Euugh. I've got a little head, as they say. It's easter, and by god it was a damned Good Friday for me yesterday. Got myself LAID!! Been so long I was beginning to worry it had sealed up.

Hmmm, sex was just as good as I remembered it 3; LOL

We went out to Walkabout. Tess and me. There was a group of four lads who were obviously watching us. We moved around the place, and they moved with us. One of them was really giving me the eye. He was cute - only early 20s - with spiky hair and baggy trousers. I'd have to overlook the baggy trousers, I thought - just think about what's in them, girl. We went upstairs to dance and - surprise, surprise - our chaperones came too. It wasn't very busy - Walkabout isn't as popular as it was, I don't think - so there was plenty room to dance. Even so, our new friends seemed to find it necessary to dance right next to us. Cheek to jowl close. Hand accidentally wafting against my thigh close. Hand resting on hip close. Face to face close. Snogging close.

Oh, the joys of a good snog.

:-)

Actually, to tell the truth he wasn't that good at it but, like the baggy trousers, I was willing to overlook it. Providing he didn't suddenly develop a pot belly and an interest in the more unusual trains on the GNER line, I was willing to overlook pretty much anything. It's the baby face that does it - the little boy lost look. Always gets me 3; :-) He was pressing himself against me, deliberately pushing his hard-on into me while he sang "you're gorgeous." Modern romance, such a wonderful thing. None of this tedious courtship stuff.

But hey, at least you know where you stand.

Or lie, perhaps 3; :-)

We came back here and I had him stripped before the kettle was boiled. And very nice he was, too. Bit small on the dick front, but well, it's just something else to overlook 3; *G* I threw him onto the bed as I stripped.

"Tiger, this is your lucky night!" I yelled and threw myself on him. Seriously, I did. And I hadn't even drunk that much 3; We just laughed for a few minutes and rolled about on the bed. It was fantastic to feel another body again, to feel hands on me, stroking me, squeezing my breasts, to have someone else's breath on my neck, mouth on my cheek.

Dick in my 3;.

:-p

I got on top of him and started to ride him. He slipped into me easily and it felt so good inside me. I writhed above him, sliding from side to side and back and forward, and I think I made too good a job of it, because after about two minutes he came, gurgling and gripping my tits like he was a mountaineer hanging onto a ledge for grim death.

But I'll overlook that.

Especially since he had stamina. The best thing about toyboys is that they can keep going 3; He never really went soft, to tell the truth, and after we snuggled together for a few minutes, with my hand draped around his dick, feeling it still stiff in my grip, I went down on him. God, I haven't tasted fresh dick for oh - that long 3;

But damn me, all the time I was doing it visions of str8guy's fat, ugly prick kept floating into my mind. Here I was with a gorgeous young thing filling my mouth, nicely shaped and neatly circumcised, and all I could think of was the yard of lard I was being forced to service electronically. I'm not too pleased about that, I must say...

So I started talking to take my mind off it. "Beautiful cock," I mumbled between mouthfuls, "so pretty, so hard." He liked that. I could feel his head pulsing and swelling, and as I licked his pee-hole a dribble of pre-cum slithered onto my tongue. I grabbed his balls and started to stroke them, grazing my nails up and down his sac. And he really liked that! Lay back and moaned, moaned, moaned 3; I started to tickle that line from his balls to his arse and his cock began to jump around like it was demented. "Oh god," he whispered, "keep doing that, it's amazing."

So I licked him there. Up and down as far as my tongue could reach. I've never done that before, but it was good. My hand was gripped round his dick and I could tell he was in heaven just from the way it was spasming. I had to stop doing it because I didn't want him coming again. I still had plans 3;

I swung my legs over him into a 69 and sat down on him. He grabbed my arse cheeks and buried himself in me, his tongue slobbering up and down my slit. After the initial spaniel-esque approach - flitting dementedly all over the place - he calmed himself and took to sliding his tongue in and out. I flattened myself so that he could reach my clit.

Remind me never to do that again.

He damn near bit through it. My back strafed the ceiling for an instant and when I landed and reasserted myself I made sure his teeth were safely away from the danger zone.

I was, to tell the truth, a bit too tall for a successful 69. I couldn't quite get my mouth in place to take him very easily and his dick was getting squashed against my palate. But hell, it was fun, anyway.

I wanted to be fucked again, properly this time, long and easy. I got on my knees. "Fuck me from behind," I told him. He started to probe at my arse. "Not there! Not on a first date. Where's your etiquette, boy?" We were stil laughing as he slid himself inside me and began to push. I settled back to meet him and he speared his entire length into me. I screamed as I felt his balls squish against me. "Slowly now, do it slowly." He was good. God, he was good. It was fantastic. He was sliding in and out, his entire length, tip to shaft, and working from side to side too. I flattened myself, lying on my tummy, and he slid his legs either side of me. That was amazing. He started changing his angle of entry, sometimes almost horizontal, lying directly on top of me and sliding it straight in and out, and sometimes almost vertical. That was the best, that was out of this world. He started to reach places I don't think I've ever had explored before.

Clever boy 3; :-)

"Oh god, yes, faster, faster." I was soaked by now, my whole body covered in sweat. "Harder, harder. Fuck me harder." He was getting close now, and as he did his strokes were getting deeper and deeper inside me. I thought I was going to explode. It all started in my stomach and began to sweep across my body in wave after wave. I clasped my legs tight together, trapping his dick inside me, and the sensations as it slid up and down just tipped me over the edge. I was screaming like the house had been invaded by zombies, my hands ripping the pillows to shreds, my body shaking uncontrollably.

And for the first time in my life the guy came at the same time!!! I could feel his stuff squirting into me and he started to grunt, his strokes short and fast.

Too good to be true. Out of this world. Fantastic.

We lay on the bed for about half an hour, him on top of me, his cock still inside me, too exhausted to move.

Thomas, I think his name was.