From J Reed’s point of view… enjoy 😉
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 was 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 jumps 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 a fun experiment.
As he suggests, an embellishment of our dialogue, but a nice juxtaposition to my take on our emails about Turning Fantasy into Reality.
Is it a problem that I can find sex in almost any situation? A fellow blogger who has commented on my recent post Exclusive Fuck Buddies? has lured me away from our flirtatious banter on the comment feed to emailing.
Well, before I went to email him, I spent some time evaluating his blog, The Devil’s Hornet, further and reading and rereading some of his posts. I have been reading his work for some time now as it appears in my reader, and many times, even before this comment banter, I have found myself wet from his poetry and short stories. A huge turn on. I looked at his profile closer to find we both live in Chicago. Coincidence? Maybe. But I took that as my cue to change this banter about helping him write a fantasy to turning this fantasy into a reality. I’m intrigued to see if he can eat and fuck me as good as he describes in his writing. I sent him this:
He responded with two fantasies. Both hot. We emailed back and forth about his fantasies and introduced ourselves some and sent a photo to one another. He’s in his late 20s, very attractive, and definitely has potential. I agreed to meet up with him and gave him my kik. We will be meeting Monday for coffee and then plan on making these fantasies come to life. It is always hot when a guy has a way with words, he is no exception, and his fantasies written about us meeting have gotten me extra hot and bothered.
As both of our blogs are very sexual, I’m interested in seeing the juxtaposition of my very blunt real portrayal of what happens between us compared to his romanticized erotic poetic version. We will see if they have any similarities or if our writing is just so different that our encounter lives two completely different stories.
Not to change this from something sexy to something a bit more serious… but am I crazy for agreeing to meet someone (with a high potential of fucking) I met in the comments of my blog? I remember when meeting someone online was taboo and catfishing and the horror stories of people being raped and murdered from meeting someone online. The thought has crossed my mind a few times since emailing him, but I have met numerous people from online dating sites, so I am not really all that concerned. Crossing my fingers that this encounter is everything J. Reed and I have discussed and more.
I will fill you in on all the dirty details after I meet him Monday.
Not long after Neighbor Boy fulfilled his duties for the first night of The Convenient Oral Agreement, he pushed negotiations on condom use, cum shots, and opened discussions for being exclusive fuck buddies…. Never have I ever heard any situation where fuck buddies are exclusive. Is this even possible?
Before you even ask, the answer is no, I don’t allow him to fuck me without a condom. That would be stupid. We are both fucking other people and in no way have become “exclusive fuck buddies.” But that being said, this conversation, along with a few similar conversations we have had since, got me thinking about terms of casual relationships.
Facials… really boys? And why do guys always push to fuck without condoms? Is it possible to fuck someone exclusively without being in a relationship? Or can fuck buddies be a “priority” for condomless sex? If two people agreed to be “exclusive fuck buddies,” how is that different from being in a monogamous relationship?
What the fuck is an exclusive fuck buddy?
For the first several weeks (he will still do this sometimes) Neighbor Boy messaged me to negotiate the terms of our FWB. He has asked what I’m willing to do, what I like, and what he can expect from our arrangement. I never would have thought that this type of communication and negotiation would be necessary in a FWB situation, I usually just let things play out and let the terms unfold over time, but somehow this has worked for us. Because of this, not only were we aware that this was a sexual arrangement between neighbors, but we knew from the start what that meant for us.
The gray area that comes with the beginning of a new relationship came briefly at the start, but left just as quick. It was all of this conversing that created this mutual understanding from the get go.
One of my favorite clauses of our arrangement has to be convenient oral sex. This is something we came up with early on. Neighbor Boy was asking what to expect from our sessions. He was wondering if every time had to be an entire evening or if quickies could be on the agenda. During this, he then proceeded to inquire about blow jobs, and the rest is history.
Just like that, convenient oral was born. He said he’d be home around 6:30pm or so. I had plans at 9pm, so this would work perfectly. He told me to have my vibe and anal beads on standby, tonight was all about me. He was running late (something I expect of him almost always now). You would think an hour should be plenty of time, but I have a very complex vulva and depending on your style, it could take a while to crack until you learn my body well… This was his first time really delving into eating me. He ate me briefly before, but not a full blown attempt. The later he was running, the less time there was for him to make me cum and I was eager to see what he had going for him.
As 7pm passed. Now over a half hour late, I texted him to see where his ass was. He explained he was just getting home from work and would be up shortly. He came up around 7:30, giving us about 45 minutes until I had to get dressed and ready to head out for the evening. Once again, you would think this is plenty of time, but I have a very tricky clit. Unfortunately for me, my clit is quite small and recessed pretty high under my clitoral hood. On top of this, direct clitoral stimulation is what really does it for me, which is one of the main reasons I got my vertical clitoral hood pierced.
When he came up, he sat next to me on my bed. Neither of us made a move right away. There was kind of an awkward pause. Even though we had already fucked and there was this ongoing dialogue about what we expected from our sexual relationship, this pause got me a bit anxious. I have fucked and have had my pussy eaten numerous times before by various guys in a variety of situations and have gotten over that nervous first time phase and into this confident stride with every guy I’ve interacted with the past couple years. But somehow, this very instance, a few sexual encounters into our budding relationship, I felt vulnerable.
To break the silence, I asked, “What toys did you want me to grab?”
He confirmed, “Your favorite vibe and anal beads.”
I got up, grabbed the toys out of my dresser, and made my way back to bed setting the toys along side us. The awkwardness subsided some, but there was still some slight fumbling. He went in to kiss me. This eased everything a bit more, and as the kiss prolonged, he started to strip me naked, rubbing his hands down my back and grabbing my ass. His full lips pulled away from mine as he worked his kisses down my neck, grazing my collar bone, and tease my nipples with his tongue.
Laying me down, he spent some time on my nipples as he worked his hands on my inner thigh. He then sat up, grabbed the vibe, and started to rub it on my clit and teasing my vagina, watching my face in anticipation. I smirked, and told him, “Add some lube.”
Confused, he questioned me, “You’re soaking wet though.”
I grabbed the toy from him and explained, “I know, but silicone, no matter how wet I am, feels better with lube. It makes it slide in and out much easier and takes away any potential friction.” I then rubbed the toy against his skin to show him how the toy almost pulls on your skin due to friction, added some lube and showed him how slick it became.
I handed the vibe back to him to let him play some more. The toy was an Ina Lelo vibe. Not necessarily the optimal pussy eating vibe, but he insisted I grabbed my favorite vibe so I did. Being a classier rabbit style vibe (it’s more sleek and doesn’t have the “cute” rabbit ears), it’s a duo motor vibe for g-spot and clit stimulation.
Well as he started to insert it, I instantly jumped back, “Ummmm… that part isn’t meant for my ass! That’s a clit vibe.”
“Sorry, my bad.” He corrected the vibe, and we continued.
As he slid the vibe in and out and rubbed it against my clit, I started to ease into it more. He then went back to kissing my nipples as the toy worked it’s magic some more. I stopped him, “I love my toy, but wasn’t this supposed to be convenient oral?”
He looked up at me and pulled out the vibe, “Turn around and get on all fours.”
I smirked and obeyed. He kissed my back and worked his way down my ass cheek to my inner thighs, then licked my pussy from behind. A very hot move, not a go-to for me, but hot nonetheless. I leaned forward and let him lick and suck on my lips for a few minutes. He then demanded, “Now sit on my face.”
I let out a slight giggle, “Ok, but if you want me to cum, you’re best bet is to have me on my back, something about being able to fully relax brings my orgasms out easier.”
“Just do it,” he insisted as he repositioned himself to lay down.
I listened, swung my leg over his face, placing my clit on his mouth, and pressed my arms against the wall, using it as a prop to push against as I rode his face. His tongue slid up and down between my inner lips. As I pushed my hips back, his tongue would circle above and below my clit pushing my piercing side to side, directly stimulating my clit. When I pulled my hips forward, his tongue would barely graze the entrance of my vagina. Back and forward I moved my hips and let his tongue explore my soaking wet pussy.
Several minutes of riding his face was enough. As hot as it was, I still knew this would not get me to cum. I rolled over, swinging my leg over his body, and laid down, “I’m not cumming by riding your face.”
“Fine,” he agreed, “Where are the anal beads?”
I handed them to him with lube. As he squeezed out some lube on his hand and slathered it on the toy, I gave him instructions, “I don’t know how much anal play experience you have, but with beads, for me, they aren’t an aggressive in and out toy. Insert, twist and turn a little, maybe pull out slowly and reinsert some, but nothing too excessive. That is until the end… pro tip, as I’m cumming pull the beads out.”
He was a bit cocky, “I’ve done plenty of butt stuff, don’t worry.” His lack of knowledge on my vibrator had me a bit doubtful, but he has shown quite a bit of skill with his tongue, so I let him get to work. He slowly inserted it bead by bead; every bead larger than the one before gave me a slight tinge of pleasure.
As the last bead was inserted, he looked up at me, smiled, then slowly brought his mouth to my clit, licking it, playing with my piercing with his tongue, and making intense eye contact for several long seconds. It has become apparent, he is one of those guys that loves to watch a girl react to everything he does. Although this adds more vulnerability, it was kind of hot.
With one hand, he played slightly with the beads, the other hand he grabbed my vibe and slowly moved it in and out with the clit vibe rubbing side to side beneath his tongue as he ate me. This was a fucking mind blowing trifecta of pleasure going on. All the stimulation was super hot, but my vulnerability from before kicked in again. I knew how eager he was to please me and that intense stare, although hot, pulled my head away from the action and into a headspace where I was thinking more about his eagerness to please me and overthinking my orgasm.
Everything he was doing was so fucking good, but I needed to snap out of my thoughts. I threw the pillow from under my head aside, leaned my head back, and closed my eyes. Deep breaths in and out, refocussing my thoughts on every flick of his tongue on my clit, the beads in my ass, and the vibe in my vagina.
Inhale, one, two, three, four. Exhale, one, two, three, four. Repeat.
As my mind cleared, my hands started to go numb, then my forearms, then my feet. This was one of the most prolonged orgasm I’ve had. Everything was tingling awaiting a full body release. Literally minutes of numbness and my body still didn’t succumb. It was almost too much stimulation.
I kicked the arm that was controlling the vibe, “Take it out.”
He listened. As the vibe came out, the numbness turned to a tingling sensation, my breathing got heavier, my back arched, a feeling of ecstasy took over. I felt my orgasm coming, “Pull the beads out now!”
As he pulled the beads, tongue still on my clit, my orgasm released, my vagina contracted, and my entire body tensed up with pleasure. Once I came down from that high, I pulled him up from between my legs and kissed him, still catching my breath. “That was fucking hot.”
He then got up, but as he did, I pulled on his hand to sit him back on the bed. Although I had plans, I wanted him so fucking bad. I wanted to blow him and fuck him all night. I went to reach down his pants to grab his cock, he pushed away my hand, “Tonight was just for you, convenient oral at it’s finest. I will get mine soon.”
He wouldn’t let me. I kept trying and he kept pushing me away even though he was rock hard. “I do like how much you want to blow me though,” He added as he got up again to leave. I got up and kissed him, pushing my naked body against his, lingered for a moment, and then let him out.
I looked at the time, it was 9:15pm, I was already late for my plans. I hurried up and got dressed and booked it to the bar.
Convenient oral. Best term to our agreement yet.