Slutty #2

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So, I’m still seeing her.  Two weeks now.  Her name is Emily.  We’ve actually been going out lately before we go back to the apartment, instead of just staying in (bed).  It started with a walk to go get some coffee, but then we started exploring the neighborhood.  Now we stop on our way to work to get a pastry and coffee at a tiny bakery on an awkwardly shaped intersection.  It’s basically invisible.  Seriously, this place is roughly as wide as it’s door from the front, and is wedged into a strange corner at a five street convergence.  Living in a part of the city that was built before organized city planning existed is fascinating, if a bit maddening.We had dinner last night, actually.  A nice one.  It felt like the kind of date you see in movies, and honestly, a little phony.  The food was good, the wine was good, but we giggled about how weird it felt the whole way back to the apartment.  While we were standing outside the car, we got heckled by some asshole for kissing in public while gay.  We’re fine, but it was still very aggravating and a little scary.Work the next day was fine, though I am feeling isvecbahis a bit more awkward about this office.  The culture here is a little gross.  The corporate culture we’re hiring out of, I mean.  I get that it’s our thing, but this setting is weird.  I just feel uncomfortable trying to fit in, but I also feel uncomfortable not trying.  It’s fine.  It’s fine.  I swear… Ugh.  It’s one guy in particular, but if I start in on that I’ll be writing this all night.  I’ll just get this place up and running and move on.  Hopefully the next city we try will be better.On a more or less unrelated note, I have fucked Emily every morning and night since I met her, but almost every night on the weekend I still go home with someone else before I come back home to her.  These aren’t even people I like.  Seriously.  Just strangers in bars.  Nice bars.  Not dives at least, but bars nonetheless.  As a note though it turns out you shouldn’t try the bars at the nice hotels downtown if you don’t want to get chased out under suspicion of being a prostitute.  At least you shouldn’t try to hook up more than once at isveçbahis giriş the same hotel, in the same night.  My life is stupid, but enjoyable.Sometimes I get a little out of hand when I really need you.  I got home from fucking some guy at his gross apartment at two o’clock this morning, took the fastest shower of my life, and had my fingers inside her and my tongue on her clit less than six minutes after I was in the door.  That’s what I’d still be doing right now if I hadn’t tired her out.  I’m even playing with my clit while I write this.I can still feel him inside me.  His dick is huge.  Huge enough that it was hard to fuck him for more than a couple of minutes at a time.  When I was on top it felt like he was splitting me down the middle.  While he was behind me it just felt like he was impaling me.  It was satisfying for a little while, but after a while it hurt too much to keep going.  I guess that in itself can be a rewarding experience.  In this case, one which I will remember for a few days.After I asked him to stop, he flipped me onto my back and started licking my pussy.  While he isveçbahis yeni giriş was somewhat inexpert in the process, he was so enthusiastic and I was so sensitive from the fucking I’d just received that he actually got me to cum again.  Afterward he shoved his fingers inside me and fucked me, licking my clit occasionally.My final orgasm of the night (with him) was the most intense I’ve had with a man in months if not years, I’d guess.  He was getting just the right spot in me and at this point being touched at all was overstimulating.  At the moment his fingers and tongue both found the exact spots they were looking for, I completely lost control of my body.  I thrashed around like I was dying, pounded my fists on the floor on either side of me, pulled a the carpet so hard I nearly tore it up, and screamed a bizarre, throaty scream which startled even me.  His downstairs neighbors must have been pretty alarmed.  Part of me was getting off on that too, though.All of this sensation and reaction took place in a few seconds, and at the climax of everything, I squirted everywhere.  I have only squirted like this a few times.  It got on his face and in his mouth.  His hair was wet after I was done with seven or eight intense pulses.  I spent the next few minutes laughing and crying simultaneously while rocking from side to side.

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