I hadn't realized exactly how much I would regret fucking him until two days later when he had exposed the act to our entire circle of mutual friends. This made me miss Michael even more, due to the fact that he had agreed to my condition of not telling anyone we knew and had kept that promise. Though I had considered continuing a strictly sexual relationship with Guy, I did not plan to act on those thoughts. Unfortunately, my other vice (alcohol) released me from my pesky inhibitions and on New Year's, our next encounter commenced. I have no details about this event due to the extensive amounts of alcohol consumed that evening. I do not remember the act taking place at all but was told by the other participant what had transpired. I had apparently now been satisfied because my monster grew quickly in just three days' time.
There are a list of major differences between having sex with Guy and having sex with Michael. With Michael, because of our emotional involvement as well as physical, it is more passionate. However, also because of emotions, I find myself to be self-conscious about my skills and sexual prowess. With Guy, it is completely different. I am confident, forward, able to say exactly what I want and how I want it, but because our fucking lacks any connection other than physical, I believed that no matter how good the act was, I could never reach the climax that I have had with Michael. This is why he was ranked #5 in my top 5 sexual partners. Michael, however, even with the intense emotional connection, far surpassing any that I have had with other sex partners, ranked at #3.
Michael had some skills. He had stamina and could keep a quick, hard tempo, but what really shot him into the top 3 was his dick. He was a solid 7.5-8 inches long with a 3 inch diameter, a budded tip and a curve in the length for excellent g-spot stimulation. The only reason I was not strictly his; he was not able to offer the frequency I required to be completely fulfilled. But when we did find the right time and place to be alone; it was explosive.
January 3, 2015, Michael was home alone. It was one of the few times we did not have to consider the possibility of his roommate coming home, and we both happened to be off work with no plans. We ended up together, in his apartment. He sat at the computer desk, listening to music while I draped myself over the loveseat, knees in on the cushions and elbows propped on the back of it. He had commented once before about me positioning myself like this because my ass was inevitably poked out, but facing the same direction the loveseat was to the living room. He stood up and walked up behind the loveseat but in front of me. He is a few inches shorter than me, but in this position, my face was right at his chest. I leaned my forehead on him as he stroked my hair. It was so easy to get lost in the ecstasy of his presence. I breathed him in, knowing as if by instinct, his smell. He massaged my shoulders, a little too roughly for the calm nature of the atmosphere. I lift my head, wanting for him to take me right there, but he either misinterpreted the action or chose to ignore it. He went and sat back down in the computer chair. I could feel the monster inside begin to get frustrated.
I stood up and walking around the loveseat and stood in front of him. I leaned down and placed my hands on the arms of the chair. My scoop neck shirt gave him full view of my cleavage so when I closed the distance between our lips, he slipped his hands in my shirt and bra, gently squeezing my breasts. I knew how much he liked to kiss me, so I kissed him hard while he played. I then bit his bottom lip and backed away, giving him a sly seductive grin as I returned to my position on the loveseat.
"You're a tease" he said smiling.
