Alrighty, so lets talk about Shaz.
I’ve been seeing Shaz for a few months now, and I suspect her deviant nature is only just beginning to surface, even though I’ve had an inkling since our first night of hanging out together during which she confessed that she wanted to go down on another girl while I watched. She just threw it out there as a non-sequitur in a conversation that started about the Minions movie; and watched as I spluttered over my drink. I collected myself and grinned, “If it comes to that, I’ll happily watch.” She scowled, ‘fuck that, you’ll be getting involved as well.’
Nothing’s happened yet on that front, but watch this space, I’ll let you guys know how that turns out.
Shaz is a mid 30’s divorcee, and we met at a music festival through mutual friends. Nothing happened there, although we had a definite connection, albeit one fuelled by drink and drugs. We arranged to meet up a few weeks after the festival and Shaz procured a few more pills for us. We went back to hers and got naked and horizontal whilst in the throes of chemically-induced, loved-up passion.
That first night. Notwithstanding the fact that we were both hopped up on MDMA and were basically loving everything and everyone, that first night was perfect. I remember becoming instantly rock-hard as she brushed her ass against my groin on the dance floor of the Court – a gay venue in Perth. I reached around and stroked her thigh, and we were making our excuses and jumping in an Uber about 10 seconds after that. We got back to hers and literally began ripping each others clothes off. We screwed like bunnies for hours in every imaginably position and in every room in her apartment. Including on the balcony – her idea.
There was a party going on in the flat above us and as I pushed her down on the rickety wicker IKEA patio furniture, I asked, ‘Aren’t you worried about upstairs? They’ll hear.’ She grabbed me and guided me into her, moaning as I did so, ‘It’s ok. I want them to hear us.’ Damn. After what seemed liked forever, but was probably only a few minutes, we both realised that the noise from upstairs had died down and, both of us giggling, I half carried/ half dragged her into the bedroom.
Shaz is in phenomenal shape, and gets IPL, so her pussy is as soft and smooth as you could ever want. In fact, I find myself going down on her all the time, just because of how smooth it is. That first night I couldn’t tear myself away from it. Fucking her hard to within an inch of orgasm, then pulling out and going down and tonguing her relentlessly. Not to mention the fact that she tastes great. Nothing gives me greater pleasure than having her squirm and scream and grab the sheets as she fills my mouth with her cum. Now I’ve been used to pretty vanilla stuff so far in my sex life, but I think Shaz is the one to jump down the rabbit hole with, sexually speaking. I think being married for so long and being only with one guy, there’s a lot that she hasn’t done and now wants to explore. Spanking? Check. Bondage? Check. Anal, creampies, swallowing, DP, rough, nasty, treat like a slut, animalistic, raw fucking is what she wants, and I absolutely aim to please. In fact that’s it exactly. She doesn’t want to have sex. She wants to get *fucked*. I used to think that treating a girl like this would make me respect her less, but I’ve found that the opposite is true. Ironically, I think we’re only able to push these boundaries because we actually *do* respect each other.
We ended that first night doggy style in front of her floor to ceiling mirror with me pulling her hair and spanking her hard, somewhat worried that I was being too rough. I needn’t have worried at all though, as she commanded me to thrust into and spank her harder. I grunted and warned her that I was about to come. Quick as a whip, she shot forward and turned round, breathing ‘come for me’ before taking me in her mouth and swallowing every last rope of cum. She said later that that was a first for her.
‘Swallowing?’ I asked. ‘No. Having a dick in my mouth.’ Wow.
The ‘cum for me’ has become a thing for me as well. I don’t think she even realises she’s saying it, but when she does, I don’t have a chance and I blow my load within seconds. It reminds me funnily enough of Sarah-Louise, who liked to say ‘come into me’. The difference is, SJ knew exactly what she was doing in that respect. So that first night was an epic marathon of non-stop fucking, as was the Sunday recovery day. An absolutely brilliant weekend, although we paid for it heavily over the ensuing few days. Hey I’m getting older, and hangovers are lasting ever so slightly longer than they used to.
Speaking of getting older, lately there’ve been a few instances of, shall we say, failing to rise to the occasion. Initially I put it down to the seriously heavy drug use, but it’s happened without drug use as well, and the more I’ve stressed over it, the more I’ve come to dwell on an incident in my chequered past that I thought I’d dealt with, but perhaps not. Looks like it’s counseling time boys and girls. I’m a bit old fashioned and generally eschew the ‘opening up to a stranger’ approach, but I may have to bite the bullet on this one, there’re things lurking beneath my surface that I need to properly get rid of. So much for the bad boy, huh? I don’t mean to let you guys in on more than you care to know about me, but this shit’s important, yeah? Honesty, trust, and all that shite.
Shaz for her part, was stressing that it was her fault, which I never realised was a thing. Talk to your ladies fella’s, no point in both of you stressing out separately! I’ve reassured her that it’s nothing to do with her at all, and have been more than happy to please her in other ways if and when it comes to that. She has a nice little collection of vibrators that I tease her with relentlessly. Add to that the fact that she lives round the corner from an adult store, there’s no shortage of things she wants to try. I have Tim Ferris’ book, ‘The 4 Hour Body’, which I bought in order to try out the weightlifting and strength training sections, but there’s also a section entitled, ‘the 15 minute female orgasm’.
Shaz noticed this on my shelf this weekend as she was leaving and skimmed it eagerly. ‘Why haven’t you told me about this?’ she demanded.
I shrugged, “I honestly didn’t think about it. I haven’t read that book in years.’ She tossed the book at me on her way out the door, ‘Familiarise yourself.’
So there we have it, next weekend, limp dick or not, she’ll be orgasming for 15 minutes. I’ll let you guys know how that turns out as well.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/45vmbq/sexy_shaz_and_balcony_sex
good stuff