All sex is good sex. It is what you make it. The best kind
of sex for pure passion and necessity is make-up sex. We all know this. The
moment when you both realise you can’t be angry at each other any longer, and
just want to rip their clothes off and make it all better takes a lot of
beating. Second best to make-up sex, for me anyhow, is surprise sex. Sex that
finds you when you’re not expecting it… this is a recount of my weekend
escapades that resulted in a very satisfying combination of the two.
So, I don’t have a boyfriend, fiancé, husband etc. What I do
have however, as most of us ladies will at some point, is a Mr A and a Mr B.
Men who I date for different reasons. In my case, Mr B is the date guy, he’s my
call for dinner etc. (and I am also his, I am not the kind of girl who uses
guys just for dinner :D) Mr A is my sex date. Without a doubt, Friday it was
most definitely a Mr A night. I’d had a great week, but one that hadn’t
involved any sex, apart from my late night escapades involving the internet and
my own DIY skills. It was the weekend, I wanted to get some and Mr A was the
lucky guy.
Now, I know that for most of the readers out there, you want
me to cut straight to the good stuff, and we will get there don’t you worry,
but not before I give you some
detail; Mr A and I went out with friends, we drank. A lot. Shots are great, Mr
A and I like them. In our case however,
they are not conducive to happy
endings. Take note WingMen and Chicks, if your alpha looks as though he/she is
about to drink one too many shots, remind them that a) it is harder to get it
up if you are drunk, b) no one wants to fuck someone so drunk that they can
barely hold themselves up. In our case, the alcohol made Mr A a little jealous
and suffice to say, my casual friendly flirting did not go down well.
You don’t need the full account, but our evening ended in a
huge argument, tears (from me) and everything. Wingman/chick tip: DO NOT CRY in
front of a potential fuck. I can JUST about get away with it because I firstly
don’t make a habit of it, and secondly happen to be really good friends with Mr
A. But there is no other excuse, it is not hot. You will more than likely not
get laid (unless the other person likes that kind of thing, in which case go
for it…though we would still be a little worried if they are willing to get
freaky with you after a first date cry-fest. In fact, really, just leave now
before they murder you.)
Apologies. Off on a tangent. Back to the story. So, we went to bed angry. Not a good
move.
HERE IS THE PART YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR: In the early
hours of the morning, I was woken up. Hung-over and confused, I couldn’t quite
work out why I’d woken up to begin with. That was until I realised that Mr A
was lying behind me, had slid one
of his fingers inside my pussy and was gently rubbing my G-spot. Well. I was
not impressed. In fact I was still a little angry from the night before and did
not enjoy being woken up after 3 hours sleep. I turned around to tell Mr A
exactly where he could stick it (excuse the pun) but before I had time to
complain, he had moved his fingers onto my clit, and his mouth was teasing one
of my nipples. I can’t deny it, I have a real weakness when it comes to my
nipples, and when you combine nipple sucking and clit stroking… well I’m pretty
much a goner.
Now girls, here is a tip from me. If you want a guy to lick
your pussy, tell him. In the same way that men are very happy to ask you for a
blow job, be clear about what you want. No one will think any less of you, in
fact any real man will be totally turned on by the request. I wasn’t quite so
polite. I just grabbed the back of Mr A’s head and pushed it towards my pussy.
It worked. When you haven’t had any sleep, actions speak louder than words. I
wanted him to persuade me back into happiness before I let him fuck me, so my
hand stayed on the back of his head, just to make sure he didn’t move until I
came.
Here is a little tip: don’t go in all guns blazing if this
the first time you’ve gone down on a particular girl. Take it slow, see what
she responds to. Easy signs to spot that she is enjoying herself; her hands
grip you, the bed etc. a little tighter, she raises her hips and pushes against
you, her breathing gets heavier or more erratic. I know you know all this, but
sometimes it is good to hear it again.
Mr A knows what I like, he is a quick learner, and I am a
good teacher. It didn’t take me very long to be persuaded…I came and I came
hard. We spent the majority of the
next hour making up. The great thing about make-up sex is that you can take all
that pent up anger and use It in a positive way. In Mr A’s case that was to
fuck me until I couldn’t breathe properly. In my case that was to ride him
until I came again...and then tell him I wanted to sleep J
Ah don’t worry men , he didn’t let me and I’m not that mean.
I know how to work that pussy and I’d say by the time I finished with him, he
probably wished we argued more often.
Take this lesson from my story WingMen and Women…no matter
what kind of sex you are having, make it count. Ask for what you want, and
mostly you shall get.
Over and out, for now.
The Girl.
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