Certainty Revisited

My old friend, the first night with whom I detailed in Certainty, was in town on business yesterday, so we met up - after about three years' not seeing each other. I didn't know if I'd still feel that same old chemical attraction to him, or if he would to me, or if he was otherwise involved, or... I just didn't know. We hadn't even really talked in some time. But lo and behold, when I appeared for dinner in my much-sweated-over, elegantly sexy but not trying too hard outfit, I began to bubble up as soon as I got within three feet of him. This, as well as his hand on my thigh under the table, was pleasant distraction from the eating and drinking.

Before long, I was being eaten myself. I had forgotten how good sex feels, I had forgotten how good he tastes to my skin, and I had forgotten how he needs to do nothing more than touch my neck to have me gasping in happy, squirmy arousal. I had also forgotten how fabulously dominant he is; he pinned me, pulled me, manipulated my limbs, teased me, and wouldn't let me do much other than lie there at his mercy and cum (just how I like it). By the time he crawled up the bed and placed his cockhead at the entrance to my pussy, I had already cum at least three times under his fingers and tongue, and as he pushed his way inside me my brain took its leave from my body, and I was all cunt, and he was all cock, and we pressed ourselves into each other until there was nowhere left to go, and his cock spread my pussy apart to bursting, and then we found a still closer way to entwine, and I undulated my hips under his, and he moaned with delight, and everything was wonderful, and I couldn't help myself and came again. He slid down the bed to spoil me with his tongue again and I turned around and offered him my arse, and he played with me and finger-fucked me - how could his finger make me feel so full after his cock had been there? - until I came again, and then collapsed onto the bed, useless. We lay and kissed each other and then I began to very gently lick his testicles for a long time, which drove him crazy; I drew away and kissed and licked his inner thighs, and teased around his testicles, and licked them gently in spirals and sucked dangerously and licked from between, at their base, until he couldn't take it any more and pushed me back and speared me with his cock that tasted so sweet inside my tight, throbbing cunt, and filled me so full, and then we were both coming, and his orgasm lasted so long and he was in such ecstacy.

And today I'm in a better mood than in a long time; relaxation seeps out through my bones and nothing seems quite as dire or stressful. That man is delicious; too bad he lives so far away...