dat gap [mf] | 2016

I've been around a while, but I've only dated one girl with the gap (if you don't know what I mean, see /r/datgap for details.)

She was Jewish, but light skinned and light colored - strawberry blonde - sort of unusual. A jogger and triathlete, she used to jog over to my apartment and show up all hot and sweaty and out of breath. The first time we fucked I slid into her and I was so surprised at how good it felt I said, "My God girl, you have the Cadillac of pussy." It probably wasn't the right way to express myself - she never did quite admit to understanding what I meant - but she had a perfect cunt: tight and incredibly wet and hot, always. Her slipperiness was thick - but clear, never whitish or discharge-y, very little odor. It was like super-Astroglide. She was always super wet and hot.

How do I know? Well, as I went on dating her, I discovered that she was more than a little submissive - like most women I date, actually. Probably something about me that attracts them. She was a little thing - 5'3 soaking wet, petite build, tiny palm-sized titties, flat stomach, silky red pubes. She had come after me initially, asked me out to a restaurant, then let me pick - I took care of her brother during a long hospital stay - so I felt pretty free to just do as I liked with her. And I eventually realized I could, and should, do just that.

So we used to go out a lot. I would get her drunk - she liked to drink 3 or 4 and it went right to her head - and we'd head home. And we would have been talking about playing a game, or watching TV, or listening to music when we got home. But we never did, because just after we got in the door - or, later, in the elevator - I would always raise her skirt, or unbuckle her pants and push them down - and just unzip and push into her.

See, she had a great gap. And she usually wore boots or shoes with some kind of heel, so her ass was sticking out, pelvis tilted forward. And when a girl with a gap has her pelvis tilted forward, you have access from behind. She can press her knees together all she wants; but she can't stop you from getting in. I know that sounds a little rapey, but it wasn't, she could stop me any time and maybe 1% of the time she did. I would get her outer clothes out of the way, pull her thong aside, and after checking the oil - always hot - I'd just slide right in. After a while it got to be when she would get into the old elevator in my building, she'd just hit the button, bend over, pull the thong aside, and flip the emergency stop between floors after I had already started pounding her. Eventually I told her I didn't like it when she wore jeans; after that it was just short skirts, and she even quit wearing thongs. We never discussed it, she would get angry if I brought sex up in any way; and in a way it was hotter like that.

My dry cleaner, a hot little Korean girl, got used to red-tagging the stain on the front of my fly that happened when I was too in a hurry to unbutton my pants, and the edge of the fly would ride into her cunt on the side of my cock (seven inches, cut - someone always asks); and she would tease me about it and tell me to take my pants down next time; I used to look forward to taking my pants in and sometimes I would look through the window and if it was her father I would wait to drop off until another day.

As the relationship went on, things got more bold; I once fingered her in the backseat of a filthy NYC cab, her cunt pressing on the seat and making it slick under my hand. The most extreme quick entry - which is how I think of it, now - happened after we got home from a free dinner at a swanky Manhattan steakhouse. She had dressed up for it, thick wool skirt, and when we got home, she just flipped it up and pulled her thong aside, exposing herself. "Make it quick," she said, but she didn't say why as she bent over my desk. I really didn't care why and I loved it when this normally very quiet girl would say something - anything - about our sex, so I came in a few strokes, pulled out, made a mess all over her cunt and her nicest skirt. She then went straight to the bathroom and puked up her steak Diane - apparently it hadn't agreed with her, but she'd held off on puking so I could get off first. She brushed her teeth, came out, and chewed me out for staining her skirt. (My dry cleaner got the stain out - "sperm, right?" "yes" - and made a comment about how much sex I was having.)

This is the same girl I wrote my last GWS about; we were a terrible couple but the sex was always great. I'll post a bit about how it ended another time, if folks are interested.

Nowadays my sex life is a little more normal - a lot less frequent - but I have a little bit of freak in me still. I like to post about my memories of crazy times, so, stay tuned!