Breathtaking Eros

Hello my anonymous brethren. I went to Ninja’s apartment yesterday. We’ve talked some since the break-up, and this was the first time I’d been able to see him since before we split. I arrived to find him completely naked, brushing his teeth in the bathroom. Actually, he was waiting deliberately for me in such a manner. I really didn’t expect him to be naked, even if I did know that he much more prefers it. Why is he so attractive? I certainly didn’t mind, and when he walked out to meet me, we hugged. I felt like it was forever since I’d touched his skin. It was like a gift I didn’t deserve. Of course, I wish only for it to be my gift to claim. Greedy girl I am.

We agreed to forgive one another and in time our physical contact progressed. He’d snicker at me and say, “I have a question.” “What?” “You have a [hot, sexy, horny] naked man on top of you… why aren’t you doing anything about it?” What a jokster! Soon I was unclothed and he was doing those really awesome things to my labia and clit that.. man.. and, lord, the fingering? That “come-hither” motion makes my head spin. I wonder if I could have an orgasm from that. Either way, it gets me wet enough and crazy enough that I just had to say that I wanted him inside me and he obeyed. Best. Feeling. Ever.

Thus did commence the lovemaking which was most enjoyable, albeit a tad guilt-ridden based on the fact that I didn’t do a whole lot for him. I think I was in shock. Anyway, I have to notice (either correctly or incorrectly) that whenever we get into a position where my breasts bounce all around (and he grabs them, mmhm!) he is quick to spill over. I love that. My magical boobs. I’ll be on the bottom and the bed is positioned so that it’s in front of part of the closet. If I reach my hands above my head to press against the wall, it not only serves to make the penetration all the harder and awesomer and all that, it also gives my boobs nowhere to go but.. all over the place. Haha, his eyes get big and he tries to balance himself on one arm so he can fish around to grab them. Even if we’re doing doggy sometimes he’ll reach around to hold them. I like it. I like being grabbed. I like being kissed. I like being spanked a little bit. I like.. it.

So there were two orgasms for him, which prompted him to drop dead afterwards and rest up. Mm, some cuddling. Love the aftermath when we’re not scrambling around trying to look presentable, heh.

If only we had a night together. I considered getting another hotel for us for a night, but he already forwarned me about being busy and having to work. I’d be all over it. Aahh.. I must take what I can get.

I came to his house after a small discussion about the way he’d been so ignorant of his actions towards me the past few days, and I came with my mind as far removed from sex as possible. Yes, I really did, but apparently that doesn’t mean much. He opened the door and stood waiting for me, and the natural winter light was very becoming on his face, hair, and eyes. Damn him. And the kiss, oh goodness. I was mildly blunt with my words, trying to elaborate the seriousness of it all, and he took it in, I suppose. We stood together in the doorway, then, and kissed and hugged and felt. I told him he made me so angry, haha. He made me so angry, and there he was calming me before I could get my case out. I imagine that could be a bit dangerous, sneaky Ninja he is.

At any rate, at a pause he took me to bed. He gave me that curious look of his, and asked about getting me naked. I hesitated of course, but I felt good. So up into his arms I went and we sat on the bed, me in his lap. It’s almost a blur. He complimented my bra, though he’d seen it a million times. Nibbled on my nipples, removed my shirt, and it was heaven. He seemed to have come prepared - his shirt zipped off, and when the zipper on his pants came down I saw he’d not worn underwear. Our clothes were lost in the mess of the room, and we got beneath the covers on the only bed in the house to warm up.

“Me on top, or you on top first?” he asked as we snuggled in. I thought it was cute and more than appreciated it, also thinking he’d like it if I were to take the reigns so I rolled us over and had my fun. That first moment of penetration is one of the savoriest. After some minutes he’d had his orgasm, and the poor boy apologized for it being so quick! What nonsense, he’s a master and can get it up again in a flash. He can be so sweet sometimes… Anyway, it’s almost a good thing because I don’t have the seemingly-infinite amount of stamina he does when he’s doing all the action.

Then he turned me over. I’m blushing as I’m trying to figure out how to write about this, my oh my. This part is the blur. I was so loud. I pretty much wish I could control it. But this time especially, it felt like every organ in my body was contracting and it was… so overwhelming. I still don’t know what a PIV orgasm is like, but this was my whole body moving with his thrusts, and it drove me nuts. Clutching the pillow, my face, my hair, his arms, the closet door (which the bed is against), I’m surprised I didn’t break a nail. I’m also surprised I didn’t swallow my gum. There’s probably a safety warning about that somewhere. I hope I’ve never scratched him. I probably should really ask him about that. I don’t pay much attention to my hands when they need to grab something like that.

Mmm, and sometimes he’s give me a bit of a spank. Well here’s more sexual insecurity, but I do very much like it when he does that. Puts all my nerves on fire, like when he’d hold my breasts and squeeze them in his hands. Oh god, his hands. He says my breasts are bigger than his hands. I wear a B-cup, though I do have a few C bras. Ice Queen, however, estimates I must be a D. She’s had breast reduction surgery, she was up to an H - she knows her boobs. I just shrugged and laughed because I’ve never been “properly” measured. Screw that. Whatever man-made sizes mean, my tits are perfect and fit nicely in his strong grip. And between his teeth. Must not forget that marvelous sensation, either.

By that time wetness and cum had literally been dripping down my leg. I kind of thought that only happened in raunchy fantasies. No complaints, though… except for the queefing…

Eventually Ninja’s stamina wore down and we flipped over again. That’s another nasty side-effect of having no orgasms in intercourse; he always goes ’til he’s too tired to go on. I don’t know how long I could go on. Eventually my vagina gets worn out, but that’s nothing to stop the screaming for. In this case, I was well-lubed and happy to let him relax and enjoy another orgasm. He, however, helped himself out more than I helped him, haha. It’s always fun to get pounded when you’re on top, though I feel like a lazy bum.

He crashed on to the bed, though, and had that smile on his face of satisfaction. I stared at him for a long while, speaking little nonsense things if I felt the need. Many things had been going through my head then. It was otherwise a moment of heavenly contentment.

It’s a shame I don’t know if I’ll be able to spend the night with him at any point.

It was one of the, or perhaps indeed the first night I slept at Ninja’s apartment. I slept fitfully as I’m not used to sleeping with another person and didn’t know he basically sleeps like the dead and could squirm around all I needed to. We were naked — I didn’t really partake in the joys of sleeping in the nude until this point. Anyway, he’d keep adjusting himself to me as I moved around. Too hot, too cold. It was sweet, and made me all the more warmer and comfortable. He’d even put his hand on my waist and things like that. Very nice.

I was finally in the fog of semi-sleep when I felt him move. He was on the outer side of the bed, and he moved on top of me. I was rather surprised to feel that he had an erection, which he slid between my legs. I was sleeping on my stomach, and raised myself to him. By this time I was pretty awake again but was delighted to partake in the 3am sex. I was wet in an instant. You call can piece together what happened, of course. He said later that he woke up and found himself making advances, haha. I’m glad he went with it.

I read of many women complaining about their boyfriends or husbands doing such things in the wee hours of the morning. I guess I’m abnormal, because I found it incredibly hot and I certainly wouldn’t mind if it happened again.

This trip made me realize how much I really… really like sex. My vagina is quite sore right now. I tell you, he just does it to me. And, you know, it’s something that I can do. I can turn him on, I can make him cum, I can have a lot of fun with it and enjoy the fact that I can make him feel good. He reciprocates in the most glorious of ways, and there is something excruciatingly awesome about being on the recieving end of his attention and.. what’s the word.. talent? Haha, he’s got a gift. And I like it all the time. Being barred from it sucks.

The date was yesterday. The apartment was empty, and we were on the couch in the living area watching television. Comedy Central, if I’m not mistaken. We’d been comfortable for a while–it was our lazy day, and it was established in the morning when we got up that we’d not leave and just order food when we were hungry. My ass was against his crotch in the loveliest of ways. You know what I’m talking about. And I turned and started to kiss him.. or maybe he just started fondling my breasts.. hell, it doesn’t matter. I just know that he was feeling me up and turning me on like I was a lightswitch. He unzipped my pants and stuck his hand down my panties, touching my vulva and rubbing my clit and it was all I could do to not go crazy. My body was writhing and our faces were pressed close, and he kept doing his magic. And eventually turned and continued to watch the television, multitasking. I had to laugh to myself, and I was going to voice my slight annoyance but then he slipped in his finger and I basically forgot all about it. This continued for a good amount of time and I was ready to hit the bed and lock the door, but fate would have it that the door clicked open and Nice Roommate stood in the doorway, talking to one of our fellow students before making her entrance. In that split second I shot up and straightened my clothes and my hair (which was plenty ruffled because those fucking pillows Brat Roommate bought give you sex hair even if you’ve not had sex yet…) and Ninja smartly put up his knee to hide my ass. My fly was down, and I had to act cool. “Hey, Nice Roommate… How are you…”

The opportunity was snatched away from me. And I was upset. I was so horny. I wanted some release. But it was to not be so. I tried my best to suck it up but I was a little sullen for some time after that, which was certainly an inconvenience. Ninja promised I’d get some sex later on, which I knew, but I couldn’t help but be disappointed that a such an elated state of arousal had to be punished in such a manner. Hours passed and eventually Nice Roommate left and we were alone again. Ninja and I lazed around a bit more, went on the computer on and off and put in some time for the television. And the time came when Ninja decided he wanted to get back to what we’d been doing before, and I was happy to do so. We went to the bedroom, Ninja stripped, I climbed on top of him, kissing and sliding up and down his body a bit.. warming up. Not for too long, though; soon he was pressing his glans against my labia and working his way in.

Click. We hesitate–did someone come into the apartment? Knock knock! on the bedroom door.

“Don’t come in” I said sternly, coming down from my regained high, and we separated and I stuck myself in pajamas and opened the door to see Brat Roommate and her pseudo-boyfriend. We chat. Small talk. I pray that they’ll leave. Nope. They’re staying the night here.

I was livid. Ninja did not seem too pleased himself. He said that he’d tell them flat-out we were fucking so they’d leave us alone. I said nooo… but it didn’t matter anyway. Because I got my period, right on time. Cue hormonal tears of frustration! Even if he were more into period-sex, the task of cleanliness and clean-up while in the presence of my roommates was a killer. And the fact that our last sexual encounter was way back in the morning when he joked about needing to get rid of his hard-on, well, that wasn’t too pleasing either.

Thankfully, he fucked me in the shower this morning so I was a happier woman.