Things with T are going very well. We’ve been talking every day since we met, we get along so well, and he’s absolutely hilarious. We are having a lot of fun, and I’m thoroughly enjoying this new addition to my life. We have a ton of similar interests, but also enough different ones to learn from each other about new things. I respect and appreciate his willingness to fit into my life around all of the other commitments I have. I appreciate his respect for my other partners and his understanding of and desire for my happiness. I think this one is a keeper.
He came over last night after work. He brought pizza, was patient with my unruly dogs, and didn’t judge my messy house. We watched a movie, curled up together on the couch. It was nice. I like how his body feels next to mine. I like the way he touches me. His hands are affectionate. And strong. His presence is simultaneously comforting and arousing. I like how I feel when I’m with him.
We managed to watch the entire movie. Only missing the occasional snippet when we got distracted with each other. When it was over, we made out until I confessed that I still needed to change the sheets on my bed before we could use it. I’ve already told him that I’m a poor housekeeper, so he wasn’t surprised, but he was definitely amused. He actually helped me change them, which I found kind of hilarious and very sweet.
I put on some music, and we got into it. He is so good in bed, I get excited just thinking about it. We are still learning each other’s bodies, and it’s like the most rewarding scavenger hunt of all time. The way he moves his hands and mouth over every part of me is fucking delicious. His goal at all times is to give me as many orgasms as possible, which is wonderful since my goal is to have as many orgasms as possible. I think we’re both winning.
Ugh, and the feeling when he’s inside me is amazing. A M A Z I N G. So satisfying, and he hits exactly the right spots. Give me more. Always more.
He was done, but I wasn’t. One thing he’ll learn about me is that the show isn’t over until I say it is. Not in a gross, consent-violating way, obviously. But, if I’m not done, I am perfectly happy to continue solo until I’m satisfied. He was into it. Then, things got a little wild. He was playing with one of my nipples, and it felt really good. I realized I was going to orgasm again, and I did. And he kept going. Another orgasm. He kept going. And then I started laughing maniacally. He kept going! And I laughed until I came. It. Was. Bizarre. And very, very fun.
Then I was done. He started to get dressed, but I didn’t want him to leave yet. We stood in my bedroom together, him behind me with his arms around me, hands on me. Fuck, that felt good. Then his hands found their way back to my throat. I was excited. I thought maybe we were going to go again! He pressed on my throat. “Please’, I thought to myself. When I couldn’t take it anymore I told him that if he continued, I would have no shame in begging him to fuck me again. He continued. I asked, ‘Do you want me to beg you?!’
In the same moment, he took his hand away, took a step back from me, and said, ‘No’.
FUCK YOU, I yelled, as I crumpled into a heap. Then I began pacing, naked, around my bedroom. I told him that I would remember this. That I would have my revenge. I told him that he won’t know when it’s coming. He laughed hysterically at my naked, round, 5’6″ frame, strutting around the room, yelling threats of vengeance.
He can laugh all he wants. But he won’t be laughing when it happens. I guarantee it.
Fat and Slutty 