Back on the saddle

One of the things I’ve been exploring since leaving Texas is the power of my body and sexuality. Exploring how I use my body to please both myself and my partner.

Admittedly while with Texas, I had a lot of hangups while having sex with him. Which meant I was never on top.

But I threw caution to the wind and said “fuck it.” Obviously the guys that want to fuck me, like what they see…so I’ll take advantage of that.

Enter “Taco”…he’s called Taco in my book because he fucked me after feeding me tacos once. And that was pretty fucking awesome.

I met Taco on OKC, and it was really one of those conversations that started with me saying, “so how’s a lady supposed to get in your pants?” And after like 4 more texts I found myself at his house at 3am. Taco was the first cock I’d had in me since Texas and because of that I made it clear that when I got over there the first night it wasn’t to get to know each other.

And we didn’t. I got to his place, knocked on the door, and he answered the door naked with a huge, hard cock. We made it to his couch. I didn’t even realize he actually had a bed until like the 3rd time I was with him.

He tried to fuck me bent over the back of the couch but the angles were 100% wrong (thanks Ikea), we didn’t hit our stride until I got him on the couch and straddled him. There was something so liberating about watching him enjoy me riding him. And something even more enjoyable seeing his face smothered in between my tits.

Sadly, I wasn’t able to cum from being on top, as much as I enjoyed being in complete control of us. So I told him, before he could cut he needed to get me off first, because I’m a fuckin lady, right?

He bent my ass like it was a pretzel and hit the exact spot I needed hit…over and over again. He took a position I was used to with Texas, and took it to an EXTREME. I came so hard on my final orgasm I accidentally slapped him. Oops.

And then I left and was home by 4:30am.

Interesting note about Taco: he could be twins with one of Texas’ best friends.

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