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Not sure how to start other than this is a true story about two men who meet on the now defunct Craigslist Personals. It was in December. About two weeks before Christmas. He had come to my city from Brazil, but New York more directly. I was on the rebound from a busted relationship. My MO was to try to hook up with a guy during that time. And so we came together, and this story is written after we have been together a few months.
I wanted to tell him how much my slut side that he opened up was hurting. I was really needing cock. His cock.
But he hurt me, and now must pay the price. Will he take it like a man, or not? I am going to have to give him a good bitch slappin. Not sure what that means yet, but he better be ready to pay the price when it comes. It's time for him to put our or get out of town, or at least out of my pants.
All that being said, I got a nice warm shower to relax, just like we used to. I slowly caressed my body with the soapy wash cloth, feeling it slide over me. After crossing my nipples I took my free hand and ran my finger around it. I pressed on some of the sensitive spots he revealed to me, exposing them. Now they need to be touched and given attention, wanting to be naked, exposed, and exploited, again.
As the soap covered me, I remembered how turned on that would make him. His cock would be hard now from touching my body. His hands feeling their way around me. The slipperiness would get him more excited, and he would close my now open legs to allow his cock to slide between the tight inner crease of my inner thighs. I now knew I loved that feeling. A man coming on to me, hard and turned on, sliding his cock between my legs. The penetrating erotic rhythm of cock coming at me, on to me. Hard cock speaks a language all it's own.
Which is strange because I believe a beautiful woman could be the most beautiful creature in the universe. Just the sight of their form can turn me on. They can distract me immediately.
When I would get intimate with a woman it was intoxicating in so many ways. Their smell filling my nostrils. The feel of their softer skin. I loved running my fingers through a woman's hair. At least up until this happened.
I allowed the experience of it. Have no idea why others don't, nor do I know why I did. Is it just part of our nature to want to be touched, aroused? Following erotic paths not willing to be taken by others, I accepted his advance. We would take each other to experiences few people ever have, just in my opinion, as I have no idea for sure, and can't speak for the anonymous masses. Do you think they experience this?
Then I rinsed myself off and looked forward to drying off. As I shut off the shower, I grabbed for the towel and felt it's incredibly soft texture. I began to press it against my naked wet body. The sensations returned again. Placing one foot on the edge of the tub, I cupped the crevice formed where my leg connects to my body the way he did. Slowly using the excuse of drying to touch me down there, in forbidden places to most. But we pushed each other across the line. Willing participants in our own debauchery. Or was it?
What came next really surprised me, and made me realize so much. I grabbed the blow dryer which I had not used for many months. I slowly allowed the air to blow in to my armpits. Then over my chest hair and down to the heavier hair on my stomach. Then down to my pubic hair. Just the way he would dry me.
Then I lifted my balls and opened my legs, feeling the exhale of the blower on my taint and up into my anal crack. I put it behind me and spread my cheek with one hand while I aimed the machine at my ass hair target, which it quickly dried and caused to blow freely in it's wind. Finally down my legs, and lifting my feet to dry myself completely from head to toe. It was erotic. It was also neurotic.
Such is the relationship of an addict to a neurotic.
Which is our problem. He pushes my addiction buttons. I push his neurotic ones. We can't help it, but that's what we do, and will never be able to reconcile. He is Mister Clean, gloves on, showers, and tooth brushing precursors of sex. While I'm grabbing his sweaty balls in my mouth, smelling and snorting his raw manhood. Follow the expression of animal instinct. I like to think they are Celtic Irish desires of a lusty heritage. Letting him use my ass for his sex. But I'm using his sex just as well. All unnatural to most people, yet I do them, for him. He says this is what he wants, but with his business analytical side he can't seem to put a coherent explanation of it to me. He loves me for it, yet it turns off the neurotic part of him, turning him against me. Confusing us both.
Yet we turn each other on. From the subtle ways women have turned me on when intimate, I now use them to turn him on. I position my body in ways to pleasure him, and allow him access to wonders and treasures he could never have imagined. I tease him with my small breasts and present them to him, which he readily grabs and takes my nipples for his oral fixation. And he is gifted with a well endowed specimen of man sex, and knows how to use it to tease me. He drags his balls across my face, nose, and eyes, making me learn them intimately. Tease me into wanting it. Which I do, taking his stiffness for my oral fixation.
When he took my mouth, or my mouth took him, another mystery to me. He was dominant for sure, and had to know he was taking me to be turned on. He loved I was submissive to him. Yet I was the one turning him on, so who had who? See what I mean? I felt very powerful sexually.