Fucked G in My Driveway~re-posting how we got back together. (M/F) | 2016

Oye!~ It's Marisol, and I am lucky enough to have mind-blowing, Olympic-medal-winning, acrobatic sex with my serious boyfriend, G. Our descriptions are in my former posts, this is just the backstory that I posted under my FIRST account, which weirdly vanished (BRUJERIA.) Bottom line, I'm tiny, fit, tattooed, pierced, kinky freak Latina dancer with brown eyes and ass-length dark-brown hair, he's Native American with very tan skin, dark eyes and hair, fucking RIPPED, Army. With the most magically wonderful cock in the UNIVERSE. Moving on-

G and I have known each other forever. Since middle school. Dated once, seemed fuckin perfect, then we broke up. Blah blah blah fast forward 8 years, we're engaged and he's moved in with me. Lots of fighting and stupid fuckery, again we broke up. For over a YEAR. We stayed kinda-friends-it just got too complicated when we started talking again. Recently we had just started talking as friends again one day, and he had me laughing. Green light. Which brings us to the first week of April 2016. Here we go!

It was nighttime on a random weekday, and I hadn't gotten any action in a WHILE. (I'm not about to catch some random STI from some rando or get pregnant by a stranger, so needless to say, I don't sleep around.) G and I were just getting into the groove of being best friends again, lots of laughing and goofy texts. I was laying in bed, staring at my book and somehow not reading a single word. I was feeling. some. type. of. way. The last person who had texted me was- you guessed it- G. My brain decided to remind me of how huge his cock was. How he's the only person in the universe who's made me orgasm by just fucking, without any sort of other stimulation. How he's the only person in the universe who has licked my clit just so that I climax. How he's the ONLY person with whom I haven't been dominant 100% of the time. My phone was unlocked and opening our text thread before I realized it. He works late hours, so I texted him- "Get over here after work." then I elaborated, to make sure he knew I was 100% serious. "Park down by the bridge and walk up to my driveway. Meet you there. And remember- this means nothing."(I didn't want a relationship and I didn't want to hurt him, so i was just blunt about it.) Giving him no opportunity to protest. (LOL LIKE HE WOULD) My nipples hardened at the thought of him, and I paced my loft like a caged tiger, smacking my phone against my palm. Opened our thread to cancel twice, but each time my brain would remind me of the warm, tingling sensation I always got when his hands traveled over my skin. Those fucking hands. Rough and calloused from continuous manual labor, the kind that works every muscle in your body. I closed my eyes and ran my own hands up my hips, under my cropped black tank top, and (not a fan of bras-and have small tits anyway) gently played with my nipples- the sensation heightened with anticipation and the fact that one of my nipples is pierced. I traced my fingernails down my torso, swirling around the ring in my navel, down to my hipbones- raising goosebumps on my entire body. I imagined the way his lips felt when he used to kiss his way down my body and that was it- no hangups here anymore. I was waayyy too turned on for that bullshit. The only thing keeping me from bringing myself to a climax was the fact that I wanted to have him inside me when I came. Finally, I started to make my way outside. I hadn't formed a plan whatsoever, so instinctively I grabbed a towel and a small container of my favorite oil- coconut. Yum. If you haven't tried using coconut oil in your sexy times, I strongly recommend it. I managed to slip out the door without waking any of my housemates, and went to my driveway-a rather long, downward slope. I laid the towel out and opened the oil- like I said, it had been a while and the boy is huge, okay? It was a cool night- I love cold weather, can't get enough. I sat on the towel and untwisted my hair from the ball it was in on top of my head and shook it out, and listened for the familiar sound of his car's engine. I got some oil on my hand and started slowly massaging my clit while I waited- which was for about 45 seconds. I checked my phone and raised my eyebrows- he literally must have sped to my house in record time. I stood up, straightened my teeny black pj shorts. I mean really small. No panties whatsoever btw- all business. We didn't even greet each other. His arm slid around my waist, my hand slid up to his neck, and our lips seemed to melt together. It seriously was like a freaking telenovela, you guys. Okay I don't know about other people, but kissing is a HUGE turn-on for me. The feeling of his lips pressed against mine, parting them with his hot tongue, biting my lower lip as his hands explored my body for the first time in over a year. The sensation of those big, rough hands gliding over my hips, waist, down my back, and up my taut stomach to gently play with my nipples, particularly his favorite-the pierced one. The wind ruffled the trees and bushes lining my driveway, and the night smelled of our tea-olive plant. And coconut. "SIT. DOWN." I rasped, breathless and impatient. I can be a little dominating, did i mention that? ;) He immediately sat on the towel, lifting my barely-a-tank top up and closing his mouth around a nipple as I lowered myself to straddle him. He was still in his filthy work clothes, but I couldn't have cared less. He was already hard. Like, ROCK HARD . (it had been a long time, remember?) G pulled my body into his, one hand caressing my back and the other had found its way up the back of my shorts. I was so fucking turned on that I thought I was going to have an orgasm right then. I sat back on my heels so he could undo his zipper, then I pounced again. My tiny shorts were very easily pushed aside. I had never seen him this hard before, he was practically pulsing. I teased the both of us by working my hips in a way that had his dick sliding over my (very wet) pussy and clit, but not taking him in yet. I couldn't take it anymore so I slowly took in the tip of his cock. Even that made me almost orgasm. I rotated my hips, fucking just the head of his cock. I did this until we were both about to explode and then I just sat down. I took him in balls-deep and as his head hit my cervix, I came. HARD. He groaned as my pussy squeezed him even tighter . He propped himself up on one arm and leaned back, eyes closed. I grabbed him by his sides and clawed at him while my body practically vibrated with bliss. When my orgasm subsided, I started to ride him with slow body rolls, his dick touching this spot deep inside me that ONLY HE HAD EVER FOUND OR REACHED HELLO and i rotated my hips faster, throwing my head back to get my hair out of the way. He was still propped on one arm, the other hand on my ass, when he started to thrust up into me, harder and harder, and as I came again, so did he. I swear, everything was GLOWING. I think we both knew by then that is definitely meant something. As he kissed me goodbye, he spoke for the first time that night- "You're looking DAMN good, babe."

And that is the SUPER CLASSY way I got back together with G. :D We're very happy, btw. :)

xoxoxoxoxoxox~M