Botched Blow Job

Last week, after a day of interviews I came home and found Gary, my friend and sometimes fuck buddy in the guest room.

I knocked on the door.  He told me to come in.  He was stretched out on the bed with the laptop on his lap. He's one of my few friends who still insists on using a PC.  All my other pals have switched to Mac.  Why is Gary holding out?

His jeans were suspiciously unzipped and his hand was resting comfortably on his balls.  I thought to myself, "He really has made himself comfortable here."

I sat on the bed next to him and sneaked a furtive glance at his laptop screen.  I assumed he was watching porn, but actually he was watching illegally downloaded copies of Stargate Atlantis.

I look down at his hand that is resting on his crotch.  He sees me looking down.  Before I can say anything he declares, "I'm bored!"

"Are you masturbating to Stargate Atlantis?"
"No," he answers firmly, "this is Stargate Universe."
"Same difference!"

There's a pause as he turns the screen so I can see it too.  I watch a few minutes of the show.

"Now, I'm bored," I say, "You wanna blow job?"

As soon as I said that I had wondered why I had said it?  I mean, blow jobs are OK, but I only like doing them when I'm in LOVE-- or at least severe LIKE.  Gaz is my pal.  And although I do find fucking him enjoyable I dunno about the oral sex stuff.  Could I have really been so bored that I wanted to go down on him?  The last time I went down on him I ended up throwing up on  his cock.  Maybe I was trying to redeem myself?

Before I could change my mind, it was too late.  Gaz had pulled his trousers down and had lowered his boxers to his knees.  I did what was expected and took his cock into my mouth.  His cock instantly stiffened.  I moved my full lips up and down his cock.  I teased the end of his dick with my tongue.  He seemed to be really enjoying it.

"Stop!" he said suddenly.

I panicked.  What was I doing wrong?

"You okay?" I asked.

"I want to fuck you now.  Get up and turn over."

I lifted my head from off of cock.  As I moved towards the end of the bed I clumsily kneed him very hard in the balls.

He let out a low moaning noise and grasped his balls.  "What the fuck, Anjelika?"

"I'm sorry!"

"Jesus Christ.  You really fucking got me."

"Does this mean I've killed the moment?"

"My fucking balls are killing me, what do you think?"

I got up off the bed and exited the room.

I felt angry at myself for being so clumsy.  I felt angry at him for not wanting to continue.  I felt angry because I was horny and had no outlet.  So as expected I went in my room, climbed into the waterbed and used the vibrator until I came.  Twice.

Question for the guys: Why is it so painful when you get hit down there? 

Gazza: Friend and Fuck Buddy

My pal and sometimes fuck buddy, Gary has been spending a lot of time sleeping in my spare room lately. He's here from America for a few weeks on a film shoot.  His hotel is somewhere near Heathrow, but for the past 6 days the crew has been shooting in East London and Greenwich / Blackheath.  Not being a fan of early starts (he has to be on set by 5 AM) he's been crashing at my place.  The early-morning commute from Heathrow was killing him.

I met Gaz like 10 years ago in New York.  I was friends with his girlfriend initially.  I realized that I had more in common with him than his girlfriend.  We slept together a few times while he was dating his girlfriend.  He broke up with her eventually and went out with another girl.  We slept together a few more times.  He broke up with her and went out with another girl.  We slept together a few more times.  We even fucked on her bed.  What can I say?  I was crazy and in my twenties.  No wonder my karma is shit now.

I remember once when I was 24.  I was in Harlem getting my hair did.  All of a sudden I had this urge to feel Gary's cock in me.  I desperately wanted him to fuck me.  I had never had feelings like this before!  In fact I was sort of 'off' sex.  It hat been OK, but not a big deal to me.  Never in my life had I craved sex.

I started twitching in my seat.  I called him on his cell and said that I HAD to see him.  That it was an emergency-- an emergency shag.  The only place he could meet me was his girlfriend's place-- she was in the Hamptons.  I went over to his girlfriend's place- a nice one bedroom apartment her wealthy parents had bought for her.

As soon as we got in the door we rushed into the bedroom.   He ate me out and fucked me hard on her bed.

While he was in the middle of fucking me his girlfriend called. Although that would have been enough to put most men off, Gary was able to finish... and finish well.   His girlfriend left a message  on the answering machine to say that she was on the  Hampton Jitney returning to the city.

It was  nearly identical to that scene in Sex and the City from the episode "Running with Scissors" where Natasha comes home early to find Carrie in her apartment.  Luckily I made a hasty escape and Gary was able to get the sex smell out of her place before she came back.

I remember leaving her apartment on that hot summer day thinking,  "That was a really good fuck.  I'm still horny and I want some more!"  It's ever since then that my libido has been insatiable.  I sometimes wonder if that event had never happened if there would be a Naive London Girl?  Perhaps not.

I've never felt any romantic feelings for him and as far as I can tell he never felt any for me either.  What I felt for him was two things:  Animal lust and friendship -- not always at the same time, that's the extent of my feelings for him.  He's cool as shit. And really funny.  He reminds me of Boricua Seth Rogen and Tracy Morgan combo -- if you can imagine such a mix.  

And when we fuck we laugh and laugh and laugh.  He's a pal and a good fuck buddy.  Sex with him is always fun.  We never "make love"  we just fuck.

I can't ever see myself ending up with him.  Maybe it's his lack of ambition in life?  Maybe because he drinks a little too much?  He's just my really good pal who on occasion I fuck.   We don't ever plan to fuck, it more or less just happens. Sometimes we just hang out and watch TV.

I always get along with all of his girlfriends.  None of them knew I was fucking him, but I'm always happy to see him  happy in love with someone else.

He's the one I botched the blow job with -- yes I will get around to blogging about that eventually.  And he's the one I lost my anal virginity to -- yes I'll be blogging about that soon too.

Anyhow, it's been nice having him stay here at the flat.  It's like having a little bit of New York here in London with me. When he leaves, I'll be sad, but not heart broken.  He's a good fuck, but he's no RTC or BFE.

Coming Soon: Botched Blow Jobs & My First Anal

It's been an exciting weekend. I am way to tired to blog about this now but here's an announcement: I lost my anal virginity!!!!

So I will be blogging about that soon. Also, I like really messed up a blow job a few days ago. Pretty embarrassing. Not sure if I should blog about that.

Anyhow, I must get my beauty sleep now. Interview #15 is tomorrow.

Nighty, night,
Anjelika

Dirty Bitches at Soho House

Vomit covered cock and other romantic valentine's stories.

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Ben and Jerry's Blow Job

Since I lost my job I've been feeling quite down on myself. A friend / former fuck buddy offered to come over with tubs of Ben & Jerry's to soothe the pain. Yes there's nothing like B&J's to anesthetize the pain of a break-up, job loss, etc.

So the plan was for Gary, my American fuck buddy, to come over and we would pig out on ice cream while we watched American Idle. Yes, it was a very much a guilty pleasures type night.

After Idle ended I found myself inexplicably drawn to my old fuck buddy. He started rubbing my breasts. I started massaging his cock. The next thing you know we're both naked on the sofa. He turns off the TV. I turn off the lights.

Gary stretches out on the sofa. I place my mouth on his cock. I bob my head up and down while doing my best to suck the head if his cock. He sighs. He tells me how great it feels. He says how he's forgotten how good of a cocksucker I am.

His comments make me feel happy. It has been ages since I sucked cock and it wasn't so bad. Why have I been denying myself this all these years?

"Babe, I gotta stand up," he says.

I release my mouth from his cock and let him get up.

I am kneeling on the sofa. He approaches me and shoves his cock in my mouth deep throat style. I start gagging and coughing. He eases up and appologizes. I get a sucking rythm going again but he gets way into it. He grabs my head and forces me to deep throat his cock. I gag and gasp.

Then I can't control it. I pull my head away and begin to puke on his cock. I quickly turn my head and keep puking on the floor.

As I'm puking I soon realize that the Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie that I ate earlier was now re-visiting my throat in a very "2 Girls 1 Cup" scenario.

Gary is so caught up in his own erection that he doesn't even notice that I just threw up.

I'm sitting on the sofa feeling shell shocked. Gary maintains his erection and stick his puke-covered cock into my pussy and starts thrusting me.

It's all too surreal. Oh fuck. In my post-puke stupor I suddenly realize that Gary isn't wearing a condom.

There's part of me that wants him to cum in me, but another part that doesn't.

Finally he kisses me on the mouth.

"What's that smell? Your breath is rank!" he exclaims.

"I threw up about 5 minutes ago."

That seems to be the mood killer. He pulled his cock out of me. "No, really?"

"Mind the puddle of regurgitated Ben and Jerry's below."

I then made a mental note to clean it up before the dog gets to it.

Christmas Blow Job

Ever since I woke up this morning I wanted to give my boyfriend his obligatory Christmas Blow Job.  Isn't it the least I can do as a girlfriend?

The boyfriend was a bit gun shy this morning.  Perhaps this was because Joe the Bus Driver was a guest here and was sleeping in the guest room next door-- but knowing that there was someone on the other side of the wall got me MORE excited.  I reached over to his balls.  He pushed my hands away and said, "Later."

So after a day of slaving over hot stove and fixing the best Christmas meal I've had in a long time, the boyfriend  plunged down on the sofa for a much needed break.  I whispered in his ear, "Don't forget about your Chirstmas BJ." He smiled and nodded.

So now,  he's just gone to bed.  Instead of spending one more minute blogging about a forthcoming blow job,  I'm gonna leave the computer now and go for it.

Merry Christmas and Happy Boxing day.

Hugs,
Anjelika

Morning Blow Job and Gagging for Sex

Wanda and Anjelika Chat about:

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Oysters, Swallowing Cum and Snowballing

In this episode we chat about: Oysters, Swallowing Cum and Snowballing

"If a girl's going down on you do you expect them to swallow?"

"There's a time in my life where I think I loved blow jobs more than intercourse."

"If you say to someone, don't cum in my mouth and they cum in your mouth, that's just rude."

"What if cum tastes like a bad oyster?"

"Did she pee on you?" Did you pee on her? Did you pee in her mouth?"

"Have you ever had an asphyxiation orgasm?"

"Once when the BFE was fucking me, he put a pillow over my head."

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It Started off as a Hand Job…

6:00 AM. In bed with the boyfriend. We’d been spooning all night. His alarm sounded. He switched it off then rolled over towards me.

We kissed.

I wrapped my arms around him. Slowly I moved my left hand down his chest. I brushed past his pubic hair and took hold of his cock.

It started off as a hand job. I gently moved my hand up and down his cock. My grip was gentle on the head of his penis and tightened as I moved down his shaft.

He convulsed involuntarily.

I pushed the covers away and took all of his cock in my mouth.

He sighed.

I licked the tip of his penis with my tongue then thrust the rest in my mouth. I kept sucking harder and harder until he said “Stop.”

I was confused for a few seconds until he sat up and crawled over to the foot of the bed. He knelt in front of me. He reached over, pulled my legs apart and plunged his cock into my pussy.

I sighed.

He was fucking me and it felt fantastic. The intensity of his eyes grew with each thrust.

Then he said the four words I absolutely love hearing from him, “I’m going to cum.”

He shot his load into me. I felt intensely happy.

“Wow, that was a lot cum,” he said sounding relieved.

I smiled back at him.

“Honey,” I said grabbing his hand, “I think we just made a baby.”

My Teenage Lesbian Years

"You're fucking dead if you break that God damn bong in this house!" Katie, my best friend yelled to Brian, a queer co-worker of hers from the Gap. "You hear me you pathetic queen?" Brian turned around and saw how dangerously close he came to knocking over a four-foot tall glass bong with his impromptu game of soccer.

Katie stood there with her arms folded; her strawberry blond hair framing her round face and pouty lips. She sighted in annoyance; possibly at the thought that the raging party she was currently throwing was about to get even more out of control. She walked past me without acknowledging my arrival.

It was the summer of 1994. It’s cliché to say that it all seems like yesterday, but it really does seem like an event of the recent past. I was an awkward teenager in a small town surrounded by an eclectic group of teenage misfits each one more fucked-up than me.

Our town was a place so small and nondescript that the only things to do there were to eat, fuck, fish, shop, go to church, indulge in underage drinking and throw the occasional, “My parents are out of town” party; which is exactly what Katie did.

The party was in its full swing. There were about thirty people there when I arrived. Bottles of Zima lined the kitchen countertop. Almost everyone seemed to be drinking either Zima or Budweiser. I can now look back and say, “what horrible choices.” At the time, it was all that was available to anyone under 21.

I recognized most people from high school. Steph, a friend of mine that I assumed was a lesbian because of her blunt haircut and fondness for the Indigo Girls, was in the living room playing some Suzanne Vega song on her guitar.

Ed, my 6 foot 6 blond haired blue-eyed model-perfect gay buddy approached me immediately extending his arms for a hug.

“Anjelika! We've been waiting for you. Where have you been?”
“Uh,” I stuttered, “At home.”
“At home doing what?”
“Nothing, sleeping.”
“Sleeping? When there's a party going on? Time to get you head examined.”
“Yeah, examined,” I laughed, “Where's Katie?”
Ed points to Katie's bedroom. “In there, with Marc.”

Marc was Katie’s bisexual boyfriend. I never trusted the “bisexual” part. He just seemed gay me. I guess the fact that he was Katie’s boyfriend proved me wrong. Still, I had my suspicious about him.

I walked to Katie's bedroom door. It was closed. I lightly knocked. Ed rushed over.

“Don't go in there, hon” Ed warned, “They're fucking.”
“Oh.”

I looked over to my left and saw some girl who I didn’t know crying at the kitchen table. I stared at her for a few seconds. Ed and I exchanged looks. He shrugged, “She is really brining down the mood here.:

Katie and Marc finally came out of the bedroom looking disheveled. Marc looked at me, snarled then headed towards the basement. Our mutual contempt was oblivious to Katie. She smiled at me as we walked towards the kitchen.

“Hey Anj, glad you can make it.”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Hey, I was thinking that next week we should take a trip up to New York. Just hang out, you know.”
“Sure,” I answered, feeling anything but sure. “So, um, like, what's the deal with her?” I pointed to the crying girl.

“Oh,” she says reluctantly, “that's my friend Michelle from college. She's just drunk.” Katie pats Michelle's head as if Michelle were an obedient dog. .“She'll be okay. Let's go listen to Steph play. She does a great version of 'Closer to Fine.'“

As Steph sang, Ed tiptoed into the kitchen. He grabbed a shot glass, then a bottle of Absolut Citron. He smiled sinisterly as he downed the shot. He looked at the bottle again then took another shot; then third and fourth. He clumsily stumbled around the kitchen. He leaned on the countertop next to me and burped in my ear. I laughed. He poured himself another shot, using my leg to balance the glass.

“Don't spill it,” I said as I looked at him. He smiled then overfilled the glass leaving a wet ring of vodka on my shorts. I gave him an annoyed look and walked out of the kitchen. He followed me to the bathroom.

“I need to clean this vodka off me. I don’t want to come home smelling of alcohol. My dad will kill me.”

”Smelling of alcohol is the sign of a good party.”

“It’s also the sign of being grounded for 2 weeks”

Before I could close the bathroom door behind me, Ed barged inside with me. He closed the door. We stood there facing each other. Silence. I stared into his eyes striking blue eyes. He ran his hands through his blond hair then leaned over to me.

“Anjelika, I'm really fucking drunk.”
“No shit.”
“You know you're beautiful.” He ran his hands through my hair.
“Thanks?” I say questioning him.
“You should be drinking tonight. You want me to get you a glass of-”
“No.”
“Anjelika...”
“What?”

He stared at me for a hard second then kissed me. I didn’t close my eyes. I didn’t feel anything. I just wanted to get the booze smell out of my shorts.

He started kissing me harder and somehow I really didn’t want to say no. Why was he kissing me? Wasn’t he gay? Maybe he was bi? If he were straight would I feel something?

“Hey I gotta pee,” yelled Katie through the door. I backed away from Ed. “I think Katie wants to come in” I said. I wasn’t sure if I felt relieved or disappointed to be interrupted.

“Let her use the other bathroom,” he said, slamming his hand against the door keeping it shut.”

“Ed, this crazy.”
“Of course it is. I’m drunk.”
“You’re not even… never mind”

Ed removed his hand from the door. Katie entered into the bathroom. She looked over at Ed and me. “Yo, did I interrupt something?”

“No.” I said, “Just Ed, drinking too much Absolut Hetero.”
“Are you flirting with a girl, Eddie?”
“I’m trying.”
“Wow, how does it feel?” She asks. Her eyes widen.
“It was feeling pretty good ‘til you barged in, right Anj?”
“Uh-“ I stuttered
“Just for the record, Eddie, I’m the only one allowed to flirt with Anj.”

Katie said winking at me knowingly as if we had established some sort of private joke; except we hadn’t.

“This is too weird,” I said as I pushed myself past Ed and left the bathroom. I went back into the kitchen. Michelle was still crying. I looked towards the living room, Steph wss playing another Indigo Girls song. I just wanted somewhere where I could be alone for awhile. I went into Katie’s bedroom, laid on the bed and fell asleep.

I woke up a little while later. Katie was laying next to me on the bed. I wondered how long she has been there?
“Hey, sleepyhead,” she said to me.
“I'm sorry it's just that-”
“Shhhh.... it's okay,” she gently strokes my arm.
“Where's Marc?”
“In the basement, doing lines with Brian. As if I don't know.”

The room was quiet, peaceful. As I looked up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on her ceiling I could vaguely hear the music from the party outside her room. Sounds like Steph had given up on playing her guitar. I think I recognized “Head Like a Hole” by Nine inch Nails playing.

“Shouldn't you be entertaining your guests?” I asked.
“No,” she laughed, “they're entertaining themselves.”
“Oh. Well, that Michelle girl didn’t look too happy.”
“She's drunk and sad,” Katie said nonchalantly.
“Sad?”
“Yeah well, she wanted to sleep with me tonight. She’s leaving for Australia in a few days. Some exchange program. She just wants one last fling before she goes.”
“Oh.” I said, echoing the words "last fling" in my head. Was there ever a first fling I wondered?
“But I told her I'd rather be with someone else.”
“Marc?”
"You know what I mean," She said wryly while tugging at my sleeve
"Do I?”

She hugged me as she crawled out of the bed. “Anjelika,” she said. I looked up at her. She said nothing. She kissed me lightly on my mouth. I froze. She looked at me apologetically, “I'm sorry,” she whispered as she walked to the door.
“Um, it’s okay. I guess. I liked it.” I said trying to convince her not to leave.

She smiled shyly and walked slowly back towards the bed. She gingerly touched my cheek as she climbed on the bed next to me. She kissed me again and I returned her kiss. She smiled. I smiled and I realized how great it feels kissing her.

We laid next to each other kissing and stroking. Her twin bed suddenly felt too small for the both of us. I tried not to let it bother me as I lifted off her shirt and unhooked her bra. I cupped her left breast in my hand before lowering my mouth to it. I sucked her nipple. She made faint groaning sounds. I sucked harder and she groaned more.

I reached down her panties and fingered her clit. It seemed almost bizarre that even though that was the first time I was with a woman I knew exactly what to do as if it were second nature.

She rolled on top of me. She indulged me in baby kisses around my navel. She tugged at the waistline of my shorts.
“I don't know about this.” I say frightened.
“Shhh. It's okay, Anjelika.” She kissed me on the mouth then pulled my shorts and panties down. She placed her hand between my legs and told me to relax. I laid there, still and nervous.

She gently spread my pussy lips apart. She opened her mouth wide and began sucking and licking my clit. It felt amazing. I started to shake out of nervousness. My best friend, who I had shared intimate details about boys and boyfriends was licking me out. It felt amazing and special, but I was too nervous to cum.

She said her jaw was getting tired so she stopped. Maybe it was a coincidence but few seconds before that I heard Marc calling Katie’s name. She nervously threw on her shirt and hurried out the door.

There I was, feeling confused and sitting naked on her bed. “Oh my God.” I thought, ”I had just had sex with my best friend.” A million thoughts were racing through my mind. Does that mean she likes me? Is she going to tell Marc? Am I gay?

Before I could think of anything else Ed entered the room, “I’m naked!” I yelled, while feeling a little embarrassed.

“Yes, you are,” he said devilishly.
“How drunk are you?”
“Drunk enough,” he answered.

That answer was good enough for me. I’m not sure what quite came over me but I lunged at Ed. We kissed. This time I felt something. It wasn’t gentle smooth like when Katie and I kissed. The kiss was hard and rough.

I unbuckled his belt yanked down his denim shorts. I pulled down his trousers and took his cock into my mouth. It was the first blow job I had given since I had my braces removed. Oh, the perils of being a teenager!

Ed laid back on the bed. I used my full lips to apply pressure up and down his whole shaft. After 15 minutes he didn’t cum and I felt bored. So I stopped. It never occurred to us to actually fuck. I’m not sure why. Maybe because we both wanted to be fucking other people? Maybe because our teenage minds didn’t work that way? Maybe it was because we had a point to prove but lost our conviction. Whatever the reason, we soon dressed left the party and went to Denny’s for food.

I Love Being a Dirty Bitch

I love being a dirty bitch. After work I met up with Goldiecocks. We went to an empty office. We began with some quick kisses but soon enough we ended up on the floor. He unbuttoned his trousers, pulled down his pants and reveled his lovely cock.

“Two things,” I told him, “1. Don’t cum. 2. Don’t cum in my mouth.”

I stroked his cock a few times before taking it in; all of it; until my full lips were at the base. I moved my mouth up and down.

“I can’t believe your old girlfriends never gave you a good blow jobs.”

“They only licked tip,” he said somewhat wistfully.

“They wouldn’t go all the way down? Why didn’t you ask them to?”

He shrugged, “I dunno.”

“You have to ask them. Or don’t even ask. Tell them. Better yet, just push their head down.”

I resumed my cocksucking duties. Like a obedient pupil, he pushed my head further down o to his cock.” I gave him the thumbs up sign.

After a few minutes he asked me to stop. He wanted to fuck instead. I wasn’t sure if I was wet enough. Then again, I had been horny all day, I MUST have been wet enough. I wanted him to eat me out but I didn’t want to break the flow of things. I wouldn’t insist this time.

I hiked up my denim skirt and took off my pink Victoria’s Secret panties. I threw them aside. His cock slid into me easily as slipping a knife through butter. His cock felt just as great as before. It felt awesome being pumped by him.

That awesome feeling faded soon as he said those four words you don’t want hear 2 minutes into fucking. “I’m going to cum.”

I wasn’t mad. Just slightly disappointed; and only slightly because we’ll fuck again and his staying power will improve. Nothing’s perfect at first so it’s not a big deal. It’s also very flattering knowing that you can turn on a guy so much that he cums instantly.

If all else fails, then I’ll break out my stash of Viagra.

“Are you cumming?” I asked him. I couldn’t tell. His face didn’t give anything way.

“Yeah,” he said, nodding his head.

“Do you realize your face is completely expressionless?” I asked, finding the situation amusing.

He explained that he was trying to be quiet so the cleaning staff wouldn’t hear. Fair enough. He withdrew his cock and got dressed.

I put on panties. My panties which earlier were soiled from me being wet and horny were now catching the runoff of cum that he shot into my pussy. Knowing his cum was in me made me feel sexy and dirty. On the train ride home, thinking about the cum in me made me horny.

As soon as I got home, I went straight to my bedroom. I got the vibrator out and put it in my cum-filled pussy. I imagined Goldiecocks shooting his load into me over and over again and I came pretty hard.

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Fucked Hard

Fucked Hard

Guess who just left my apartment? None other than Mr. MusicBiz. He’s so fucking sexy. I love that I can smell the remnants of his cologne in the T-shirt I’m wearing. I am going to masturbate tonight, vibrator in one hand, and sniffing my T-shirt with the other.

Surprisingly he’s still in London. And even more surprisingly he had time to come visit me again. He arrived at my flat around 7:30

I’m still in my work clothes when he arrives: Tight titty-hugging H&M pink V-neck T-shirt and brown Benetton mini-skirt. He says hello in the best way: by kissing me in the foyer of my apartment. We continue kissing as we walk into the lounge. He notices the bathtub filled with water as we walk past the bathroom I tell him how I was going to take a bath.

I didn’t have time to eat before he came over. Just before he arrived I was on the iTunes store buying 10 of his songs. I created a special playlist just for him. It was going to be a mix of the songs I bought, along with the ones of his that I already had in my collection. On each previous visit with him, his songs never seem to play. I’m thinking that the “random” feature on iTunes isn’t really that random. So this time I wanted to hear his music. 1. Because it’s damn good and 2. Because I want him to know that I appreciate his music. So I wanted to hear his stuff all night long. Is that weird? Would that be considered narcissistic for him? Would he actually sing along while we’re fucking? Or would he be thinking about his time in the recording studio? And if he’s thinking about the recording studio while he’s fucking me does that mean I’m doing a bad job fucking? Maybe I’m thinking about this a bit to much.

I order take out from an Indian place around the corner. I don’t have any money in my wallet, so I have to run down stairs to get some cash for the food. Mr.MusicBiz kindly offers to pay so I don’t have to go downstairs. I feel bad accepting because I don’t want to give the impression that I’m the sort of girl who expects things to be bought for her. I’m not a leach. Sure, gifts are nice, but generally, I’m the sort of girl who can take care of herself.

We keep kissing. He starts feeling up my breasts. Oh shit! I am wearing my uncool bra! It’s the brassiere equivalent to “Granny pants.” My boring whit e Marks & Spencer’s bra with no underwire. The bra is that I wear when I know I’m not getting laid. Ooops! Of course I‘d be loathe to show any guy this bra. Why didn’t I change when I got home? I have SO MANY sex bras and only one uncool one.

He's not too crazy about my playlist idea, so we end up listing to a bunch of tunes that had some meaning to me in August 2006.

We move onto the sofa. Luckily Doggums is away at the crèche so we don’t have worry about her jumping all over us. Mr.MusicBiz sits on my couch. I sit on his lap. My skirt is really short and I’m not wearing any knickers. I’m sitting on Mr.MusicBiz’s lap. We’re kissing. He’s lifting up my skirt and fingering my clit. We spend a few minutes kissing. I then get up and go to the bathroom. I take of my shirt, bra and skirt. I slip into the bathtub. I make sure that my pussy and other parts are nice and clean. My bath lasts just under 10 minutes. I put on my plush pink terry cloth and beckon Mr. MusicBiz

Before I can even dry off, Mr.MusicBiz backs me onto the bed. My bathrobe is open but still draped around my shoulders. Mr.MusicBiz lowers his head and immediately goes down on me. I have small orgasm while he’s licking my clit. His tongue soon explores my pussy, going in and out of my hole. His tongue explores further. He spends lots of time rimming me; He sticks a finger inside. It feels slightly uncomfortable, but I guess I have a ways to go.

Following my tongue-bath, Mr.MusicBiz mounts me. His cock thrusts inside me. Mmmmmmm.. God, it feels good. He pumps me hard and harder. We start off in the missionary position. He passionately kisses me on the mouth. He cums after ten minutes in me. I was secretly hoping that the food would come first. But whatever, not a huge deal.

We sit and watch Grand Designs, followed by an episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm Series 4. Sometimes we talk. Sometimes we have moments of silence. Sometimes I ask him questions about his kids and life in LA. Sometimes I ask him about meeting other celebs: Yes, he’s met at least one of the Beatles. Yes, he’s met a couple of the Stones. He’d never tour with Amy Winehouse. He’s not keen on Keane, Madonna, the Chilli Peppers nor Henry Rollins. He thinks Amy MacDonald is fab. Every time he mentions her name I think about bumping into her and her wide face at the Digital Music Awards. But even our moments of silence are comfortable moments.

I tell him that I think he’s a natural-born helper. I know him as an Individual who is quite caring and quite giving. He’s generally easy-going and easy to be with. He’s also just a nice guy.

While we sit on the sofa I think about his life in LA; how different it must be from here. I think about his kidney-shaped swimming pool and the Santa Ana winds that blow against palm trees in his front yard. There is probably a maid, and a gardener; A nanny and a pool boy; A personal assistant and manger. There is probably a home-gym so that his actress girlfriend can keep in shape without leaving home. Between the celebrity friends and the VIP rooms I wonder, what the hell is he doing here with me?

Yeah, I know I’m a good fuck, but surely there are a lot of good fucks in Los Angeles

He gives me the impression that his life at home is well-oiled machine. Whether he is there or not, life goes on. And even when he arrives back home, he’s more of an interloper rather than an essential piece of the puzzle; It seems ironic. Without him, there’d be no family, yet now the family functions perfectly even perfunctorily with out him.

I try to detect some sadness around this fact, but there was none forthcoming. He seemed resigned to the fact that, that’s how his life is now. He wasn’t resigned in a forlorn way. On the contrary, he was quite practical, matter-of-fact and accepting of his circumstance.

If anything, what I detect in him, more or less, is boredom; a lack of challenge. There is no new big conquest. He’s a natural-born helper yet his ability to help at home is no longer needed. His own family has made him obsolete; yet the situation isn’t miserable. At it’s worst it’s “acceptable,” sexless and on occasion, lonely. It’s not miserable enough to make him leave.

So here he is, Mr.MusicBiz a man in limbo. I’m reminded of that quote from Nikki Giovanni: "We love because it's the only true adventure."

What I think he needs:
1. To be needed; to be able to help; to contribute more than a pay cheque to his family unit.
2. To do something to rekindle his sense of adventure; whether this be through, work, sex, love, charity, etc.
3. For someone to be there for him.

Then again, I could be wrong.

We turn to More 4 to watch the new season of Curb Your Enthusiasm. For the first time that night, he puts his arm around me. I rest my head on his should. Slowly my hand creeps down to his crotch. First I start rubbing it over his jeans. Soon he unbuttons his jeans exposing his hard cock. I lean my head down towards it and slowly take his cock into my mouth.

I vary speeds, sometimes licking the tip with my tongue. Then I engulf his entire shaft into my mouth. He starts fucking my mouth. I almost gag at one point. I slowly ease off.

He takes his jeans off. Then he takes his underware off. He climbs on top of the sofa. I open my legs. He thrusts his cock into my pussy. Mmmmmm feels so good. He starts thrusting me, harder and harder.

I’m trying to think of an occasion where I got fucked harder? I’m not sure if one exists? Maybe with the BFE in Brazil, but even that was different. In Brazil it seemed as if the BFE was fucking me to vent his anger. It wasn’t so much about sex or love. He was screwing me literally and figuratively! It was easier for him to vent his frustrations at me by shagging the living daylights out of me. I guess that’s why the asphyxiation element of it makes sense. But not to dwell on bittersweet times…

Mr.MusicBiz shags me so fucking hard. I don’t think anyone’s cock has been so deep within me. His hard cock in my wet pussy feels fantastic. I love it. I love ever minute of it. My legs are spread open and in the air. As he thrusts into me, I thrust back. We’re fucking so hard that our bodies slap together, making a loud slapping thud each time we make content.

He pulls out. I ask him if he came. He said no. He’s not sure if he has it in him. I give his cock a five-minute break then I started sucking on it again.

As it grows closer 11:30, Mr.MusicBiz assembles his belongings. We hug, kiss and say our good-byes. Before he heads out the door, he reminds me to buy his single when it's release in the next couple weeks.

He's left me with some great fucking memories. I don't know when I'll see him again?. I am, however, sure to see him in the top 10 very soon. This is good news, because he's in my top 10 as well.

Part 4 of “I Fucked him Up the Ass” coming tomorrow. Sorry for the delay.