Sexuality Happens

I like Q. A lot.

For many many many reasons. As I’m going through this struggle with depression, as I went through the anniversaries of Columbine and my father’s death.  She has been there. An excellent support.

But she’s also fucking hot. As in attractive. Again, she’s my type – I don’t know how any other person would find her, but I see her, or sometimes just visualize her in my bed and DAMN.

Moreover, she’s open minded, and fun to fuck. We try lots of new things, and laugh a lot, and she’s made a significant (and in my mind, very successful) attempt to communicate more during sex.

But again with the hottness.  She’s been teasing (oh sorry, “threatening”) me for a few weeks, telling me she can top me.  Of course, since I usually top her, and she’s a total bratty bottom when I do, I teased back, telling her I’d believe it when I saw it.

And when I did? Wow. For her first time topping me, it was delectable. She ran vampire gloves all over my body, enjoying my reaction.  She put me in handcuffs, which gave me a lot of flexibility with what I could do.  However, she was smart.  She told me I couldn’t touch her nipples, her cunt or pull her hair, which are the three things that I do to distract her….and that if I did, she wouldn’t let me cut her clothes off later. And let me tell you, I wanted to cut off her clothes SO BAD. So as much as I wanted to be snarky and fight back, I was oh so very good.  Because I wanted to slide that knife up against her skin and slice through that fabric before I fucked her SO bad.

So she fucked me very very very well with my hands still cuffed. And even though I wrapped them around her neck, and touched her a lot, I didn’t really cheat. I was so good. And it was really hot a) having her top me, b) not being allowed to touch her in the ways I wanted, c) having the promise of getting to get her clothes off if I was really good and d) watching her face (when I wasn’t blindfolded) as she figured out how much she liked topping me.  I was incredibly turned on.

And she fucked me. A lot. And I came and came and came.

And I ejaculated….for the second time ever (the first time being with S in San Francisco). Perhaps she was a little cocky later when she told me that she’d made all of her partners ejaculate (I told her she didn’t MAKE me do anything, but thanked her for helping to facilitate my ejaculatory response…yes, I’m that much of a nerd), but you know what, she can be a little cocky since she backs it up.  Apparently I’m more of a gusher than a flat out shooter, but the title sharp shooter just seemed so right.

Finally, after I was uncuffed and we cuddled for a bit, I had her on her back, and was sliding my cold blade up against her as I cut off her tank top and boxers. Mmmm. Knives. I love sharp things – both having them used on me, and on other people. I’ve never gotten to cut clothes off of anyone before, and it was so hot and so much fun. Mmm. Yes.  And then I fucked her. For quite some time, and that was really nice too.

This was actually almost a month ago, I just kept forgetting to write it up. I need to write some more recent happenings. Things are going really well with Q. She’s pretty much the best secondary partner (and fuck!) a girl could ask for.

-Essin’ Em