One for my baby and one for the road… creampie and tears [f/m]

I'm going to apologize for this post ahead of time. This post will involve feelings and it won't be all sexy hot but it's important I share some place. I have to get it out of me so it doesn't eat me up inside. Please be gentle.

I have been seeing a Marine for the last couple of months. Short but sexy, washboard abs, cute little ass- gorgeous brown eyes, dark hair and tan skin. I'm a big girl, blue eyes, blond, grabbable tits and big ass. Next to him I feel like an amazon. Both of us are hot for each other. Our sexual chemistry is like fireworks. The weekend before Thanksgiving we fucked each other's brains out for 6 days in a row. New record for us. Snow cock blocked us this past weekend. I only saw him Saturday and last night.

We had a pretty serious convo on Monday night about our sexual history and he tells me what he went through as a boy. I don't want to get into it, suffice it to say, he was pretty messed up as a kid and it's heart breaking but it was intimate. He was teased as a kid and was trying to get girls to like him.

He calls yesterday (Tuesday) and says he can only stay an hour but he really needs to see me. I just got out of the shower when he arrived, my hair was wet – I was wearing my hoodie shirt, and sweatpants – commando style.

He walks in the door with my Band of Brothers box set. I lent it to him but we spent many weekends watching it and fucking like animals. My heart sank "Oh no… what's going on? We were watching that together" He said that he was stuck at home all weekend and that he finished watching it. He had his military haircut and he was a bit more reserved than before. I was clueless but I allowed our rendezvous to continue.

We talked a minute. I told him that I felt like he was pushing me out because he can't host – he assures me that his circumstances were real – his landlord was holding a prayer vigil, altar, creche and everything every night. He was living in their basement and she was keeping a shrine for the Christmas season. Since his room doesn' have a door, he has no privacy. We hold each other's hands on his knee.

I saw a wet spot on his knee he mentions that he was looking under his car to see if he could figure out what was wrong. I teased him about his car is only good 9 months out of the year then reassuring him that I only tease people I like and never mean any harm.

At the next lull in our convo, he reaches out to unzip my hoodie revealing my breasts. He loves it when I give him easy access – it turns him on when I wear skirts without panties on – he kisses me then gets up to undress and pulls off his shirt. His chest and flat stomach are covered in soft dark hair with a coarse patch on his chest and a black line of hair going down his torso to his hard cock. I'm a sucker for treasure trails, especially ones on a fit body, I always want to go for the candy. The sight is sensual in candle light and I delight in it after our love sessions.

He was moving quick this time, almost desperate to get started. I joke when he does this and mimic him "Take off your clothes, get naked" he smiles at me. I oblige and take off my hoodie and pants. We get into bed and he lays me back, kissing me, he tries to tease me but I was dry so he goes down, playing with my pussy. He's got me trained well by now and the way he eats my pussy, massaging my g-spot gets me going.

We discussed during our previous text exchange of me riding him. I was always worried about my size but he reassured me that he would love it and can hold me. Using that as fuel, I wove a fantasy for him which made us both hot and touching ourselves. He asks for a picture of my wet pussy so I sent him 3. He tells me that he uses them to get off and hopes that it's okay. Duh, that's why I sent them. I like knowing he was beating off to the sight of my wet pussy and felt honored he wanted mine.

He was going to mount me and I stopped him "I thought I was going to get on top." "Really?! I want that!"

He lays back on the bed as I get on my knees and swing a leg over him, getting into reverse cowgirl. We get into position as he teases my pussy and I help guide him in. I lower myself onto him and I here him moan "Yesss… oh that's goood" I do a pre-fuck check to gauge my clearance and to feel out his tolerance. I felt powerful and sexy.

Our favorite go-to position when we need to finish is doggy style, Reverse cowgirl hits my pussy like doggy style and so it makes me hot. I start to bounce on my knees, alternating with hip swivels and plenty of me grinding my pussy onto his balls. I play with my clit and I can feel my pussy stretch and hold onto his cock.Every time I grind he moans with joy and finally says "I wish I could use my camera." "What stopping you?" I grab his phone and hand it to him. He lets me fuck him while he happily snaps pictures of me on his cock, my pussy on his cock and my asshole. He's in heaven. He grabs my hips and pulls me onto him, sometimes fucking me back, always

I try to continue but eventually have to throw in the towel. He suggests finishing in doggy so we assume the position. I get on my knees and he enters me confidently and fucks me like he's knocking nickles out my ears. I feel so good but even his incredible stamina has an end. He growls like a beast when he climaxes, mixed with "Oh shit! Grrrrr-ahhhhhhh! Ahhhh" holding onto my ass and pulling on it as he pumps my pussy full of his hot seed. I can feel him him and suddenly he cries "Oh god I'm cumming again! Ahhhh! " This was new and I really liked it. I always wanted a double load from him. As we finish, I suggest he look at my pussy. "I get to see the creampie? Oh yessss!" I let him take some more pictures as I push out some cum for him which gets him so crazy. It was so full that I felt a bit push out then that hot semen slowly works it's way down my cunt and fall on the bed. He was so happy he gushed how hot it was.

My orgasm didn't happen yet and it's so sexy to me to use his cum as lube so I pull out my hitachi that I keep bedside. I lay on my back, spread my legs wide, one knee bent up so he can see me grind one out. He really gets into it. He gets in between my legs, his face near my pussy and intently looks at my pussy. "I want to see what happens" and he takes his fingers and holds my inner labia open. This gets me hotter feeling my pussy spread open for him. It doesn't take me long to orgasm and I let out a moan and then a scream. I can feel myself squirting and he confirms it for me "I have taught you how to squirt, now you can do it all the time." I laugh because he has brought a lot out of me in bed and I love him for it.

We climb into each others arms in the afterglow. I detect a smell of sex and I kiss down his stomach and sniff his cock. It smells like me and him. I said "You'll probably want to take a shower to get it off." "No" he responds, "I want to smell like you."

In the next moment "I have to leave you. I've been recalled and I will be gone for 6 months." I hear him swallow hard.

I was a military brat and had a previous relationship in my 20's with an army mechanic. Goodbyes are hard but common but they get easier. In the past 17 years some of that toughness has worn off since my dad retired and I stopped seeing the mechanic. I can crawl back into that shell but it doesn't fit like it used to.

I felt my heart break and in a second I knew I was going to cry. I put my head down so I could hide my tears. I didn't want him to see them. I'm weeping now as I type this. I'm so sorry Gonewildstories. I'm laying out this story the best way I can. I just need to get this out of me before I can heal from this blow. Sex can be therapeutic but it can also hook you, especially when you start to catch feelings.

"I understand you have to go. I've said goodbyes like these. I just thought I would neer have to do it again." I try to hold my shit together. The last thing a service member needs to see are tears of their loved ones as they leave. When they're called they have to leave. You can't stop a service member from leaving. But it tears them up as much. They may look like stone and respond to orders but their hearts are still flesh and blood.

"Please don't cry. It'll only be 6 months if we don't go to war. Before you know it I'll be back."

We have to discuss our relationship quickly before he leaves. He must leave in a few moments because he had to get the vehicle he borrowed back to their owners so they can go to work. He has to focus on getting things done before he leaves for Junction City to ship out to the coast for training.

"I'm not saying goodbye. It's 'see you soon.' It'll up to you if you want to wait.::If you're asking I will do it in a heartbeat:;

I know that you are a sexual being and will understand if you need to find someone." ::No I don't…. I want you dammit.::

I knew it was time to spill the beans on what I felt in my heart. "I really want to know how you feel about me. Is there anything there? Because if there is, I would have some hope."

"I knew this was a possibility so I have been holding back and was enjoying our sexual relationship." I felt sad.

"I understand. This means we can't make any promises to each other. I will do my best but please promise when you come home, to at least let me know you are okay or I will always wonder what happened to you."

We talk about what entails. He can't take his phone to training (they take away just about everything. incl cell phones. No calls. Doesn't know where he'll be yet. Probably will be on a ship where there is only satellite phones. He won't be staying at his (soon to be old place) since he cannot pay 6 months in advance. Cell number changing. He will come back to find me when he's back. He promises to come back.

We work out a solution over text. I want to write him so we exchange email addresses. I hope I will see him later and safe. I hope we will hold each other again. I hope that something will develop. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise – I can work on getting my life together and finish my divorce. We can let things cool off and maybe if the chemistry is truly there, we can pick up where we left off and this was the option left on the table.

We were going to see The Force Awakens. We were so excited. It'll be a bit empty for me now. He say it hurts to go and that he's not made of stone. I know, Marine. At least you said it.

I don't know what kind of people we'll be when we see each other again. I hope we're better for it and in a good place. I hope that the separation is a good thing because if it wasn't meant to be, 6 months will help us. If it was meant to be, we know we can handle it.

Until then, Marine stay focused and six months will fly past us if there is no war. You have my support and if you ask for anything and I have it to give, I will give it to you.

Thank you for your service, God bless America

OORAH!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3v87ej/one_for_my_baby_and_one_for_the_road_creampie_and

1 comment

  1. As a Marine, I love this story. It’s true, so many people see the tough exterior of Marines and they forget that deep down it really does hurt us to leave our loved ones behind. You don’t want to show this fear of leaving because it can easily be misconstrued as a fear of where we’re going. The last thing you want to show your loved ones is your fear of where you’re going. The fear of walking into the unknown. It’s our job to protect them from seeing this so they don’t worry more than they already are. Sorry, reading that story just brought up some very old buried feelings. It was a very beautiful story.

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