readers of this blog could be forgiven for thinking mkf only has tragic sex, when the truth is it's just the only kind he writes about.
and it's what happened today.
the pictures hadn't lied: young, fresh-faced nordic blond, not my usual type.
takes a minute for my eyes to adjust to the gloom from the bright sunlight outside, and by then he's already halfway to the bedroom, talking in that fast, mumbly sorta way they do--the whole time, i have to make him repeat everything at least once.
as i undress, he starts moving piles of laundry off the bed but keeps getting distracted, wandering off to check messages, but finally clears off enough stuff to make room, drops the bathrobe off his perfect lil' speedo body, kneels with his back to me on the edge of the bed, presents. realizing an opening kiss is probably outta the question, i get down to the business at hand.
i try to pull him towards the center of the bed, but he resists--too far from the laptop, i realize, which pings from time to time with new hits.
eventually i zone it all out, hit my stride and he suddenly groans, pulls away.
"sorry--did i hurt you?"
"no, you almost made me come and another guy's on his way over."
damn, so close.*
after a minute he recouples, determined to get me off. i try, but by now i'm so over this beautiful boy i'm forced to fake it--convincingly, of course--and with that, we're done.
five minutes later i'm hosed off and throwing on clothes, and he says, "you're 497, right?"
"huh?"
"497--isn't that you?" i look up, see the phone in his hand and realize he's talking about the first three digits of my number.
"yeah, 497--that's me."
"cool--turn the bottom lock on your way out, wouldya?"
not a problem.
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*bringing a tweaker to orgasm: (a) almost impossible, and therefore (b) the LA top's holy grail.
3 comments:
This is the most depressing sex story I have ever read.
I do hope you are writing about the outliers, because if this is the mean, or even common enough, I really do not want to think about the implications of that.
At least you didn't have to put anything in your mouth. Or wake up with him.
noblesavage: more common than you know. i've run into more than a few variations on the theme, but this one hit all the notes.
babe: yeah, my tongue didn't touch anything the whole time i was there.
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