Author: Pullmeinside

Jackamo [MF] [guess my name] [pussy juice] [multiple orgasms]

“It’s a good thing we get along so great in bed,” I said, “Because I don’t think we could ever actually share a meal together.”

She agreed. While my cooking skills had warmed the hearts of many, she would not thaw for anything other than deli turkey, like a child. Like her child. Turkey was the one food I generally refuse to eat. But she was the first date I had in over a year who actually contributed weed of her own, and the only girl I knew who had no problem dealing with the snow, thanks to her jeep with a Rudolph head strapped on to the front. She was an awkward, silly girl who always found it funny when I told her I thought she was tough and sexy.

We got stoned and made out, listening to music as she sat on my lap. We sang along to “Iko Iko,” which I only knew from Warren Zevon’s failed debut album, and she only knew from her daughter’s children songs.

*My grandma and your grandma were sittin by the fire.*

*My grandma told your grandma, I’m gonna set your flag on fire.* Read more »

I couldn’t remember her name [MF] [pussy abuse] [recovery]

The Ikea mattress had only been with me a few months and was already destroyed. It was hardly meant to support someone of my own weight, much less two or three people. The rows of pocket coil springs were splayed and bulging and pushed way into my back. It was a temporary replacement anyway since I was tired of sleeping on the couch.

At the store, when they show you the mattress, and the insides, it looks logically beautiful, rationally comfortable. But even a good idea, turned on its head, will hurt your back. And now I tried envisioning the mattresses’ topography, based on how it felt. My right thigh rested within its abyssal plain, while my left was beached on a shore of pillows. My head lay off the face of the earth, staring out into the exosphere.

“No more boots on the bed,” I muttered to myself. Read more »

High Holidays [MF] [drugs] [blowjob] [biracial] [granny]

She named my dick “Larry.”

Larry. Of all possible names, she chose an actual human man’s name. Though, a man’s name from a different culture, would have been less questionable. If she named my cock and balls Faraz, I would have worn it openly. That would have been exotic. But Larry is some lame cousin you see on High Holidays who piles beet horseradish on the gefilte fish. A better Jewish name would be something like Yitzhak because it gets in the back of your throat, or something that sounds cooler, like Lazar Wolf from Fiddler on the Roof – you think I’m after your cow but I really want your daughter. I later told my Friend about it, and he claimed two different women independently named his penis “Fred.”

These distractions aside, she knelt before me in front of the couch, and hugged Larry with her hands and gave him kisses and I dipped my paring knife into the pink baggie and brought it up to my nose for a little bump. While I often find myself unable to concentrate, or focus my attention on important tasks, I love multitasking vices.  Read more »

Nothing is Perfect [mf] [choking] [biracial]

Full post available at my blog of erotic memoirs: https://lustintheageofanxiety.wordpress.com/2015/12/29/nothing-is-perfect/

Jennifer and I finished fucking and it was a long aggressive session, and I took off the cock rings and I stopped recording, and the bed was on fire so I got up and walked into the living room and sat in the lazyboy and tried to expose as much of my surface area as possible to the cool air, and my balls lay on the recliner fabric like a panting dog tongue, and I got a text from this girl asking if I was getting into anything good tonight, and I chuckled with heavy breath, and Miley Cyrus was on Jimmy Fallon and the sound was still off, and she was wearing some sort of rasta k-pop thing, and I noticed there were shards of viagra still on the tv stand, and I smoked a bowl and reclined naked and tapped an ice cold coke and everything was perfect. Read more »