I Don’t Fuck Scientologists
I Don’t Fuck Scientologists
I’d been feeling like shit all week. I don’t want to get into it, but if you heard my last podcast you’d know the situation. Not one my of my better moments, for sure. I’ve been taking everyone’s comments on board, and believe me, I know I did a shitty thing.
I spoke with Mr. TV Presenter this afternoon. He mentioned that he was going to dinner with a few Hollywood A-listers. I’m not one to name names but think Scientology!
“Dude, don’t convert!” I warned him.
“Why not?’ He asked. Although I suspected that he was playing devils advocate.
“I don’t fuck Scientologists.”
“Don’t worry. Wanna, come down to the studio tomorrow?”
“Yeah, okay”
So I’m sorted to get laid tomorrow. But I was horny tonight.
I was in a 6 month of a dry spell. I needed to put an end to my overwhelming horniness so I placed an ad on Craigslist. Surprisingly I only got 20 responses. This must be proof that Mercury is in retro grade. Last time I got like 300 responses. What’s up with that?
S. came over at 10:30. He was cuter than his picture. I love when that happens. We started talking in the lounge. I offered him a drink but he said he was fine. I was actually quite nervous. I don’t know why. I’ve done it a few times before. It should have been as easy as shooting fish in a barrel.
I send the dog to Coventry and nervously led S to the bedroom. We kissed for a bit. I put my hand under his shirt and lightly scratched his back.
We laid down on the waterbed, sliding across my brand new red satin sheets. I was wearing a black lace camisole and light blue ruffled panties.
S kissed my belly button, then my inner thigh. He began breathing heavily on top of my panties. I could feel the heat of his breath on my clit. He then pushed the crotch of my panties to the side and buried his tongue deep into my pussy lips. The tip of his tongue brushed against my clit.
He ate me out so well. 5 orgasms. 3 small ones and 2 big ones. When couldn’t take anymore he asked me if I wanted him to continue. It was twenty minutes of fantastic pussy-eating. I definitely needed a break.
He ordered him to take off all his clothes. I took off my camisole and was laying in the bed only wearing the blue ruffled panties which were now soaked in my own juice. Eventually I took the panties off and flung them across the room.
S and I lay naked on the reed satin sheets. I licked his neck. I sucked on his right nipple. I tickled his balls.
I asked him if he had a condom. He reached over the bedside and pulled a Durex out of his pocket. He put the condom on them slowly moved on top of me.
His cock was larger than average. It was rock hard. We were in the missionary position. Instead of immediately thrusting me immediately I asked him to take it easy, because I’m very tight. He was obident. His cock slowly entered my pussy. He gave me three small thrusts and asked if I was okay. I said yes and he quicked his pace. When he went for the really big thrusts, god my insides hurt! Simultaneous, it felt so good.
We fucked in missionary for twenty minutes then changed over to doggie style. He fingered my clit as he fucked me. Now that takes talent.
He asked me if it were alright for him to cum. I said yes. Then after he came he asked if could eat me out again.
Now I’m never one to decline cunnilingus, but I felt fulfilled. I didn’t need anything else. I came really hard. I got fucked well. I was happy.
We spent a half hour talking about life, work and shit, then he went home.
He was a very nice guy. He was very cute. He had a nice cock and was great at pussy-eating.
Could you really ask for more?
I’d been feeling like shit all week. I don’t want to get into it, but if you heard my last podcast you’d know the situation. Not one my of my better moments, for sure. I’ve been taking everyone’s comments on board, and believe me, I know I did a shitty thing.
I spoke with Mr. TV Presenter this afternoon. He mentioned that he was going to dinner with a few Hollywood A-listers. I’m not one to name names but think Scientology!
“Dude, don’t convert!” I warned him.
“Why not?’ He asked. Although I suspected that he was playing devils advocate.
“I don’t fuck Scientologists.”
“Don’t worry. Wanna, come down to the studio tomorrow?”
“Yeah, okay”
So I’m sorted to get laid tomorrow. But I was horny tonight.
I was in a 6 month of a dry spell. I needed to put an end to my overwhelming horniness so I placed an ad on Craigslist. Surprisingly I only got 20 responses. This must be proof that Mercury is in retro grade. Last time I got like 300 responses. What’s up with that?
S. came over at 10:30. He was cuter than his picture. I love when that happens. We started talking in the lounge. I offered him a drink but he said he was fine. I was actually quite nervous. I don’t know why. I’ve done it a few times before. It should have been as easy as shooting fish in a barrel.
I send the dog to Coventry and nervously led S to the bedroom. We kissed for a bit. I put my hand under his shirt and lightly scratched his back.
We laid down on the waterbed, sliding across my brand new red satin sheets. I was wearing a black lace camisole and light blue ruffled panties.
S kissed my belly button, then my inner thigh. He began breathing heavily on top of my panties. I could feel the heat of his breath on my clit. He then pushed the crotch of my panties to the side and buried his tongue deep into my pussy lips. The tip of his tongue brushed against my clit.
He ate me out so well. 5 orgasms. 3 small ones and 2 big ones. When couldn’t take anymore he asked me if I wanted him to continue. It was twenty minutes of fantastic pussy-eating. I definitely needed a break.
He ordered him to take off all his clothes. I took off my camisole and was laying in the bed only wearing the blue ruffled panties which were now soaked in my own juice. Eventually I took the panties off and flung them across the room.
S and I lay naked on the reed satin sheets. I licked his neck. I sucked on his right nipple. I tickled his balls.
I asked him if he had a condom. He reached over the bedside and pulled a Durex out of his pocket. He put the condom on them slowly moved on top of me.
His cock was larger than average. It was rock hard. We were in the missionary position. Instead of immediately thrusting me immediately I asked him to take it easy, because I’m very tight. He was obident. His cock slowly entered my pussy. He gave me three small thrusts and asked if I was okay. I said yes and he quicked his pace. When he went for the really big thrusts, god my insides hurt! Simultaneous, it felt so good.
We fucked in missionary for twenty minutes then changed over to doggie style. He fingered my clit as he fucked me. Now that takes talent.
He asked me if it were alright for him to cum. I said yes. Then after he came he asked if could eat me out again.
Now I’m never one to decline cunnilingus, but I felt fulfilled. I didn’t need anything else. I came really hard. I got fucked well. I was happy.
We spent a half hour talking about life, work and shit, then he went home.
He was a very nice guy. He was very cute. He had a nice cock and was great at pussy-eating.
Could you really ask for more?
Labels: Craig's List, cunnilingus, dry spell, great sex, Mr. TV Presenter, Mr. TVP, Scientology, tight pussies
posted by Naive London Girl at 10/28/2007 02:05:00 AM
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