So I realize that I was JUST complaining about being a lonely old hag with a cobweb inducing hoohah so what I'm about to tell you will probably seem a little hypocritical but I feel like telling you anyways...
KITTY GOT LAID
And by laid I mean mind blowingly fucked until I couldn't even think straight.
This guy was not the most fit marine I've ever met (oops did I forget to say he was in the Navy?) and I definitely wouldn't describe his boxer-briefs as packing heat but.. damn that boy knew how to use what God gifted him with.
You're probably rolling your eyes at all the griping I've done lately on my lack of sexytime but don't get ahead of yourself. I'm still going to gripe. You see as much as I enjoyed my three hour romp in the hay (Yes, I said THREE HOURS of the third best sex I've ever had in my life) when we were all sweaty and worn out I tried to get dressed he threw me back on the bed and yelled "Nope! Cuddle Time!" Which was pretty unexpected. So we had 30 minutes of just cuddling and him rubbing my back.
Delicious.
Wait wait wait I'm getting side tracked I was supposed to be telling you why this was bad. So the cuddling was nice but when I did finally put my clothes back on and kissed my marine man goodbye forever I realized how much nicer that would have been if it wasn't goodbye forever.
Not with this marine, he was sort of an idiot, but with someone. Someone who I could love and come home to and have mindblowing sex with cuddle time after. I don't want to fuck around. I don't want one night stands. I want love. I'd settle for a boyfriend first though.
Enough sap, back to the sex.
So you might of noticed that I said it was the third best sex of my life... which doesn't sound like much of a compliment when put into writing but it actually is. You see I've had some pretty amazing sex in my lifetime thus far so third best is way up there.
Second best would have to be when my Main Squeeze and I made plans and he actually cancelled them (as he often used to do) and I was pissed off and then he called me over and I rode my motorbike over at 2am and halfway there it started to pour. I showed up completely soaked and he had to peel my jeans off me and definitely spent the rest of the morning making up for being such a douchebag. I'm pretty sure I finished more times than he did and that, as you ladies out there probably know, is saying something.
Number one of all time was when me and my boyfriend of the time had a little sleepover and in the morning his Dad left for work. We woke up, and had breakfast and went back to bed for a whole day. The whole day was a series of kisses, cuddles, slow sex, cray sex, back rubs and nuzzling. I haven't experienced anything that intimate and wonderful before or since.
Well that was a very... sexified post.
Heres to hoping you all get mindblowingly fucked sometime soon. Hopefully not by a marine who is only in town for one night.
xx KK
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