…sexy title for a post, huh? For some reason, this makes me think of The Great Mouse Detective, which I used to love as a kid.
But I digress.
I didn’t intend to drink much when V invited me over for dinner the other night. We had spent all weekend together, having a fabulous time with a friend of ours and my sister, just grilling, swimming, and relaxing. V is an avid gamer, so usually he takes some time to himself to play online with his friends, which I don’t mind at all, since I don’t mind a little alone time to get work done or do some gaming myself. I knew he had plans to jump online with his friends, so I didn’t plan on spending time at his house.
But it is rare that I’d not want to hang out with V, so when he asked me to come over for dinner, I headed to his apartment, bringing my laptop so I could work while he was gaming after dinner. I took over some wine, just to have with the food…and ended up drinking most of it myself. There’s a “you snooze, you lose” policy about wine when you’re around me, and V was drinking slowly. By the time he went back for second glass, it was gone. And so was I.
Well, I was drunk…not completely gone! In any case, I get very, very friendly when I drink…and that is an overstatement. I still try to be a good little sub, but get a few glasses in me and I’m ready to jump ya. V wasn’t upset about that - but mid-way through sucking his cock, we realized that there were no more condoms in the nightstand drawer.
Now, we knew they were somewhere. There was an entire box in the house somewhere. And we knew where we saw them last. Problem: V’s mom had come for a visit and was cleaning while there, and had put them somewhere (she’s not the type of mom who would freak out to know we were having sex). So, the great condom search began.
Being drunk, I’m not sure i was much of a help. I think I remember looking in the front hall closet…why they’d be there is anyone’s guess. V called me back to the bedroom to look, though, and when I had barely stepped through the door, he grabbed me from behind. Bending me over the bed roughly, he ripped my panties down and smacked my ass. Hard. Not that he ever does it softly.
I hadn’t known it, but he found the condoms.
Within moment, his still-hard cock plunged into my pussy, my face pushed down onto the bed. I may be a subbie, but that doesn’t mean I just lay there when he fucks me…well, when possible, since he often holds me down or restrains me…but in any case, the feeling of him inside me, the buzz from the wine, god I wanted to explode after just a few thrusts. I began moving my hips backwards, fucking myself with his cock as he fucked me, pulling my hair, biting my shoulder. The whole room as spinning, but not from the alcohol.
He came in me, hard. Someday, hopefully, I look forward to being so secure in a relationship with him that we don’t need condoms anymore. I can’t wait to feel that hot cum spurt inside me and drip from my pussy as he pulls out of me afterward.
And it will be nice to not have to worry about searching for rubbers mid-foreplay. :-p
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i loved the great mouse detective aswell when i was a liitle lad
