Fight sex with crasy Angelo

Angelo was a viril handsome spanish wine salesman in his mid thirties that I met trough a good friend when she gave him a lift as we had just returned from running some errands.
That morning I was less than presentable,unwashed hair, red nose and broken voice from a cold, how someone found me attractive that day I will never know.
I barely said hi to Angelo when Caroline introduced him as he got in the car behind me.
To my surprise he asked my friend Caroline for my number ! I was intrigued and accepted to have dinner with him. Dinner lead to great sex on the third date and I thought Angelo might make a good shagbuddy BUT I was afterall dealing with a macho man from Spain and he though I should be, submissive, sweet , available and non opinionated ( did he pick the wrong girl or what ? ).
He decided when and where we should see each other,everything had to be on Angelo's  terms,  he even wasted my time twice by inviting me over and deciding he wasnt in the mood for sex after all, I was so vexed ! i slammed the door of his apartment as he was shouting he would never touch me again ! grrrr

Little did he know that I was already the boss of my sex life back then and as soon as he tried to display power, I reacted by jumping in another man's arms, a gorgeous lawyer called Mickey, practically in front of him.
I had liked Angelo  and I  wanted to make him jaelous to prove a point so that we could renegotiate our affair on my terms.
My point was : Dont you dare blackmail me sexually because, although I like your dick, I can get nice dicks elsewhere anytime. I dont need yours !

Caroline and her husband Jeff, gave a huge party to celebrate a major promotion he got. Angelo was there, so was I. He turned up with some bimbo that he kept toying with, making sure they were always a few feet from me.
I had come by myself as I always do to a party.
Angelo's games were a little  unerving, not to mention that everyone was talking about us.
Suddenly I spotted this classy handsome man who had women practically queuing up for him !
Not only was he movie star good looking, looked like one too, he had this aura of natural elegance and sexyness without even trying hard.
My friend Caroline explained that Mickey was a corporate lawyer that worked with her husband, and a really nice person too, single !
I told her he just looked way too hot to be a nice person and I didnt care about the "single" part, Mickey would be perfect to annoy Angelo, I decided.
Oh but dont you want to patch things up with Angelo ? asked my friend
No I just want to show him who the boss is. I replied.
I stood somewhere Mickey could see me and I just stared and stared at him silently .
I overheard him say he would never date a woman who didnt drink or smoke because that would be boring.
Aha ! a challenge !
Intrigued Mickey came over to introduce himself and offer me a glass of champagne. I declined politely and looked him straight in the eyes.
I dont drink nor smoke, I purred,  you want to dance with me ?
And we did, dance slowly while we made small talk. Angelo didnt like that very much.
Good.
As he proceded to kiss his bimbo while looking right at me, I asked Mickey to come to the bathroom for a make out session.
Mickey jumped on the chance and draged me to the bathroom by the hand.
Fortunately Mickey was a great kisser, I said he was too good for something quick and sordid, he should drive me home and call me the next day.
Mickey and I exchanged our numbers, as we came out of the bathroom, he went to the cloakroom to get our coats. I stood in front of the bathroom door, pretending to reaply my lipstick and prin my hair for at least 5 minutes just to make Angelo boil at the thought of what might have happen between Mickey and I.
muahahahaha   ( silly , I know)
By now he wasnt even looking at his bimbo anymore.
Good.

A couple of days later I had a proper shag date with Mickey and wow !
First, I had to endure the ritual of classical first date,  boring dinner and  eluding the usual third degree. I was hoping this would be worth it and discretly checked my watch as I wanted to get shagged, showered and home in my jammies before the midnight movie started on television.
What ?
i want to hurry that date so i can make the creepy movie on time ! so what ?
Im a movie junkie and proud of it, there is a time and place for everything. A time to eat fine food with friends or familly, a time to date, a time to get wild and crazy shagging with a handsome one night stand, a time to work, and a time to relax in front of the tv while my cat purrs to me.
With a modicum of organisation and discipline you can have it all !
I noticed the waitresses kept smiling at him and a few female customers too. Ah the pros and cons of dating a strikingly beautiful man !
I told him next time ,we are skipping dinner and jumping straight into bed !
This is too hot to waste even a second of it.
Mickey was so gorgeous and possesed such expertise in the art of making love that I forgot all about Angelo. I would go as far as admitting that one afternoon, in his bed, after a really steamy session, I cought myself thinking :
this is it, sex doesnt get better that that. I could die right now and have no regrets because I got to shag Mickey.
I changed my mind since of course but that is what I felt that day after a million multi orgasms with Mickey.

Didnt last of course, besides the fact that Mickey was constantly travelling and I wasnt prepared to close my legs in between 2 visits, there is also the small matter of him never listening to anything I said no matter how often we dated  and ...........I may have shaged a colleague of his, unknowingly.
The class differance took care of the rest.
Lawyers and working class women dont mix too good I guess.
But I dont regret it, what a fabulous romp that was !

Back to my viril, sexy, mucho macho, spaniard.
When Angelo called me after that party, summoning me to his place  to demand an explanation he was so not entitled to, I had a lot of fun when he mentioned that Mickey looked like a proper maricon anyway.
He kept asking all night if I had done it with him and I just kept him hanging there, refusing to answer.
But we did have wonderfull fight sex Angelo and I !
What a man ! we were screaming at each other half in spanish and half in english, at some point we were in his kitchen and he opened the fridge door to pick up some mustard, I must have made a wrong move and he dropped the mustard jar on the floor !
Joder !Look at what you made me do  !
I laughed at him while holding a glass of coke in my hand and he took it brutally, spilling it on my chest !
Aii non ! hijo de p. ! I complained . smearing some mustard on his shirt !
I started  removing my Tshirt  and walking towards the bathroom to clean that mess.
Angelo never let me reach the bathroom.
The whole thing really turned him on and he began kissing me hard. I pretended I wasnt interested and pushed him on the couch, ( convenient ? right ? )
where he pulled me to him immediatelly.
Fight sex is quite explosive and exciting but I wouldnt do this everyday.
What made it so good is that it was totally spontaneous, he was kissing my neck then pushing  me away sighing he didnt want me anymore because I was a bitch and he would never touch me again ! I would just get up , pull my skirt down and pretend to walk away till he would grab my waiste from behind and whisper : non te vayas, quiedaté conmigo.
Why ? am I not a bitch ?
You are but im loco por you, bitch!
And again we would roll on Angelo's persian carpet, bump into some furnitures, argue again and shag again.
I can truely say that my revenge night with Angelo was unforgetable, nothing compares to it even now !.
Around 6am, he was slowly falling asleep, absolutely emptied by our sexfight. I was happy, I proved a point, I got to shag Antonio again, but I also realise that was our last time together...it had to be, you cant pick up after a power game like this.
Too bad.
I got up, sorted my torn clothes around me as he grabed my ankle asking me where I thought I was going,
Out, you and I are trough, just like you wanted, ahora non me vas a toccar nunca mas, cabron.
Bitch , I fucking hate you.
I wraped my coat around me, feeling strong, alive and so sexy ! 
Nose right up in the air, hoping the taxi driver would not notice my smugged mascara, messy hair and and funny mustard/coke smell on my ripped clothes.