Tonight it is quiet. Long walks and talks, more thoughts than actions. Hon­estly I am exhausted from last night, it was an entire evening full of activ­ity. I will get into more of that at another date, but cur­rent sit­u­a­tions bring to mind other mem­o­ries. S___ has men­tioned J___. I was read­ing and thought of how our first expe­ri­ence arose.

Par­ties at our house are not uncom­mon, this was just another one. As often is the case a lot of drink­ing was involved and soon J__ and I are flirt­ing, lin­ger­ing hugs, sug­ges­tive com­ments, touches hid­den by dim light. We went into the house after being out­side in the group and couldn’t seem to keep our hands off of each-other. There we are, mak­ing out in the kitchen, hands roam­ing curi­ously over each oth­ers breasts, tongues push­ing in each oth­ers mouths. We had made out before on occa­sion, but not as intently, this time there seemed to be more intent. S___ was out­side but another friend wan­dered in and we broke apart laugh­ing. As the evening pro­gressed so did our attrac­tion and affec­tion, soon we were mak­ing out in front of every­one, rolling around the bed, pre­tend­ing but not, that we are just “play­ing”. At some point we ended up in the bath­room, J___ pushed up against the sink, unable to keep our mouths of of each other, strip­ping each oth­ers shirts off, and her hand going up my skirt. S___ came in to see what was going on and was pleas­antly sur­prised. As J___ and I con­tin­ued in the bath­room, S___ cleared the house.

The three of us went into the bed­room and fell into a tan­gle of hands, fin­gers and lips. Breasts, mouths, legs, all inter­twined. At some point the clothes were lost. J___ and I took turns between each oth­ers legs, lick­ing, suck­ing, fin­ger­ing, while S___ mainly watched, but on occa­sion used a moan­ing mouth to suck on his stiff cock. I hadn’t been in this posi­tion before, hadn’t licked a woman’s pussy, hadn’t had one mouth mak­ing me cum while I make another cum in my mouth. It was amaz­ing, it was a blur. I remem­ber S___ fuck­ing me while J___ licked and sucked and kissed and then crawled onto my face. Even­tu­ally we all passed out, myself in the mid­dle of two peo­ple who give me amaz­ing sex­ual satisfaction.

That morn­ing S___ rolled me over and fucked me, sweetly, gen­tly, but in a pos­ses­sive man­ner, J___ stayed still, pre­tend­ing to be asleep, but I imag­ine she was want­ing his cock inside her next. Call me self­ish, but that wasn’t hap­pen­ing, S___ was mine in that way, kiss, suck, sit on my face all you want, but that cock only cums inside me. That was my thought as I came as hard as I had the entire night before.

I can share, I can be shared, but I have to draw the line sometimes.

It’s a bit­ter­sweet mem­ory, fun time were had, but I’m not sure that J___ was cut out to be with us, I think she wanted more. Unfor­tu­nate really, I’d think she would be happy with rag­ing orgasms, open­ness to all types of sex­u­al­ity, and open friend­ship. I was actu­ally look­ing for­ward to what she would do with our new restraints.

–A___

There was a brief time early in A___ and my rela­tion­ship when she was unem­ployed. We weren’t liv­ing together at the time but she was stay­ing with me a lot. I’d come home for lunch, she’d be here, and we’d make out. It was incred­i­ble; lying on the bed for an hour just kiss­ing and touch­ing and breath­ing each other in.

We didn’t have sex — this may have been before we had sex for the first time. Even after, we often just made out. Some­times on the couch but mostly on the bed. It was cooler too and I liked the win­dows open so we’d be wrapped in quilts and sheets and blan­kets, gen­er­at­ing heat by try­ing as best we could to have every part of our bod­ies touch­ing. Some­times we’d take off our shirts just to get a lit­tle closer. Our lips would be pressed together and our tongues min­gled in between. Some­times our hands would wan­der and some­times we’d kiss that way — you know, when your lips are kinda touch­ing and your mouths are open but your really not mov­ing, just sorta shar­ing air.

Yeah…

I can’t even count the num­bers we spent this way. There were a few months when this was the norm.

There was one time I came home to A____ on her knees. I didn’t have a lot of time (but more than 90 sec­onds) so as soon as I walked through the door she opened my belt, dropped my pants, and went to work on my cock with smooth, vig­or­ous suck­ing. I think I came in a few min­utes. I know I was dizzy. It was one of the bet­ter blow jobs I ever had. A___ reminds me that I had cum and was back out the door before she had a chance to wipe the over­flow off her lips. I was busy that day and any­way, that was pretty rare. We mostly made out.

It was around this time of year. I think the weather is trig­ger­ing my mem­ory a bit. I’m also home now and tired so my mind is wandering.

But today I’m alone.

A____ “Will you be sat­is­fied with just one minute and thirty sec­onds, because that’s all I have”

That’s what I have this morn­ing — 90 sec­onds of A___’s sweet mouth work­ing up and down my cock. 90 sec­onds and she’s off me and out the door to work while i’m still damp from her tongue. My hips still push­ing up ever so slightly.

I need more than 90 sec­onds, but I’m going to work on that.

It was an amaz­ing way to arrive at con­scious­ness. Not a sub­stitue for our mornin’ lovin’ from back when A___ didn’t have to work so early though…

I had to fin­ish myself again. Rem­i­nisc­ing on last night was the theme, and it took more than 90 (more) seconds.