Any port in a storm

Most stories are made to help mark down the great times in someone’s life. Even when the story is a tragedy it’s a great thing in their life because it shows that they got past it. This isn’t one of those stories. I am not beyond the problem or doing some magnificent work. This isn’t speaking on the trials I faced or the abyss I was pulled from. All in all this isn’t really a story. It’s more of a public journal entry. This isn’t my past or my future. It’s what I am dealing with still to this day.

I didn’t turn to the bottle or drugs to get me away from my problems. I turned to women. Maybe women are my problem? So turning to them would seem like facing it but I don’t think hookups are going to fix it. You know what. I get to share exactly what I want. I get to be the unreliable narrator for this… narrative. I am a dashing man… I have windswept raven black hair and green eyes that will remind you of the hills of Ireland. I am writing this to turn an experience I had into something more. I will do magic! I will turn my night of escapism into a story of escapism. So look towards this flourish so I can hide the card you picked to be pulled later.

The shotgun effect on dating sites may seem like a lot of work but really its like tying your shoes. You do it enough and you don’t even have to think about what you are saying. You just loop, swoop, and pull in a woman for a night. I wish I could say that night’s woman was different. That instead of using the same pick up lines and faux vulnerability I really spoke to her. That I could feel she is different. That she would be the key to moving past what I needed to. That with her help I would see myself as someone who deserves to be happy. She wasn’t though. She had a fantastic set of tits.

It took a couple of times but I realized how important it is to have a clean and orderly place when you are having come by. After Naomi ordered the uber I did the last minute picking up. Put away the plates and even made the bed. I know, why make the bed right before you get it all gross and sticky? Just trust me that you want to do it. People look at the place someone lives as a reflection of them. I don’t want them to know I have two and a half plates or my laundry still gets done at my mom’s place. So I hide it. Also, I changed out of my sweats into some fresh smelling shorts. Don’t want to look the slob. Putting some beers on the coffee table is a nice touch. It was the last thing I did when she texted me she was outside.

Naomi didn’t play coy with why she was here. She didn’t sit on the couch after cracking open her beer. She didn’t come across town to catch up on Breaking Bad or tell me about what ever crap was happening at work. She was here because I promised to eat her pussy until she used the safety word(hedgehog). She enjoyed the free beer and asked me where my bedroom was. I lead her into my at least semi clean room and didn’t ask about her work. It was almost professional how she was going about this… Not that kind of professional.

She was wearing standard black yoga pants and a tshirt with some band logo on the front when she walked through my bedroom door. As she got closer to the bed both her pants and shirt fell down and mine followed suit. Like I said earlier she had fantastic tits and they were now shining under the light coming into my room from the street lamps. Her eyes weren’t paying any attention to the minimal set up of my room. She wasn’t thinking about how sparse my bookcase looked. She was looking at my half stiff cock as she sit on the end of my bed.

As I made my way to her I got on my knees and start to feel up her calves. Lifting a leg to kiss it. Keep the early attention on her and maybe she would reward me with letting me cum where I want the first time. My lips travel up her smooth leg to her inner thigh. Her back is laying down in my bed. She doesn’t look at me as I do some light worshipping of her. Her fingers running through my hair gives me enough of a confirmation that she is buying what I am selling so far. The lace on her panties have a damp spot. I nuzzle the mound before me. Restraining myself to an extent. I want to taste her. I want my tongue to glide up her wetness but its better to allow ramp up in these situations. I tease instead. Keeping the fabric between us is the last bastion of restraint. Once she slides those down we will be buckled into the ride.

Her patience breaks before mine. Her green painted nails slide the lace to the side and invites me to eat. My tongue flattens at the base of her slit and slowly I lick up the length of her. The first taste is always the sweetest. It’s just like the first pour of bourbon. The first drink uncorks everything else. Some more slow licks happen before I pay close attention to her clit. Just the tip of my tongue goes to flick. Now I place my lips around it and slowly suck and rub it with my tongue. Making sure to moan deeply enough that it travels from my throat up through my jaw. Middle finger starts to make its way inside. I am on my knees until I hear hedgehog and a giggle.

I didn’t look up at my work until she starts to giggle. Her flush cheeks and hard pierced nipples right in front of me. I can see a couple beads of sweat on her brow. There is a moment we don’t touch. I give her a respite before I kiss up her stomach. Her stomach starts to move up my bed at the same time. Making me travel twice as far as I thought I would have to go before I land on the metal in her nipple. At this point my stiff cock is felt on her leg and she rubs it as I suck on her nipple. The taste of metal and warm skin is a potent mix. I feel hands on my back trying to get me to continue the climb up. Obliging I kiss her when I reach the summit. The smile on her lips made me believe she enjoyed her taste more than even I did.

With her legs starting to wrap around my waist I positioned my cock at the entrance of her already soaked pussy. “Fuck me like you miss me baby.” whispered in my ear

The hot air on my neck blew lust inside me. I started to fill her and gave her the groan of real appreciation. I was completely in this moment now. I didn’t have anything else to think about besides her underneath me.

Even if I wanted to think of something besides fucking Naomi her nails in my back wouldn’t let me escape right here. When I started to pick up the speed and force her nails would dig a little bit deeper. She was marking me on my performance.

While her nails were dug into me she would lift her head to lick the sweat off my chest. This felt like running a race after downing hot sauce. My body was on fire in more ways than one.

“Thats it baby. Work this pussy. Fuck me!”

My lungs were gassed and I didn’t dare cum yet. We were buckled in, hitting every crazy turn on this ride, and I didn’t want to get off.

I tried closing my eyes and gritting my teeth. Trying to numb myself to this so it can keep going. If I just left this for a moment maybe I could transcend it. When I tried to though her palm landed flush with my face. She wouldn’t let me leave her there.

Being in the moment still and now pissed I fucked her like I wanted her to turn to dust.

“Choke me”

So very happily my hand met her throat. Making sure to keep the pressure on her windpipe light I started to tighten my grip.

“You fucking bitch” It was then I noticed it was blood dripping from my back. I wasn’t really upset with her. It was just such a rush of everything that speaking normally wouldn’t do. I didn’t want to fuck her anymore. I wanted to rip her to shreds right here on my bed. I wanted her to collapse in such pleasure that she would ask if I have an inhaler.

After she tapped on my wrist to let go I told her,” Get on all fours for me.”

Her back was moving up and down like a cardiogram as she waiting for me to fuck her from behind. It wasn’t just me who was gassed.

Spreading her ass I spit between her cheeks. She was still wet but I wanted to demean her just a bit. Still feeling the marks in my back had me a bit sore.

I gripped her hips and rode her as hard as I could. We were so far from restraint it would have taken a spaceship to get back there.

I was using her pussy as my space ship to leave everything behind. Traveling at light speed to get to where I needed. My destination was to cum all over her face.

“Get on your knees for me.”

We both moved off the strewn bed back to the floor of my room. My cock was wet with your juices and her face was red from exertion.

“Kiss the tip for me.”

Seeing her pucker those pinks lip and plant them on my cock was the last thing Naomi ever did for me. She didn’t suck on my balls or help coax out my load. I did that all on my own. Fucking my own hand I made sure to aim for her face as I exploded.

That was my escape.

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