, and once again had me naked from the waist down and riding his cock on the couch within about three minutes. It would have been less but I suddenly found myself confronted by his penis and my mouth was right there… it would have been rude not to 😉

f0e13096c5e4133be4135cc96a932993I was enjoying sucking his cock when he suddenly stopped me and pulled me on top of him. Every time he enters me for the first time, I get goosebumps all over. That first moment of penetration feels so good, my entire body tingles. Even when he has licked me to an earth-shattering climax beforehand, that first thrust drives me crazy. It seems to fast-forward everything by about 45 minutes. I’m climaxing much faster and definitely more often than I have before. Have you ever had sex like that? I can’t be the only person?

We had sex a lot in the last four days. Not as much as we normally would because he hasn’t been very well but definitely a lot. He had me bent over the couch, in the bed, me on top, him on top, me pushed belly-down into the bed while he performed some sort of crazy diagonal move on me that hit some pretty intense spots, thrusting into my face, lapping at my sex, and even getting friction burns on our knees as we fucked on the carpet. Seriously, we are like horny teenagers. I think we fucked out more calories than we ate in the last four days. It was crazy stuff.

I’ve suddenly realized that I’ve written far more words in this post than I had originally intended and I’m now feeling incredibly moist between the legs. It’s time for me to end this post by saying that, as you can tell, I am very much in love. And list. And although I’ve not blogged in far too long, I’m as happy as a pig in shit. And I’m off for a wank.

Good night all 😉

2 thoughts on “Fuck Me. Where Did That Come From?

  1. It’s so funny because I get pissed at my guy for putting my chocolate in the fridge too lmao he loves it cold and I can’t stand it.

    In the words of Whitney “crack is wack” haha in all seriousness my father is a huge crack-junkie and i promised myself I would never even get close to it – I always figured that it must feel soooo amazing/mind blowing that people throw their entire life away for it, with my history being what it is I would never risk it. Good thing you walked away when you did! Smartest choice ever

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