Little Miss Goldicocks

The other night Rose Boy and I had sex for the first time.

But before we even get there... oh man... my vag is shuddering just thinking about it. He ate me out. And boy howdy was is good! This kid knows what he's doing, even though he doesn't claim to. He teased me for quite a while, licking, biting, sucking on my thighs, stomach, and occasionally grazing my lips with his tongue. I was grabbing the sheets even before he plunged in. And when he did... ah, amazing. He used his hands, alternating and hitting my g-spot effortlessly. And then after an appropriate length buildup, he started giving firm, long strokes up to my clit with his tongue, while he pumped his finger against my g-spot... and I'm pretty sure his roommate heard me come.

Later I gave him a bj for his efforts, being sure to give plenty of attention to his nipples. We got to the point of no return when he said, "You're gonna make me cum! Do you want me to come?" And I looked up at him, still licking and kissing his cock, and said, "Well that depends, do you want to fuck me?" He said he did, and since it would be our first time, I asked if he was sure. He said he was. I decided to suck him just a little more, then changed my mind, and kept going, harder and deeper. He came hard. "I changed my mind," I said. "I noticed," he said.

Later on, it was getting late, but we had gotten ourselves all riled up again. He asked me what I wanted him to do. I brought up fucking again. "Are you really sure?" I asked. "You seemed to want to wait." "No, I'm sure."

And it was awesome. We put on the condom together. And it hurt for about three seconds when he first entered me (it's been a while). But then, oh baby.

I know a lot of women like big dicks. I am not one of those women. Sure, they're aesthetically pleasing and when you get one in bed there's definitely a "wow" factor invovled... but in my experience, they just plain hurt. I guess I have a sensitive cervix and with a big guy, missionary is just about the only position that isn't horrendously painful, and sometimes even that is a bit much. Usually with a big guy, I can't come because they hit my cervix, not my g-spot, and I usually get too sore to go for more than a few minutes. Usually, I'm just lying there, doing my best to act as hot as possible to get them off quickly so they'll get off me quickly.

Now, a medium sized dick? That's where I'm at. It fills me up just fine without hurting. On every grind, my g-spot is pleasured. I can put my legs over his shoulders or do rear entry and all kinds of other things when I'm not in pain. Truly, I prefer it. Rose boy's dick was just about the perfect size. Not at all small, but not gargantuan either. My notorious vag salivates in anticipation of a dick like that, instead of clenching shut with a "You best be kidding."

So, I guess what I'm trying to say is that the sex was good. And that's even more impressive when you realize the fact that most of the time it takes people a few tries to really get their groove on together. But we grooved.

I'm not the kindof girl to get all sentimental and emotionally attached over the act of intercourse... but I do occassionally get caught up in the ideas of "fate" and "destiny" and can't help but wonder if it means something for Rose boy and I to be so sexually compatible...

The Stuff of Stories

Tonight is a night I will remember for the rest of my life.

I wasn't planning on seeing Rose Boy. I saw him the past two nights, and I have work, and asking him to hang out again could be interpreted as clingy or needy or obsessive... but I figured a friendly text wasn't out of the question. And then he invited me out, just for a little while.

A little while turned into the third night in a row of getting home at 2 am on a work night.

We went down to the center of town with designs to get a drink. But it was so beautiful out- warm with a cool breeze, and I suggested we lay in the grass. We found a secluded spot next to an old building and a dark parking lot. The sky was gorgeous and the air felt amazing against our skin.

And tonight we really talked. And it was honest, and comfortable, and he said all the things I wanted to hear. I asked him if he would be doing things differently if I weren't leaving in two months, afraid he was only this gung-ho about me since I was a short-lived, *easy* fling. Instead, he said that he would try to pursue a relationship with me if I weren't leaving. Butterflies. Oh, and he said I give him butterflies.

And, of course, I have to mention the part when my weight came up. We were talking about exercising and how good it feels, and I said something along the lines of "you should've seen me a year ago when i lost 20 lbs." His response? "Really? From where you are now? You must have been a twig!" "Hardly." "Eh, girls are too skinny these days." A little while down the line, amidst heavy rubbing, petting, and moaning underneath the night sky, he uttered the words "God, I'm so attracted to you."


He said, "Fuck! Let's try out some kinky shit this summer!" He said, "This is going to be an amazing summer." I agreed.

Perfect Guys and Not So Perfect Timing

Sorry I wasn't able to update for a couple days... I was too busy making out with a GORGEOUS boy.

Yes, my date with Rose Boy went really well. We walked around town a bit, and then decided to go watch a movie back at his apartment. And it was a good time. And then we made out for around four hours.

Here is what first tipped me off about the amazing Mr. Rose Boy:

He has this book, my Bible.

Yes, he wants to be a sex therapist. Yes he knows of feminist empowerment sex shops in the area. Yes, he is open about sex. Yes, he is experimental. Yes, he is not afraid to ask for what he wants. Yes he wants to use toys on me.

How did such a perfect guy fall into my lap? *Thank you Craigslist!*

And did I mention how cute he is? Oh man. He's a little guy- barely a centimeter taller than me, and I'm 5'3". Still, he is so attractive. He wears these awesome jeans that make his butt and package look so cute. And t-shirts. God I love a guy in a t-shirt and jeans. He's kinda punk-y and has tattoos!

This is my first tattooed man, and I really like it. He has a word that I wont disclose for privacy's sake above his right nipple (your left.) Oh, and his nipples.... this kid goes absolutely insane when you get near his nipples. Absolutely i.n.s.a.n.e. I like it. I love being able to drive him crazy. And I did.

I saw him again last night (two in a row! whoo!) and it was even better. This time we cuddled and made out in the nude. He makes me feel pretty comfortable with my body because he isn't afraid to throw out a few "you're so hot"s or "you're so pretty"s. And he grabs me and slaps me and runs his hands all over me....

He's artsy, alternative, hot, Jewish, and the potential for something real is, well, it's real.

He turned to me and said, "This is an odd hookup." Why? "Well, we kiss a lot and look into each others eyes, and play with each other's hands..." Yeah. It seems to be a little more than just a hookup.

He said he will just have to keep reminding himself that it is a hookup. I said... "well, maybe we could think of it a short relationship." He said, "An open relationship. That's what you would want, right?" I thought that was cute. I guess I do give off a bit of a non-monogamous vibe. But I said, "No. When I like a person, I'm not interested in anyone else." He seemed surprised, but pleased. "You're a faithful girlfriend?" he asked playfully while he snuggled into my neck. "Yes."

Like I said, potential.

And I leave the country in less than two months.

Is it worth it? Should I set myself up for heartbreak? Is it fair to set him up for heartbreak?

Rather than think about it, I sucked on his nipple and pressed on his taint, rubbed his balls and cock, and then gave him a spectacular blow job. When he came he screamed in a way I've never heard any guy scream before. Wow. Awesome.