myValentine Trial Run

myValentine and I ended up having a rendezvous on Friday night.

I was coming from dinner and was looking good (if I do say so myself) in a dress and heels when I picked him up at his house. He commented on my attire and I assured him it wasn’t for his benefit. I could care less what he thinks. We went for a drive since his entire family was home and I know how awkward that can be. He’s obviously done the car thing in his neighbourhood before because he immediately directed me to a secluded spot.

After some brief chit-chat, nothing to serious, we moved to the back seats and after rearranging some garbage and snow brushes we were good to go. The dress worked out perfectly. I hate dropping trou’ in a car because they’re really hard to put on if the cops show up. *Knock on wood.*

I like the way myValentine kisses. It’s been a while since I’ve had an adequate make-out. And the fact he can kiss well while working his hands well at the same time is awesome. His fingers… I just can’t get over them. They move so fast and with precision and consistency.

I basked under his touch for quite some time before I decided to give him some attention. What better place for his tired fingers to go than my mouth. He. Loves. This. I can’t exactly deepthroat a cock [yet!] but I fingers are a decent substitute. (It’s actually interesting to feel around in your mouth/throat. Try it out, I dare you.) I needed to taste something other than myself so his pants had to go.

He’s quiet, which is unexpected given his outgoing personality. Who doesn’t like having some vocal encouragement? He always says something dumb afterwards like, “You’re really good at that.” Yeah, I know, whatever, thanks, fuck me now. Please.

I know I mentioned that my pre-bang stipulation was to get off first but I’m weak sometimes. I improvised and the only requirement was that he not tell our mutual friend. I was a bit let down as his fingers are way better than his cock… although still not good enough for anything mind-blowing.

I drove him home and he awkwardly wanted a goodbye kiss. I don’t think it’s necessary. I’ll kiss your cock goodbye but your mouth seems too relationship-y. Am I totally wrong on this? I picked him up. We fucked. I drove him home. It took and hour and a half tops. A parting kiss seems way out of place.

Fallout:
Our mutual friend hates him now (way too complex too explain why) and begged me to never see or speak to him again. I don’t deny he lacks character and uses women as sex objects, among other less desirable traits. I know he’s a womanizer. Does that mean I can’t fuck him when no one else is available? From my perspective, not at all. I don't need to bring my A-game and when an itch needs to be scratched, why not?* I’m using him just as he's using me.



*Aside from the STI risks, which I minimize as best I can. Safer sex, internet!