The Spirit of Christmas
It’s Sunday night and my weekend adventures are over!
I’ve been feeling that spirit of Christmas. It pervades the whole city right now and the Hollywood hills are greenish gray like a soppy Christmas tree. Now that I’m single, I guess I’m back to my old lifestyle of taking things one day at a time in love.
There are tons of beautiful women prancing around in their red and green sweaters and short skirts. This weekend I went out just a bit. I’m still getting over my broken engagement but I figured it was time to start up the blog again and see where it takes me. Plus, it’s fun to look back two years later and see who you were screwing on September 2nd or March 15th or something.
I saw Twilight; I thought it was pretty interesting. The books (Twilight series by Stephanie Meyer [in case you’ve been living in a cave]) were absolutely fantastic. I thought considering all of the different problematic factors, they did a pretty good job on the movie.
So I met a guy named Greg at a little bar. He was pretty cute.
He looked half Latino which is okay with me. Mexicans are sometimes perceived as “dirty” down here by most of the White people I know. I don’t really agree with that stereotype. I’ve fucked a few Mexicans and loved one. They’re kind, caring, tender and passionate. They’re usually strong and well-built. They have sweet eyes.
We talked a little bit and eventually wound up at my place. I liked his voice and his funny stories. I always fall for funny guys. After a while we were kissing, the usual. We talked for a while but basically you just want to have casual sex sometimes, and with a cutie like Greg, I don’t think it’s bad for a minute.
I liked licking his brown lips and feeling his brown eyes lust for me as I stripped for him. We smiled and joked as we hungrily kissed. My dog snored quietly in the hallway.
He undressed me completely and we clambered into my fluffy white queen-size bed. I love that bed. He just took his rough sorta big hands and ran them up and down my thighs for a minute before speaking my legs and plunging his face into my pussy. It was pretty awesome.
His tongue was flicking the lips of my cunt and making me nuts. I try not to act like a porn star and just let it be natural but…to be honest, sometimes what feels natural IS to act like a porn star. You know, grabbing his head and moving my hips into his face and everything. I did that for a while and came a little bit in his mouth.
I’m not usually a big squirter unless the guy REALLY turns me on or unless I’m making love to another woman. He said he liked the taste of my juices. I always think that’s such a great compliment! : )
If there is once place I feel at home it is in between the legs of a man, sucking his cock. I seriously have considered going into the business at times. It’s one of my favorite things to do. With Greg, it was easy, not too stressed or anything like that. We weren’t drunk, but we’d shared some BAILEYS Irish creme (my FAVORITE!) so we were a little over the edge of tipsy. I traced the ridges of Greg’s medium-sized, thick cock and pulled his boxers off his feet. It was slow and gentle as I took him into my hot mouth and played with him. Bobbing up and down, using my fingers at the same time on the tip of his cock and fondling his balls with the other hand, I smiled to myself each time he let out a stifled moan. “Fuuuuuuucccccckkkkkkkkkk..Stellllllaaaaaaa……..” He said my real name of course. Which is not Stella.
I was feeling really Christmasy so we had some kind of Elvis Christmas music going on in the background. I pleasured him for a while until I couldn’t take it anymore and I was dying for him to get inside of me.
I wore a Santa hat as I flipped over, pushed my ass into the air and begged him to fuck me.
