He rode my cock.

He just went and sat on it.  It went in so smoothly.  My theory is that your asshole is directly proportional to the size of your cock — the bigger your cock, the bigger your rectum. 

But Mr. Skinhead with his gigantic pink cock had a perfectly tight hole.  I could feel every inch, every centimeter, of me.  Going in.  Pulling out.  He rode me and moaned like a little girl. He was so tall his torso seemed like a skyriser.  Tattoos everywhere. 

He’s so different than every guy I’ve fucked as Cassandra.  So masculine an exterior.  Yet so soft and sweet inside.  I am fascinated holding on to his gigantic cock while he rides me.  It’s so huge and pink I keep thinking of cotton candy.

I didn’t want to cum too soon so I excused myself to the bathroom and took a nice long piss to relieve the swelling of my cock.  He is such a nice, pleasant surprise.  I want more.

I came back out and told him I wanted to fuck him doggy style. 

Baby, Come on, Give it to Cassandra.  Let Daddy fuck you animal style.

He said, I’d love for you to fuck me doggy style.  Let’s just kiss a little longer.

We kiss.  It’s not the kind of deep, passionate, tongue-probing, cave-exploring spelunking kisses.  Rather, it’s soft.  Like cotton candy.

Baby, Let me fuck you doggy style.  You’ll love it, I croon.  I am on the verge of getting petulant.  Pouty.  I want to fuck him doggy style.  I want to see his broad smooth back with the tattoos spread out before me, my candy going in and out of this gorgeous man.

Sure, we’ll get to it, he reassures me.  I just want to kiss you a little bit longer.

It’s a very pleasant feeling.  He’s stroking my shecock while we kiss.  He keeps looking into my eyes with a pleasant ever-so-slight upward turn at the corner of his lips.  Although I’m not fucking him doggy style it’s still quite blissful.

Next thing I know I say, Oh oh oh OH Baby I’m going to cum.

And he jerks me off and pulls in closer for even tighter kisses.   I cum all over his hands.  He uses my cum as lube to jerk himself off.

Somehow, after we both cum, we’re still kissing.

The GFE.  Girl Friend Experience.  For the record, I don’t sell the GFE. It’s not on the menu, so please don’t ask. 

I once had a Date where all the guy wanted to do was kiss.  I kept forcing him down to my shecock and he’d give it an obligatory suck or two and then came right back up for more kisses.  I was grossed out.  He was one of these smarmy Republican looking insurance-seller types.  White and middle-aged and pudgy.  I felt really dirty after kissing him.  FOR AN ENTIRE HOUR! 

It was one of the most disgusting experiences of my life.

He kept emailing me afterwards.  He told me I was a “Star”.  Gross.  I really disliked him.  Even though he paid me well.  I never responded.  I just want to forget it ever happened.

But kissing Mr. Skinhead felt so relaxed. 

My eyelids are getting droopy.  I’m falling asleep.  Yet we’re still kissing.  He keeps looking into my sleepy eyes.  Soft tender lips touching soft tender lips.  Moist without slobbering wet.  I’m about to fall asleep.

It’s the most pleasant feeling. 

But I wake myself up to put an end to the night.  I walk him to the door.  I give him one last tender kiss. 

Tender.  The operative word tonight.  tender

It’s been such a long time.  I’ve forgotten how sweet, how tender the intimacy is.  Until I started writing this post I didn’t realize what the night was for me.

He was my BFE. 

My Boy Friend Experience.

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