Congress in progress

To be exact, it’s sexual congress in progress. Never knew that the word could be used in this manner, it bring a whole new dimension the next time I see congress in action.. lame.. :p

Before I go on to the meat of the story, here’s a little something for the people who still bothers to follow my blog.

I love lace! : )

After my Epic week, I took a short break and before I knew it, I met this other guy and got sucked into this whirlpool of madness. It’s good to be mad now and then, relieves stress and just makes life so much more interesting. Before the week with my dear friend, I’ve been very good, so good that I have not cheated in like 2 years. Amazing given that it’s me whom we are talking about. I totally forgot just how fun it is to have sex on the sly, to try out new things with new people.

I’m always amazed at how I can rationalize my cheating behavior, but hey! why can’t I be like a man and have fun? I think I am a man deep inside, but a gay man coz I like cocks.. haha..

So about my new beau (?), as usual, he’s totally unavailable, committed to his marriage, but needs some fun on the sideline. I like that in a man, I so do not like guys who are single and available. I dun like complication, things should be straightforward, like sex, it’s either you cum or you dun cum.

We met a couple of times before everything really happened, I think he have to thank my friend for starting the ball rolling, I was leaving the scene already, as I get older, the stakes are getting higher and the payout just dun seem to cut it.

This is a stockings man, and he got me into it as well. The feel of the stocking against my thighs, the feel of his hands running down my thighs while I have the stockings on. I never knew it can feel so good.. Stockings plus heels, makes me feel so darn sexy… he’s also the one who reminded me just how fun it is to take pics.. sexy pics of course.. I get so turn on when I’m taking photos, I have to say I’m pretty good at it, just look at the pic above, it’s sexy but not over.

The good thing about going out with an older guy, or I should say a financially stable guy, is that they drive. That is so important because suddenly the town is your oyster, so many make-out spots are only accessible by cars. The first time we made out in his car, I refused to let either of us cum. Why? Because it leaves so much more room for imagination. You cannot just let guys get it the first time round, once they get it, they’ll get bored. Of course he said otherwise, that if he gets it, he will want it even more. Well 2 different school of thoughts and as the girl, what I say counts. I win.

The second time round, all hell broke loose. Our foreplay started way before we met, all the tantalizing text messages, photos and maybe even a video or not.. I love it when he tells me just how hot I am.. Throughout the day in the office, I’m constantly wet, thinking about all the things we could do in the evening. It’s actually pretty fun to be working and aroused at the same time.

Things were sizzling by the time we met. So even while he’s driving, items of clothings start to disappear.. We got to this nice, quiet carpark and .. .. .. *deep breath* my mind is kinda blank right now coz all the blood is somewhere else.. I think I need to cool off a little before I can go on.

But what I can say, it’s a pretty great night.. he hits the right spots and damn it feel good.. We finished off with him cumming in my mouth and what can I say, I like to swallow. I like to taste him, especially when it’s mixed up with my juice. I taste good.. haha.. he can attest to that.

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On a side note, I just went to Millenia Walk the other day and the carpark really brings back some nice memories. I haven’t met him in ages, but the sight of the cars parked in the lonely corners.. hmm.. I’m getting back my taste for making out in cars.