Night Flights...

                                                         

There's no hold
The moving has come through
The danger passing you
Turns its face into the heat and runs the tunnels
It's so cold
The dark dug up by dogs
The stitches torn and broke
The raw meat fist you choke 
Has hit the blood light
Glass traps open and close on nite flights
Broken necks feather weights press the walls
Be my love, we will be gods on nite flights
With only one promise, only one way to fall
Glass traps open and close on nite flights
Broken necks feather weights press the walls
Be my love, we will be gods on nite flights
With only one promise, only one way to call
     On nite flights

       Only one way to fall

Bowie: 'Nite Flights', click here to see the great video.

July 20, 2014

After he left here friday night I didn't hear anything from him. That amazed me a bit because previous times when he was here and had the hots for me he usually sent me texts messages afterwards, still trying to convince me how bad it is, that he is still thinking about me and my pussy, and so on. 

Most of the time I didn't take it seriously when he said things like that, like, with disbelief, a lot of it. Since I'm even ten years older than in the old days, for example... And so I just mostly joked about it. That's why he wanted to show me what it did to him when I kissed him, of course, with his "look at me, now kiss me". Convince me once and for all. Something like that. 

The whole thing kept me busy whole day, and while I was writing it down I realised more and more that the story wasn't finished yet and that I longed for him and a continuation of this crazy thing. 
It stayed silent whole day and so in the evening I sent him a little mail with the Rush song, asking him if he was okay, even when I know he hardly ever reads his mail. I didn't want to text him because maybe he was with his girlfriend, take no risks. No reply.

At one-thirty at night, phone call, him: is it too late to come smoke another little joint from you?

So I answered: YES, much too late! ... Silence on the other end of the line. So, I said, I suppose that you still don't have any yourself, then? No, indeed, nothing, he said, I can be there in five minutes, I'm at home, I just need to get in my car and I will be there in no time. I replied that it was okay for once then, just because it's him...

Less than five minutes later he was here. I open the door, he looked truly fantastic, fresh, shiny, clean and polished, like he was ready to start a long night in town. Quite the opposite of the night before! And in a very sexy jeans and a super sexy thin cotton shirt, almost like silk, in a very special blue that made his bright blue eyes pop out even more and with... big black polka dots... Yes, I know, I know, but he really looked super hot and stylish in it, I swear! ...

I had a smile from ear to ear as soon as I saw him, no, from the moment of the phone call, actually, but it became even worse by seeing him. And him, too, big smile, showing all his seductive little teeth when I opened the door. I invite him in and I hug him soon as I get the chance, but it didn't seem to do much with him, while I was already excited just by him being here. ... 

He goes to sit in the little couch and takes out his tobacco and says, so, I could roll one from you then? I said, of course you can, my friend!

That wouldn't be so fair, though, he said with a big smile, I went to our pal to buy some this afternoon...

All that did to me was giving me an even bigger smile... The sly bastard!

He just looks me in the eyes and tells me he had an amazing time last night. Then he rolls one of his own stuff and he starts about his girlfriend. How he's becoming tired of the whole thing because she always gets this horrible moods and he's her victim each time. He can't take it anymore even when he loves her a lot. And so we kept talking about that and he suddenly seemed so... his old self, I guess. So I thought he would keep nagging about it for hours, if I wasn't careful. And I think, okay, then, probably he has cooled down a bit anyway and is regretting what we did last night already. And he will probably tell me so in a minute. 

Suddenly he puts down his stickie and stands up, walks to the other side of the room and starts undressing himself, the shoes, the jeans, briefs, the shirt, everything. I did nothing but look at him with disbelief and a little smile and I wondered what this was going to become. So far we didn't kiss or say or do anything that implied I would be okay with this now. But he doesn't seem to worry about that and he confidently comes towards me on the couch, sits with me and starts pulling out all of my clothes as well.

But I had a little surprise for him! And since I still needed revenge for him not wanting to fuck me previous night, I waited until the last possible moment to tell him...

So when he wanted to pull down my panties I stopped him and told him: you have bad luck, boy, I got my period this morning!

I thought that was going to stop him for sure, knowing him a bit. I thought this would surely be too much for him, I always think he's a bit a softie... 

But he said nothing and starts pulling on my panties again and I stop him again by pulling on it as well and I ask him if he doesn't believe me. 

No answer, he just pulls out my panties while looking me straight in the eyes. 

No kissing, no words, no caressing, nothing, just this piercing look the whole time. And soon as I am naked he pushes one of my legs upwards and back completely so that my knee is touching my shoulder and comes on top of me, pins down my upper body with his shoulder while he keeps my leg up so that I am stuck completely and tries to penetrate me. He did that previous night when he was fingering me, too, by the way. I could only move my hips and legs while he was doing it, and I found that seriously hot... 

It didn't prepare me for this, though. ... My softie friend, fuck. ...
For a moment, my female instincts even try to tell me this is wrong, I didn't give permission...

It took a couple of attempts but then one hard push and he's inside of me completely. He doesn't have a very big dick, and not a very thick one, either, he has what I would call a sharp dick. It feels like he 'impales' you, something that amazed me a lot the first time we fucked. 

His very first push almost made me come, it was a hard one and it went as deep as it possibly could, I could feel it deep inside my belly. And then he kept still, no movement for minutes. Then a hard push again, and he just keeps pinning me down while he is deep inside me and keeps still, and then, minutes later, a hard and deep push again. I couldn't help making loud, deep sounds with each sudden push, even when the neighbour is a friend of my boyfriend... 

He then slowly starts changing the frequency and the force of the pushes, and on the moments that his body stays completely still I can feel his penis move on it's own inside me with powerful pulses while he keeps pinning me down. I think we were fucking about twenty minutes when he came after another hard push, and I could feel his ejaculation so well, wow, I almost came from these moves of his dick alone. 

Of course I was still horny after that, I'm always still horny, even when I had an orgasm. But we needed to clean up with all the blood/evidence and he took a shower and got dressed again, too, because I told him to do it. My boyfriend wouldn't come this weekend, and it was night already, but he's so fucking unpredictable, I couldn't relax otherwise. We sit down and smoke another one and it seemed like 'it' was done now. The tension was gone a bit  and we acted 'normal' again. 

I did a couple of little attempts, though, to show him I still felt the same, and he came sit with me on the couch again but it stayed a talk between friends, even when he put his arm around me and things. After a while he said he should go to sleep, and I replied that was the best thing indeed, if he wasn't going to take me again anyway: fuck off and go to sleep! He laughed and got up and we hugged and he said: well, if you aren't going to take me, I'm gone now. 

So I laughed and said: what??? You are just running from me, you coward, just like I know you! 

He now picked me up and put me with my ass on the cabinet and starts kissing me passionately and pushing his body against me and he grabs my breast and softly bites it and then takes me off again, pulls down my pants and puts me on the cabinet again. I put my feet on the cabinet as well and opened my legs completely and go sit on the edge of the cabinet and he takes his dick out and penetrates me immediately and starts fucking me wildly. In this position I can feel the force of his dick inside me even better and deeper and my whole body starts shaking instantly which makes him go even wilder as well, and he kept fucking and I just kept shaking uncontrollably. I was at the edge of an orgasm the whole time long. It took about ten minutes before he came with a last fierce push. 
I didn't come, but I felt completely satisfied anyway. ...

While he was still inside me I said: my friend, I never suspected you had it in you, taking me with all the blood... I always thought you were a big softie...

He said, oh, no, I don't mind about that. Then he took his dick out of me, before I expected it, and of course, the way I was sitting there... the sperm, the blood... and all my wetness came out with it and dripped all over the place... Like, almost on his brand new white sneakers. It was a total mess, a long, white and red slimy thread still hanging on his still half erected and wiggling dick... 

You should have seen his face! And he panicked a bit while I jumped off the cabinet and hurried to get some paper towels. 

He had to clean his jeans first, remove evidence, his girlfriend does his laundry...

He would need a couple of hours to do his forensic work, he said, like, remove cat hairs before she gets suspicious... 

After we cleaned up and I checked his clothes and everything for blood I sent him home with the message he surely had to shower before he went to sleep.

Imagine his girlfriend would show up in the morning and wants to give him a blow job to make up for the fight, his dick still red... 

While writing this I realise I am already longing for a next time. A less bloody time, maybe.

This is no good. No good, at all.

The boyfriend will come home this evening. As I told my friend while he was talking about his forensic work: at least I have a good excuse if I don't feel like fucking the boyfriend tomorrow: 

I have my fucking period! 

...

Have a good sunday, darling. I suppose you have enough excitement, too. I surely hope so. 

XXX!