Reneged

(Caution: moderately detailed sexcapade below.  Read with caution) 
 
Ok, I reneged my deal to be done with him. But if I didn't, I wouldnt be Mz. Indecisive. Assclown managed to hit me up the day after the Thanksgiving weekend to wish me a happy Thanksgiving.  (Seriously??Assclown?)  BTW...the term 'assclown' comes from the blog "Baggagereclaim" so I must give credit where credit is due.  Anyway, he revealed that he had been dreaming about me and is jonesing to taste me.  Mhm.  Although I am disgusted at his true degree of assclownism...a few texts had me almost creampie in my panties.  The very thought of the naughty things we do had that pussy poppin beyond my control.  Eventually...I agreed to let him come over last night.  He took fuckin forever.  I just wanted to get it over with already.  The anticipation of doing my dumb deed was getting the best of me.

He finally texts me to tell me he was on his way, but wanted to stop somewhere for some flavor lubes.  Pina Colada mmm mmm good my fav.  I was diggin it.  He knows that I just happen to give better than average head, but add in flavor, and it goes to mind blowing.  After stopping at a few stores, and driving by a few that were closed...he finally showed up...with a box of assorted condoms.  Yea.  Note my sarcasm.

So here I've been waiting and ready to go...clothes off, ipod playlist selected, candle lit...and he needs to get in the shower?!?!  Is this the fuckin YMCA?  Don't get me wrong, I appreciate a clean cock...but I was ready at 9am.  I have yet to master the sublime practice of delayed gratification.  I am entirely too impatient.  I should have broken out Mr. Wiggles and did this myself!

So he gets in bed and dives in between my legs like godiva.  YES!  I've been dreaming about this.  I wouldn't allow him to go inside until I had a chance to put my work in...and worship the cock with my mouth.  He seductively asked me to touch myself for his enjoyment.  I graciously complied and could see the appreciation of my actions on his face.

We get it in...but its different than it usually is.  He didn't sex me, stroke me, make love to me or anything along those lines...he fucked me.  He pounded me from every position until my walls were swollen.  Don't get me wrong, I love me some dirty whore sex as much as the next one, and this shit was good...just different from his usual self...and at times it was even a lil awkward. Nonetheless, electrifying and gratifying.  That burning of inner-whoreness finding a short release.     He got it from the back, the nono area...and I had a ground breaking orgasm.  I needed that.  He must have been dreaming about this.  Good, I have been too.  Although I can fantasize and touch myself fondly thinking of any man , it is him and his cock that usually manages to creep into my personal time.

We layed in bed and attempted some empty pillow talk. What is it about this guy that I just can't seem to speak around him?  I generally get pretty far with my witty quips, none of which are evoked by him. Every word that comes out of my mouth when I speak to him is filled with dumb-assness and even some stuttering.   Apparently. the only completely clear message I can send to him is just fuck me.  At that moment, I couldn't see how that previous emotional attachment thing happened and I finally realized, yes this IS and HAS BEEN just sex. Maybe it was the dirty whore sex that brought about that anti-cuddly feeling...if so, thank you sex gods.  I needed that.

Round 2 was a little more typical of us...more sensual and teasing.  I swear my pussy took on a life of its own.  It quivered with every stroke...he must've felt it because he just stopped and layed in it motionless for a while.  Fantastic.  I'm selfish.  I asked him to go back down on me.  I love for my pussy to be worshiped, appreciated in a way only a man who acknowledges the beauty and power of having that sweet juice flow onto his tongue could.  I got all I asked for.

I kept cuddle time to a minimum. After all, we are only fuck buddies, not even friends with benefits. In fact, I've vowed to cut him off time and time again.  We stretched away from each other, fluffed the pillows and slipped into sweet post-coital slumber.  I recall having some crazy dreams which awoke me.  When I did, I realized this motherfucker had put a body pillow in between us.  WTF??  I woke him and asked him wtf is with the barrier between us??  He grabbed the pillow and tossed it.  Seriously though...WTF??  Maybe I farted on him.  Maybe I smacked him.  Maybe I snored in his face...who knows.  But I have to admit, I appreciate the boundary to some extent.

And why why why does Assclown insist upon leaving his shit at my house?!?  Marking territory?  I took pride in tossing his toothbrush into the trashcan this morning. The only thing I want left behind is hot memories of sexcapades past to add to the spank bank.

So, I am undecided.  Can Assclown/Mr.MD remain in my life as my dick in a glass case despite harsh feelings and a broken history??  I'm so excited!  I think I can handle it!