29 Dec '07 - 9:23 a.m.
I have a habit of getting a cold drink after sex. I just like standing in front of an open fridge while covered in post coital sex sweat.
So, one weekend, Chantal is visiting us from Montreal, months after our first encounter where I fingered her and ate her. She is asleep on our couch and Ellie and I finished having sex upstairs. I needed my drink of juice.
So I put on my robe and head downstairs, trying to be quiet.
Chantal is sitting up, I nod to her and she very nastily says "That didn't take very long, did it?" That really pissed me off and I told her she knows where her dinner hangs. Ain't I the classy one? She said something else, I can't remember what so I opened my robe and walked towards her with my flacid cum covered dick exposed. She sat there on the edge of the sofa mouth slightly parted. I and my dick found it arousing.
As my cock reached her lips she closed her mouth but I said no way, open up. And she did. I watched my dick, coated with sperm and another womans vaginal juice enter her mouth. There was a slight look of distaste but that just added to my pleasure. I placed my hand on the back of her head and showed her what I wanted her to do. I love being in control.
I didn't have the guts to finish off as I was worried my wife Ellie would come downstairs so I pulled out and went back to bed. I had trouble sleeping after that.
In future sessions we completed every sex act except anal. This might be my fault as I couldn't get much action out of her. I called her, (in my mind), a star fuck. One who lays back and spreads her arms and legs and lets you at it. For one who showed little enthusiasm for the act she sure let me do a lot to her over the years.
I don't miss her a bit. I don't even miss the sex with her a bit. What I like is the initial sexual contact with a girl, the release of those chemicals and endorphines in the brain is quite addictive.
Well I gotta wake the family up and take them shopping at the local outlet mall as Boxing week sales are still going on.
Later.
