The Dateable Dork

Ohhhhhhh, my dears, can we all just take a minute to bask in the intoxicating sex glow that’s been hovering over me since Friday night?  : )  I’ve gotta say, I’m SO glad I did it.  There’s an endless internal debate over whether getting involved with Hot Marine is worth all the aggravation, the disappointment, the frustration, the arguing… but this time, it was TOTALLY worth it.  God DAMN, that felt sooooooo good.  Ahhhhhh.  I’m loving it.  I love men.  I love sex.  And I love getting pounded like a naughty little minx by a fucking HOT ex-Marine.  DAMN.

Click below for the down and dirty play-by-play.  Oh come on, you know this is going to be good.  : )

I had been going back and forth about this for a while and had firmly decided against it, what with all the drama this boy has caused me in the past (need I rehash it all?), but then Friday afternoon came along, and as I was sitting at my desk trying to wrap up the work week, I stopped, thought about what I had been doing to myself with all the thinking/analyzing/debating, and decided to stop being so fucking logical.  Screw all the bullshit, screw all the past drama, screw the fact that I’d probably hate myself afterward.  That boy is insanely attractive, he’s been asking to come over for weeks now, and I fucking need to GET LAID.  There – decision made!  Now wasn’t that easy?  What took me so long???  I sent off a quick email, and 10 minutes later, my fuck-buddy was back in business. 

Witness, the (abridged) email conversation:

DD: Still up for getting together?
Hot Marine: Still at work, but see you at 9 tonight?
DD: Let’s make it 10, and wear something hot like your jungle warfare shirt.
Hot Marine: 10 works.  Will follow your shirt request.
DD: Bring me some wine – white wine, chilled please, chardonnay preferred.  : )
Hot Marine: Done. 
DD: You still have the 6-pack?
Hot Marine: Still the same guy.
DD: Good.  See you at 10.

And that was that.  When he arrived at my door, he looked just as I had remembered him, even though we hadn’t seen each other in over a year.  (Can you believe it had been that long?)  The golden blond midwestern hair, cut short military-style as always, the radiant blue eyes that cut right through me, the muscles bulging out of his chest-hugging jungle warfare shirt (oh, the hotness – can you imagine him training in some exotic jungle, dirty, sweaty, ripe with testosterone?), the ass-hugging jeans that get me every time, and the patented Hot Marine smile combined with the way his eyes light up and squint when he sees me – ohhhhhh, my dears, he did not disappoint.

As for me, well, I looked fucking fantastic.  I was rocking my curly locks and smoky eye makeup and wore my skinny jeans and a slinky black top, topped off with my leopard-print heels.  I was absolutely delicious, if I do say so myself.  And he noticed.  The first thing out of his mouth was, “Oh my god, DD, you look amazing!”  Damn straight, babe.  Instantly he gave me a big hug, and I could feel his hands up and down my chest, my waist, my ass – he couldn’t believe it.  You know, I worked damn hard to drop those ~15 pounds, and it felt SO good to get some appreciation for it.  I swear, he was loving it.  In fact, later on in the evening he told me that I easily look 20 times better than before, which is quite the compliment, especially coming from him.

[Side note: Isn't it awful how guys are obsessed with a woman's weight?  He totally played into the superficial stereotype that New York guys are famous for.  All they want is a skinny blond model, and since I'm never going to be blond, at least I can get the skinny part.  Also, later on in the evening, he told me that he loved the fact that my bones are starting to stick out and that he could hardly contain himself and came faster than usual.  Should I be flattered or concerned?]

Anyway, we talked for a few hours and drank some wine – just normal catching-up stuff that we usually do when he comes over, especially after we hadn’t talked in so long.  Then he kind of leaned in so that his face was about an inch or two away from mine, and I leaned in closer to smell his neck (he always smells so fucking good), and next thing I knew we were on our way to my bedroom.  He walked behind me and wrapped his arms around me as we made our way to the bed (aww, how cute).  And then – and this is why I get such a kick out of this guy – he puts those biceps to good use and pushes me down on the bed, HARD, and fucking takes control of me like he knows I’ve been waiting for. 

As his lips are working their way from my stomach to my ribs to my breasts, I tell him that he’s my drug, I’m totally addicted, and I keep coming back for more even though I know I shouldn’t.  He smiles.  He tells me that he can’t believe how good I look, that he’s so amazingly turned on.  I’m loving it.  Clothes disappear, and I wrap my legs around him as he leans in closer and kisses me – ohhhhh, those lips.  Those soft, wet, hungry lips.  I could have devoured them all night.  And let me just say, it felt SO good to feel the weight of him on top of me again, to witness the blur of naked bodies that I had long been missing, to feel his tongue down my throat, his 5 o’clock shadow brushing up against my face, his rock-hard cock rubbing up against my soaking wet clit.  Ah, it really doesn’t get much better than that… oh wait, yet it does.  : )

His kisses were lippy, as always, and I love that he kisses me during sex and looks me in the eyes.  I really could have kissed him all night.  We took a few minutes to soak in the nakedness and the kissing before I just couldn’t wait any longer.  Hot Marine is so predictable – it’s actually kind of funny.  As usual, he sits back and starts stroking his cock and says that he wants to watch me play with my pussy.  Who am I to refuse such a request?  He kind of sits there watching me for a while, hand on his cock, smiling like an idiot.  It was hilarious.  Meanwhile, I’m thinking to myself, “fuck me already, babe!”  But alas, I didn’t want to interrupt whatever it was that he was doing – boys are so silly sometimes.  Anyway, he finally decides that he’s good and ready, and FINALLY slides that cock deep, deep into me, and we both let out the most delicious moan. 

And then, the sex.  Oh, how I’ve missed it!  He probably could have done absolutely anything, and I would have eaten it up no matter what.  But I got the solid fuck that I’ve come to expect from Hot Marine – the perfect combination of midwestern politeness and a red-blooded American pounding.  Mmmm… absolutely scrumptious.  As his cock thrusted in and out of me, I dug my nails into his back and started telling him all the nasty things I wanted him to do to me.  I know that kind of stuff turns him on even more, so I ham it up a little to get a reaction out of him.  He kissed my neck as we fucked, and with every collision of his pelvis with mine, I remembered more and more why I absolutely love sex with him – not just sex, with sex with him.  Hot Marine is insanely attractive (at least, I think so), he’s absolutely adorable, he’s aggressive in all the right places, and he really takes charge like a fucking MAN.  A man with BALLS, to be more specific.  He really fucks the living shit out of me, and he leaves me feeling completely ravaged and satisfied.

About halfway through, I turned around to lie on my stomach so he could fuck me from behind, which I know he loves.  Hell, I love it too.  I feel like a fucking piece of meat that he uses to get himself off, and the little slut in me absolutely loves that feeling.  In fact, he even made a comment at one point that he likes that I’m “a little slutty.”  Ha, if he only knew how sex-deprived I’ve been lately!  So there he his, pounding into me from behind, as I arch my back and push back to meet him… the entire bed is shaking, I’m screaming “fuck me baby,” he’s screaming “make me come,” and the whole thing was just so surreal.  People, I really need this to happen everyday.  I totally get off on this stuff!  Who doesn’t right?  Finally he fucking explodes inside me and lets out the sexiest moan as he collapses on top of me and lets out a deep, satisfied breath.  So sensual.  He pulls out and watches as I rub one out and then wipe my soaking wet fingers all over his chest, flashing me a big smile as I do it.  So fucking hot, I swear.  We both wash up and then cuddle (aww) for a few minutes while basking in the post-orgasmic sex glow.

Post-coital conversation includes the following: He asks me what I’m going to write about him on the blog (hahaha, he knows me too well.)  I tell him not to worry about it, as his sexual prowess always garners a good review from me.  We talk about porn and threesomes and anal sex, and I tell him that his cock is never getting anywhere near my ass because I don’t trust him.  I think I said something like, “Hmm, a cock in your ass… that’s personal.”  And he thought that was hilarious.  I tell him that he can be such a jerk sometimes, and – get this – he actually admits it, although he clarifies his confession by saying that he “doesn’t mean to be.”  Ha, whatever babe.  And finally, after things got a little quiet and we were both half-asleep, he busts out this little gem:

Hot Marine: You’re special to me, DD.
DD: What does that mean???
Hot Marine: It means exactly what I said.

Ummm…. ok.  What, if anything, am I supposed to take from that???  I don’t know what it means, and I’m not going to read anything into it because (a) we had just had sex and (b) he says shit like that all the time and it really *does* mean absolutely nothing, if I’ve learned anything in the two years that I’ve known him.  So whatever.  I just thought it was so cute and fitting at the time, especially because he’s been known to say “nice” things to me during post-sex cuddling in the past.  Remember “DD, do you trust me?  That’s important to me.”  WTF, babe?

Anyway, Friday night was a much-needed return to the DD we all know and love, and I was glad to have done it with him and not some random new guy who I’d probably never see again.  You know, I think I give Hot Marine a lot more credit than he deserves sometimes.  Really, he’s just a random midwestern transplant to the east coast, working for the man like we all do, single, frustrated, a little shy… just a normal guy who just so happens to be the physical male ideal but is too humble (or too in denial) to fully realize it.  I think I’ve brought him down a little from the pedestal that I usually keep him on, and it feels good to humanize him a bit.  It was extremely comforting to be around him again, mostly just because we’ve known each other for a while at this point, and he knows all my shit, and I know his.  It was just… nice.  And I really needed that.

The next day, I walked around with a big dopey-ass smile plastered across my face all day, and I don’t think my feet touched the ground once.  I went out for drinks with a friend last night, and she just kept laughing at me as I drifted off into my daydreams, remembering every inch of his magnificent body and every flash of his naughty little smile.  The only problem is that now I’m suddenly reminded of all the benefits of getting laid and need to get him back here as soon and as often as possible.  Oh, and the pussy survived with no injuries, which makes me incredibly happy.  It looks like I’m back to normal – FINALLY.

So that’s the story, my dears!  As jerky as Hot Marine can be, he still fucks me like a champ.  Thanks, babe.  I needed that.  : )