Hello everyone. I hope you all enjoyed the Guest Entry of October. I heard some nice things about it from some of you. I'm already preparing a new one for November.
The blog has been online for a month and a half now and I want to say that I'm really happy it's still going on. I really enjoy sharing this stories with you.
I've been thinking, and finally decided to also upload a picture of myself.
I figured that you would like to have a face to put to the character appearing in the stories, and I do not think it's realistic that men in clubs will recognize me. I'm not so famous anyway. So here it is, with my laptop and my coffee cup:
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Fly me to the moon
Yesterday night I went to a Halloween party. The whole club was accordingly decorated, becoming smaller and therefore more crowded than ever.
People walked around in all kinds of costumes. Each of them was a part of a surreal whole.
Young guys, wearing the sexy angel costume we expect them to, were parading on the dancefloor while fat superheroes watched over (and at) them. Old vampires hid in the dark corners, lying in wait for some victim to suck on. Suspiciously manly-featured nurses walked around while the clown-dressed lesbians drunk beer at the bar.
In the washroom, Bert and Ernie arranged a threesome with Hannibal Lecter.
Fighting my way through the hundreds of wings that had taken over the dancefloor, I tried to find a little spot for my zombie self to start craving for brains.
I was really into character.
Luckily, I didn't even have to walk around with my arms saying “Braaaaaaaaaaainzzzz...”. I met the guy who would eventually satisfy my undead hunger already on my way. Actually, it all happened by chance. I happened to bump into someone, who happened to be very sexy.
He was a mediterranean man with a beautiful skin colour. He had warm arabic features, huge biceps and a tight white shirt. Did I ever tell you how strong arms get me going?. I frankly don't give a damn about six-packs, but strong arms make me almost easy.
He made a joke about me bumping into him intentionally. I denied that with a smile, but I did say that maybe I was unconsciously attracted by his sexiness. He laughed and offered me a drink to make up for his sexiness standing in my way.
For a moment I thought I saw an eerie glow in his eyes the second I acceded.
A second later I could only see the warm and inviting expression again. This guy's sexual energy was attracting me so much that I didn't care. I followed him to the closest bar.
Our first drink was swiftly replaced by a second one. Soon we were both drinking our fifth. In the meantime we were having a really smooth, fluent and flirty conversation. During the third drink he asked me what I was looking for. Around the fourth, he asked me if I was a top or a bottom. After ordering the fifth one, he said he was wondering if I would be bottom enough to handle him.
He already had me in his paws, but this of course sealed the deal.
When we had finished the fifth drink, he asked me if I wanted to leave with him. When I heard his invitation, I smiled at him and nodded. There it was again, that brief glow in his eyes that I would almost define as predatory.
Luckily I was too drunk by then to care about it, I only saw how that glance made him even more attractive.
Once outside the club, we stood still and looked at each other. I realized we hadn't decided where to go yet. My house was too far away from where we were. I asked him if he lived nearby. He shook his head.
As I was standing there, wondering how we would solve this situation I saw a big park two hundred meters away from us. Normally I wouldn't even think of having sex in a public park, but I was so drunk and horny that I just proposed him to go there. He seemed reluctant, but still acceded. I guess he was drunk and horny too.
We climbed the fence and entered the park. We walked around looking for a good spot to give in to our desires.
Suddenly he pushed me against a tree and started kissing me. I reacted in the same way. One thing followed another and soon I had put my hand inside of his jeans. What I found there was huge, and hairy, and soft as a marshmallow.
I looked up and gave him a questioning look. He sighed, took my hand out of his pants and leaned against the tree in front of me.
After some hesitating he gave me the “It's not you, I just think that I drank too much”.
I was so frustrated. Since I'm single again, every guy I've had sex with came with a 20% extra disappointment. I mean, seriously. It was getting too much!. That's why I didn't give up.
I went to him and started trying out things. I hoped to do something that would make him hard. He kept on telling me to stop, but I didn't. And good thing I didn't.
On a certain moment the moon came out from behind the clouds. The minute it started shining on us, I could see how his huge dick started growing and growing (and growing and growing, actually). Maybe it was my care, but I didn't really think so. I looked at him and was about to say something when I noticed the expression on his face.
It was that look I had seen all night, that animal glow.
Before I knew it, he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me towards him.
...
Well, I bet you know how it continues.
Almost an hour later, we were both lying half-naked on the grass. The october clouds were hiding the moon again. I felt good. I felt happy that I had finally had some good sex. I must say that finding every guy disappointing after a break up doesn't help to forget your ex.
We were exhausted and didn't talk very much. Once he didn't answer, and I found out he had fallen asleep. I think I fell asleep too, for the next thing I remember is waking up and seeing the moon right above us and a hard man right above me.
I bet you also know how this continues.
I wondered where this man was getting his energy from. First it looked like there was no way for him to get, at least, half a boner. Then, without a clear reason, he manages to fiercely do me three times.
All the time I was thinking this guy wasn't wearing any costume, but I was wrong. He was a were-dick.
I don't know how it happened, maybe it was me or maybe the moon. One thing I do know is that I will not complain.
We kissed each other goodbye and I took the first morning bus that would take me home.
I entered my appartment, had a glass of water and went to bed. The next morning I had a very strange feeling about this. No matter how hard I tried I could not remember his name. I tried to look it up in my phone agenda, but I couldn't find any new entries.
I'm sure that I saved it correctly though.
(Happy Halloween)
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