Sexuality Happens

I had an amazing Friday.

Drama with my mother, but hell, what’s new. Spent the afternoon chilling, and then went to go see F for a massage.

Holy. Guac. A. Mole. First of all, she is amazing at it. Second of all, it lasted almost two hours. Yes.  Dos. Zwei. 2. Two hours. When we were done, I had marks from the massage table on my face, and felt like I’d been run over with a steam roller…but in the best of ways.

From there, I took her to Casa Bonita.  Yes folks, it is real. Yes, it WAS on South Park. Yes, it DOES exist.  And yes, I worked there for four VERY long months of my life in the summer of 2004.  For those of you unaware, it’s like a scaled down Mexican-theme Disneyland.  No, really.  A 30 foot waterfall (with a 12 foot lagoon), fire divers, cliff divers, a faux shoot out, live entertainment, a Mariachi band, puppet shows, pinata breaking, a gift store, two arcades, 25 differently themed seating areas, performing magicians, Black Bart’s Hide Out (cave), and so much more. Yeah, I know. Denver people are mostly over it though – you go there when your out of town friends visit, and that’s pretty much it. Oh, and I went there a lot as a child (it’s a restaurant as well, in case you missed that part).

F had never been there. I couldn’t believe it, so I decided a trip was in order. Having worked there, I know a little bit more about it than the average joe, ergo, I gave her some interesting (and occasionally privileged) information as we went on my tour. Little kids flocked to her, and two of them dragged us in to Black Bart’s hideout – it was adorable. She’s so good with kids.  We continued the tour, pausing to watch the divers…and to make out and get pretty close to fucking in the Silver Mines.  We made out in quite a few of the areas actually…it was kind of like a childhood dream come true.  The above picture is of me in the Magician’s Room (which my mother calls the Brothel Room due to the mirrors on the ceiling). Below is a picture of me in the arcade, looking all kinds of aggressive.

Following our amazing Casa Bonita experience (and planning on coming back with her sister and nephew), she asked if I’d be cool to hang out with some of her friends, Chick J and Chick H (there are only so many letters, damn it. I have to be dating or fucking someone for them to get a plain letter). Now, a woman with the same name as Chick H had emailed me, giving me music suggestions for groups in the area, and it turned out we’d actually figure skated together waaaay back in the day.  She’d mentioned she had a hot girlfriend, and one of the singers she mentioned is actually a friend of F’s.  Now, I know there are probably multiple lesbians in Denver with the same name, but I asked F to asked Chick J if Chick H (fuck, I should have picked easier names) used to figure skate…it turned out that she had.  So while I was not 100% sure it was her, I told F to tell her that I was Essin’ Em…and I was interested to see how it turned out.

We stopped by a bar/restaurant where Speakeasy, Tiger (L’s band) was playing, and L met F again, drama free (hurray for normal people), but they weren’t going on till much later, so we headed over to meet Chick J and Chick H…AT COYOTE UGLY. Ok, so it’s really not as cool as the movie, and not nearly as exciting as I’d hoped, but I’d never gone before, so I was stoked.

Outside were F’s friends. Chick H and I weren’t ever close when we skated together, so I wasn’t sure what to expect, but oh my god, she was absolutely adorable, and super sweet (and yes, we did wind up getting up on the bar and dancing.  Yes, I was sober.  Welcome to my world).  And her girlfriend, Chick J? Hot. Like woahfuck.  Let’s just say I asked her if I could take a picture of her to submit to Sugarbutch…and she said yes!  Just y’all wait… And she was wearing a tie AND told F she’d make her a tie for the fetish party. Mmmm. Ties.  I totally have a tie fetish.

Now, let me rewind a moment.  While at Casa Bontita, F and I played one game. It involved throwing balls into the mouth of this clown thing.  Beforehand, I’d made a bet; if I won more, she’d let me give her a blow job (new blow job dildo, Mr. Man, had just arrived.  Review coming soon, after more ardent testing) and then tie me up and fuck me all night.  And if she won, she wanted 8 orgasms.  However, right before she started, she said she’d changed her mind.  In fact, she wanted the same thing as me; for me to give her a blow job, and then to tie me up and fuck me all night.  A win-win situation. We actually wound up tying.

So we were at Coyote Ugly, and Chick H and I actually ran into ANOTHER woman we’d figured-skated with while we were on a bathroom trip.  Amusing, yes.  We reminisced for a bit, then the two of us went out and found our women, and we danced quite a bit. By this point, I was bloody fucking horny, and still had to go pick up F’s car from her work before we went back to my place for said blow job and fucking all night long.  I kept trying to be patient and failing miserably.  At one point, I had F’s pants unbuttoned and was reaching down them…at another, my shirt was halfway off.  We were waiting for another one of her friends to show up and say hi…and I really did want to meet her, but I’d wanted to fuck all night. She hadn’t fucked me in more than 48 hours, I god damn it, I wanted her.

I went to the bathroom, and she followed me in.  We started making out, and then she stuck her hand under my skirt, rubbing against my underwear (white lace – I was definitely ready for sex, eh?), until we realized we had people waiting for us, and went out front where people were smoking.  The rumor was her friend was parking…for like 30 minutes.  Finally, Chick H was talking to me, and was telling me how nice this friend was, etc, and I looked at her.  ”Yes, I’m sure she is.  However, long story short. There was a bet. F is supposed to fuck me all night long.  It’s after 1am. Understand where I’m coming from?” A true lady, Chick H was quick to help a sister in need. Telling me that she totally understood, she got on F’s phone and told this friend to hurry up, that it was important.  Thank goodness for her – friend showed up, I met her, and then, we were off.

Once in my car, I unbuttoned F’s jeans and shoved my right hand into her underwear as I cautiously drove her back to her car.  I’d only meant to tease her a second, but then Closer (Nine Inch Nails) came on the radio…that’s like one of our sex song things.  And it’s a long song. So I play with her through that song…and pretty much all the way back to her car.  I pulled into a space, unbuckled my seatbelt, and pulled her onto me. Her hand went right up my skirt, stroking me on top of my underwear.  ”I need you inside me, NOW. Please.” She said something to the effect of thank god, and shoved her fingers (gently) inside me, fucking me as I placed one leg up on the dashboard. This continued for a bit until we realized she needed to get up early, and it was easier to just roll over and fall asleep.

We drove (in two cars) back to my place. I think driving while extremely horny is almost as dangerous as driving drunk.  I pulled into the lot, opened her door and almost pulled her out of her car, and dragged her inside. In the elevator, she pinned me up against the wall, lips pressed against mine, her palm rubbing against me through me skirt.

I opened my apartment door, leaving a trail of shoes, skirt and top between the door and the bed. I grabbed the blow job dildo as I turned to find her naked in my bedroom.  ”Lay down – I want to suck your cock.” I said, giving her body a glance up and down. “God damn it, you are so bloody sexy!”

Maybe I’ll right about the hot sex later…but for now, that was just a recap of such a fun, amusing, and tension building day.  And meeting one of my readers, who is freaking awesome!

That’s all for now folks,

-Essin’ Em