TMI aka, Ninja Kisser, Part 3 - aka, Coast Con 2013
X-posted from Fet ...
So I've been fighting over whether to post this or not in my head. Part of me wants to keep it all to myself but if I really want the full experience of last night to come full circle, I feel like I need to expose a little part of me to others. Not lie to myself anymore about who and what I am, and grow. So here we go.
Its our Shtick, he and I to ignore each other at cons until we get drunk. We met at mobicon last year, and didn't really try to ... need to ... fuck each other until 5 am Saturday night. Same thing at Contraflow last year ... this time ... same deal. Almost. Needless to say this has been building between the two of us for nearly a year. I know it has for me, at least.
So I get there Friday night and get super duper super drunk. Like ... recovered all day Saturday drunk. It was retarded. But I enjoyed myself. Karaoke, met new people, hung out with roommates, gamed a bit, had a gay guy suck on my titty. Good times, Good times.
Saturday I didn't really become mobile til around 2. Did some con stuff, went back to the room, more con stuff ... went to the slave auction (YES. A CHARITY SLAVE AUCTION!) and then went back to the hotel for the parties. Drank more, saw him in passing ... finally around 11 or so he said hi. We'd seen each other countless times and this was the first time we'd acknowledged each other. The two of us are so fucking awkward its amazing we ever hooked up. But I digress.
I drink more, hang out in his room, i teased him about breaking into my room at mobicon last year, he teased me back about leaving it open for him to find me....
Lots of wandering is done, me going back to my room and feeling sorry for myself, wishing I had the balls to just grab him and fuck him silly and knowing I didn't. Went back to the con and somehow he, the roommate, and some other guy end up on the beach BSing. I'm not sure if he's there, away from all of his friends because he wants to be near me or if he's more into her but I enjoy it regardless. Shortly afterwards we head back to the con. At this point, its approaching 2:15 or so.
The roommate decided she wanted to go to bed, asked me if I was ready, said I was and we both went back to the room. I pouted. I called myself a pussy. I was drunk, and annoyed. So I told her I was going to go smoke a cigarette. I did this same bullshit at Contraflow. Left my room going to look for him. I stood there, 10-15 minutes nursing that same goddamn cigarette as much as I could until I finally saw him. I got terrified.
He'd said earlier in the night that he had a room all to himself. I wondered. Did he do that because of me? Was he hoping to get me in bed this weekend? But I panicked. I put my cigarette out and headed up the stairs. I knew he was behind me and didn't dare look back ... until I did. I saw him.
I started to put my key in my hotel door and he said "psst...." and had me come to him. It was awkward. It was strange but the next thing I know, he'd grabbed me and we were making out. It was amazing. Damn that boy knows how to kiss. Anyway, we hung out on the balcony for who knows how long kissing and he said " I have to go put my stuff down in my room ... you can come if you want ..." I know, I know. Sober, I think about it and its very ... yeah. But I did want. and I told him "Yanno, all you had to was ask."
So we got back to his room and he "put his stuff down". He almost immediately threw me on the bed. I loved the way he felt on tom of me, I loved the way his weight felt. I knew, right there he was the only one I'd wanted all weekend. This was, at that very moment the only place I wanted to bed. He got up to take his shirt off and I got up and got undressed. I think it suprised him how comfortable i was getting undressed with the lights on. He's not vanilla, at all but sometimes i think those not in the public community are less comfortable in their own skin. But I digress...
Then we laid back down. We kissed. A LOT. He fucked with my pussy, mostly fingering and playing with my clit. It felt so good to be the center of attention - if I was a little less drunk I might have felt bad but I didn't. He really seemed to be enjoying himself, smiling, etc. We laughed. He asked me why I liked him, he told me I shouldn't want to be with him, he told me there were so many other guys at the con that I should want to be with. I was honest. I told him it had become a thing. 2 cons in a row and I still hadn't gotten him in bed. I was obsessing. He said "Oh, so I'm a conquest then?" I laughed, I blushed and he rolled over and pretended to pout. Then... he came back and more kissing.
Finally at some point, I reached in for more kissing and he said "No, you don't deserve more kisses right now." and he started slapping my pussy. OMG. He kept telling me what a bad person he was and that I deserved better. I didn't care. It felt amazing. I tried to kiss him more, he wouldn't. I bit his shoulder. I growled. He told me about how he was going to use me, pass me off to his friends, how he was going to fuck me while I sucked them off. "Jesus, I thought ... this isn't supposed to turn me on." But it did. It really did. Then he laughed at me and asked what I'd do if that really happened and I told him ... "Probably run screaming back to my room."
He continued slapping me and finally I asked "You have to tell me what you want...." First he said he was good. I was thinking ... really? I can't just ... come here, orgasm and leave him to his own devices. But then he changed his mind and had me blow him but that wasn't working ... I don't know if it was the alcohol, or what but he was super sensitive so I started playing with his balls. Licking, caressing, sucking, whatever.... all the while he finger fucked me from behind. RAWR. Love that. Anyway .... that went on for a while and then .... then he told me to lick his ass.
And here's the thing. I'm not averse to it, I'm really not ... but a lot of the men I've been with either don't seem to enjoy it, think its gay or something or never asked me to so I've only done it once before in my sexual history. So to say its something I'm not confident with would be an understatement. But I did my best. And the next thing I know, he's convulsing, grunting ... and I feel something. FUCK. HE JUST FUCKING CAME. I felt ... there's really no other word to use for this ... powerful.
I had never fucking done that before. And once he regained his composure said "Well ... that's a first ... you just found a new way for me to orgasm." I was like ... Holy crap that was amazing. We talked a bit about the way we each orgasm typically, some sex stuff, we cuddled for a bit, I asked him if he wanted me to get up and get him a towel (my way of giving him an out to kick me out of his room ....) he said no. We cuddled some more, and finally after several hours of loud, raunchy, roughish, pent up, anticipatory sex he finally got up to clean up. I figured that was my cue to leave.
I got up, got dressed, he kissed me goodbye, walked me to my door, and at 5 am this morning I fell asleep more soundly than I have in a very long time.
He didn't put his cock in my vagina. And you know what? I'm totally okay with that and had more fun last night than many of my PIV interactions with other folks. It was hot and I knew, I knew everything I'd imagined it would be. Yeah. I've probably thought about what it would be like to be in a bed with him way too much over the past year.
Now I can put him behind me, right?
So I've been fighting over whether to post this or not in my head. Part of me wants to keep it all to myself but if I really want the full experience of last night to come full circle, I feel like I need to expose a little part of me to others. Not lie to myself anymore about who and what I am, and grow. So here we go.
Its our Shtick, he and I to ignore each other at cons until we get drunk. We met at mobicon last year, and didn't really try to ... need to ... fuck each other until 5 am Saturday night. Same thing at Contraflow last year ... this time ... same deal. Almost. Needless to say this has been building between the two of us for nearly a year. I know it has for me, at least.
So I get there Friday night and get super duper super drunk. Like ... recovered all day Saturday drunk. It was retarded. But I enjoyed myself. Karaoke, met new people, hung out with roommates, gamed a bit, had a gay guy suck on my titty. Good times, Good times.
Saturday I didn't really become mobile til around 2. Did some con stuff, went back to the room, more con stuff ... went to the slave auction (YES. A CHARITY SLAVE AUCTION!) and then went back to the hotel for the parties. Drank more, saw him in passing ... finally around 11 or so he said hi. We'd seen each other countless times and this was the first time we'd acknowledged each other. The two of us are so fucking awkward its amazing we ever hooked up. But I digress.
I drink more, hang out in his room, i teased him about breaking into my room at mobicon last year, he teased me back about leaving it open for him to find me....
Lots of wandering is done, me going back to my room and feeling sorry for myself, wishing I had the balls to just grab him and fuck him silly and knowing I didn't. Went back to the con and somehow he, the roommate, and some other guy end up on the beach BSing. I'm not sure if he's there, away from all of his friends because he wants to be near me or if he's more into her but I enjoy it regardless. Shortly afterwards we head back to the con. At this point, its approaching 2:15 or so.
The roommate decided she wanted to go to bed, asked me if I was ready, said I was and we both went back to the room. I pouted. I called myself a pussy. I was drunk, and annoyed. So I told her I was going to go smoke a cigarette. I did this same bullshit at Contraflow. Left my room going to look for him. I stood there, 10-15 minutes nursing that same goddamn cigarette as much as I could until I finally saw him. I got terrified.
He'd said earlier in the night that he had a room all to himself. I wondered. Did he do that because of me? Was he hoping to get me in bed this weekend? But I panicked. I put my cigarette out and headed up the stairs. I knew he was behind me and didn't dare look back ... until I did. I saw him.
I started to put my key in my hotel door and he said "psst...." and had me come to him. It was awkward. It was strange but the next thing I know, he'd grabbed me and we were making out. It was amazing. Damn that boy knows how to kiss. Anyway, we hung out on the balcony for who knows how long kissing and he said " I have to go put my stuff down in my room ... you can come if you want ..." I know, I know. Sober, I think about it and its very ... yeah. But I did want. and I told him "Yanno, all you had to was ask."
So we got back to his room and he "put his stuff down". He almost immediately threw me on the bed. I loved the way he felt on tom of me, I loved the way his weight felt. I knew, right there he was the only one I'd wanted all weekend. This was, at that very moment the only place I wanted to bed. He got up to take his shirt off and I got up and got undressed. I think it suprised him how comfortable i was getting undressed with the lights on. He's not vanilla, at all but sometimes i think those not in the public community are less comfortable in their own skin. But I digress...
Then we laid back down. We kissed. A LOT. He fucked with my pussy, mostly fingering and playing with my clit. It felt so good to be the center of attention - if I was a little less drunk I might have felt bad but I didn't. He really seemed to be enjoying himself, smiling, etc. We laughed. He asked me why I liked him, he told me I shouldn't want to be with him, he told me there were so many other guys at the con that I should want to be with. I was honest. I told him it had become a thing. 2 cons in a row and I still hadn't gotten him in bed. I was obsessing. He said "Oh, so I'm a conquest then?" I laughed, I blushed and he rolled over and pretended to pout. Then... he came back and more kissing.
Finally at some point, I reached in for more kissing and he said "No, you don't deserve more kisses right now." and he started slapping my pussy. OMG. He kept telling me what a bad person he was and that I deserved better. I didn't care. It felt amazing. I tried to kiss him more, he wouldn't. I bit his shoulder. I growled. He told me about how he was going to use me, pass me off to his friends, how he was going to fuck me while I sucked them off. "Jesus, I thought ... this isn't supposed to turn me on." But it did. It really did. Then he laughed at me and asked what I'd do if that really happened and I told him ... "Probably run screaming back to my room."
He continued slapping me and finally I asked "You have to tell me what you want...." First he said he was good. I was thinking ... really? I can't just ... come here, orgasm and leave him to his own devices. But then he changed his mind and had me blow him but that wasn't working ... I don't know if it was the alcohol, or what but he was super sensitive so I started playing with his balls. Licking, caressing, sucking, whatever.... all the while he finger fucked me from behind. RAWR. Love that. Anyway .... that went on for a while and then .... then he told me to lick his ass.
And here's the thing. I'm not averse to it, I'm really not ... but a lot of the men I've been with either don't seem to enjoy it, think its gay or something or never asked me to so I've only done it once before in my sexual history. So to say its something I'm not confident with would be an understatement. But I did my best. And the next thing I know, he's convulsing, grunting ... and I feel something. FUCK. HE JUST FUCKING CAME. I felt ... there's really no other word to use for this ... powerful.
I had never fucking done that before. And once he regained his composure said "Well ... that's a first ... you just found a new way for me to orgasm." I was like ... Holy crap that was amazing. We talked a bit about the way we each orgasm typically, some sex stuff, we cuddled for a bit, I asked him if he wanted me to get up and get him a towel (my way of giving him an out to kick me out of his room ....) he said no. We cuddled some more, and finally after several hours of loud, raunchy, roughish, pent up, anticipatory sex he finally got up to clean up. I figured that was my cue to leave.
I got up, got dressed, he kissed me goodbye, walked me to my door, and at 5 am this morning I fell asleep more soundly than I have in a very long time.
He didn't put his cock in my vagina. And you know what? I'm totally okay with that and had more fun last night than many of my PIV interactions with other folks. It was hot and I knew, I knew everything I'd imagined it would be. Yeah. I've probably thought about what it would be like to be in a bed with him way too much over the past year.
Now I can put him behind me, right?