Viagra Experience
I've been meaning to write this three weeks ago. This is about my first ever viagra experience. I've already told some biatches around and they had fun listening to every words I said. Call it an elective sex class: Viagra 101.
This is how my journey to the "North and South Pole" began.
An American artist slash photographer based in New York City contacted me through a fab website telling me that he's very horny and needed to unleash the sexual, demonic intentions he had for hot my profile---me bare naked but only the back shown. Promise, no dangling ball seen. Only the purity and curvity of my bubble butt. Ask Claudia Schiffer who's poster serves as the backdrop.
I told him that it's already too late (around 11:30 pm) and I gotta work the next day and besides, I was clueless where his hotel was. He was fucking persistent and began sending me naked photos of him with his birdie in full glory. Goodness, it tingled and awakened my carnal system that was so hard to control. So, off I went to meet him without realizing that he's just nearby my place.
Right when I got inside, the amazing, heavenly foreplay began. Boy, I was so speechless the way he played his tongue all over me. He rimmed me so hard that I can't express what the fucking feeling that was. Even the virgin cunt can't ever explain such helluva of performance. I was floored down to the abyss of ecstasy but felt like I was in euphoria, flying amidst the Milky Way of human kindness.
Session 1 lasted for about 30 minutes. He said it was just foreplay but I did cum. After ten minutes, he started cuddling me again. His touches were so differently erotic. A smooth, quick but passionate caress gave an unexplainable sensuality of holiness. He was indeed very good in it. So good for a 38-year old hunk. Everytime his sculpted body pressed against mine, I was the most secured slut his arms ever chained.
But no mattter how he tendered me with his amazing tongue skill and no matter how my dick touched the roof of the north pole, I still could not release the next batch of my dairy product. When he was half-tired of pleasing me, he stood up and reached for a pill bottle. He handed me one green pill and told me to take it. Curious as I was, I asked him what the hell was that he straightforwardly told me that it was a viagra. I was offended a little bit at first but I had my epiphany sooner than I expected. He was civil enough never to force me taking it. What the heck? This is my chance to try and besides, viagra is expensive and now, it's offered to me free of charge! So, I took it and waited for 15 minutes to take effect.
Twenty minutes later.
Thirty minutes later.
An hour later.
He tried to please me over and over again. Those touches of his made me feel like it the only thing worth for a suicide. A strange thing happened: I didn't get a full erection! He gave up on me and told me that maybe, that "stuff" was not really for me.
After few minutes more of "playing," we bade each other adieu.
The next day, right after I woke up, my "thing" was a hard as a frozen ice in the Arctic. Boy, did I hate it. Even after a hot shower, it was like a lion ready to roar! After the bath, I decided to put on my speedo swimming trunks since it fits me well and even if I had a hard hard-on, it won't leave a bulge on my pants.
An hour after, my little "Shakespeare" bowed gracefully. But it was only for about 20 minutes. Then, it went up again for another 20 minutes. It was like that again and again in twenty minutes interval. Everytime my sneaky snake stood up, I'd take my seat in front of the class so to avoid embarrassment. It was pretty painful and crazy at the same time and I was fucking paranoid the whole day.
Then, during the last break of my class, around 3:00 - 3:10 p.m., I didn't bear it anymore so I went to the school's toilet and occupied one of the cubicles. It's a relief that the toilet are well-maintained / cleaned by the janitor and the cubicles have real privacy.
I did the holy thing to do: masturbate.
It took me like 20 minutes to do the sacred litany of all the angels and demons around me. When I spurted the juice of human kindness, it was like I saw a miracle. It was a real epiphany after the prolonged ordeal I had on that day.
It was orgasmically AWESOME!
The standing soldier had calmed down like it badly needed rest.
I went back to the class and my students looked at me like I committed a crime unknown to the porn world. Then someone asked me where I was that I came in ten minutes late.
I smiled. And said, "I have a diarrhea."
They didn't understand. I wrote the ugly word on the whiteboard.
They raced through their electronic dictionary to find the meaning. When they figured it out, they were laughing and someone offered that I should take a medicine or see a doctor.
"I'll be fine," I said.
True enough. I did just fine.
This is how my journey to the "North and South Pole" began.
An American artist slash photographer based in New York City contacted me through a fab website telling me that he's very horny and needed to unleash the sexual, demonic intentions he had for hot my profile---me bare naked but only the back shown. Promise, no dangling ball seen. Only the purity and curvity of my bubble butt. Ask Claudia Schiffer who's poster serves as the backdrop.
I told him that it's already too late (around 11:30 pm) and I gotta work the next day and besides, I was clueless where his hotel was. He was fucking persistent and began sending me naked photos of him with his birdie in full glory. Goodness, it tingled and awakened my carnal system that was so hard to control. So, off I went to meet him without realizing that he's just nearby my place.
Right when I got inside, the amazing, heavenly foreplay began. Boy, I was so speechless the way he played his tongue all over me. He rimmed me so hard that I can't express what the fucking feeling that was. Even the virgin cunt can't ever explain such helluva of performance. I was floored down to the abyss of ecstasy but felt like I was in euphoria, flying amidst the Milky Way of human kindness.
Session 1 lasted for about 30 minutes. He said it was just foreplay but I did cum. After ten minutes, he started cuddling me again. His touches were so differently erotic. A smooth, quick but passionate caress gave an unexplainable sensuality of holiness. He was indeed very good in it. So good for a 38-year old hunk. Everytime his sculpted body pressed against mine, I was the most secured slut his arms ever chained.
But no mattter how he tendered me with his amazing tongue skill and no matter how my dick touched the roof of the north pole, I still could not release the next batch of my dairy product. When he was half-tired of pleasing me, he stood up and reached for a pill bottle. He handed me one green pill and told me to take it. Curious as I was, I asked him what the hell was that he straightforwardly told me that it was a viagra. I was offended a little bit at first but I had my epiphany sooner than I expected. He was civil enough never to force me taking it. What the heck? This is my chance to try and besides, viagra is expensive and now, it's offered to me free of charge! So, I took it and waited for 15 minutes to take effect.
Twenty minutes later.
Thirty minutes later.
An hour later.
He tried to please me over and over again. Those touches of his made me feel like it the only thing worth for a suicide. A strange thing happened: I didn't get a full erection! He gave up on me and told me that maybe, that "stuff" was not really for me.
After few minutes more of "playing," we bade each other adieu.
The next day, right after I woke up, my "thing" was a hard as a frozen ice in the Arctic. Boy, did I hate it. Even after a hot shower, it was like a lion ready to roar! After the bath, I decided to put on my speedo swimming trunks since it fits me well and even if I had a hard hard-on, it won't leave a bulge on my pants.
An hour after, my little "Shakespeare" bowed gracefully. But it was only for about 20 minutes. Then, it went up again for another 20 minutes. It was like that again and again in twenty minutes interval. Everytime my sneaky snake stood up, I'd take my seat in front of the class so to avoid embarrassment. It was pretty painful and crazy at the same time and I was fucking paranoid the whole day.
Then, during the last break of my class, around 3:00 - 3:10 p.m., I didn't bear it anymore so I went to the school's toilet and occupied one of the cubicles. It's a relief that the toilet are well-maintained / cleaned by the janitor and the cubicles have real privacy.
I did the holy thing to do: masturbate.
It took me like 20 minutes to do the sacred litany of all the angels and demons around me. When I spurted the juice of human kindness, it was like I saw a miracle. It was a real epiphany after the prolonged ordeal I had on that day.
It was orgasmically AWESOME!
The standing soldier had calmed down like it badly needed rest.
I went back to the class and my students looked at me like I committed a crime unknown to the porn world. Then someone asked me where I was that I came in ten minutes late.
I smiled. And said, "I have a diarrhea."
They didn't understand. I wrote the ugly word on the whiteboard.
They raced through their electronic dictionary to find the meaning. When they figured it out, they were laughing and someone offered that I should take a medicine or see a doctor.
"I'll be fine," I said.
True enough. I did just fine.