And then he called me…

Heyyy….

It’s been a while. I know. I’ve been a terrible blogger and have lots to tell you. I will get back to Capture the Flag Boy (funny enough, I ran into him at a liquor store this past Saturday). I need to fill you in on some other happenings first.

Let’s start with Shane….

Shane (aka Soccer Player, introduced in Call Me!) and I have been texting more and more the past several months since he started bartending. We haven’t seen each other since last fall, but we text basically every other day and he’s been calling me every once in a while to bitch about customers.

About a week ago, it was one of those nights. He needed to call me to tell me what went down. It was a Sunday night, so pretty slow at his bar. One of his last customers though was so intoxicated I guess he puked all over the bar… story aside, Shane called to vent about this, then he asked if I was going to be awake for a while. I told him I was up, not planning on sleeping yet. He then asked if he could come over and that he would pick up some beer on the way. I agreed.

About 20 minutes later, he arrived. We went to my bar, cracked open the beers and both caught up. Like I said, it’s been several months since we’ve seen each other in person regardless of texting and the occasional phone call about bartending, we still had a lot of other life things to get filled in on.

Nearly two hours and a few beers later and we are still talking, laughing, and having a good time. We were both on bar stools, facing each other, our legs lightly brushing the other’s as the chair swiveled. As we continued to talk, he started to run his hand on my knee and played footsie with me. He then leaned in and kissed me.

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His lips pressing up against mine with the perfect blend of lip suction and tongue all while running his hand up my thigh, around to my back, and up my neck. He has a way with his hands and lips. I missed tasting him and it felt so good to have my lips locked with his again. Several minutes of this, I pulled away and invited him to my room. I got up and he followed.

We got into my room, I took off my sweater right away as he sat on the edge of my bed. I then straddled him and went in to kiss him again. We made out as I grinded him slowly with my hips pressed against his. Oh my god, he is by far the best kisser I’ve ever been with. I wish we were more compatible relationshipwise, but that’s a different story of which I will fill you in on later when I flash back to meeting Shane.

As things heated up, he flipped me over. Now I was laying on my back, he kissed me, then made his was down my neck and to my stomach to then slowly take my shirt off. As I leaned up, he took my shirt off and continued to kiss me as he unhooked my bra. Everything he does is seamless. He laid me back down and kissed my breasts gently, then licked down my stomach and pulled my pants off and dived head first into my vagina.

Surprisingly enough, when I first met Shane, we went on several dates and had sex multiple times and had sex randomly since, but he has only gone down on me for literally a brief minute at a time so I never quite got the full experience to be able to know how good he’d be. This time, he stayed down there. He didn’t come straight in for the fuck, but wanted to give all he could with his mouth.

With the way he kisses, I thought he would be a pro down there, he was good, but not the best I’ve had. He uses too much pressure for my liking. I think it has something to do with the fact that he’s an athlete and probably doesn’t realize his own strength sometime. It felt good, but there was no way he’d make me come like that, plus I was craving his throbbing cock inside of me.

I pulled him up and kissed him. He grabbed the condom from my night stand, put it on, then continued to kiss me. He slowly inserted his dick in me. His penis is fabulous. A good 7-8 inches, thick, and uncircumcised (which I have recently began to prefer). Everything about his penis is the perfect size for me.

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As we fucked, he continued to be seamless. He’s great at going from missionary, to cowgirl, to doggy style, to reverse cowgirl all without saying a word or taking his dick out. He just grabs hold of me and spins me every which way to the position of his liking. The athlete in him that I think makes his oral pressure way off has its benefits because his moves are smooth, he’s strong, and has great endurance.

When I got on top, he came pretty quick, but that was round one. I know from our history he is good to go all night. We laid there and pillow talked for a minute. He then started to rub my breasts and worked his way down to my clit with his fingers. Hardly a minute later, he was ready for round two.

He turned me around and slid in from behind doggy style. He knows my body. Knows I like being dominated. He pinned me down, holding my arms behind my back with one hand while, using his other hand to smack my ass and grab my hips. Everything he was doing was amazing! As much as I enjoyed it, he had to ruin it by saying “Come for me baby!”

So much was wrong with that. First of all, I hate being called baby. Baby is up there with being called man or dude by a guy you’re seeing. Second, as I’ve said before (see Stop Acting and Start Reacting) I hate being told to come. That fucked me over. I was close but not gonna happen at that moment any more. He came. I didn’t. We rolled over and I told him he should know better than to tell a girl to come (I omitted the baby part, that usually wouldn’t ruin it for me by itself). He apologized and knew he shouldn’t have especially because I’ve told him that before.

To make it up to me, he asked what I wanted him to do to me. I explained I come easiest from oral, but that he needs to ease up on the pressure while he’s down there. I also told him I like being completely submissive and teased. We talked a brief moment about my kinks and I realized how vanilla he actually is. As naturally dominant as he can be, he’s never done any actual kinky stuff. He said he’s only played with a vibrator once, he’s never played with bondage, cuffs, nipple clamps, other toys. To not rush him into any of that, I told him to restrain me, bite my nipples, and tease me till I’m begging.

Once he found out I like pain, he got really into biting my nipples, more so than I expected of him. It was hot, but almost excessive. He got me super worked up. He avoided my clit just as I told him, kissing and licking my thighs and stomach and biting and pinching my nipples. He then finally licked my clit with just the tip of his tongue and I pressed my hips up. He hardly got a taste of it, and I gave in. “Come up and fuck me!” I demanded, he gave up too soon and came up. I wish he was more dominant in that moment and told me to shut the fuck up so he could continue to eat me, but he listened instead and put a condom on to fuck me.

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He slid in, I was soaking wet. We were both worked up from the tease, biting, and oral. It only took about a minute of having his dick inside me before I felt my body start to tense, my back start to arch, my breathing got heavier, and I grabbed his ass to pull him in deep as my vagina started to contract. The pulse from my contractions strained his dick and he came as well. We both came. Success.

He laid on top of me, dick still inside for a good minute or two. We kissed gently. Oral sex and kinks aside (which I’m sure with more time with me it could be perfected), he is one of the best lays I’ve ever had.

The next morning, he kissed me goodbye and left. Since then, it’s been back to our normal routine. Text every other day or so to bitch about work. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing awkward about it post sex. This was nice. What I enjoy most about Shane, he’s the occasional masterful fuck with no strings attached.

Once again, Shane and I are texting as I write this… I hope this ties you over. I will write more soon.

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus

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