Indie Boy - Love Lost.

He rang me in work and said "I need to see you tomorrow and I need to talk".

I said "Is it good news or bad news?"

He said that it was bad.

We talked but I said I couldn't have this conversation on the phone.

"I'll see you tomorrow".

He says he cannot see me anymore because his feelings for me are too intense. Its not love but it means a lot. I said he meant some to me too. He talked at length about all the fear and sadness burning up inside him. I don't know what it is to not take risks and I said "Life can't be lived if you don't try living".

But he is too scared. He is so scared. He sat and cried. He made me cry. I said I didn't want it to end. He said I was only thinking of myself and the rage struck me. If I was only thinking of myself I would have split you in half today talked you into the dark and made you feel like shit. I've been good and I've listened and tried and accepted. He started to cry again and told me he was sorry.

I opened myself up to him, I thought about throwing away five long years for him. I'm so glad my guilt held me back from hurting the boy. I've been spat out.

I asked him to kiss me. "I want to remember how it feels before you go". We kissed and I breathed in his smell and I like him so much.

I said "Please. I understand this is it. I wont phone or text you and you wont text or phone me but don't delete me, and in a few months or years down the line, when you sort your head out, give me a text and if I'm not doing anyone better, then I'll do you". He smiled and laughed.

Im about the best thing that could have happened to you.

He picked up his things and left, we hugged at the door and kissed again.

"Take care of yourself"

I smiled. I wont.

The DJ

Sometimes sex is too average to write about.

The Older Man - The Big Sweet Easy

When we've had a few beers

It tends to lubricate the conversation

And the intent

You fit into me so perfectly

and I spill over numerously

Like a knocked glass

Its familiar

Its a tonic

It goes down smoothly

and it soothes me,

the big sweet easy

The Radiologist

He compliments me wildly, I say "calm down" and shift awkwardly in my seat, holding back blushes.

His cock tasted delicious in my mouth later and it also felt good when I sat on his lap, then get on my knees.

Apparently we're going out for Argentinian steaks on Thursday?

The Well Practised Mister

They talk and she squirms, he strokes her face and clamps his hand around her neck. He asks her to remember all the things they'd spoke about. All the things he was going to do to her. She couldn't remember, so the punishment began.

He says he'd like to see her kneel, she asks where and he tells her to kneel on the hard wooden floor. She licks his flesh and then swallows him down. She works hard until she makes him ejaculate and clean the sin from her mouth.

Later her wrists are wrapped tightly in thick white rope. He loops her to the wooden bed, arms spread wide like the crucifixion. She is bound and unable to move more than squirm. He laps at her nipples and sinks his back teeth into them hard. She yelps and is in incredible pain. He riddles her pale flesh with bites, she cries out and gets wet. He also torments her with spanks. Hard, flat palms on bubbling skin.

He takes his teeth to her thighs and continues to make her suffer. Tonight she gets to be his toy, because that's what he wants. She struggles and refuses to answer his questions. He gets up and leaves, returns with ice. He places it in her hand, and she closes her palm tightly and tries to melt it, but fails. He takes it from her and begins to run it over her flesh. She's warm and it melts effortlessly. He traps it in his mouth and begins to lick her cunt. She purrs and squirms and squeaks. He uses it to lick her chest too and she moans. He says to her that he must have really hurt her earlier. She nods and a little salt water drips from her eyes. She is so sensitive and so wet and then he carries on licking her and fucking her with his fingers untill she orgasms.

She begs to be untied and they fuck after that. Her on her knees, and its effortless. He pulls her up by her hair and lets her make herself come, again.

When its over she is a ball of shakes and shivers. He strokes her hair. She curls up and sleeps soundly.

The Stranger

"You should stop talking like that"

"You asked"

We sat on the steps smoking.

"Do you want a line?"

"Sure"

We went to the toilets. He pushed my back to the door and we kissed hungrily.

"Don't feel guilty"

"I dont"

"You will"

I slide to my knees and suck him until he spurts into my mouth.

"That was good"

He asks me to expose myself. I wiggle my tight black skirt up over my hips. He turns me around and eats me.

The Country Boy

I make you come in seconds. You spurt into my mouth and I spit it out. We chat for a little while about sex and life and oddities. You're so nervous, its endearing.

When you go down on me, you make me so wet, I ooze and leak fluid. You fuck my flesh with your fingers and you suck me and lick me. You spit on me and spread me open, play with my legs, bending them around and you get excited. Its a pleasure to see you so excited. You're enthusiasm makes up for any pleasant confidences.

You are a little country boy, but you do give great head.

Indie Boy - Feelings

Is it wrong that I cant stop thinking about you and the things you said to me?

When we have to stop fucking because you shack up with someone not as good, I'll be very sad, because I want to fuck you and more than that, I think I just like you.

Im not sure what Im supposed to do anymore. The sensible thing would be to cut it of, before it gets worse. But I have enough self restraint not to get in too deep, I hope... and I don't want it to end, because I want it too much

I like you when you're fucking me. I like you when we're out driving. When we're just sitting watching television. When I nestle into you and you stroke my hair and I can breath in the smell of your clothes. When we kiss it feels perfect. I like watching you pad around my living room in just your jeans, trying to tidy up your bird-nest hair. Watching the muscles and bones move in your back. Hoping that every time you choose to pack up and leave, you'd stay a little longer and kiss me at the door.

I told you too last time. I said 'Kiss me' and you did, softly and gladly.

I fear I may be falling for another man.

The Man's Man.

While we were sitting in the living room having a cigarette you told me you'd always wanted to be very dominant but just not found a person that wants to be at the receiving end. I said I would, gladly, you look like you could mess me up a little.

Later in bed you tell me to take my dress off, so I do and you watch me. You turn me around and take of my bra. You push the back of my neck down into the bed so Im bent there, face in the cotton, feet on the floor. You smack my bottom and run your fingers and cock against my underwear. I squirm miserably and you hit me harder.

You tell me that I'm not going to get to feel your cock inside me unless I make myself come with my fingers first. I rub desperately and contemplate faking it. You watch me touch and rub yourself against my body, smacking your erection into my breasts and tapping it against my lips. I lap at it beautifully.

You berate me for not making myself come for you like a good girl. You're very tall and quite broad and muscular and smothered in a self done tattoo of barbed wire. You look like you could hurt me.

I wish you would.

Indie Boy - Drunk Sex

I can taste the aftershave on your neck as I run my tongue along it. That metallic tang on fragrant poison. We're both a little drunk.

We chat and reveal some things, that we both, do like what we do, and who we do. I say. I like you. You tell me you think I'm sexy and quirky and all the things girls want to hear.

When we fuck its fluid and slow and fast, heavy and hard in multiple slices. You fill all my holes in various manners, with varied intentions. Makeup is smeared down my face and my hair looks like a crows nest. I ride you and you crease your brows. You fuck me and I patter out pained yelps.

You make me bleed viciously. We leave marks and stains and sour bodily extracts drip from my cunt.

The Boy - Hurting

He spread my rear open with a dildo, and forced his fingers into my front. I rubbed myself frantically and I came incredibly hard. He said "That sounded good" and I said "You are good".

The Older Man - Tactics

I suck you and then you lick me and you fuck me hard until I come.

You tell me to kneel on the floor and you jerk yourself. I try to lick you and kiss you and you say, "Don't. I just want to look at your face". Then you cover it in white.

I say to you, "You're maybe not the best fuck in the world tactically, but its always very satisfying".

The Little Welshman

You pushed my head down hard and choked me.

You rubbed and smacked my sopping hole and made me gush all over your bed sheets.

You prized my thighs open, trapped my wrists and legs with yours and played with me.

You were such a rough and naughty little fuck.