I’ve been seeing this gorgeous guy, Damien.

He’s tall, tanned, toned, and one of the best fucks I’ve ever had. We try to stick to our weekly Wednesday arrangement, but sometimes it doesn’t work out. Knowing I couldn’t go two weeks without sex led me to take matters into my own hands.

Saturday night turned out to be the wild card. Damien had been playing poker all day with his buddies when I called him on his cell phone and mentioned that I would be in his neighborhood that night. All it took was that one phone call to get things rolling. He folded, grabbed his winnings, and was about to get lucky again.

I was waiting for him at his place. I couldn’t keep my hands off him. I immediately opened his pants and freed his cock, which felt like an iron rod in my hands. I slowly sank to my knees and took that rod as far down my throat as it would go. I repeated a slow, methodical deep-throating of his cock while massaging his balls, making him moan like we hadn’t had sex in weeks.

Damien’s cock felt good in my mouth, but I knew it would feel even better in my hot pussy. He must have been thinking the same thing. He pushed my lacy black thong aside and pulled me onto him. I straddled him and slowly lowered myself onto his shaft. In my lust, I’d worked him to the point where he was ready to come after only a few deep thrusts. I quickly climbed off him and closed my lips around his cock just in time, barely managing to catch and swallow every last drop of his come.

Encounters with Damien aren’t just a want; they’re a necessity. I can’t wait for next Wednesday.