Five Dumb Things Said After Sex: Part 3 of 5
By this point, I had become the typical cynical New Yorker. I still loved my fellow humans; I just didn’t trust men. I still don’t, but I refuse to give up on the hope that some man out there can compliment me.
I covered the 31st G-8 summit in Scotland a few years ago, and I was bored out my wits. I’m an investigative journalist who digs for the truth. Here, all I found were lies about the world economy and what would be done to fix the problems of mankind. I suppose I could’ve dug for something deeper, but I was just mentally exhausted. Before being assigned to the G-8, I covered the atrocities in Sudan, which was by far the most draining assignment ever. By the time I got to Scotland, I was tired, agitated from a lack of proper sleep, desperate for a Papaya Dog, and horny as hell.
"Hot Bartender" (photo by Flickr user atp_tyreseus)
The last day of the conference, I sat at the bar of the hotel and had a few drinks. The bartender and I hit it off pretty well, and I invited him back to my room when he got off. He was more than happy to accept the offer. I knew this guy had no clue what he was getting into. It had been five weeks since I’d gotten laid, and I was tired of masturbating. I wanted to fuck until the cows came home.
An hour after his shift was over, the bartender knocked on my door. I opened it, wearing nothing. He was impressed with my toned body and I melted when I heard his Scottish accent. We quickly got to the deed itself. I was the most aggressive I had been in a while. Normally I start with a little oral and kissing, but that night, all I wanted to do was fuck.
Fuck the foreplay.
I rocked back and forth on him, digging my nails into his chest, wildly pounding myself between his legs. Slowly the fire in me was extinguished, and it felt wonderful. I started pushing myself deeper between his legs. I could feel the sweat from our bodies pouring down my spine as I came closer and closer to orgasmic utopia. The room was filled with the musky smell of passion and the stench of sex. After the climax, I collapsed on his chest all the while still pumping him, savoring the feel of his cock. My cunt was filled with the cum of a Scotsman. Replaying the incident in my mind as I lay on his chest flamed the embers of passion, and I was ready for another round.
“That… was amazing. I didn’t know older women could fuck like that,” he said.
I just shook my head and savored the Scottish cock withering in my pussy. I looked at him and kissed him on the lips. “You ready to go again?”
For more Dumb Things Said After Sex, check out parts 1, 2, 4 and 5.
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Lust, sex and New York City are passions of Emilia V. Edmonds. She is a divorced, forty-something cougar who is a self-professed mental slut, and who enjoys spreading her mind and thoughts to as many men or women as possible.
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