A Bad Man in a Bad Place

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I’ve been out with The Writer several times now. Every time we get together, when she first shows up, I’m nervous. She’s smart, and pretty, and successful, and I get the impression that men fall all over themselves to be with her. I should be used to this by now - you’d think that the strippers, actresses, models, etc, would beat any sort of nervousness out of a guy. It doesn’t help. Part of the problem is physiological - nervousness and excitement feel very similar to the body. Part of the problem is my being slightly broken after The New Yorker. And part of the problem is that every time The Writer comes over, some small part of me expects that she’s going to get up and leave for absolutely no reason at all. Haven’t figured out why, other than my belief that I’m a little out of my league with her.

She came over at about 7:30 on Friday night, stressed from her day, complaining of how late she’d been up the day before, and I ordered her into the shower. Ten minutes later she came out a more relaxed person, gave me a kiss, and we began our night. I’d suggested we go to a movie, but backpedalled on that as there’s nothing I wanted to see. I suggested we stay in for the night, and she looked fried at that and asked if maybe there was a bar I wanted to go to, for a change of scenery. Off to the bar to relax and have a few.

We had a few drinks and then stumbled drunkenly into the night. We debated, briefly, going out to dinner and then I suggested we go back to my place, get naked, and order delivery. She agreed. We ordered Chinese, got naked, and got into bed.

We made out for a short time, and then I lay on her on top of me, grabbed her by the knees, and pulled her pussy to my face. As she straddled my chest and I licked at her, I put my thumb up her ass and proceeded to fuck her ass with my thumb while moving my face and tongue around her pussy. This made my cock rock hard. I considered trying to 69 or 71 with her, but I was having too much fun looking up at her breasts and her face and licking her cunt to really do anything other than continue on with what I was doing. Eventually, I made myself stop, pulled her on top of me, rolled on a condom, and we started fucking.

When a woman with a perfect ass is on top of you, and she’s fucking you and you have one hand on each cheek of her ass, well… the experience can be transcendent. It can, and did, feel like fucking her entire body, rather than just having sex, and I am at a loss for words as to a better way to describe that. We did that for quite some time, until we both ran out of energy, and then I rolled her on her side, and we lay and panted and smiled. Eventually, dinner came, and we ate and relaxed and talked and went to sleep.

The next morning, we woke up and rolled around and hung out. Talk turned to our expectations of one another.

“It wasn’t what I was expecting.”

“What?”

“The sex.”

“I didn’t mean to disappoint you.”

“It’s not that you’re disappointing me. Just, I was expecting that you were more forceful.”

“I didn’t mean to disappoint you.” This is the trouble of discussing prior exploits with the people you’re seeing - even when they ask to find out. She knew about Princess and what I’d done with Athena and The Freshman and some of my more extensive experiences.

“No, not at all disappointing, just not what I was expecting. God, it’s not bad, it’s just normal. I like it, but I should warn you that I get bored with normal after awhile.”

I thought about it and wondered if I was going to have time to count my blessings before I pounced on her. I decided to act now and count them later.

She slowly crawled down my body, kissing my chest, kissing my inner thighs, and suddenly, she had my whole cock in her mouth, I could feel her lips at the base, her nose on my stomach, and the back of her throat on the head of my cock. This was unexpected and fantastic. I grabbed her hair in a pony tail and relaxed into the action. As I did, I decided to test the waters, so I started to pull at her hair and fuck her mouth a bit. Not a full-on face fucking, but a little thrusting and some control of her movements. I asked if she liked that, and she looked up at me and said “yes, but not yet.” She went back down and continued sucking my cock, and seconds later I was rewarded with her orgasm. Minutes after that, she stopped and crawled back up my body. We relaxed for a bit. She looked back at me “I was a bad girl just then. Shouldn’t I be punished?” I smiled to myself and then smacked her ass, hard.

I didn’t want to disappoint her, so it was wrist to wrist, ankle to ankle, an ankles to wrists. She looked so pretty on her stomach I considered taking a picture for you.

“I’m in bed getting spanked by a Republican - I don’t know if it gets any more Oedipal than this.” We’d spent a good portion of the day laying around naked, discussing fiscal policy, the Iraq war, and pacifism and lined up nowhere near each other on any of those issues. She was just to the left of Mao, and I am slightly to the right of Ron Silver. I imagine that this is why James Carville and Mary Matalin have so much fun.

I rolled her on her back and rubbed her body - one of those bodies that just begs to be touched everywhere and explored. I rolled her back onto her stomach, spread her legs and lay myself on top of her, the rope propping my body up a little. I started fucking her and it was so hot that I came within minutes.

The day wound on, my initial worry and nervousness was eventually answered by insecurities of hers, and we had very human moments reassuring each other that we were both exactly where we wanted to be, with whom we wanted to be, and we were both thrilled to be there. I was amazed she had any insecurities at all, just as she was surprised at mine earlier the last night.

Once we’d addressed that issue, more spankings inevitably ensued (don’t they always?) As I spanked her and her ass turned redder and redder, I smiled to myself, and told her to look at it. She nearly squealed with delight when she saw how red she was getting. Each time the palm of my hand hit her ass a different moan would come out, some shorter, others longer, some deeper, some softer, but all of them were hot.

“Wow, I’m barely turning red” she teased me. “How come she turned black and blue in Secretary?” It was almost plaintive teasing - the subtext was that I should stop holding back, she liked it.

I pulled her body off the bed, stood her on the floor, bent her at the middle, and said “this is why she turned black and blue” and took a swing from the shoulder. She yelped. I followed it up quickly with another smack to the other cheek. And then harder on the first. “Too hard” she warned me.

“Just trying to find your pleasure threshold. That’s why I haven’t fully let loose.” Now, I admit one of the reasons I’d used my hands instead of a paddle was that I couldn’t find my paddle. Candidly, the other reason is that the feeling of her ass as my hand snapped against it was, well, I’m not finding the word I’m looking for so I’ll use “religious” for lack of a better term and you’ll have to infer from that what you will.

I took a picture of her en-reddened ass and showed it to her. She looked disappointed at my handiwork. “Maybe without my underwear.” So she pulled that off and I took another picture. “Still not showing up.” I took that opportunity to hit it again. Like the fist of an angry god. Ten slaps on one cheek, ten on the other, fifteen on the first, fifteen on the other. Another picture. Still the same redness. I dove my face between her legs, licking from pussy to ass and back again, sticking my tongue deep inside her. More spankings while my face was buried in her ass.

“I’m going to go turn on some music, put a condom on, and fuck you now.” She nodded.

Walked over to my stereo and put on some ambient music. Smacked her ass on the way back. Kept hitting it, and was rewarded with happy moans. Grabbed a condom, more slaps. Put on the condom, lubed the condom, and sunk my cock all the way inside her. Sometimes people just fit together physically, yes? This is definitely one of those times.

I fucked her long and hard for 20 minutes, standing behind her, occasionally slapping her ass. Watching its movements as I slammed my body into her. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her into me, hard. This was the kind of rough let-loose-while-I-fuck thing that I’d forgotten that I was missing. Slow it down, slow strokes in, out, shallow, then deep, in circles, and then hard, pounding fucking again. I put one hand on each of her shoulders and pulled her into me with as much strength as I could muster. She bounced off of me each time I tried to pull her into me, and we got into a rhythm loud enough that I heard my next door neighbors leave and slam the door on the way out.

We kept fucking for a bit, and my legs started to feel rubbery, so I pushed her onto the bed and lay next to her, staring her in the eyes and smiling. We lay there, breathing heavily, and smiling. A few minutes later I pulled her to me and started fucking her again, looking her in the face as I did so. Eventually, we stopped, and I left her alone and we started to relax.

We slid into more comfortable positions, looking and talking about the rest of the night. She pointed out that she had work to do the next day and hadn’t brought things she’d need to get that done. I told her she should go, as it was nearly midnight, but that she was on notice that there were going to be times I expected her to stay with me for two nights in a row. She looked surprised, but accepted it. She dressed and I put on a bathrobe. We kissed at the door and I sent her into the night. As she left, the last thing I said to her was “sooner is better.”