Timeline - 33.5:

I need the rush of adrenaline pumping through my veins. I'm probably what Chuck Palaniuk would call a sex addict. I wonder if most women are and for some strange reason society thinks we don't think about sex every 3.5 seconds like men allegedly do. I haven't met a man who thinks about sex more than I do, and Paul is no exception. The first time we met I made him fuck me eight times that night and another four or five the following day. I was at a metal/goth l club dancing alone. Usually what happens is some bloke comes up and shoves his crotch in my arse and starts to grind, I turn around and walk away. This happened about five times that night, it's a good job I didn't wear the PVC dress I was going to or I'd have found myself in the middle of a bukakke party. My friend turned up with a rather tasty young thing, and knew it too, which is fun. We danced like we were on the set of some hideous metal video, both of us thinking we were the sexiest things since Dita and Marilyn. Anyway, I'm sure this isn't what you wanted to hear. "Take me upstairs and fuck me", were my words. He turned around and smiled, half shock half amusement. He spat out a "What?" through a laugh. I just got up and he followed. Have you any idea what it feels like to have a big cock thrust into you, especially with a few shots of tequila, a couple of beers and fuck knows what else? It takes your breath away. It feels so fucking amazing you want time to stop and if you stay still the feeling just lingers there in the pit of your stomach until you move again. He got up at one point and say on an armchair at the bottom of the bed. His cock was thick and hard as fuck and inviting me to lower myself down onto it slowly. As I did my eyes closed and my head fell forward in sheer ecstasy. I love that feeling when it first slides in, feeling the entire length inch its way inside, fuck it blows my mind. I can tell when it's good sex or really fucking amazing sex by how wet I get and I was an ocean at this point. The squelching noises mixed with the smell was a heady cocktail and the way he grabbed huge handfuls of my arse as he bounced me up and down on his cock made me gush all over him again and again. Back on the bed I got on top and just used his cock to make myself cum. CAT posture makes me orgasm without fail every time. I just push my clit against his pubic bone and fuck til my heart's content. I held on to the bed frame and slid myself up and down his shaft until I came all over him. I fucked him again and again all night and all the next day too. A cock like that only comes around once in a while and I wasn't sure when I'd get something that good again so the poor thing was ridden into oblivion. I'm happy to say he's still alive and being used as my little fuck toy regularly.