microthrills's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I know how to be lost in lust, not because you should, but because you must. Tuesday nights are date nights for T and I. Most of the time, we do dinner and a movie but there are some weeks we will go to a bar like we did for Australia Day and Mardi Gras. Last night, T surprised me with tickets to see The Tempest at BAM. He can be so thoughtful. So we dressed up and went to the theatre. I wore a grey, slinky low cut dress and T looked so touchable in a yellow button down that has a little give to it, if you are so inclined to pull on it, to pull him closer. I am (not so secretly) flattered when I catch him looking at my cleavage. :) Yesterday's weather in NYC was bitter and cold and wet the entire day and night. The play was fantastique but I was so happy to get back to T's warm apartment and bed. He fed me and let me curl up in his electric blanket. When I started falling asleep, he began whispering what he wanted from me. I told him before we ate dinner that I would thank him for the tickets, and that he wouldn't have to do any work at all and I really love making those types of promises to him. I tore myself out of bed to wash up in the bathroom and he told me he would have something when I got back. His long, hard dick to smack against my soft facial skin. I love settling myself in between his legs and giving him a slow blowjob to start. His cock gets hard in my mouth until I can barely stuff it in. We (still) love watching porn together and he had queued up a playlist of videos of girls getting cum dropped all over their faces. While we watched, I straddled myself onto him and sat down on his hard dick. T's hands ran over the grey ribbed tank I had changed into when we got back to his place. While his attention was focused on a girl taking loads in her face, I took off my tank top and bra and his hands instinctively went to my chest, and began touching my body from my breasts to my stomach down to my hips and ass. We are whispering to each other and the mood is intimate. I trust T and I let him wrap his hands around my throat and cover my mouth. There are moments where I stop moving and just sit down on him and let his cock sink deeper into my pussy, I push down so he can feel my weight. I can feel his body responding under me while we kiss and I let T take control, even though I am still on top of him. He fucks me and doesn't hold back or restrain himself. I know he has hang-ups about fucking skinny girls because they complain that he hurts them but all I want is more. I love when he stops retraining himself and just gives in to what his body wants to do. I can feel his cum building up; his dick is so hard inside of me and I squeeze him to coax it out. I begin whispering a dirty story to him to send him over the edge. We cum together. "Best orgasm, everrr..." He laughs. Sex is funny, the last time is always the best time. 8:39 p.m. - 2010-02-24 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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