Memory Lane

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Angie Dickinson once said of her relationship with Sinatra "You always desire somebody, but you can live without them". Ain't that the truth.

Before the welcomed bonds of monogamy and life-long love, I loved one night stands without commitment. Remember that old adage about prostitution: how you pay hookers to leave? Well one night stands were attractive to me for the exact same reason: no commitment.

Now I'm not talking about sex with strangers, I'm talking about sex with people you know enough about but have absolutely no interest in participating with in a traditional relationship. So let me tell you about Brandon:

Brandon was a bartender at one of the hippest clubs in town and I had known him since we were teens. He was that textbook strong, tall, silent type without the cockiness so many men like that have. Nature had blessed him well and ego hadn't taken over. While popular with the ladies, he actually didn't fuck around much. Too much baggage, or at least that's what he said about the ladies he had allowed over his threshold. Needless to say, I was a breath of fresh air: dating is not something I wanted - it would interfere with my need to try out new playthings.

The evening I managed to seduce Brandon was after a night of partying hard at the bar and being invited to stay after hours. We all drank more but it was one of those times that I drank myself "sober". He offered to share a cab home but instead we went to his place for coffee. The coffee was not to be had because the kitchen proved too enticing.

Remember that scene in 9 1/2 weeks where John and Elizabeth just let go against the fridge and food becomes foreplay & tools of orgasmic proportions? Yes, well we did the same but not in hopes of recreating that scene - we did it because it was so fucking raw and hot.

It wasn't as messy as you'd think mostly because he had a typical bachelor filled fridge. The best part - the part that still makes me wet just thinking about it - was when he took out a tall pitcher of ice water and slowly poured it down my tilted back chin, so it ran over my tits, down my flat belly, and streamed right into my sizzling hot pussy. Ice cubes slipped around and while I grabbed two to circle my rock hard nipples, he took a couple in his mouth and started giving me the best oral I had ever received, hands down.

I wanted to fuck him so bad at that point that I was sure I was going to faint. But I let him suck, lick, and taste me until I came. Then I reciprocated with an icy, slick blow-job that made him cum so fast I thought the back of his head was going to blow off.

Amazingly, it didn't end there. We then fucked on the couch, the floor, and on the bureau with him standing and me with my legs thrown over his shoulders for the best possible angle. That was the night I discovered my previously mythical G-spot.

Then we moved to the traditional but definitely not boring bedroom where we went at it as if we hadn't just fucked ourselves silly for the previous hour. The sun was up and so was his boner and there was no way daytime was going to make this night end.

After trying every possible position, we eventually fucked ourselves silly and sleepy. I picked up my clothes that were strewn about and he called me a cab. After a little making out in the front hall, I extracted myself and went home stinking of a good fuck.

There was never any awkward feelings after that night and I'd be lying if I said we never did it again. But we never made any illusions of commitment or devotion of any kind. We respected each other and knew that our compatibility ended at the bedroom (or in this case kitchen, living room, entire apartment) door.

OK, I'm super horny now so I'm going to go grab the ice cube tray and my husband. Everyone loves a fun trip down memory lane *wink*.

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[The Crossbowman]

Damn!