I first met Kylie (petite, blonde, smiley and like a catalogue model — or a cheerleader to my American friends reading) in Camden – I was helping run a monthly night we had on there, but mainly my job at this stage was to just generally be good vibes.
I was already pretty drunk that night, a good buddy at work was leaving so we’d spent a few hours in the pub. Happily for me I’m a good drunk, either through practice, physiology or mentality I’m not someone who changes personality, becomes belligerent, incoherent or any other unwanted Mr. Hyde type characteristics. I’ve had people say it took them 5 minutes or so of talking to me to realise that I was actually off my face.
Kylie was with a group of friends who I vaguely knew, she stood out instantly. She was a short girl, maybe 5’2″ and cute, had dark blonde shoulder length hair, vivid blue eyes and bright red lipstick on her thick full mouth. She was really pretty. I got introduced and I felt uncomfortable; uncomfortable because I knew I wasn’t looking my best. For starters I had a moustache. No it wasn’t Movember where every man who lives in Clapham grows a moustache for charity. I had it because I was recently single and I currently didn’t give a fuck. It made me look stupid and I found that funny and sure, any attention it got me wouldn’t be shied away from. The flip side of course was that as already noted – it was probably not making me look at my most desirable. I also had a big ol’ spot just below one end of my ‘tache I was really self conscious of as I never get them. So I felt myself kind of wincing away from her as a result.
I was outside smoking, drinking and talking with people I knew and having general banter with those around I did not. I had a free tab that night so got a round of drinks for those with me and as the drinks got drained, one by one people left to go inside until it was just me a Kylie. It’s generally a little bit hazy in my mind now, but the fact of the matter is that my tache and spot somehow didn’t put her off me because we kissed. Things didn’t progress that night, she went off to one house party and I to another.
We started swapping messages on facebook soon after, and I think after a few false starts we arranged to meet up for a drink. Things went well and we came to an unsaid arrangement whereby we’d meet up, have a good chat catching up for a good few hours as friends, drinks and fun vibes, before heading back to mine to fuck. A lot.
Maybe this is stupid to say because it’s obvious, but in the same way that I still can’t get entirely used to the fact, and am very pleased that good looking women seem to find my personality/looks attractive, I’m also incredibly thankful when it turns out that these good looking girls are sexually liberated too – it’s like finding a tenner on the street, buying a scratchcard, pocketing the change but then winning on the scratchcard too (or a much better analogy of your choosing). Kylie loved to fuck, and she was great at what she enjoyed too.
I’m a very oral person, as you’ve probably gathered – I love giving head – but I also love kissing, I don’t think it’s a thing to do for the hell of it, a password to be uttered unlocking a greater treasure, it’s a fucking hot thing in itself. I often wonder when I kiss girls who ‘can’t kiss’ whether it’s actually just a subjective thing. I mean just because I find sweetcorn offensive doesn’t mean that it actually is, it’s just not to my taste. Maybe these people with quick jabby tongues, or those who instantly start trying to lick my tonsils off have all been kissing each other: and loving it. Maybe they find my soft but firm sensual kissing to be unpleasant and I’m a bad kisser to them. But I will say that in my experience those girls who have been good in bed have also been the best kissers. Maybe they’re more in touch with their bodies, empathetically knowing how their touch will feel on me and how to enjoy and embrace their own physical pleasure by whatever means too.
Kylie was a good kisser and loved to kiss too. I’d be laid back with her tight cunt wrapped round my cock, my hands would be clamped round her hips, lifting her up, pushing and pulling her onto me as I fucked her hard from below, her hair would be disheveled sticking to the sweat on her face, heavy C cup breasts would be bouncing up and down as she moaned – then she’d pitch forwards lying on me, arching her back, her ass pushed up giving into being totally taken and pounded by me. Her mouth would latch onto mine frantically swirling her tongue into my mouth. My hands now gripping and slapping her tight ass, kissing her back our mouths locked, moaning into each others kisses – two people sweating, pounding, both lost in the abandonment of pleasure.
She was also the girl who introduced me to the g-spot. I kind of knew there was something going on there, but had never had the chance to practically embrace the workings of it. Kylie unashamedly talked to me and showed me what she liked (which is another turn on, a girl who tells me what she likes – it only makes things better for her, and I get more aroused turning her on. It’s a win-win situation)
Fucking a girl with long elegant limbs is great, holding her long shapely legs up and together whilst looking at my cock plunge into them is a beautiful thing. But fucking a more petite girl offers it’s own unique set of opportunities. I used to play sport competitively for years, and I still exercise a lot. Which means I’m able to enjoy some pretty athletic sexual endeavours.
Kylie was kinda submissive, not fully in terms of me actually dominating her – instead her submission manifested itself in a want for me to take control. We were a fair few months into fucking, when one time we went back to mine and I had the place to myself. We’d been kissing in the bar, it was dark and her hand had been stroking me to hardness in amongst everyone else there. In the cab back to mine she told me she was really wet, so I replied saying I wanted her to slip off her underwear and show me. She did as she was told and handed them to me. The sight of that stays with me, it was so arousing watching her hitch up her dress, hook her thumbs in her underwear and take them off there and then on demand for me.
As we walked up the stairs to my flat I made sure she was in front of me, my hand in between her legs, she wasn’t lying, she was really wet, my finger slid between her lips to her clit making her buckle slightly. On the landing outside of my door we kissed passionately, both so turned on. I picked her up and with a thud pushed her up against my front door, my erection connecting with her making her gasp. My hands were on her bare ass cheeks, one hand slipping further under and making contact with her wet lips. She frantically undid my belt and trousers and pawed at my cock inside. With one hand holding her up I pushed the denim restrictions down, my cock springing up and hitting her. She grabbed it and as I lifted her up she guided me into her. The lights were on, anyone could have walked up the stairs to see what the noise was but this all had the effect of making it even more of a turn on – there was no subtlety or poise to this moment, it was just pure animal passion with me thrusting hard into her, her biting my shoulder and neck to stop from screaming. We only fucked like this for a few minutes before I put her down and opened my door.
We dropped our bags, tore off our clothes and came together in my front room standing there, hot naked flesh against hot naked flesh kissing. I scooped her up in my arms and twisting her round I placed her on her knees on my sofa, her forearms resting on the back and arm of a corner. I stood behind her, my feet wide apart so I was lower and sunk myself all the way into her. Kylie had a habit of playing with herself as we fucked (I love it when a girl does) and as I started to fuck I could see that she was again now, it meant I didn’t have to think about anything beyond fucking her. We were so turned on, both of us talking absolute filth at each other, I was spanking her ass hard which only made her moan louder, talk dirtier. I got up onto the sofa with her, her tits filling my hands as I mumbled incoherent animal grunts in her ear. Fucking her harder still, I picked her up under her hips, holding her in the air relentlessly pounding her – pushing her on closer and closer to the orgasm she was yelling she was on the verge of. It was a humid night, sweat was dripping down me and everything was just pure sex.
Her breath was getting shorter, her moans more restrained, I could feel she was concentrating on cumming and this made me put her down and fuck harder. So hard in fact that as she came we broke our sofa, the back leg finally giving up under the barrage of sexual energy it was having to endure. I didn’t stop, barely noticing it as about 20 seconds later with her pleading for me to cum inside her, I finally blew my load fully and deeply inside her still spasming cunt, gripping me as I collapsed onto her moaning like a dying man. I’ve still not fixed the sofa, and there’s always a childish chortle whenever anyone asks me and my flatmates what happened.
We last met up mid way through last year. She’d been going out with a guy for a while and having recently broken up wanted to catch up. This was the first and last time I’d seen her in a while. It was nice to see her and we spent a few hours catching up again. Yes, we ended up back at mine and we had really good sex, I guess coming out of a relationship that went wrong, returning uncomplicated sex with me was a release for her. We barely slept that night, going through half a bottle of lube on each other. Her pussy lips were so swollen at one point they almost looked like they’d been stung – I had her lying on her back on top of me, her feet on the bed and spread as I pistoned in and out of her, one hand rolling her nipples in between my fingers, the other covered in lube frantically rubbing her clit till she came. I say this because it led to something which genuinely shocked me and which I still revisit.
She wanted to make me cum, so squirting lube onto both hands she started to wank me, using both of her hands twisting up and down my cock, then one hand massaging my balls whilst the other just twisted gently round the tip of me. I like to kiss when I’m being played with like that so I told her to lie next to me and kiss me. I was starting to get close with her steady rhythm, and I asked her to talk dirty for me. She raised herself up on one elbow and making steady eye contact with me she said,
“I want you to imagine me here with another girl fucking you too. I’ll be doing exactly this only there’ll be another girl on the other side of you and she’ll be kissing you. Her hand will be rubbing your balls while I stroke this big hard dick.”
I was actually shocked. This was unprompted, we’d not discussed the scenario and she’d hit the nail bang on the head when all I was expecting was just a little generic dirty chat.
“I’ll hold your dick in my hand and tell her to fuck you”
She mirrored her words by stopping and just holding the tip in her fingers.
“As I do, I’ll sit this tight wet pussy on your face and have you lick me. You won’t be able to see anything, you’ll just taste me before you feel me guide this cock into her tight little cunt, feel her slide slowly down onto you”
As she said this her hands gripped my cock and slid it slowly down before starting to wank me fast again. I didn’t last 30 seconds of this, my orgasm was so powerful I came so hard I actually hit my own face. Which made her laugh hysterically.
Kylie has a boyfriend again now and I didn’t follow up too much after, wanting to leave her to her own devices after the break up. I never did get to find out whether she’d have gone through with this with me or whether she was just a very good talker.
I’ve been sat at my desk at work with a hard cock on and off for the past half hour. I need to fuck, but instead I’m going to a talk on Greek and Roman philosophy. Pretty sure it’ll be a load of beardy guys, but here’s hoping I’m sat next to a pretty brunette French Sorbonne graduate wearing thick rimmed glasses…
EDIT: [The original post can be read here](http://themusingsof-an-unremarkableman.blogspot.com/2011/03/fuck-buddy-2.html)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6bdnu7/recollections_of_a_girl_ill_call_kylie