Bloodbath

She was quirky. He had never met anyone like her before. Her profile was funny, informed and well thought out. She was definitely a fireball. In her profile she said she was a Sapiaphile (attracted to intelligence). He was a little apprehensive about messaging her but was also really intrigued. She was attracted to intelligence and pirates. Funnily enough they might have been a perfect match. He was fascinated by the piracy on the high seas and age of Privateers as well. Pirates of the Caribbean was one of his favorite movie franchises and Black Sails his favorite binge on weekends. It also helped that he was an amputee…below knee amputee.

Her profile challenged men to intrigue her with their intelligence.
Now not being overly cocky or confident he wasn’t actually sure how to go about this. So he said the smartest thing he could think of. He rattled off the formula for Ohms Law. Its a relatively basic law of energy, electricity to be more specific. It looks like this: E= IxR…or voltage equals current multiplied by the resistance of the circuit. Unfortunately being a little nervous and intimidated by a woman who obviously responds to intelligence, he screwed it up. The message he actually sent was something like :voltage = current divided by the current of the circuit. ?

Well, she was smart enough to know that what he sent was NOT indeed the formula for Ohms law. Upon seeing that she thought he might be retarded, or just googled “formulas to impress the ladies on POF with” and was just going to delete and block his message. That’s right, she was a BLOCKER. Anyway, just as she was about to delete me and remove him from existence forever she had a change of heart, “He did try really hard after all” she said.

She messaged him back, calling him out on the misquote of the Law.

They hit it off. The banter began. Conversation flowing effortlessly. They were very compatible. Although they had vastly different backgrounds they did see a lot of things the same way. They were both a little nerdy in the type of humour and shows they liked. Both were intelligent and could discuss almost anything without the awkward silences in conversation that can happen when two people don’t really have much in common.

Where he had a tendency to more conservative outlooks and views on the world, she was 100% a hippy. Despite these differences, they clicked. The flirting intensified, they knew there was a strong sexual attraction. They knew though that things could be very different in person. That had happened all too often. They would have to meet. She lived in a town about an hours drive away so they would have to plan for a meeting when they would be able to get together.

He had to travel through the following weekend, wouldn’t be able to stay for much longer than a drink on his way through. This would actually be perfect though. If there was chemistry he could stop in on his way back for a more intimate visit. If it wasn’t there, he wouldn’t have burned the fuel for an awkward date.

So they arranged to meet in a local sports bar for a drink as he was on his way through town. He got there first, sipping his drink slowly as he waited for her to arrive. Every time the door to the bar would open his heart would skip a beat in nervous anticipation.

Just as he was about to text her to see if everything was alright there was a sweet “Hello there” from across the table. As he was looking at his phone she had snuck in and was standing there, across from him, waiting to be invited to sit down.
Startled, he stood up, walked over to her, greeted her with an enthusiastic “You made it!” he pulled out her seat and helped her get comfortable.

She was stunning! Beautiful red hair, long, loose curls, big green eyes and a beautiful smile. He was hooked. He could tell that she felt the same way. She stared at his strong jawline and intense brown eyes. They were mesmerized by each other. The chemistry they had online was nothing compared to the sparks that flew across the table between the two of them. She had worn a sexy one piece jumper, plunging neckline and a slit that run from her ankles to her hips.

She adjusted her chair so she was a little closer to him, more intimate. As she adjusted her seating position he couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t seem to be wearing any panties under that jumper. She caught his eye and saw what he was looking at. She blushed ever so slightly. “I hope you don’t mind but its so warm and I really hate to wear underwear, especially in this outfit.” The sly grin that followed that statement proved that she really wasn’t all THAT sorry.
That’s when he blushed a little. “No, not at all, after all I really want you to be…comfortable” he said with a mischievous smile of his own.
They continued to talk, and flirt. As she was telling a story from her childhood he reached across the table at one point and stroked the inside of her wrist as it lay on the table. She visibly shivered at his touch, distractedly forgot what she was saying and let out a small girlish giggle. She pulled her hand away and placed them in her lap.

Maybe that was the wrong move he worried. She continued with her story. But as she talked he could see her hands on her legs. Rubbing her thighs through the light cotton material. Despite never missing a word in her story, her eyes darted around the busy bar room. Catching his eye, she slid her hand inside the slit of her jumper, pulling it open enough that he could see everything. She spread her legs just enough so he would have a good view, and only he would. She kept talking, but his eyes were transfixed on her hand. Stroking her naked, smooth, silky white thigh. Up to the freshly shaved lips. Her perfectly manicured fingers rubbing her clit. Even in this dim light he could see that she was getting wet. A few times she paused for a second in her story, catching her breath, before continuing on.

At that point he interrupted and started talking. He realized she was having difficulty concentrating on doing two things at once. And at this point, the plot of her story was not the climax he was interested in. He would never be able to tell you what it was he talked about while watching her pleasure herself in front of him. The look on her face as she slid first one finger inside, then two, all while trying not to look like she was up to something was such a huge turn on. As if any of this couldn’t be the most erotic moment of his life. As she reached that moment that people have lied, betrayed and killed to achieve, she grabbed his hand with her free hand, closed her eyes bent her head down. To anybody looking on they would just think she had received some bad news and he was comforting her. She did her best to try to hide the fat she was having an epic orgasm in the middle of her favorite sports bar.
Just as she relaxed her grip on his hand his phone rang. She smiled, and with an exhausted creak in her voice she told him to take it…she would have to go to the bathroom anyway.

When she came back to the table he had an anguished, disappointed look on his face.
“What is it” she asked, sincere concern in her voice.

He proceeded to tell her that the job he was on his way to do had become an emergency situation and he would have to leave immediately.

So disappointing, this had turned out to be an amazing date and just when they were both wanting to do nothing else but tear each others clothes off, he had to go.
In a very sincere and understanding tone she told him that she would still be around when he came back through and that she wanted nothing else but to pick up right where they left off. So with a heavy heart, and heavier cock, he hugged her, gave her a very long, passionate kiss that hinted at things to come and left for his work trip.

They kept in touch over the next few days, texting, calling and video chatting. It wasn’t all sexual, but there was always that undercurrent of heat between them. They knew that for most people, what had happened in the bar would be the highpoint of their sexual activity. This however was just the beginning. The knowledge of that created an ever persistent ache for both of them.
The day finally came when the job was over and he would be returning home, therefore returning to her. She messaged him her address, she knew him well enough now through their constant communication that he was somebody he could trust.

When he arrived at her house and knocked she opened the door, but instead of a big smile on her face she looked troubled, disappointed.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, quite concerned.

She proceeded to inform him that she had started her period a few hours ago and that she was completely heartbroken, she had been so excited to see him and spend time together. They were still quite new to each other so she wasn’t entirely sure how he would react. Would he get frustrated, turn around and go home? She didn’t really know what to expect.

He gave her a big hug, said it was great to see her, and not to worry about it. He was just happy to see her and spend time with her if that’s what she wanted. She was visibly relieved, and more than a little pleased. There was something here after all, more than just great sexual chemistry. So she invited him in and he dropped his backpack on the floor and made himself comfortable.
They settled in to the living room, cuddled up on the couch to watch the latest P.o.t.C. movie. It was great being together, snuggled under the blanket as they were, but that ever present electricity was there as usual. As he played wither hair and stroked her hair he could tell it was arousing her, she started playing with his chest, running her fingers across it. Everytime he would find a sensitive spot he could feel her did her fingers into his chest.

She unbuttoned his jeans, feeling his erection springing up from under the restrictive clothing. She knew what his cock looked like from their many video chats but having right there, so close and all hers to touch, to stroke, to please was exhilarating. Without any prompting by him or even any hesitation on her part she slid off the couch to her knees, took the base of his cock in her hand and enveloped the head between her beautiful luscious lips. He let out a sign. Her mouth was so warm, so soft, so wet. She handled his member like a pro. She had definitely done this before. Her technique was a a master artist. Every flick of her tongue, movement of her jaw, increase or decrease in suction and pressure exactly what he would have directed her to do, but he didn’t have to. She knew what he wanted, what his cock needed before he did. It was completely satisfying. He was not prone to early ejaculation. In fact he usually had the opposite problem. Many times no matter how much he wanted it, he couldn’t cum. And rarely if ever from oral. But this time was different, he could feel his balls tightening, asshole puckering, every muscle in his body contracting, getting ready, waiting, anticipating that inevitable moment of no return.

“You had better stop, I’m going to cum” he breathed hoarsely to her. She never stopped for a moment but he could tell she was smiling now. She kept up what she was doing. Sucking, slathering is cock with her tongue. Just as she took the whole thing in and deep into her throat she stroked the base deeper into her throat. The impending became the inevitable as his hips thrust upward, trying to drive his beast ever deeper into her mouth. His body shuddered, he held his breath as he felt it happening. He could feel the orgasm starting in his ass, through his balls, pumping his thick cream into his object of desire. She never stopped, if anything he could tell this fueled her desire to please him. It seemed as if this orgasm would never end. He always held his breath when he came. It was involuntary, it seemed to amplify and prolong the orgasm but on this occasion the length of the orgasm and intensity was causing him to black out. Finally he was done. The after shocks still wracking his body, involuntary spasms every once in awhile shaking him. He just lay back in total exhaustion, completely spent, completely satisfied.

She looked up at him, beautiful green eyes filled with hope and expectation. She licked her lips, cleaning anything that seemed to miss her mouth and asked “was that ok”?
Was that ok? He thought…”OMG baby that was incredible!” he almost shouted.
She enthusiastically jumped back up on the couch into his lap.

“I’m so glad you liked it, I know how disappointed you were when I told you tonight and I just wanted to make sure I took care of you”.

She was an amazing woman. He knew he would have to repay the favor in some way.
While she was straddling him on the couch he kissed her deeply, still tasting himself on her lips, her mouth and tongue. Their make out session got more and more intense. She was grinding herself into his still hard cock. She was letting out small moans every time it would push up against her throbbing clit. She was flushed, breathing rapidly and heart racing. He knew that she needed a release. Picking her up effortlessly in his arms he carried her into her bedroom. There was no hesitation, no protest, she didn’t care about anything else I the world right now but what was happening, what was about to happen.
Getting into the room he lay her down on the bed, and started undressing her. Kissing her as he removed clothing. The lighting was very low, almost dark so there was little reason to be shy. He had her naked on her back, and even in this dim light he could see she was flawless, a goddess he wanted worship with all his soul.

He was naked in no time. Kissing her passionately he took her breasts in his mouth, licking, sucking and flicking the nipples with his tongue. Her nipples were extremely sensitive and he thought she might have already had a small orgasm from the attention he gave them. He slid his hand down between her thighs. She eagerly opened them wide as he stroked her clit. she let out a faint moan, causing him to get hard again. As he stimulated her externally, lips, clit, perineum and rimmed her asshole he could smell her arousal. The coppery smell present told him she wasn’t lying about her period but he didn’t care, if anything it fired him up and fueled his desire to please her He slid one finger in, then another. She was tight and wet. Less of a watery wet and more sticky, he knew how good it would feel to be inside her. She groaned as he stroked her G-spot with his fingers. Her hips kept raising off the bed to push him in deeper. She took his hand in both of hers, feeling the muscles in his forearm that were guiding his fingers inside. He could tell she was cumming even before the moans and cries escaped her mouth. Her vagina tightening so hard it felt like it was trying to expel his fingers entirely. He knew he wanted to have his cock in her when she came. She was so loud and the spasms shook her. He had so much respect for how hard she tried to hide her orgasm in the bar last week when he saw how she is when she lets go. She squirted all over his hand and arm, cumming over and over and over. All the time he stimulated her G-spot with two fingers and her clit with his thumb. Just when it seemed she was done she came again and again. Finally, exhausted and dehydrated she begged him to stop. She couldn’t take any more.

He was satisfied that he did a good job. He knew there would be a mess t deal with but he didn’t care, his self satisfaction keeping him in the moment.

As she started to relax and her breathing returned to normal, he kissed her, gently, on the lips. It was very tender for a few minutes but he could tell she was ready to go again when she began sucking on and biting his lips, feverishly devouring him.

He pushed her back away from him and he readied himself. She was eagerly anticipating his hard cock inside her, but that’s not what happened next. He slid down to the bottom of the bed and the next thing she knew she could feel his tongue on her clit.

“no, you can’t, I haven’t showered yet” she throatily gasped, still in the throes of arousal.
When he just chuckled she knew it was payback for what she did for him earlier. Realizing that he was fully aware of what he was doing, she gave in, and it wasn’t long before she was begging to be fucked. He wasn’t so quick to comply though. He wanted to make sure she was fully taken care of. He kept at her clit with his mouth and tongue until she cried out in ecstasy and he knew she was done cumming.

At that point he made his way up her body, kissing every inch of her silky smooth skin as he went. When got to her face she grabbed him and kissed him. It was as tough two vampires were celebrating their most recent victory in an erotic embrace. She grabbed his cock and desperately moved into place and then grabbing his hips she pulled him into her.

Absolute ecstasy couldn’t describe how that moment felt to both of them. Their bodies conforming to each other, perfectly fitting in every way possible. Long slow strokes, in and out. Hips rising and falling to meet each other. Time seemed to slow down and then stop. There was nothing in the whole world but the two of them. Fingers interlocked, staring into each others eyes in the dim light. There was fire passing between them, a tangible energy. Seemingly as if on cue they could both feel that moment arriving together. They crossed the finish line together. She could feel his hot steaming load pumping into her, seemingly never ending.

Sweating and exhausted he rolled off of her to rest. They lay in silence for a few minutes. “I better go clean up” she giggled. They both knew that this was going to be an epic mess to cleanup, but so worth it. As she got up, she swung her leg over to straddle him again, but instead of trying to fuck him she merely ground her pussy around on him…them continued to slide up his stomach and chest.
“”hey I know what you’re doing!” he laughed.
She laughed and got off, went to the bathroom to clean herself up. A few seconds later she let out a scream followed by a hilarious laugh. Coming back into the bedroom where he was still laying motionless, she turned on the lights, that’s when he saw it. She was covered from thighs to mouth in red. The sheets were red. He was even worse. It looked like a massacre and cannibal banquet all in one and they were both the participants and the meal.

They both had a good laugh and climbed into the shower to clean each other up. The bed would have to wait its turn. There was a lot more cleaning, and getting dirty to do first.

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