Drunken Nights 1

Do you remember?

Cause I barely do.  It normally happens this way.  I love to drink but I'm more into the wine setting.  I'm a lightweight so it doesn't take much to get me "drunk".  I liked this feeling, didn't you?

As our weekends usually began, if we were on good terms.  We would go to the liquor store if I already didn't buy something or if you didn't already bring something.  We'd watch a movie and vibe with each other.  You were the kind of guy to always wait for me to make the move.

So, I started kissing your neck.  I climbed on top of you and kissed you more.  I started unbuckling your belt so I could suck on your dick. While on top of you I leaned down to take you into my mouth.  Your head went back and you let out your sound of relief.  Not because you were finished but maybe because I finally gave you some action.  I then slid my underwear off and slid you inside of me moving the couch back and forth, back and forth.  I wanted more of you.

I got from off top of you and I wanted you right then, I took the closes blanket and put it on the floor so that it wouldn't be so bad on the knees. I slid the table out of the way and got on all fours and waited for you to take me.  You fumbled getting them pants off but you gave me what I desired.  I was just wet for you and you slid it right back in.  Could you deny my moans? You kept going deeper, roughly putting all those inches in me.  I loved it.  I loved you!

Do you remember how I got the scar on my knee? Yep, that was us! That blanket didn't help for shyt. My knees hurt so I know yours had to.  But, I wasn't going to tell you to stop.  You laid on top of me flattening us out.  I turned my head up so that I could give you deep kisses.  I mean I wanted your spit.  You held the side of my face so that the kisses were properly reciprocated. I teared up!  I started saying, "I love you, I love you so much. You make me feel so good.  I know we haven't been good to each other but I can't be without you!" You said you loved me too.  I pushed up so that we could get up.  I took the blanket, put it on the couch. Grabbed you by the hand and "lights off" in the room we went.  I started taking the rest of my clothes off.

Do you remember the rest?  Cause I blacked out, I don't remember!

With Someone Else

Why is it so bad that I want to see you with someone else?
You look at me crazy as I say it but what is keeping you from pleasing me?

Are you protecting my feelings or are you hiding yours?
I want to see you with someone else.  That feeling that you give to me, is it real or is it just of familiarity of knowing how I should act during the act.

The slow stroking, the circles.  Having me majorly arch my back because I'm trying to receive every ounce of you.  I want to see you with someone else.

Will you fuck her like you fuck me?  Will you both emotionally be in sync? When you fall in will she bounce it back?  Will her moans be of equal pleasure or will it be of fakeness?

I want to see you with someone else.  Why is it so hard to do?  Do you think I'll cry or make you out to be a cheater even though it was something I asked?  Do you believe you'd care her more than you intended?  Would we become emotionally detached?

No, I'm not a sharer but I got to know the passion you dish out.  I know your dick is beautiful, smooth and lasting.  But I just can't help but wonder, "what are you like through the eyes of someone else?"

When you confess that you are close to finishing, is it because sexually it was really good that you couldn't take any more or is it because you are bored and want no more?

I have to see you with someone else.  I know all pussy ain't the same so I don't expect all the same outcome.  I just have to see how you really move!

Please fuck someone else!