He was invited to a party by a friend of a friend of a friend of the hostess. When you're in your 20s, before everyone you know is in family units, stuff like that happens.
She had a house in the DC suburbs. It was a lively crowd. After some time, the hostess sought him out. She said, "I have a cute dog upstairs. Would you like to see him?"
He remembers his thought balloon: "What the hell? Do I want to see her dog?!" His mouth said, "Sure!"
Nobody noticed as she led him upstairs to a bedroom.
The dog was a schnauzer, sleeping peacefully on the bed, despite the party sounds below. "Cute dog," he said, wondering what the deal was.
She sidled over, took one hand and pushed his face to hers. He stuck his tongue in her mouth and they were off to the races. They tumbled to the floor. He had one hand under her blouse and the other rubbing her crotch over her jeans.
She pulled away from his mouth and said, "This is kinda like high school." She stood up and grabbed his hand. He rose and she led him through a door into a dressing room and shut the door. It was dark.
He heard her make rustling sounds, and as his eyes adjusted he could make out that she was taking off her jeans and panties.
She undid his belt buckle and pulled down his pants and briefs. She felt him, and what she felt was good.
He was ready, but didn't know what to expect. He felt her, and she was wet.
She bent forward and grabbed her ankles. She said, "Just throw it in."
He couldn't believe he heard right. In the dark, he had trouble finding the spot. She took one hand and reached under and behind to lead him into her wet warmth.
He held her hips and began thrusting. He was in his 20s, so it didn't take long.
They separated. Not another word was said. She dressed and left the room. He stayed a moment and tried to get his head around what had just happened.
After a while he left the dressing room, passed through the bedroom where the dog was still asleep, went downstairs and rejoined the party.
Later he ran into the hostess and they made small talk for a minute. There was no hint of what had happened.
Rewinding the tape the next day, he realized he didn't even know her name. He never saw her again.
December 17, 2006
just throw it in
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4 ejaculations:
Do you only write porno? Where's your normal blog?
Gosh, I never thought of it as porno. I like to call it "erotic." Has more class :-)
I do have a "normal" blog under my real name, but it's not particularly creative and more political and cultural commentary. Boring.
If you haven't seen my other sex blog, Hard & Fast, go there. It gives you much more personal insight about me.
I like the erotic writing. I found this one very stimulating and disorienting, much like the him in it.
Y'know N.V., I'm getting much more comfortable with the label porn. I think this story, at least, is pornographic. The great thing about it is that it's true. Sadly, not about me, but a story a friend told me recently, and the title is verbatim what she said.
Chris - I love this comment. Glad, BTW, that your drive is back.
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