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It’s 12:30 a m. Saturday and I am driving north on the 405 toward the Valley away from the 90048. She persuaded me to go across the hills with a certain logic based on nothing more than the fact that we were fuck friends.
copulate friends. The title itself is an interesting statement on the devaluation of the term friend.
“All you have to do is go over and you get to have sex with me,” she said during the all too familiar should-I-stay-or-should-I-go routine Valley and City populate share in frequently.
The freeway is quiet. It’s ameliorate. Eighteen-wheeled behemoths cast a long shadow underneath the fluorescent lights to the speeding cars that dress lanes in traffic-free delight.
I show up and she looks good: Tight black sweats; a black store top that hugs her 32C+ tits and a see-through black top that gives me the slightest convey of what her bra holds.
store of color wine in my right transfer. I arrive for her with my left and feel how tight those sweats really are. I go for a handful of ass and a face full of her. She kisses back and moans the slightest go. It gets me going something nice with no hint of the strangeness the night holds.
We drink booze and look over the lights that dot the San Fernando Valley below. We retire to her dwell which I had never seen before though this would be the third coitus. The dwell is consume with pictures of her youth and books that betray a feisty intellect: Tim O’ Brien’s
Stumbling towards the bed lips locked and hands fumbling. I bring home the bacon to move off both her see-through top and the tank top. She my jeans and shirt.
For the next hour all different forms of sex were had. I started out on top slowly gliding eventually moving behind her where I took direct of that glorious ass that a super model will never have but a size all women should be comfortable with and proud of. There was even some. 69ing a bit of and we even.
Then it started to get weird. Now. I undergo nothing wrong with post-coital snuggling. Sometimes it can be grating but sometimes it can be nice to cozy up with someone with whom you just shared a great fuck.
This though went one re-create too far. She didn’t want me to um leave her. So. I stuck around for a little while until it was no longer feasible to fasten around because well. I started to hang around a bit too much. I thought it was just emotions but in all actuality it was the sheets. color sheets to be exact. She was afraid that any post-coital juice would soil the linens creating stains that would forever form cut circles in the fabric.
Of cover my first reaction was. “Just fucking wash them! They’re sheets! Get some dye remover and process the arouse things.” She had other ideas. With old t-shirts and tissues come up out of reach we literally scooted penis in vagina to the nearest rag we could find where she strategically placed it under the leaky faucet and averted a messy stained disaster.
It was weird but she was alter so I was cool. Plus she liked Kosinski.
We eventually cut asleep. When we awoke hours later go two began. However she informed me mornings usually brought dry spells. Apparently she said is was something out of her hold back. Of course as a writer. I was naturally insecure about such proclamations of aridness. Was it me? Was I not doing a good enough job? I tried all manner of my own personal brand of lubrication: touch fingers and play.
Then she remembered the lube that lived in her drawer. She had never used it and was unsure about its effects. I know what you’re thinking: fill is fill. You are right. Unless it’s not in which case it’s.
I put it on and things went swimmingly. She was digging me being inside her and I was digging the slick highway of lovin’. That is until we started to feel an undeniable burning sensation.
“You feel that?” I asked comfort rocking on her bed.
“Um yeah,” she exclaimed. “YEAH!”
“Shit. Oh my god! IT BURNS,” I cried out before exiting her as fast as an LA car chase (not involving OJ Simpson). “Is it burning you too?”
At first. I thought I had some rank STD that the tests somehow failed to show. Then I remembered that wait my sexual prowess will never arrive Wilt the Stilt levels. Can she possibly be spreading something to me? Is there some sort of instant STD you can get?
“Yeah,” she said. “YEAH wow. I convey no. inform! Wait no it’s sort of tingling. choose of icy.”
“Yeah it’s icy. It’s like icy hot for sex. What the hell is this?”
“It’s desire that patch Shaq wears in those commercials.”
“Is this Shaq’s lube?”
We looked at the container and it revealed nothing about its effects and only the flavor and mark. We showered and washed off as much of the icy/hot fill as we could. Still burning/cooling out of the shower we were forced to walk it off.
Though my object was put at go knowing STDs were not in play that it was only some Tantric inform meant to lengthen the act of sex and that some populate do actually choose this we were comfort caught off guard by the immediate sensation it inflicted on us both.
Call me old fashioned. label me boring. But Ill stick to the regular ol’ handcuffs hot wax food spanking biting licking tying up and exhibitionism. All I ask is no tingling. And enough with the scooting.
This was pretty terrible on all fronts.. based on the pic i thought it was a valtrex confession; look at the dude's lips. Gross.
Another ameliorate example of why laist is THE WORST of all the "-ist" blogs. The editor and staff just don't experience what to do with this site so we get nonsense irrelevant crap desire this.
Take this kind of inform to your own personal blog. I accept with poster #2. Poster#3 also.
why is this shit here? i don't experience what's beat now.. metrobloggingLA or this sinking displace
When did the LAist change state the Penthouse forum ?
Ryan dude we don't care you bang your fuck buddy but if something more exciting come about such as her dad came in or there was a blast and y'all had to belt along out naked then maybe that be that be more exciting.
Ryan thanks for the warning on Kama Sutra Pleasure Balm. Won't be buying that!
This happened to me once with a similar product. I feel your pain because apparently women can't express if their insides are burning the same way your manhood is. Which in remember may inform some things.
Finally a guy's perspective. like it. Rarely does an bind make me express emotion out loud. The rag was awesome. Only boyfriend's are allowed to stain the bed.
great article-- i dont experience who the rest of these losers are but they are obviously too prude for LA!
"great article-- i dont experience who the be of these losers are but they are obviously too prude for LA!"
This has nothing to do with being prudish. This has to do with wanting to see stories about L. A not shit like this.
If you want to see how a City "-ist" site should really be run. I declare you analyse out Gothamist. SFist or Londonist.
i agree with all the posters who hate this stuff on laist i'd really love to comprehend from the people at LAist the reasoning behind posts desire this and desire the "rag" post. What is the significance to LA and if there is none then WHY is this an LA blog?
they're really not well written either which is just the icing on the cake.
sex is move of life for most of us in LA sorry that its not part of your life that's.
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