Anatomy of a one night stand

Lust.
Lust directed to me
Lust directed from me
Lust met.
Embrace threatened,
Embrace received, returned.
Neck nuzzled,
a burrowing in.
My chest pressed into his.
We stand against a car,
His legs spread open, I lean in purposely,
Feeling my thigh against him, encouraging him with
My closeness.
Anticipation rises, hand to the back of the neck
Fingers brush through hair,
Still casual,
are we really going to do this?
Quick kiss, lips-tongue-
Ok, this is going somewhere.
Where shall we go?
“My place” he says.
Okay,
Directions given-no concentration-
“Just follow me.”
Ok
My body squeals with anticipation as I drive,
tailgating to make it across
the city, running through yellow lights just
To stay connected and
arrive together.
His home. A strange place,
dingier, smaller than I expected.
His pants come off, then my clothes.
he reaches for my panties. I hesitate
then acquiesce. No playing coy tonight.
We kiss, he pulls me down on top of him
Already, he’s so hard.
I’m not wet, not ready., He is.
He kisses me. I want to slow this freight train
down but my God, he’s hot for me.
Here, take a tit, suck a nipple, coddle me,
I’m not ready to be pen-
But there you go,
Trying to get in, fingers, saliva.
God he’s strong, fit.
I want to bury myself in that chest, be wrapped in
Those colossal arms.
His cock, it’s gorgeous, long, strong, straight.
I suck and lick. He face contorts but
He holds back, pushes me over,
Slides in.
Penetrates me deeply.
I feel slightly sick, it’s sweet and I am
dazed. It has been so long.
Slow in, slow out,
I’m getting fucked.
I’m really getting fucked.
My mind surrenders to the fuck,
He positions me at the edge of the bed
And enters me vertically, downward, the sensation
Is hypnotic, I feel like he’s a dipstick and my oil is being
checked, he’s deep inside me.
I’m opening, receiving, enjoying and he stops,
Citing back stiffness.
We roll over onto our backs, he puts me in a
Position where I am face up, exposed and he starts again, this time working the clit while pumping, I know I can come in this way.
He stops working me. I continue until climax.
I feel renewed. I pop up wiggling like a happy puppy.
A kid in a candy store ready for rainbows and
Cigarettes. He wants to go again.
I’m still smiling, this is what I came here for.
We chat some,
He fucks me more,
I suck, he can’t cum, he’s numb.
It’s almost 2:00 a.m.
We’re spent.
We agree regular sex keeps you normal.
We agree that breasts like mine need regular fondling
He say’s he’s not going anywhere.
I’m not sure what he means.
I leave feeling glorious, tired, dazed.
All next day I lose myself remembering moments of how it felt,
Experience ripples through my body, I shudder periodically.
Thinking about how it felt, how it feels to
Be near him.
I keep waiting for some contact.
It never comes.
Should I do anything?
Send a note on Facebook?
Send a text?
I want to but I want the man to do it first.
I realize I can’t do booty calls.
I realize I am too old for this shit.
I realized I fucked first and asked questions
Well I didn’t even ask questions.
I realize I did it again.
Another reluctant notch on my bedpost.
Another bittersweet reminder that sex outside
Relationship is not my goal, but it is my trap.