So, here's the thing, I'm supposed to be relaxing in a foreign city right now, but airports during this time of year are a nightmare—so I missed my flight. Instead of lounging away on my quiet getaway, I made up for the disappointment of a failed vacation and ended up in a hotel last night with my main guy.
It was fabulous, 20 + hours of non-stop fucking. Fucking the same guy for six years seems crazy and almost impossible in this day and age if you’re not in a monogamous relationship, but he’s been my go-to guy for a while now and I really can’t complain. At least I shouldn’t.
A break-down of last night.
I booked a sexy little suite at a chic downtown hotel. The king bed with 400 thread count Egyptian sheets had me wet before we even started. We smoked a joint, sipped on vintage wine and by the time those amazing lips met my pussy I knew I was in for a treat.
Talk about multiple orgasms! I must have cum six times before he finally gave me a taste of that monster cock (maybe that’s what’s kept me interested for all these years). He pounded my pussy madly for about an hour, before even bothering to change positions.
A side note on that. My guy is an amazing lover. He does all the work and for me that’s the bonus. I literally just have to lie there and cum. Who can complain about that? I never opened my legs so wide until the day I met him. He’s a master of the craft.
After pounding me missionary (sort of), he switched to spooning, and then had me in this Pilates move I haven’t done in ages—propped up on my elbows, ass and back off the mattress. We ended up in a position that was completely foreign to our sex life. Squatting on the corner of the bed, pussy and ass flat against the mattress with my guy crouching overtop of me ( I need to start taking pics so you can get a better idea of what I’m talking about). Basically, his stomach and chest were on my back and his cock was (very, very) deep inside of me.
Damn. I felt like I was in another world. It was that one moment in the midst of it all when you let all your inhibitions fall away. You don’t care what you look like, what you sound like. All you care about is getting to that one place of incredible ecstasy.
Not only did I get there, but I lost count of how many times I did.
We relaxed after that, lounging in the bed, me grateful for the holiday rush. An excuse to get fucked like it’s my birthday.
An hour later we were back at it again and seven more times after that. That’s right. Seven.
Eight fucking sessions and who knows how many orgasms later he left me still horny in the room around ten o’clock this morning. I had a shower that lasted as long as it took for me to cum while being caressed by the water pressure of the shower on my sensitive clit.
It was the perfect end to the old year, although I wish I could have extended it for another day. A perfect end to the year and a sweet alternative to a relaxing vacation.
I wish you the best this New Year. The best fucking sex you’ve ever had.
PG