When Two Bloggers Meet

As promised, a post to fill you in on the Turning Fantasy into Reality encounter with J. Reed, the blogger behind The Devil’s Hornet.

Today I met Jermaine (aka J Reed) at a Starbucks in South Shore. I arrived, I didn’t see him, so I ordered a green tea latte for while I waited. Soon after I ordered, he texted asking if I was there, I told him I had just placed my order. The barista handed me my drink, I took it to an empty table near the entrance and responded to some messages and waited. A few minutes passed and he messaged saying there was no parking. I continued to wait.

When he arrived, we introduced ourselves and then got talking about our blogs and how we got into writing them and what drives them. I told him how a friend of mine suggested I write The Boys I Encounter just based on my nature to talk about sex basically 24/7. I told him about an idea I have to take my blog national and fuck my way through the US on a 2-3 month road trip.

About 15/20 minutes into our conversation, he seemed nervous, yet eager to leave the Starbucks and even asked if I was ready to leave. I told him to slow down, we have plenty of time and I have yet to finish my drink. To take his mind off of the fantasy he has painted of us, I pushed the conversation a bit away from that and started to ask him more about his writing and his published works and talked about creative pursuits and trailed into movies and Nicolas Cage and Will Ferrel. I think this part of the conversation was the most genuine moment we had. Something about his eager demeanor and nervousness made the whole interaction a bit awkward for me. I feed off of the energy of those around me, he didn’t seem confident or comfortable, so it rubbed off on me some and I became more reserved.

I paused, sipped my drink, and looked at him. At that moment, I was contemplating whether or not to go further with him. I could tell he really wanted to take me back to his place as he kept pressing about the fantasy we have built, but I wasn’t necessarily feeling any natural sexual connection between the two of us. I took a moment to step away and go to the bathroom and collect my thoughts. When I returned, we talked a bit more, I finished my drink, and then thought, “Fuck it, let’s do this.” I wanted to see if his skills in bed could match his writing. I asked for his address and we got in our separate cars and met out front his place.

When we got to his apartment, I instantly noticed how vacant it felt. Not much furniture or belongings. It didn’t feel lived in. There was a table in the living room, no couch or seating. His bedroom was basically just a bed and a desk. I took my coat off, set my purse down, and excused myself to go to the restroom again. Maybe a venti green tea latte was a bit much to drink before fucking, but I needed the caffeine as I didn’t get much sleep the night before and I woke up at 6am this morning. By the bathroom there was a girl’s pink scooter. He must have a daughter, I didn’t pry.

Once I got back to the bedroom, I took off my boots and my sweater leaving me in my jeans and tank top. He was standing by the bed, anxiously awaiting to fuck. I walked to him, we kissed for a moment. His full lips kissing mine were good, I love nice full lips as it allows for the perfect blend of suction and tongue. He seemed a bit reserved with the kissing, but that was fine. As we kissed, he unclipped my bra under my shirt, I then lifted my tank and bra up and over my head.

Now topless, he pushed me onto the bed, kissing me, then kissing down my neck, to my nipples. He quickly moved his lips from my nipples to removing my jeans. He admired my body, I pulled him in for a kiss, unbuttoned his shirt slightly and told him to take it off, he stripped completely naked. He then went into kissing my inner thighs. The use of suction was a bit distracting, he kissed and sucked on my inner thighs in almost a lip-smacking suction cup type of way. I prefer a bit of a softer touch, I crave being teased and denied. I need there to be a build up from soft to hard. Although the general idea of teasing was there, it seemed a bit forced and rushed. He didn’t seem at ease at all with what he was doing.

Soon enough, he took my clit in his mouth and licked and sucked away. All this subpar teasing panned out, as his eating skills were definitely there. As he ate me, he rested his hands on my breasts, but just left them stagnant. There was all this tongue action and nothing much more going on, not even any nipple rubbing or body massaging or fingering. Nothing. I guided one of his hands down to finger my vagina and then told him to pinch my nipple with his other hand.

He obeyed. Inserted his fingers and pinched me. Both were a bit off. I told him to pinch me harder, it got better. His fingers were a bit mismatched from his tongue, a bit too hard and fast. I told him to slow down. Much better. Everything started to fall in place, I even got close to cumming, but as I told him to keep going and how good it was feeling, he started to pick up the pace and pressure again throwing me off and taking me out of my orgasm.

His phone was vibrating for a couple minutes at this point. At first I thought it was a phone call and ignored it because I was close to cumming, but then when the orgasm disappeared, I pulled him up for a second, kissed him, and we both realized it was still vibrating. He got up to turn it off, an alarm probably.

He dived right back head first into my pussy, trying to pick up where he left. I tried to get back into it, I let him eat me for a few more minutes, but the moment passed. I wasn’t feeling it anymore. I sat up and kissed him again. He asked if I came. I then told him, “If I came, you would know, you wouldn’t have to ask.” I then continued to explain, “You did really good, you just need to spend more time building it up.”

He was about to go back to eating me, I stopped him and asked if he had a condom. He got up and grabbed one from his jean pocket, and sat back on the bed and told me to get him hard again; every guys way to ask for some pre-sex head, which I wasn’t going to deny him any. I took my sweet time. Kissing him for a bit, working my way down his neck to his nipples gently. I continued to rub his nipples with my fingers and trailed my kisses and tongue down each side of his torso to his pelvis teasing all his pubic bone and his thighs hardly grazing his cock with my lips. As the tease continued, he shook with excitement.

I sat up, smiled and started to lift my hair into a ponytail, he tried to reach up to touch my breasts, I leaned back barely out of reach, I then stated, “That is how you tease someone. It’s about getting that full body reaction before even really getting started.” I then went back to teasing a bit more, and worked my way to licking his shaft slightly and sucking just the tip of his cock, still building up the suspense. As his body quivered, I began to take his throbbing dick in my mouth slowly deeper and deeper, one hand rubbing his nipples and as my mouth came up his shaft I added my other hand below my lips, moving them in unison.

He moaned and shook with excitement. Within minutes of blowing him, he stopped me and declared, “I don’t want to cum just yet.” He then grabbed the condom and unwrapped it. He fumbled a bit, “It’s been a while since I’ve used one of these.”

I’m not sure if that means he hasn’t fucked anyone in a while, or that he just doesn’t usually use condoms. I let that slide and once he got the condom on, I mounted him, riding his cock, kissing his lips and neck for a brief moment. I then sat upright, pushed my hands against his chest as I swayed my hips side to side and lift myself up and down on his cock. He stopped me again just before he was about to cum.

I unmounted and he directed me to get on my hands and knees. I listened and he entered me from behind, spanking me some, but it felt as though he was hesitating a bit. He fucked me fine. A basic move, but there was no excitement. He didn’t pull my hair, or rub my clit or push me hard into the sheets. Although he has read my blog and has some knowledge of what I enjoy, he didn’t push any boundaries. Once again, I feed off energy and that goes for the bedroom. He didn’t go for kink, so I allowed it to stay vanilla. As he continued to fuck me doggy style, I reached down and played with his balls some, and then with my clit.

I wasn’t feeling it, so I stopped him and turned to face him, now fucking missionary, we kissed and I lifted my hips into his as he thrusted into me. Not much of this and he pulled out, shaking, on the verge of cumming. This was my queue to get up and go pee. I went to the restroom, did my post sex piss, and walked back into the room. He eyed me up and down. I walked to the bed, looked at him, didn’t say anything yet, grabbed my water from the bedside, took a sip and walked to the desk to check my phone. It was 3:30, I considered giving him a little more time, but I was so over it, and kind of hungry, so I walked to the bed, kissed him and told him I was going to head out to grab some lunch before heading to work.

He seemed a little disappointed, but also as if he saw that coming. As we both got dressed, he told me he’d like to spend a day learning more about teasing and denial as most of the time he skips all of that and jumps straight to sex. I told him that could happen, I’d be down to see his skills when I’m properly worked up. He walked me to my car, kissed me goodbye, and I drove off.

I wanted so bad to unleash my kink, but at the same time, it didn’t seem quite right with him. The encounter was so spelt out from our emails it felt a bit contrived. Maybe if I give him the opportunity to tease and deny me and eat me for a day and learn my body, the sex could be amazing, but for today, it was just a fun experiment.

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus