Saajan’s new place is fantastic. I wish I was at a point where I could afford a nice condo. The man has two and a half bathrooms – and he lives alone! He has a nice kitchen, but doesn’t cook. *sigh* I’m a little jealous but also very happy for him.
We hung out for a little while – the first time in a very long time. And then slowly drew closer to each other. “I heard that someone’s horny,” he said. On the phone I had told him that I was horny and looking for someone to fuck. And I was very happy that we were clearly going to fuck.
We went upstairs to his bedroom, and his large comfy bed. We kissed passionately and he roughly fondled my breasts. As always, I got so hot from making out with him. Soon our clothes were off and he was sucking on my breasts and playing with my clit. He’s very sexy when he says things like, “Someone’s very wet…” I like how he’s pretty dominant and takes control of the situation. The submissive in me just eats that up.
I had forgotten what his penis was like. I suppose nearly two years will do that to memory. It’s even nicer than I remember. Not very long but moderately thick. I stroked him as he got me wetter and wetter. Soon we were fucking and it was just as I remembered – hard and fast and intense. I came so easily from the pounding. He likes fucking hard and later said he was glad to give the first pussy pounding he had given in a while (and apparently it’s his favorite way to fuck). (It’s not that he hasn’t been fucking others. I know he’s off to a gang bang today and there’s a 19-year-old he’s recently taken up with. I suppose the others just don’t like it as hard as I do.) He loves my level of flexibility and asked if I’m double jointed in my hips. Nope, just really flexible. He said that, like a carpenter, he likes a nice flat surface to work on. I replied, “Like a carpenter you like a nice flat surface to nail.” *grin* He chuckled. We chatted and cuddled a bit and then got back to fooling around – with him fingering me to fantastic orgasms while he stroked his cock. Then, round two of the intense fucking. I screamed, “oh god,” more times than I can count. He joked that I must be very religious. Ha ha. And that I seemed to have a few orgasms between prayers.
We lounged on his bed and talked for a while about the state of politics in the U.S. and the idea of finding another country to move to. We didn’t come up with any good answers. He wants somewhere warm, I want somewhere more moderate. I said I’ll visit him on his tropical island. He talked about the rampant corruption in his native India and how it upsets him so. He’s occasionally mentioned the notion of going over there, becoming prime minister, and cleaning the country up. I just like the idea of potentially being able to say that I’ve fucked the prime minister of India. Ha ha. That would be cool.
It’s so refreshing to have a blog entry that sounds like the old me again. Ahh, I’m glad I’m back. There’s still progress to be made but I’m getting there.
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