Last night I had the opportunity to tick another name off my 'BoysTo Do' list. He's been on there for some time. Since 2005. 11 years. I never thought I'd cross his name off, but here I am, and I have!
I met this fella at the same time that I met The Orangutan. You know, he's the bloke I moved to the other side of the planet for and is also the same bloke that ripped my heart out and shat on it. The newest notch on my bed post is the Tattooed Man. Originally from Queens, New York City. And yep, he still has his accent. Sweet!
The three of us started working together and did our training together. The Tattooed Man was married back in '05, but this didn't stop us from having a big old flirt. We were employed on a casual basis so when the job finished up The Orangutan and I went off to England and I lost contact with the Tattooed Man.
We bumped into each other once or twice along the road, he had actually started working with a friend of mine and we reconnected at a party in around 2008, before once more going our separate ways, after a major flirting session of course. In August last year he popped into my mind for some reason or another. I did a quick search on Facebook and sent out a friend request. He accepted, I was stoked.
A few months ago, he popped up in an instant message on Facebook. We began chatting back and forth, it turns out that we are once again, both working for the same large organisation. All be it, in very different roles, but they sometimes overlap as I travel for my job. Lo and behold, I ended up at his office! We got to chatting and reminiscing about the good old days and before I knew it, it was time for me to leave. But before leaving we agreed that we needed to go out for some beers and a bite to eat, so that we could catch up properly. I planned on having a few drinks working my flirty mojo and drawing him into my lair.
We had planned to met up two weeks ago on the Saturday evening of his birthday weekend. It seemd that he had gone out with his buddies the night before and was out partying until 5am. Needless to say he was hung over so badly he couldn't get his arse off the couch. I was cut.
On Wednesday we began a serious flirt fest back and forth over text. We came to agree that I would go to his house for a few beers after he finished work at 11pm last night (Saturday ). I spent the day pimping and preening myself. I moisturised and de-fuzzed, which is a big deal for me because I very rarely de-fuzz for anything or anyone, just ask my friends ! Just after 11pm, I sent him a message asking if he was ready to rumble, to which he replied 'Hell yeah!'. I put on my sexy red bra and slipped on myzip front dress, no knickers and off I went!
I was so nervous. My heart was thumping, it kind of felt like it was beating to an odd new rythm and my hands that are usually super warm were now cold and clamy. I managed pull myself together by the time I got to his front door. As I approached the open door I gave him a little shout to announce my arrival. He smoothly answered the door with a big grin as he said, 'Hey baby doll, come on in!'.
He offered me a drink, quickly adding that he only had manly drinks on hand - scotch, rum, vodka or gin. None of which I drink. He managed to rustle up a bottle of red wine from somewhere and filled a glass almost to the brim! We sat on the couch, he with a scotch on the rocks and I with my very large red wine. We chatted along for over an hour, the conversation easily flowed. Then all of a sudden, he took my wine from my hand and pounced!
We must have been kissing on the couch for a good 10 minutes before his hands wandered between my legs. He was like a kid on Christmas morning when he notice that I had not worn any underwear, he quickly rose to his feet and pulled me to his bedroom.
We both stripped off our clothes and he gave me the old American ho-down throw down onto his bed. It was rough, hard, and furious. There was hair pulling, ass spanking and choking. I fucking loved every minute of it, and lapped it up like a kitty cat drinking milk from a saucer.
We shagged multiple times into the wee hours of the morning. Between rounds we lay down on the bed, held hands and just talked. It was bliss. Eventually we were both spent and slowly fell asleep.
I left 12 hours after I had arrived. I love rough sex. I love when the guy takes charge. I love being fucked hard. He was well worth an 11 year wait. And you know what, I can't wait to go back for more!
