Meh.

I know you were all looking for a titillating story about tonight’s adventures. Sorry to disappoint. More sorry to be disappointed.

First my apologies to the gentleman who I met in London previous, when he e-mailed me this morning I should have dropped all other plans and asked him to come directly over and make me cum — lesson learned.

Okay I am being unfair, the gentle man I met tonight was perfectly nice, had a great sense of humour we shared many of the same entertainment interests and I had a great time chatting with him.

I also need to shoulder some of the responsibility, I did not ask for more.

I suppose this is an etiquette question for the fellows out there:

Here is my thinking… after you boys cum, I know some of you need some time to re-charge (I mean we are not all 22 anymore). So my general course of etiquette is to let you re-charge, try to entertain you in any non-pressure way that seems appropriate and wait until you seem ready to go again, I assume you will give me a signal.

My signal to you is that I stay naked, completely at your disposal and chatty so that we are not falling asleep.

Do I need to be more direct than that?

I suppose you are wondering what is the blow by blow was?

We met in the hotel bar, conversation was nice, if you haven’t fucked me yet I’m a total geek and that is always a quick way into my pants. So we had a couple of drinks and retired to my room.

He seemed to make himself at home and began quite well, some light hair pulling, getting me out of my clothes, bending me over the bed, starting me off in the high wing back chair and then moving me and pushing me onto the bed.

His fingers were nice. Deep inside me. He did try some vibrator play which did little for me, and he quickly adapted to using his tongue, fingers and was quite a passionate kisser. I also loved the back tattoo.

He had a good sized cock although tyranny of hydraulics — perhaps I should have called it at one drink — still good sized and tasty.

There was some nipple biting, and then he decided he wanted to fuck me which was accompanied by an instruction “not to move” which resulted in fucking light.

He then asked me to suck him off again and his cock became quite pliable and responsive to this second attempt and his cum was sweet and easy to swallow.

Unfortunately dear readers thus is the end of my tale. We chatted for at least two hours there after. See my question above about if I should have been more direct, but really — this is suppose to be a touch of D/s so I do expect quite a bit of leadership from Sir of the day.

Le sigh.

It was a nice evening, not really regretting, just in need of a good hard fucking.

Sincerely
Your Girl.

P.S. there are still unused clothes pins on my bedside table.

~ by girlontheside on June 11, 2010.