personal trainer.

I decided to hire a personal trainer.

Not that I'm necessarily out of shape, but I lack the motivation to get out, and get some exercise on a daily basis.  I need a new experience, some encouragement, and perhaps some tough love.  A kick in the pants.  That's where Dante comes in.

I was perusing profiles of trainers at the gym near my house.  My goodness!  The bodies.  It makes sense, since a completely ripped physique is their main method of promoting their services, but holy cow!  My eyes went directly to Dante.  A brown skinned powerhouse with an equally glowing resume.  He looked like he had a kind face.  But, let me tell you, the face was not the first thing I noticed when I met him.

After booking an appointment through the gym, I showed up in my new lululemons, ready to sweat.  His physique towered over me, both vertically and horizontally, standing at least six feet, with broad shoulders and a thick neck, as well.  His chocolatey skin glistened under the fluorescent lights, with an equally glossy bic'd head.  More intimidating than the pictures online, his warm smile instantly softened his hard jawline.  "Ready to work?"  He says in a deep, warm baritone.
"More than I'll ever be!"  I gulp, as he leads me to the workout room.  This man in the epitome of sex, I think, as I watch his muscular ass move, as he walks.  Every part of him ripples and shines.  I want to have that ass in more ways than one.

He starts me with some cardio, to warm me up.  He takes control of the treadmill's speeds and inclines, whereas I'd usually be too easy on myself.  I find myself eager to impress, despite the fact that I've never run longer or faster in my life.  "This is just the warm up?!"  I gasp.
"You're doing great," he chuckles warmly.  "I think you can do far more than you give yourself credit for."  His smile flashes.  I believe him.  Already, I'm impressed with myself.  I put myself in his hands.
Dante walks me through some squats, lunges, and crunches.  You would think that I would wimp out, but I remain determined to leave a good impression on him.  My legs and ass burn, and just when my muscles are shaking so badly that I think I might collapse, he gives me some more encouragement.
"You must be so proud of yourself.  You're really nailing this!"  Interesting choice of words, I think, my eyes drifting down to the bulge in his shorts.  "We're going to do some ball work, now."
"Pardon?!"
"Work with the exercise ball.  It's really great for the core.  I'll show you."
"Oh!  Of course."

When my hair is plastered to my moist face, and my shirt is practically transparent with sweat, Dante decides to call it a day.
"You'll have a body like mine in no time," he affectionately jokes.
"Mmmmm..."  He looks at me funny.  Did I say that out loud?
"The showers are that way.  Great work today!"
"Thanks!  Should I get your number, or..."
"You can book another appointment at the front desk.  Look forward to working with you again," he says, extending a large hand.
"Right.  Yes.  Thanks!"

I remove my clothing, and step into the stream.  I begin to soap myself, bending to wash in between my legs.  Even with all the water, I can tell.  I'm wet.  That guy turned me on so badly.  Dante.  Isn't that the name of a god or something?  Just then, I hear a knock at the stall's door.  I didn't realize anyone else was in here.
"Uh, yes?"
"Sorry, it's me.  You forgot your purse outside.  I just didn't want anyone to take it on you," Dante says in his recognizably rumbling voice.  My eyes widen.  Oh my god.  I peek out, just to make sure.  "Sorry, I didn't mean to come in here like this," he apologizes again, keeping his eyes averted.
"Wait," I say, taking a moment to behold his giant pecs again.  "Any chance I can get a different sort of workout?"  What am I doing?  I'm insane.
"Sure," he says, his eyes venturing towards me.  "We can talk about it next week, if you like..."
"I'm free, now," I suggest, pulling the curtain open.  What has come over me?
"Oh, wow," he utters, jaw dropping, but he looks away quickly, still unsure of what I'm asking.  "I can offer a variety of... regiments, if that's what you need."
"Really," I say, stepping to the edge of the stall, water dripping down my naked body.  "Tell me more about that..."
I lean towards him, still mostly in the shower stall, grab the front of his shirt, and pull him towards me.  He moves forward a step, just close enough to reach him with my mouth.  I plant a kiss on his large, supple lips, giving him my tongue, pulling his face into mine with a hand on either side of his head.  He smiles that sweet smile, and pulls his shirt over his head.  Good god.  His sculpted chest looks as if it were carved from granite.  He reaches behind him, to lock the door.
When he turns back around, I know that the bulge in his pants I saw before, was just his flaccid dick.  Now, it looks the size of my forearm.  He steps out of his shorts, revealing the massive, dark erection, and walks towards me.  Dear Dante in heaven, help me!
"I do offer a one-on-one workout that may be more to your liking," he says, eyes ogling every part of my naked form.  I push the curtain further open, stepping back to give him room in the small shower.  I have the water on cool, and my nipples are rock hard.  The stream starts to wet his miraculous body, beading attractively down his hard chest and abs.  I reach out to touch his pecs, hardly believing they're real.  But, he redirects my hand to his giant black cock.
I get the soap, using both hands to stroke him, because it's simply that big.  I lather up the shaft, creating a white frothy foam over his dark member.  My pussy moistens at the thought of me taking this giant thing inside me, feeling a smile spread across my face at the joy of even holding it in my hands.  He bends to lick my tits, water streaming down the both of us, and one of his large hands goes to my pussy.  He giant fingers play with my clit, my folds, my opening, and my head tilts back in pleasure.  I continue to stroke his dick with both of my hands around it, squeezing as hard as I can manage with the slippery soap over it.  His mouth returns to mine, as we kiss deeply and wetly in the cool water, liberally using our tongues.
Dante holds me tightly against him now, and I feel his soapy erection pressed between us.  We continue to kiss, as our hips press into each other, his big dick sliding satisfyingly over my clit.  He thrusts against me slightly, rubbing the shaft of it over and over my pussy.  I'm wild with desire for this chiseled god.  I'm ready for my workout, Dante.
I turn around, and press my ass into his erection.  He takes over, first grasping my soapy tits, then moving down to my hips, as I feel his cock probe my pussy.  I bend forward, resting my elbows on the tiled wall of the shower for leverage.  Then, he finds me.
Fuck!  Yes!  I relax to take him, and the soap helps, but he's so big that he has to work it in very slowly.  He has my hips in his big manly hands, and he bobs me on the tip of it.  He reaches around to massage my clit, as if I need anymore stimulation!  I already feel like exploding with pleasure.
"Oh god!  Fuck, yes," I utter, bending forward even more, exposing myself even more to him.  My hands inch down the wall, as he gives me more slightly more, each time he thrusts.  "Holy shit.  Yes!  God," I say with each rebound.
"Man, you're so tight.  You're hardly taking any of it right now.  I've got to work you out," he grunts.
"Oh god," I breathe.  "Give that pussy a work out."
I feel the cool stream of water on my back, and I'm bent so far forward that it falls towards my head now, re-soaking my hair.  Dante holds on tight, fucking me with the determination to get his whole cock in there.  I feel so full I could burst.  My g-spot has nowhere to hide.
"Give it to me," I say over the sound of the water.  "Give me a workout."  His cock fucks me deeper now, with an intoxicating rhythm; almost leaving me completely in between each thrust.  I don't dare move to upset the precision of it, I keep my pussy perfectly tilted towards him, and relaxed and open to keep taking it again and again.  If he keeps giving it to me, I'm going to come.  Fuck.  Oh, fuck.  It's so fucking big.  Just stay open.  Just.  Oh.  Fuck!
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!!!"  I let out, coming fiercely over his black dick, and he pounds me a few more times, before pulling out and coming over my ass and up my back.
I straighten, letting out a groan, rinsing myself under the shower head.  I'm not sure which workout is going to pain my body more.
"You're going to be a little sore tomorrow," he says, in his warm deep voice.  No kidding.


Where do I sign up for next week?

diary of a recovering sex addict (part six).

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SPICY EXCERPT:

"What about Blondie over there?  Any chance I can get a two-for-one deal?"  He laughs at her bravado.
"I thought you and I had a connection, here!"
"We do.  And because of that, I'm going to be completely honest with you.  I had an appointment this morning, in which it was confirmed that I have an inoperable form of cancer."  He laughs again, then stops when he sees her solemn face.
"Shit, really?"
"Yeah.  What can you do?  Life isn't fair.  Now, I don't want you to see me as a pity case or anything..."
"But?"
"But I have always wanted a threesome.  Would you deny a dying woman one last wish?"

diary of a recovering sex addict (part five).

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SAUCY TEASER:

In a rush of adrenaline, Sharon stands and takes Rita's hand, leading her towards Gord's office.  

Perhaps also feeling the jolt of excitement, she giggles, and shuts the door behind them.  She removes her forever constructive cardigan, revealing a lace camisole, and her beautiful breasts beneath it.  Sharon marvels at them, struggling to remove her own blouse, unbuttoning it with fervour.  She leaves it on her shoulders, in case of a quick exit.  Did Rita lock the door?  Never mind.   

"I've never done this before," Rita confides.

"Been with a woman, or had sex in your boss's office?"  Sharon jokes. 

"Both," she says innocently.

"Me neither."

diary of a recovering sex addict (part four).

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SEXY TEASER:

On her break, Sharon practically runs out to the parking lot, looking for him.  Mark leans against his car, but stands independently when he sees her.  Is that a smile?  A forgiving look?  A boner?  She returns the smile with a little wave.

"This is unexpected," she says, once she arrives in front of him.

"Yeah.  Hi," he says, stepping towards her.  She laughs, awkwardly.

"Hey."  He goes in for a stiff hug, that softens after a moment.  She has a chance to smell his hair, freshly shampooed with something fruity.  Can she feel his dick through his jeans?  

"Did you want to..."

"Yes," she says, already getting into the car.

diary of a recovering sex addict (part three).

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SAUCY SNEAK PEAK:

"It wouldn't be bad if I touched it.  In fact, it would be a bigger challenge if I held it in my hands.  It would show more willpower than just looking at it," she thinks.  Sharon leans forward, snatching the vibrating dildo from the tabletop...

diary of a recovering sex addict (part two).

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SPICY EXCERPT:


"Alright!  Thank you so much for coming, everyone.  I'm available if anyone would like to chat some more.  Please help yourself to the refreshments provided..."

Sharon looks up, feeling the familiar sensation of fear, as everyone breaks up, to mill and socialize after the SAA meeting.  She looks directly at him, and he makes his way right for her.  Just walk out the door, Sharon.  Just walk out the door.

Minutes later, they're in a washroom stall.
"I shouldn't be doing this," she says, desperately removing her blouse.
"But, you are," he says.

diary of a recovering sex addict (part one).

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SAUCY TEASER:

Dear Diary,

Mark has told me that he doesn't want to see me anymore.  It wasn't even a real relationship, but I still couldn't hold on to it for more than a month.  I couldn't even keep a booty call around long enough satiate my needs.  That's why I'm writing this.  I need help. 

I'm fine emotionally; I mean, I wasn't attached to him in any way, except constantly, at the genitials.  Mostly, I'm feeling anxiety about how I'm going to satisfy myself on a regular basis, from now on...

make-up sex.

      "I'm sorry," I say to him, after our first meeting, after spending a couple days apart from each other.  The time has allowed me to take responsibility for my part in the fight, and understand why he reacted the way he did.
      "Me too," Greg says.  "I'm so sorry.  I love you, baby."


      Usually we fuck almost everyday, so the few days apart has taken its toll on my body.  I didn't even masturbate, the whole time feeling just awful about what happened.  And, it was over something so trivial and stupid, I can't even recall exactly what made us split.  I don't want to.  I just want to start again; start everything over, right.
      Nervous to be in the same room as him again, I step apprehensively towards him, but to my relief, he does the same.  He touches my shoulders, leaning down for a kiss.  Thank god!  I missed you so much!  I don't want to fight anymore!  I aggressively return the kiss, feeling the insatiable need to rip off my clothes and fuck him right now.

      Greg feels my enthusiasm, and returns it with fervour.  He plunges his warm tongue into my mouth and I'm so happy to feel him in me again, I could cry.  I hastily unbutton his shirt, as he backs me up towards the couch.  An undershirt, too!  Why so many layers?!  He removes my dress in one go, lifting it up over my hips, with me raising my arms to allow it to pass over my shoulders.  Having undone his dress shirt, I peel it back over his shoulders, and he takes off the t-shirt himself.
      My hands go to his face, kissing him deeply, then my fingers run through his hair, savouring every part of him, celebrating feeling every inch of him in hands again.  He kneads my breasts through my bra, and grabs my hips to pull me against him.  I feel his erection through his pants, and moan involuntarily just thinking about his fantastic dick.  With that thought, I reach down to quickly unbuckle his belt, throwing it to the floor, and practically ripping his pants open.  He steps out of them, so eager he almost catches his foot in one of the legs, and I think I actually catch some air as he throws me onto the bed.
      Greg's imposing figure crawls on top of me, and my pussy moistens just to have my big man on top of me again.  He bends to kiss my neck, my ears, and I see him adjust his hardening dick in his boxers.  I close my eyes, hearing his mouth on me, the sweet sucking moan echoing like a song in my ears.  He presses himself against me, grinding his hips into mine momentarily, and I savour feeling him through the thin material.  At that, I unclasp my bra, and lift my hips to take off my underwear.  He finishes the job, removing them from my feet at the end of the bed, then parting my legs to lick my pussy.  But, I don't need it.  He must immediately feel how wet I already am, because  he switches to playing with my clit with his fingers.  He furiously bats it back and forth, and my back arches in anticipatory pleasure.  I want him in me so badly, it feels like it's been years.  I pull him back up towards me, our genitals aligning.  He kicks his boxers off, and we're finally naked with each other again.

        I pull him down, on top of me.  I just want to feel his body, his skin, as much of it as possible, against mine for a while.  I grab his face and do the same to it, letting our cheeks touch, drawing my nose over him, letting his scent both calm and arouse me.  He kisses my mouth, and I reach for his dick.  I smile just to have it in my hand, feeling the rubbery strength of it, letting my finger dance over the soft seams at the head.  He leans down for my breasts as I jerk him, enthusiastically licking the nipples, and taking much of the breast itself into his mouth with soft suction.  I moan in revelry, continuing to run my hand up and down his cock, feeling the moisture of his pre-ejaculate beginning to develop.
       I lift a knee, wrapping a leg around his hip, encouraging him towards me.  He finds me easily, sliding right in, and we both let out a huge sigh of relief and pleasant surprise, at the memory of how good it feels to come together like this.  He lays flat against me a moment before thrusting, kissing me deeply and enjoying the feeling of my pussy tightly wrapping around his dick.  It feels like home, to me.  Like it's where he belongs.
       My pussy relaxes around him, deep inside me, and he begins to thrust.  Oh god!  Yes!  Immediately, I feel like the world is better; like we are going to be okay.  I feel a desperate need for his dick, and he gives it to me.  I enjoy looking into his eyes as he fucks me, feeling once again connected to him.  When the missionary position is no longer enough, he raises my legs over his shoulders, and fucks me as deep as he can manage.  He vigorously plants his mouth on mine, folding me right in half.  He even closes my legs and straightens them completely, fucking me with my feet in front of his face.  As much as I know he likes being on top, I need to flip him over and give him what I'm been waiting so long to give him.
        Greg gets on his back, and I swing my leg over him to straddle his hips.  I grab his dick and lower myself onto it, relishing the feeling of his cock deep inside me.  I kiss him on the mouth while it's sitting inside me, pressing myself further into him to feel his cock stretching the depths of my pussy open.  I lean forward on my elbows, with my face next to his, to be able to fuck him like I want to.  Deep, hard, and fast.  I slam my hips into him, repeatedly, and he even offers his hands to me. I raise them above his head in a submissive posture, leaning into them for leverage.  He cries out, partly for my own pleasure of seeing him like this.  I'm in total control, as I slow down now to tease his dick, begging to be fucked harder and faster.  Instead, I straighten, and begin rubbing my clit.  I lift myself over him, carefully massaging his dick against my g-spot.  Oh yeah.  Fuck!  I've needed this so badly.  I missed you, baby!  I fucking love you!  I'll never hurt you again!  Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuuuccckkk!
         Recognizing my orgasm, he quickly flips me back over, and fucks me fast until I feel his hot load inside me.  I cry out, feeling so incredibly relaxed and open for his dick, I almost feel like I could come again, as well.  He falls into me, stiffening, and moaning hard into my ear.

        He rolls off of me, separating from my body, but leaving me feeling whole again.
     

dick for a (second) day.

     Shit!!  Not AGAIN!

     I ... Have ... A ... Dick!!  Have I mentioned, I'm a woman?  And have not had any recently surgeries, or gender assignment issues in my entire life?!  I'm a normal woman; and today, I woke up with a dick.  Simple as that.

     Last night, I watched one of those "point of view" porn videos.  And obviously, it was from the male's perspective.  Do they exist for women?  If they did, maybe I could stop this from ever happening again!  The video was of a girl riding the guy's cock.  She bounced on it until she got herself off on it.  I admit, even though I masturbated and came watching it, I found myself dreaming about it all night.  It's exactly what happened last time, except that the video was about a PoV blowjob.  I woke up horny, thinking of this miraculous girl performing the task on the screen, and I look down to see a massive thing between my legs instead of a vagina.

      Thank god, last time it went away by the end of the day!  But, what if it doesn't this time?  Why does this keep happening to me?!  Think.  Think, think.  What did you do last time?  Mmmm, how could I forget?  I went to see Amy.  My best friend.  But, first!  I need to jerk off.  A LOT.

      Three hours later (give or take), I get my things together, and head to her house.  I basically have to keep my head down, averting my eyes from women along the way.  Even thinking about them; their tits, their butts, their mouths, leaves me wanting to tug on my new appendage.  And, I can't have it start to grow in public.  It's so monstrous in size, that it would be impossible to hide.  I break into a run.  And try not to think about sex.  But, if you've ever tried not to think about something...
      I arrive at Amy's house with a huge boner.
      "Amyyyy!"  I cry, banging on her door.  She answers in a moment, with an alarmed look on her face.  She sees my distressed state, then her eyes go south towards my crotch.  The erection is unmistakable.  Her jaw drops, dramatically.
      "No!!" She says, disbelievingly.
      "Yes," I respond, nodding my head anxiously.
      "Again?"
      "Ugh, yes!!  Please help," I whine.
      "Oh no.  It was fun the first time, but if you remember..."
      "I know!  I wasn't any good.  And then, I just fell asleep.  But, it's going to be different this time!"
      "Oh yeah, I've heard that one before..."
      "Amy, please!  I watched... a different video this time."
      "Go on..."
      "I just need... you to ride it."  She narrows her eyes.
      "Ok..."
      "I won't even do anything.  Just, have fun with it.  Get off on it, if you can."
      "And that'll get rid of it?"
      "It worked last time."
      "I do recall it being a pretty nice cock," she teases.
      "Please don't say things like that unless you're going to do it.  Otherwise, I'll explode right here on your porch."  She pauses.
      "All I have to do is come on it?"
      "Yes."  There's a pause in the conversation while she considers it.  My dick is so hard at the thought of her riding it, that I honestly can't string together another sentence.  Please say yes.  Fast.  I'm so embarrassed standing outside with this raging hard on.
      "Alright.  Come on in."

      Amy ascends the stairs ahead of me, and I watch her ass the entire time.  When we get to her room, she removes her shirt, and stands close to me.
      "I realize that you're ready to go, but I need a little warm up.  Ok?"
      "Anything."  Her tits look amazing in that bra.  I'm sure they would look amazing out of it, too.  Everything looks amazing right now.
       She leans forward, kissing me on the mouth.  I'm surprised at how soft and small her lips are, and I allow her to take the lead.  Her mouth opens, and I let mine relax around it.  She presses herself against me, squishing her breasts into mine.  Her hips lean into me, and she folds my cock upwards while she grinds against me.
       Amy helps me remove my shirt, pulling it up over my head.  She kneads my breasts through my bra, darting her tongue quickly and skillfully in and out of my mouth.  She unbuttons her pants, pulling them over her hips, and letting them soundlessly fall to the ground.  She reaches for mine, and defensively, my hand goes to my pants.
       "You're going to have to take those off, if you want me to help you."
       "Yes.  Sorry.  I'm just..."
       "Embarrassed.  I understand.  There's no need to feel embarrassed around me."  She says, unbuttoning the fly, letting my dick spring out of my pants.  They join hers on the ground, along with my underwear, useless to contain my new organ anyhow, and I step out of them both, feeling very awkward with my new centre of gravity.  I feel like I could almost fall forward, the weight of my massive cock is so great.  But, all I have to do is look at how she's craving it, to feel better. Like it's an asset.
        Amy grabs it in her hand, and I feel like she could lead me anywhere this way.  Like last time, I am completely at her mercy.  She chooses the bed, pulling me by my dick towards it.  She wants me on top of her, but I don't know the first thing to do.  I levitate above her, looking for instructions.
        "Sorry, I..."  I stutter.  She laughs, forgivingly.
        "Think of what you like.  Go down on me for a bit."
        She lifts her hips, pulling her underwear down her smoothly shaved legs.  Oh my god!  I have no idea how.  But, my cock is harder than ever at her mentioning it.  I decide to let it take over.
        I start with her thighs, kissing the soft skin along the insides of them.  I look up to see her lovely, petite pink folds, and I feel a carnal craving to touch her there.  As I continue to kiss her legs and hips, I left my hand drift to her pussy, and I'm surprised to find it a little moist.  My cock flexes.  My tongue instantly emerges, licking all around it, as if something is taking over me.  Then, I have to have it.  I plant my mouth directly on her clit, and begin flicking it with tongue, as I massage the rest of her pussy with my hand.  Amy moans.  She likes it.
        I instinctively reach up for her breasts, playing with the nipples through her bra.  I pull down the cups, to hold her bare tits in my hand, and to pinch each nipple between my fingers.  Her head falls back into the pillow, and her eyes close.  I lick her pussy without restraint; with total abandon.  I even massage a couple fingers inside her, wanting to play with her g-spot, but she stops me.
       "You don't want me to come yet, do you?  I thought I was supposed to ride you," she says saucily.  I can't believe that I almost forgot.  Well, my dick certainly hasn't.  It stands straight out in front of me, reading for action.
       Amy sits up, imploring me to lie down on the bed.  She removes her bra, and pulls me down underneath her.  I again feel self conscious, now lying down, with my dick standing completely perpendicular to my body.
       "Don't be nervous," she coos.  "Just lie there, and I'll do the rest."
       She delicately climbs onto me, straddling my hips, and leads my throbbing dick into her.  She is nice and wet, and takes it easily.
       "Oh my god!"  I yell out.  I forgot how insane this feels.  Her pussy tightly engulfs me, and I have to fight to keep myself on this plane of existence.  My eyes roll back into my head, but I force myself to look at her.  She squats over me, working herself up and down my dick.  Fuck! She is a fucking genius.  She deserves a fucking medal!!
       She seems to be enjoying it, too; alternating between grabbing her own tits, and fiercely rubbing her clit.  I want to help, reaching out towards her, but I know I won't do any good.  She has got it all under control.
       I can't believe that is getting herself off on me!  That she is using a part of me, that she needs me; not even me, but it.  Oh my god.  Oh, fuck!  I cannot come before her.  I can't... think of anything but this fucking Mensa member bouncing on your dick.  I would vote for her for mayor!  Fuck!  Yes!
       Her eyes close, and she gets into the zone, making my cock rub against her in a very specific way.  I don't dare move.  She leans forward onto her hands, and fucks me at a hypnotic pace.  Soon, she convulses, slowing down to a standstill, and almost under her breath, mutters, "Fuuuccckkk!"
       Knowing she's come, I literally thrust once more time into her, and that's all I need to blow my load.  It feels like dying, or extreme pain, but in a really, really good way.
     
      She moves to lift herself off of my dick, but it's already gone!

compulsive cheater.

**This short story was used in my novella "Diary of a Recovering Sex Addict", which has been published with House of Erotica (www.houseoferoticabooks.com).  It has been removed for that reason.  It is available for purchase at http://www.amazon.com/Diary-Recovering-Sex-Addict-Erin-ebook/dp/B00OCSF2FE **



SEXY TIDBIT:

      "Have you ever made a girl come from her ass before?"
     "Wow.  No, definitely not," he says, coming closer to me, as if I'm initiating some sort of dirty talk foreplay.  I almost ignore it, continuing.
     "Do you have the patience for that, or do you just need to fuck?"
     "Whatever you want, baby."  I'm not your baby.
     "If you want to play with my ass, you've got to take it slow, and do exactly as I say.  If you can't do that, then we should just fuck."  Sorry to be a buzzkill buddy, but it's the truth.
     "I would love to play with your ass, baby," he says, probably trying to get some warmth into the room.  "I don't mind a girl being in charge."
     "Alright.  Take off your clothes."

fun on tinder.

     I'm single again!  Hooray!  I work much better with casually dating people rather than a long term relationship, anyhow.  And, like any modern, young person looking to casually hook up, I resign up for Tinder.

     It's a variable playground for women!  Men, I know from the few Tinder dates I've had in the past, greatly outnumber them.  I can't imagine it being quite this fun for them.  For many men, the only responses are ads for call girl services.  As a girl though,  you get a non-stop barrage of messages from men within a five mile radius.  So, it wasn't hard to find someone that I found interesting.  I swiped towards a couple heart icons, and waited a few minutes for the responses.
     "How's it going, sexy lady?  I can please you in any way you want."  No, thank you.
     "Hey baby, let's meet up ASAP."  Hmm, slightly better.  But still a no.
     "Hello beautiful.  How are you doing on this fine day?"  Almost there.
     "Hi there!  How are you doing?  Nice to meet you.  You have a beautiful pic. :)"  Bingo.
     "Hi, I'm doing well!  Thank you.  You're not so bad either. ;)"  I'm simultaneously browsing his Facebook page, and he looks like a real, non-creepy individual.  I somehow doubt men take the same precaution.
      "Haha, thanks.  That's nice of you.  Your description says that you enjoy seeing live music.  Any chance you would want to see my friend's reggae band tonight?"   Bingo, indeed.  Just in case, I give myself an out.
      "Sounds like fun!  I'll meet you for a bit for sure, but I may have to take off early.  If that's cool with you, send me the deets! :)"

      We decided to arrive a little early at the venue, to chat a bit before the show.  I flash my ID before heading into the dimly lit, sweet smelling bar.  I scan the silhouettes for the guy in the pictures, but he finds me first.  I feel someone grab my arm, and turn to see a total cutie with clear blue eyes.
      "Hey!  How's it going?"  He says, reaching around me for a quick hug.  I totally scored!  "Rick, nice to meet you!"
      "Hi, you too!"  Awkward pause.  I'm a little dumbfounded at how cute he is.  "Jen," I say extending my hand for a shake, even though we just hugged our greeting.  He grabs it, and I laugh nervously, already feeling chemistry in the air.
      "Have you been here before?"  He asks.
      "Oh... uh, no!  Looks nice and chill.  Perfect for reggae."
      "Yeah, the band is great, too.  Nice to have an excuse to come out and see them play!"
      "Amazing!  Can't wait!"
      "I got a table for now, but we may want to stand later."
      "To see?"
      "No, to dance."  He smiles.  I can't help but reciprocate.

      We chat and sip our drinks through the opening band, but when the main act starts, we give them our full attention.  They are absolutely electric, and I immediately see why sitting is no longer an option.  We make our way to a good view at the side, and sway together hypnotically with the crowd.  I feel Rick behind me, and he casually puts his arms around my waist.  I stick my ass out a little bit, and he presses his pelvis slightly into it as we dance.  The band stops for a break, and Rick asks me if I'd like to step outside.
      He takes me out the back way, and I feel the invitingly cool summer air hit my skin.
      "I figure this is a safe question, considering the content of the evening..."
      "Yes...?
      "Would you like smoke a jay?"
      "Haha, sure!  Is there somewhere discreet we can go?"
      "I know just the place."
      We turn down the back alley, and ascend a fire escape around the corner of the building.  The view atop the stairs is open, considering how high up we are, yet private, because we are tucked safely in between two buildings.  Easy to miss, even if walking down the alleyway below.  He lights up, and passes the joint my way.  I take a couple drags, and return it.
       "This is nice," I smile, probably pretty glossy-eyed, taking in the view of the building tops below us.
       "Yeah," he responds, but I feel him looking instead, at me.  I turn, feeling comfortable enough to look him right in his blue eyes.  Maybe it's the pot.  He extinguishes the cigarette with a wet finger, and puts the remainder in his pocket.  I lean in for a kiss.
       The earthy taste of smoke hangs in his mouth, but I don't mind.  His gives me a relaxed kiss, opening his mouth around mine, and liberally giving me his tongue.  I welcome it, moving to wrap my arms around his shoulders.  His drift around my waist, holding me close.  We make out, feeling the soft breeze in our hair.
       I begin to feel his cock bulge through his pants, and I know that we might end up doing a little more than kissing, up here on the fire escape.  It excites me, and I instinctively reach down for his erection.  He doesn't skip a beat kissing me, and I'm glad that he's up for it.  He moans quietly into my mouth, as I cup the bulge in my hand.  His hands migrate down to my ass, pulling me into him even further.  We grind into each other, kissing a little more, and I feel myself getting very wet.  Thank god I wore a skirt.  Another minute of dry humping, and he reaches up under it to touch my bare ass.
       He gropes the front of me, through my tank top, and I feel my nipples harden at his touch.  His mouth doesn't leave mine.  I reach down again, to unbutton his pants, and we hear the band start up from inside.  We stop kissing for a moment, to check in.  I smile, "I don't like reggae THAT much."
       "Me neither," he says quickly before planting his mouth on my neck, now.  I unbutton his pants, and discreetly unzip the fly on his jeans.  We step back slightly, towards the back of the landing, leaning now against the building.  I take out his cock, and begin to fondle it.  He moans into my mouth.  I feel the breeze of the night air on my stomach, as he reaches under my shirt, and pushes my bra out of the way to get to my breasts.  My pussy is dripping wet, and I bend to pull my panties down, and step out of my thong underwear.  He reaches under my skirt to touch me, and moans at the pleasure of seeing how wet he's made me.
      He backs me against the wall, kissing me harshly, and playing with my pussy.  I want to scream out, at how relieved I am to be touched between my legs, but our collective moans are echoing enough.  His fingers easily find my opening, and he slides one, then a couple in and out of me.  He curls his fingers inside my pussy, and I feel a my g-spot being stimulated.  I'm feeling high, enough so that the pressure alone makes me want to come.  I want him in me so badly, and jerk his cock a little faster, bringing his hips towards me with my other hand.
      Rick takes the cue.  I wrap one of my legs up around his hip, and he quickly finds my pussy with his cock.  I'm so wet, that he only needs to take it slow for a few seconds before it opens up for him.  He starts thrusting and I feel his dick hit my g-spot again, knowing instantly that he's going to make me come up here, on this fire escape.
      We kiss madly, and he pins me against the brick wall.  We fuck with most of our clothes on, him holding into my ass underneath my skirt, and my hands in his hair.  His dick slips wetly in and out of me, and I sigh wildly, despite trying to keep quiet.  The music drowns out most of our noises, but all someone has to do is look up to see us ramming ourselves into each other.  That sudden thought is so sexy to me, that I feel myself relax and allow him to hit that spot deep inside me.  The feeling is almost unbearable, and I can't help but come hard, right over his cock.  My moan is muffled by the tight seal on our mouths, and the music pumping below.
       He continues to fuck me fast and hard for another minute, then pulls out to come himself.  It falls through the grate, and I look below, still high enough to humorously imagine a rude awakening for someone walking underneath us.  I wipe myself with my underwear, and stuff them in my purse.  We sit on the edge of the landing in exhaustion and relief.
       He pulls out the half joint, and lights it back up.  He takes a satisfied puff, and passes it to me.

       We listen to the rest of the set from there.