Decades of Sex (2): Impressions

Saturdays I'll alternate these brief impression sets between the longer stories of Fridays (started yesterday: Decades of Sex (1): Introduction) like someone throws a sequence of quickies alternating with long and meticulous sessions of heat exchange. It all adds up.

María is loud. Sometimes it's a problem. AlwaysIt's marvelous.

Glorious souvenir: you go to the bathroom, man, after fleeing without showering from a night of debauchery, and find a loved one's hair tangled in your genitals.

Looking at the bed with a program that doesn't interest us much, María and I grab each other like an afterthought, sideways and facing each other, our torsos separated and turned towards the TV, gently sawing.

Anita, young and tender, asks me to help her lose her virginity later. She stands against the table, rests her torso on it, lifts her hips on tiptoes. I prevent all movement by pressing my hand firmly on her back and thrust into her. Nothing, sweet one.

Another Ana, a veteran, lowers my pants, grabs my dick firmly, mounts me without entering, slowly passes it through her lips and clitoris while smiling at me from behind her large glasses. A slow and intense half-hour ride.

I'm very calm, writing. María reads in the patio. I don't know why she's getting hot alone. She comes to find me, takes me to bed, climbs on top of me, slaps me with her abundant breasts, makes a rag out of me. Won't they abolish this slavery? I hope not.

Gracie, incredibly blonde, lady of deep kisses, ends between loud laughter but Lara, so playful, between tears.

Now that I mention Lara, we were captured by the urgency in the nocturnal street under demolition. With fingers and against a solitary column, I ripped out moans and, as I said, tears of orgasm. When we left, the column collapsed.

María says I'm bad, that I look at girls. She whips my buttocks with force. She repeats that she wants to catch them. Whips me harder. Reminds me that I did catch some of them. Lie down a protest: I didn't want it. Lick, suck, and nibble my sinful flesh.

The babe lies on her back, mercilessly pumping into her mouth while licking the salty juices of her femininity. When the semen appears, it's too much; it escapes through the corners. Néstor is a foreigner. When visiting at home, he sleeps on the sofa. Just before falling asleep, María gives me a violent and loving oral sex, only as she knows how to do it. I ask her, knowing the answer, who she thinks she's sucking off. 'Mm', she says with her mouth full, pointing towards the dining room.

Laetitia drives her car on the highway, grabs my luggage over her pants, takes it out and shakes it. A truck honks its loud horn. Laetitia greets me with the other hand. And what about the steering wheel?

I negotiate by phone the multiple details of a conference. María has to leave but before she does, she lowers my short and plays with her mouth. I don't lose concentration, an achievement of professionalism not exempt from perversion. As I keep talking, she leaves and leaves me without cum.

There are gazes and whispers that harden me down there, there are curves of buttocks that harden me down there, there are cleavages, eye colors, words, silences, absences, and lost thoughts that harden me down there. Writing this hardens me down there. I think I'm a bit of a hornball.