Sometimes all you need is a good romp

Favourite fuckbuddy number one is away in Spain for a month, I was texting with him from my buble bath and thinking of his expert hands and soft lips on my warm body when favourite fuckbuddy number two answered a text I had sent him earlier. Igor suggested we met a little later.
At the said time, I decided to add a little spice and waited downstairs, hidden behind the front door hoping no neighbours would show up for a while.
As soon as Igor appeared in front of the huge glass door I flung it wide to a shocked Igor who smiled when I droped my black coat to flash my red bra and knickers to him. After a quick embrace, we got into the lift and started to make out heavily till the fifth floor. Once inside we had a wild roll in the hay or rather on my red bedding. I asked Igor to go slow tonight, I wasnt in the mood for a caveman. He complied and slowed down but somehow I found myself trying to recreate Volker's tenderness and failed parlously. After a while I stoped making believe Igor was romantic and sweet. I just let him be who he is and enjoyed him as Igor and not as a proxi.
I really needed to have this good time last night, I had worked hard, did a ton of paperwork and generally felt exhausted. I loved to surprise him the way I did. Nothing like a good romp to put me back on rails !
Sometimes that is all you need to function properly again.

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dirty sweaty sexy

I had never done that before, we in switzerland are so obsessed with hygiene and cleanliness that we would never dream of doing that. However I had this incredibly sexy experience that was a mix of cro magnon and gentleman.
Volker, my  cute 31 year old construction worker and I, had been texting through the afternoon quite flirtily. Neither of us had time to meet during the weekend but  we had wished we could. At around 6 pm he texted again asking if I were home alone because he was downstairs. I jumped in the bathroom to splash cold water on my face and dab a bit of perfume on. I wore jogging clothes but I didnt have time to change, this would have to do. I opened the door wide, quite turned on by all our previous texting. He stepped in, smiled cheekily at me and droped his  heavy work back pack on the floor. My first thought was to tell him to go have a shower first, his clothes were dirty, there was dust even in his hair and his skin was sweaty but his hands were clean.  His eyes focused on my lips as he grabed my waiste and pulled me in for a long languid kiss.
-Where shall we do it ? he asked. I turned my head towards the living room and he lifted me up while I jumped up to wrap my legs around his hips.
He carried me so all the way to the large brown leather couch and there instead of throwing me on it and jumping on me, he sat on the couch with me still around him and we made out in this position. Clothes came off slowly, one by one, and kissing became more sexual and heavy. I bent over to kiss his sixpack while he managed to bend over me to kiss my neck. What a contorsionist !
By now I couldnt care less that his clothes were dirty, his hair messy and his face badly unshaved. His raw sexappeal was seriously turning me on. I didnt even mind his rugged face slightly scratching my cheeks and I was not afraid of his cavemanlike moves either. He was all man, sweat and all but he was a gentle and considerate lover, he made sure I came before he did and afterwards he fell asleep on top of me while still holding me in his long arms, his right hand cupping the back of my head . When he awoke later he smiled and said he was sorry to be so tired but he had been working since 6 am. Seriously ? It had been tender, warm and cuddly, I wonder how a construction worker can be such a fine creativ lover and I told him so. He answered that not all construction workers are illeterate brutes who mindlessly shag all that moves, they can be as chosy and as  passionate as any men. On the field most of the workers keep braging about all the women they shag all the time ( yeah right ) but Volker never talks about his sexlife. In fact he is so quiet about his life that his boss once asked him if he were gay. He cleverly answered that if he were gay he would still indeed have lots of  sex stories to talk about but he just considers his sexlife to be private. We both agreed that it is those who talk the most about it that get laid the less.
I sat on the couch facing him with my legs around him and his around me. My head rested on his left shoulder while his rested against mine. Our arms  were around each other and our eyes were closed. Things were getting hot again and we had sex in that weird position that felt wonderful although a tad uncomfortable when I put my hands on the couch and lifted my pelvis to meet his. So glad I went to pilates last night. Later on we still had our eyes closed waiting for our hearts to beat at a normal rate when I whispered :
- I wonder if you are that fantastic with all the people you sleep with.
-I only sleep with you. I almost did cartwheels ! He must really like me then.
-You do ? I tried to sound nonchalent.
-Yeah. Im not saying  I want an exclusive thing but I only sleep with you.
-Me too.....but ....why me ?
-I dont know, but I am a good judge of character and It feels like I can actually trust  you....
What does that even mean ? I guess that will have to do.
-Cool, me too.
Hmm sounds good, a great fuck and a pep talk.
He left after kissing me a douzain times more. I watched him walked the street looking like a rough construction worker, who knew he could be such a loving cuddly cat ?

when you leave a guy.....

Ok, now I dont want anyone to call me bitchy but I officially ended things with my brazilian shagbuddy today since he did not seem to understand what "no" means. Last month he freaked me out by ringing at 3 am so frantically he broke my door bell. I could have forgiven him if he had said " oops sorry, I guess I was drunk/stoned/mistaken/sleepwalking " but when I confronted him about it the next day he denied it entirely even when I said I actually saw him ( I was hiding behind the window scared out of my witts ) ! He not only lied, which is very silly in this case, he  accused me of making it up ! Ladies if a man starts telling you its your imagination instead of answering your questions, you know it is time to let go. That guy in particular is sexy and great in bed but I decided not to date him anymore because the type of irresponsible behaviour he is showing could escalade into something worse even uncontrollable. But I wanted to be nice about it so each time he would ask to see me I would always say no, I even pretended I had met somebody. When he asked me pointblank to shag him I texted back,
-sorry never gonna happen again, you know I dont do relationships.
This morning he came to the center and asked if we were done, I confirmed that we are. He held out his hand for me to shake and I said it was too silly he ought to give me a kiss on the cheek to say goodbye, a handshake is so formal.
But he walked away with his nose up in the air....Only to return a few minutes later to invite me for a coffee ! I said I really dont have time and my life is a little too complicated to have someone like him in it. I was trying to be diplomatic, I hope it will be enough. That guy is freaking me out now.
I always said it was gonna be sexual only, I did explain I was not interested in something long term or serious, he got some great rolls in the hay with me without any strings attached, what the f... does he want now ?
Have you noticed that when a man leaves you he just stubs your heart coldly and wont give any explanations but when a woman no longer wants to date a guy he gets very demanding and outraged ?
To make matter worse my official stalker just rang me out of the blue from a new number to ask me out, grrrrrrr is there any normal man around ?
I am so fed up with drama queens, stalkers, crazies and emotional fuck ups.
GRRRRR

Drunken sex

We all know that drunken sex is a waste of everybody's time but I had a really cute  experience last night.
My God-daughter and her fiancé were in Zurich and we decided to have a japanese dinner . We had a wonderful time and I loved seeing them so happy and so in love even after six years together, bless them.
Around eleven p.m. I started to walk home because it was such a lovely starry night. As I turned into the long street that leads to mine, I noticed a man sitting on the pavement and listening to music, I distinguished the apple green nylon jacket but couldnt see the actual features of the face but this is not something you want to do in the middle of the night with a stranger in the street anyway.  I walked on quickly and set my mp3 to listen to Kylie Minogue. The man jumped up and run after me ! I nearly missed a heartbeat when he grabbed my arm.
Martin !
Suddenly my east german shagbuddy stood there before me in the middle of the night with a silly big grin and I realised he was drunk when he stumbled over me for a kiss.
-What are you doing here Martin ?
-I have been partying and I wanted to spend some time alone before going home.
-In the street ? Near my street ?
-Errr yeah. What are you listening to ?
-Errr Amy Winehouse ( I was embarrassed to be cought with romantic songs )
- Shall we have a walk in the park ?
He took my hand and we walked, or rather I walked and he zig.zaged, to the park till we found a bench.
It was pitch dark and we were all alone.
He was getting amorous and kept trying to undress me but I wouldnt let him. Years ago I dated an alcoholic and we often had al fresco sex in situations like this. I always gave in and hated myself afterwards. I had flashbacks of Carlos and freaked out, I straddled Martin and grabed his hands off my shirt.
-Shatz, do you remember what happened last saturday ?
-I'd rather not.
-You behaved like a primitive  cro magnon and I'd like to understand why.
-I am  embarassed  to have treated you so brutally, I dont know why I did it.
-Because it didnt get too out of hand, Im willing to put it down to experience but I never want you to do this to me ever again. I dont like brutality at all.
-Ok
-I mean it ! Never again.
Martin's embarassement was genuine. I felt a wave of tenderness for him and deposited a small kiss on his forehead. He jumped and asked what I was doing.
-what do you mean ? 
-You kissed my forehead, why did you kiss my forehead ?
-Is it that unpleasant ?
-No it just that it feels funny.
He was quite serious and asked me point blank :
-What  was your childhood like ?
-What ?
-What's the name of your religion ?
-Why ?
-Because I wanna know.
-You are sooo drunk, lets go back to my place for a strong cup of coffee.
-Im not drunk.
-Oh you  soooo are , come on.
I managed to walk back to my building with Martin wrapped around me. Later on in my kitchen I was making coffee while he kept kissing my back and tried to undress me. I led him to my balcony where I made him drink his coffee  which he liked so much he even drank mine.
He was feeling better already and we could actually have a nice conversation.
Some men get agressive when they drink and some become over romantic and laugh a lot.
Im pleased to say Martin fits the second category just like my ex hubby does.
He gave me a long long  languid kiss that made my head spin and said :
-I want your body,  I want it now.
-You got it.
-I do ?
-Yeah.
We laid on my bed, in each other arms, making out slowly. He whispered that he loved my beautiful ass and my gorgeous breasts, my silky skin and my sweet lips and and ....and.
That felt so good !
The sex itself was not as explosive as usual but we came anyway before he fell asleep in my arms.
It was nice, warm and comfy. My cat jumped up and cuddled up to him. It was so cute watching them play together. When Martin  left he was feeling so much better as when he had stumbled in, walking upright and smiling, blowing me air kisses from the stair case. Was is destiny that put me on his path ? Or was he waiting in my street hoping to see me ? Was he looking for a dignified way to apologize ? I have no idea but it turned out nicely.


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