I’ve Found Something I Like…
June 27, 2008
about San Francisco, and its name is Cockblock.
Yesterday, I was in a mood. One of those moods I get in when I haven’t had sex in a few days. And though I’d had sex on Tuesday with Nikki, that was…different. As I described here, that was more of a “making love” kind of thing rather than an outright fuck. I needed to be fucked. And given what I experienced at Cockblock the other night, I thought, well, that seems like it’d be as good a place as any to pick up a woman who knows her way around the female body. And, gosh, was I ever right.
No sooner than I walked in, alone this time, I was being hit on by all kinds of women. I went out to the dance floor and watched a few people dancing for a bit, and within a couple of minutes, a pretty brunette came up and grabbed my hand and pulled me out to the dance floor. We danced for a few minutes, and then we switched partners. Within the span of about 10 minutes I had danced with another couple of women. Then she came back to me and we started dancing again. Then we started making out. For the record, she kissed me first.
I worked my way back behind her, put my arms around her and yelled into her ear over the driving music, “Are you in the mood to be with someone tonight? For a one time thing? No strings?”
She turned around to face me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me again. “Does that answer your question?” she yelled over the music.
I grinned, grabbed her hand, and dragged her toward the door.
“Hang on, I have to get my stuff.” She went and got her bag from a friend (was I stealing her from someone?) and met me back near the front door. I took her hand again and pulled her, literally, to my car. We hopped in and drove the one and a half miles to the garage at my apartment. When I stopped, I got out and went over to her side of the car. As she stepped out, I pushed her against the car and kissed her, pressing my body against hers. My body was literally throbbing with excitement; I’d never just gone out and picked up anyone before for the sole purpose of taking them home and fucking them. But I needed this. I wanted this. I hoped she had that same energy in her right this second.
I grabbed her hand again and pulled her to the elevator, pushed the button for my floor, and we continued kissing each other during the short trip up. I wonder if they have security cameras in those things? I hadn’t bothered to notice the handful of times I’d been in them. This girl knew how to kiss, and knew where to move her hands, and at the time I didn’t give a shit who was watching.
The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. I pulled her down the hall to my little flat. As we went through the door into the apartment, she pushed me against the wall and started kissing me again, and running her hands up and down my sides, trying to work her way under the corset I was wearing. I reached around and untied the back of it and let it slide down where she had unobstructed access to my chest. She immediately took advantage of it. In retrospect, as cheesily theatrical as it sounds, it was to me somewhat reminiscent of the scene in Loving Annabelle* where Annabelle and Simone begin to consummate their simmering relationship.
“Bite them, please.”
As she dug her teeth into my nipples, I reached down and began masturbating myself through my pants, bringing myself to the first of many orgasms I was to have in the span of the next couple of hours.
I reached up to her and began unbuttoning her top. She started helping me, so I moved my hands down to unbuckle her belt and get rid of those pants. I wanted to bury my face in her pussy and force her into orgasmic overload. We moved to the couch, and when I finally got her pants undone, I pushed them down to her ankles. She was wearing boots and it was next to impossible to get them off as quickly as I wanted to, so I told her to grab her knees and pull them toward her. She complied willingly, and exposed her cunt to me. I barely made contact with it before she started screaming. Oh, god, she was a screamer. I had wondered if the walls in our building were thick enough to keep the neighbors from hearing what happens from one room to the next, and I guess in the next few hours I’ll know, perhaps.
We took turns lavishing attention on each others’ special parts, kissing, licking, sucking, biting….fucking. She was good. Really good. It was nice to be with a woman who knew what she was doing. The vast majority of women I’ve been with had to be led or coached, or given permission to do what I wanted them to do. Not her; she knew what I wanted, what I needed, and knew she didn’t need to ask permission. She’d known that since we were on the dance floor. My question to her at the club was tacit permission to take me; to fuck me.
When I asked if she wanted to play with the strap-on, she didn’t even blink. “You bet.” After two hours of unconstrained, rabid fucking, we began to wind down. I’d had six orgasms, which is just one short of a session record for me, and we were both just too exhausted to continue. We had taken turns forcing each other to cum, and the lower half of my body ached from the repetitive orgasms. As I’ve said in the past, mine typically last between 30 and 45 seconds, sometimes as long as a full minute, and are very intense. I have no idea how many she had. It was at least six. Not that I was counting.
We laid on the bed for a little bit, she with her head between my legs, resting on my thigh. I have no idea how long, really. I was in such a state of bliss that I wasn’t overly concerned with what time it was. This type of hookup was new to me, and I was unsure about what we were supposed to do next! Apparently, she knew where to go, though. “Are you ready to take me back to the club?’
“Sure.” I crawled over on top of her, pushed her hands out on the bed above her head and we engaged in a long, sensual kiss. We got up, cleaned up, got dressed, and walked out of the apartment. It occurred to me that anyone in the halls who’d heard us might see us leave. I’d be doing the walk of shame from my own fucking apartment! 
But no one was around. It was eerily quiet, punctuated only by the sound of blood coursing through my ears. I could feel my heart almost beating out of my chest - my entire body bristled from the excitement of having been consensually taken with such unabashed vigor.
We took the elevator down to the garage and headed over to my car. When we got in, I leaned over and kissed her again. “Thank you for that. You’re quite good.”
“So are you. It was totally my pleasure. Do you come to Cockblock often?”
“No. This is only the second time I’ve been.”
“You need to get there more often then. I show up every once in a while. A lot of interesting people there.”
“Do you do this often? Go home with someone from the club?”
“Not often, no. It usually has to be someone who really grabs my attention.”
I just looked over at her and smiled. I drove her back and pulled up along the curb. She leaned over and kissed me. “Thanks for the sex.”
“Shit. Thank you. I needed that. Badly.”
She took her index finger and ran it down my cheek, “I’m glad we could help each other out. See you later. I hope.”
She got out of the car and walked off. I drove back to my apartment, took a shower and crawled into bed with my body still tingling.
Yeah, I think I’ve found at least one thing I like about San Francisco.
I hope I see her again soon. I don’t even know what her name is.
* The song playing at the beginning of the scene is All Over Me, sung by Erin Kelly, the girl who plays Annabelle in the movie. It is one of the top 10 songs in the playlist on my iPod.
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(smiles)
I so knew you needed that…!
ha!
So, I’m going to Pure tonight I think…
lmao!
Maybe I’ll be just as… lucky?
mwah!
xoxo,
nina
WOW…
Goddammit! I really should not open these at work - I will never learn, apparently. Such a bad dog… (woof! woof!) You are quite aggressive….
Goddess,
Maybe I’ll be just as… lucky?
One can only hope. I’ll be praying for you.
Brian,
WOW…
That was exactly the word going through my head until I finally went to sleep.
blackdog
You are quite aggressive…
Typically, I am the aggressor. In this case, though, we were pretty much equals; she was just as aggressive as I was. That was so…refreshing.
I found something I liked reading…
You didn’t even catch her name?
You fucking slut.
when i started reading this it was daylight…
i must’ve blacked out cuz now all i know for sure is that it’s past midnight, i’ve mistakenly stood up a couple friends and my persistent throb will not be satiated!
you need to get a health warning tattooed on yr arse girly.
Well… aren’t you the little whore tonight/last night
(said in a loving way!)
I’m glad you enjoyed your tryst! It was very hot reading it.
I still wanna know if anything happens with Kelsey though…
She seems like the innocent type who needs a bit of Alexa in her bed/counters/shower/anywhere really…
<3sc
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God, you are so good. You are going to enjoy your brains out in SF. You may never move back to Miami!
You are going to enjoy your brains out in SF.
Along with a few other body parts.
Great story (made me think that it’s about time to have sex with a female once again…). I’d love to actually dare take a total stranger home and just fuck and then never meet again. Without any other communication than what includes fucking, lol
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