I cannot really say that it was a well thought out
plan, in fact, it was far from it.
I had been spending a lot of time with people who made
it hard to keep my libido in check yet I wanted to screw none of them when I
met this charming young stud (yes, I used that word…). Met is not really the
appropriate word, we had been seeing each other around. The first time I met
him, I considered him cute but way…as in waaaaaaay out of my league. It was one of those situations that I was
sure would amount to nothing and I didn’t want to have one of those its complicated
like with the other ass that thought sex was mounting me like a horse and
humping till he filled me. That analogy makes me shiver considering how well we
started…I digress.
So Mr. Licker Cabinet as we will now refer to him (I
sampled the name for a couple of weeks and am now okay with it so you will
learn to live with it just as he has too) was going to be a great addition to
my little circle of friends. Yes, the ones that change every so often and I
have no explanation as to why. He was cool, sweet, knowledgeable (the
sapiosexual checked in) and such a gentleman. Chivalry they have been singing
has been long dead but here was a man who was sweet enough to remember that he
was raised well.
We had to be alone in a car for a couple of hours the
first time I got to know more about him. An interesting trip if I may say so, I
learned a lot about what he thought of most of the things am passionate about
without me seeming creepy. He was also opinionated (that is such a turn on)
about some of the issues that we discussed and I knew I was on the right track
in forming this friendship...
I had a chance to spend some time with Mr. Licker one
night, drinking, getting stoned (yes, he is a fellow stoner - match made in stoner
heaven right?!?) and talking about…I seriously can’t remember what. By this
time, I had my panties in a bunch about him for two weeks or so, had made
perfect wanking material of his voice and I was taking my porn interests to a completely
new level. Anyone who knows me, knows that at this point I must have seriously
been contemplating fucking him every which way to heaven and booze was
providing liquid courage as Mary Jane clouded my judgment (clouded judgment
being an excuse for the fact that I had been sexually starved for months?). I
was on a roll to say the least. (I have this day saved on my calendar as ‘First taste of Mr. Licker’) I make no
apologies for my thirst being real, I wanted some of that and I was going to
make it happen.
We chilled, talked; we had company (this was the
perfect buffer situation) that rather kept me in check until our company was
overtaken by sleep and highness. I state I was sure I was not going to achieve
that night.
Am not sure how we started down that long road to
success for me. All I remember is kissing him (his lips are so fucking soft)…He
is an amazing kisser (am resisting the temptation to derail and rant about some
other lousy kissers I have met) and so responsive (yes, a man who whimpers and
moans…I swoon as I write this).
This is the point I get annoying and ask, what do you
think happened next? Did I sleep with him? (I know am a slut to some degree,
but do you really think I went that far?)
For the rest of this story, you will just have to keep
up with me.
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