Author: writingNfuckinginLA

“You felt that, too?”

“Yes. Fuck.”

Listen, I don’t believe in karma or fate, astrology or christianity, alternate universes or spirits. I believe in serendipity and fortune. And in making your own decisions.

So after I’d picked her up in the valley (I remember the song playin – Get Me by Dinsoaur Jr), and walked around the park (I remember her yoga pants, the way the sun morphed her eye color), and cooked dinner (Tuscan chicken, where she chided me for using a paring knife to chop garlic), and kissed her and felt the universe smile, I knew I was in trouble. About as tall as me with bee stings but an ass that was honest to god unfair, full lips, thighs from heaven, and a smile and laugh that melted my icy heart.

She didn’t want to do anything sexual, but she was trembling and damn close to cumming just from kisses. Like I said, I knew I was in trouble.

The next day, after I ordered us a sushi platter, she lay there, perfect butterfly wings moist, one yoga pant leg off, looking at me with a beautiful vulnerability I’ll never shed. Read more »

“I have the world’s biggest favor to ask of you.”

“Now I’m nervous.”

“Can you rub my neck when I get there? I’m sore.”

“My hands are tiny and weak but absolutely.”

So it began. She answered the door in furry boots and a black robe because she didn’t want to put on clothes. I couldn’t complain. A pale girl with red hair from the other coast, whose face echoed a smiling Natalie Dormer in some ways, whose bra size I incorrectly guessed (silly me said 34C, to whch she laughed and corrected me: 32DD). I felt a tad overdressed – I don’t wear shoes from England out too much but this was as worthwhile an occasion as any – but doubted it mattered, when we’d be undressed soon enough.

I sat between her legs and she rubbed my neck while we chatted. I like to learn about people and glean what I can from them. I was glad that she was amusing and straightforward; we agreed it’s weird for someone to have a cheerleading fetish past their mid-20s (although I’d find it hard to say no if a freshly-turned-18-year-old decided to don her outfit for me as a surprise…but I digress). After a few minutes of neck rubs, we switched. I’m fine at massages, but I just like giving them – plus, it’s attractive to feel a girl’s tension slip away. Read more »

“I shouldn’t say this but.. I thought to myself, what would he do if I snuck in his room and fucked him?”

“I’d have fucked you. But that didn’t need to happen, apparently.”

“Nope. Guess I manifested this.”

It was the second night she was staying over. We’d hung out on the couch and lightly fooled around in beween fights and beers, grabbed In N Out, talked and laugh about our respective trips and plans for the week. My voice was completely gone, and I couldn’t do anything but hoarsely whisper; she gave me the cold, after all, so it didn’t matter if I continued to kiss her.

She wore a simple white cotton mini crop that showed the exact coordinates of her hard nipples on small, cute breasts, and a pair of jogging shorts that, I soon found out, didn’t trap any moisture. I picked her up – she’s only 5’3, and might crack 100lbs on a good day – and kissed her neck, her clavicle, her cheekbone. I ran my tongue lightly and traced the curves of her ribs, her sternum, tickled her belly button with my nose. What can I say? I love to induce gasps as much as giggles, and if you’re in my arms, you’ll have attention paid to those parts of you that, in the past, most have likely foolishly ignored. Read more »

“I don’t want to talk about the Rock anymore. What are your plans tonight?”

“I just finished working out, so nothing of note. Are you partying for Memorial Day?”

“No, I have alcohol and a strobe light, so I’m gonna pretend my bathtub is a pool in Vegas while my roommates go out.”

“If you want company, I can shower and head over.”

“Shower here.”

I didn’t need telling twice.

I threw on something decent and tossed a bottle of Dewar’s into a bag just in case. Made the short drive to UCLA; it was my first time actually *on campus*, and seeing the sororities walk around, the groups of girls in tight dresses, made me slightly nostalgic for those raucous weekends of my youth, when parties began on Thursday and tapered off Sunday morning.

I parked and called her. She answered the door in nice baby blue shorts and very low cut tank and a grin. Walked upstairs, met her roommate, and we had small talk until her Uber arrived. It was an extremely cramped apartment – two bedrooms and four beds, practically no room to walk, and you could see through the glass into each other’s bedrooms. Must’ve made sex awkward. I wondered how many times they said fuck it and fucked in the beds next to each other, how many dreams came true for the other college boys. I was 27, the oldest she’d had. Read more »

Her post was intriguing: “Petite girl with big tits looking for a hot guy to pick me up and fuck me.”

I fit that bill.

After a brief chat, I got her snap. We sent pics and I was pleased to see that she was a petite girl with big tits. Like, really big for her size – she was 5’2 with 32DDDs. She showed me two videos of her sucking cock, and I knew she would be a fun time.

I drove over to UCLA at around midnight to pick her up (the second time I’ve done that; the first was after the undie run with this adorable little bio major…but that’s a different story). She was wearing sweats, sides, and a big coat with only a bra on underneath. We made small talk, got back to my place.

I immediately had her take off her coat and bra. She got to her knees and said, “Wow. You weren’t kidding.” And fit most of me in her mouth, gagging a bit. I told her point blank that I was going to cum in her – and she squeaked in her little girl kink voice, “I need your cum in me daddy, please.” Read more »