I hadn't seen you in a few weeks. Communication was at best sporadic, but when we spoke, the anticipation was palpable. I was so excited to see you again; to enter the comfort zone I'd been without for 2 weeks. I felt insecure and want too see you, I wanted to feel special again.

I spent the afternoon cooking, trying to get rid of all of my anxious energy. You finally showed up at 7 with Georgie. We ate a satisfying meal, a bit too quickly, and went to the mall for a quick purchase. As we were walking, you said softly to me, "Are you ready?", and I knew exactly what you meant. I was instantaneously wet with anticipation. I smiled a broad smile, like a little girl about to eat her first ice cream cone. We quickly got our purchases, and left.

We took a cab home. Georgie was in the front seat, beside the driver, and you and I were in the back. I briefly thought about rubbing up against you, or unbuttoning a few buttons on my blouse, but then you told me where and when you wanted me. You talked softly so no one else could here it, and I knew this was just for me. You wanted me to keep Georgie busy downstairs, and then meet you in the upstairs bathroom, where you were going to take a shower. I felt dizzy and headachy from the tension.

#1 - Shower Sex
I waited on the couch in the living room until you called out to me. I sprinted into the bathroom, where it was hot and steamy. Cliché, maybe, but the perfect atmosphere. You were standing there, naked, and wet. You said you wanted to fuck me, while you kissed me hard, clumsily, passionately, with tongues fumbling, and hands moving quickly. I love it when you kiss me because you don't do it often. You pressed hard against me, water dripping of your hair, onto my face, my shirt, my tits.

You asked me to come in the shower with you, and it seemed to take forever to take off everything - watch, earrings, jewelry, shirt, bra, pants, panties. I finally go in, and you turned on the water. I'd never had shower sex before. It's an amazing sensation; wet, hot, and clean. You kissed me again. You bent me over, and put a few fingers inside me - something else you rarely do - and I nearly collapsed from the sensations coming at me from all directions. I stood on my tippy-toes, trying to get the angle correct. You finally entered me and couldn't help but moan with delight.

I stood up again, turned around, and knelt down. I put my lips around you and could taste the acidic, salty taste of you.. or was it me? After a few moments, you led me out, turned off the water, and instructed me to lay down on the bathroom floor. You asked me if I was alright, I said yes, of course. You entered me again, looking at me, looking at you. I whispered, "I missed you so much", and you dug your head into the crook of my neck, saying "me too". You said "let move to the bedroom". The bathroom was too small, too cramped.

Soaking wet, we wrapped some towels around ourselves and ran to the bedroom, Georgies bedroom. I put a towel on the bed, hoping we didn't leave any trace of ourselves behind. I got on my knees again, and I pressed against you, the moved away, rocking back and forth. I love taking an active role in this position. I felt your hand against my bum, and I told you to do it. You didn't. So I asked you again, this time more directly. Spank me. And you did. Being wet, it stung a bit more than usual. I wanted more, but now wasn't the time.

You turned me around, on my back, so I could face you. Things begin to get blurry, but I can remember you talking, mumbling words, saying how much and how hard you were going to come. I love watching your face... you just look so.. bewildered, like you're not sure what is happening.

#2 - Stripper Sex
We walked in, and there she was. Right out of your Eighteen porn mags. From the waist up, she looked wholesome, and pure, and naive. She also looked about 16. From the waist down, she looked like she'd spread her legs for anyone for $5. She had tiny, tiny shorts on. When she got up to dance, she had a g-string underneath. Her name was Precious. I knew you wanted her. I didn't feel threatened. She was the embodiment of an archetype that turned you on. Nothing more.

I went to the washroom, and by the time I came back, you were gone. I asked Georgie where you went, and he looked a little embarrassed, so I knew where you were. Surprisingly, you were gone for quite a while. You came out, and you were pleased. Later, I found out you left the back room with a raging hard-on, but I didn't notice it. You told me you got to her feel her tits and her ass. You said she was cute and shy and giggled a lot. I smiled. To be honest, there is probably a part of me who was jealous, only because this girl is a lot of things I am not. Thin, mostly. But on the other hand, I know I am things she is not. It's fantasy, in the end.

After a long day, we all got tired. We came home, had chinese food, looked at pictures, and finally got to bed. It was 3am. I was ready to pass out right away; one of the few times I wasn't looking for sex. But we both got into bed. We cuddled, front to front for a while. Wrapped around each other. I nodded off, and woke myself up with my own snore. You turned me around, so you could feel my tits, and I could feel your dick press against the small of my back. I could feel your breath against my neck, which always get me wet. You whispered in my ear that you wanted to fuck me again. I said "Oh, good", delighted at this surprising turn of events. Sleep was the furthest thing from my mind now. You told me the stripper really turned you on, and I told you you could pretty that I was her. You said no, that that wasn't necessary.

The room was pitch black. You ripped off my shorts around my ankles, and turned on my stomach, raising my bum to receive you. In my head, I was that stripper. I didn't do anything, or say anything, but I was.

And then something bizarre happened. You fumbled in the dark to enter me, slipping a few times. Finally, finally, you entered. And it was amazing. You whispered, "why are you so tight?", and, honestly, I didn't know. But I felt like the virginal concubine, and I told you so, "It feels like my first time". I told you I could feel everything, every ridge, and pulse. It was spectacular, indescribable.

#3 - Anal
We awoke at around 11am. I was still tired, having only fallen asleep at 4. You had gotten a sudden burst of energy after sex and kept me awake longer than I would have liked. We spooned again, and I once again felt that familiar stiffness pressing against me. You played with my nipples, and I arched, pushing against you. I asked what you wanted, and you told me, breathlessly. I told you to move over and I went down on you, experimenting to see how you wanted it; slow, and teasing, or fast and urgent. I got my rhythm, and you grabbed my hair, stopping me, and rolling me over, into the same familiar position. After a few thrusts, you told me you wanted to come in my ass. We hadn't done it this way in a long time. It hurts for me, at least in the beginning, and I always feel a bit nervous. You put on the condom, lubed all the important parts, and rubbed just the outside, which felt so good. You started to enter. At the first, it was easy. And then the 2nd... hurt. You tried pushing, and I pushed you away. I told you to let me control it, to push myself against you. It took a few moments. I hate these first few moments, where I am in pain, where I am uncomfortable and wish I could be like other girls who love anal sex. And then, it became easier. I became pleasurable, it became fantastic. When everything is relaxed and looser. The first few times we did this, I could lay there, motionless, waiting for it to be over, but this time, I became an active receiver, pulling myself up against you, feeling you thrust deeper in hard, until I felt you come. I could feel your dick spasm, pulsate, vibrate inside me.

In the morning, while I was making breakfast, you asked me if I had enough sex. I said no. Were you honestly expecting another answer?

Even this morning, my muscles are sore from the last 24 hours of bending, arching, pounding, and loving.
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