Captain Bad
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I'd been texting Ellen since late November. What started off as a simple catch-up between two old lovers and pals eventually turned into an after work ritual. I'm 32 and should know much, much better than to go texting an ex, but Ellen's a cool cat, and I don't have any hard feelings for ANY of my ex-girlfriends, nor do they have any for me (I hope).
So I guess we both knew where it was going. She missed me, and even though it had been six whole years since we'd been an item, she was reminding me of all the reasons I had to miss her as well. We'd both grown a lot since then, too, and I think that she may have reached out to me knowing that I was no longer the drink and drug-fueled arsepuppet I used to be. I'd never been abusive or mean to her, or to anyone I've ever been with, but my younger self was not a reliable person. Maybe she figured that I'd be reliable now.
FEBRUARY 4th - SUNDAY
'hah if we dont have valentines by v-day we should go out ourselves >
x'
'are you asking me on a date then?'
A whole hour of pregnant silence
'Yeah, maybe I am. What of it? xxxx'
And that was all it took. Ellen and I had taken the step that we'd been teasing towards since November. The foreplay was over - and the true foreplay was about to begin que porno bass
FEBRUARY 14th - WEDNESDAY
Seeing her in the flesh for the first time in a few years was an experience. It was like seeing her for the first time all over again.
Blue eyes glowed playfully from behind strands of brown hair that fell from her bob hairstyle, and a sweet little smile grew on the corners of her red lips as I approached her at the bus stop. We hugged and it felt like her petite body had fallen into mine. I'm not a big guy by any means, but Ellen, bless her, is a little gal. We hugged for a long time and I smelled her hair as she was probably smelling my chest. A boner grew in my heart as it did in my denim jeans.
We went to an Indian restaurant and she ordered a Tikka and I got a butter chicken. We drank a good few IPAs. This part is largely uninteresting, unless you want me to detail all of the ridiculous things we were talking about - like UFO cults, death metal bands we'd seen over the summer, and the workmates we most hated at our jobs.
Actually, it was a pretty fun conversation - but that's not why you're here.
We finished up by 9pm and she invited me to come back to her's for a few more drinks. Who was I to turn that down? I might have been out of the game for a few months, but I was ready to get naked. So we hopped on a bus and made our way back to the quiet suburbs of Dublin. Well, mostly quiet.
I was especially excited about this segment of the night because Ellen and I were already well-aware of each other's night time proclivities. She knew what it took to turn my motor on, and I knew what it took to get her going. There'd be no awkward conversations about kinks tonight (I tell every woman I sleep with about my tickling kink - worst thing that can happen is they say 'nah'), so the journey from bus stop to bedroom was a clear path.
We had a few more cans of IPA in her living room, and the evil bitch knew exactly what she was doing when she kicked off her platform shoes and got down to her tight black t-shirt and jeans, sprawled on the couch like a cat stretching in front of a fire. I was immediately in the mood, but I had to play it cool. At this stage I was terrified about lasting 2-minutes or less in the bedroom, I hadn't had sex since last June and this girl was looking like a whole scooby snack.
Let's skip ahead to the part you're all interested in.
Ellen had her own kink that I only happily entertained and indulged for some time. I won't go into the details there either as it feels wrong talking about someone else's fantasy, but let's just say it's pretty vanilla compared to what I wanted to do to her.
She was already in the cuffs, her bare breasts and neck covered in hickeys, and her black lace underwear begging to come off. But not just yet.
I kissed her and circled a finger around her bellybutton. I could feel her smiling, her teeth showing, with each touch. 'Uh-oh' she said playfully. We'd already had the consent talk while getting undressed, so she knew what was coming next. Luckily, I remembered all of her spots from years ago, so it was like journey down a well-worn path.
'What? What's wrong?' I asked, my free hand now searching out more of her soft stomach. She stared me down with narrowed eyes, not willing to give me the satisfaction of a laugh - well, not yet.
I kissed her neck which made her moan while my fingers danced on her peachy backside and between her thighs, she seemed to like this a lot, until I got two fingers under her knees. She squealed as if caught off-guard. 'You fuck!' she grinned. 'That's not very nice' I replied, so I covered her mouth with my other hand and allowed my free one to go about it's devilish business.
My fingers danced in circles around her bellybutton, brushed gently across her groin, squeezed her delicious thighs, and played piano on her ribs as her sweet laughter warmed the palm of my hand. I teased her with 'oh I bet you're regretting this now, hun' and the odd 'tickle-tickle' here and there. She lost all reason when I tickled gently on her soft armpit, her eyes welling up with tears as I exploited her most sensitive spots for a good five minutes.
I stopped tickling, not out of boredom, but out of an incredible feeling of lust. I couldn't wait another second. Even though I'd been dying to get her gorgeous feet as well, I simply couldn't deny the call of the wild. We'd see about her toes later.
We fucked like it was our job to do so. And, thankfully - I didn't become a two-minute wonder.
But the tickle-fun wasn't quite over. In fact, what happened next was quite possibly the hottest thing that I've ever had done in bed. Sorry if this is crude, but there's literally no other way to describe it.
Ellen was sitting on my face and I lapped up her juices thirstily, her soft thighs warming my cheeks while my tongue found every crevice on her. And while I was busy at my work, Ellen used her sharp nails to tickle my ribs, up and down, and up and down again. My bouts of laughter possibly sending shockwaves through her body. She made the mistake of tickling my armpits which had me lose my focus and curl into fits of laughter. I could hear her laugh at this too - she was pleased with herself.
We lay with each other that night, totally expended and totally worn out. I'd never forgotten why we broke up, but I'd never forgotten what we saw in each other in the first place.
So I guess we both knew where it was going. She missed me, and even though it had been six whole years since we'd been an item, she was reminding me of all the reasons I had to miss her as well. We'd both grown a lot since then, too, and I think that she may have reached out to me knowing that I was no longer the drink and drug-fueled arsepuppet I used to be. I'd never been abusive or mean to her, or to anyone I've ever been with, but my younger self was not a reliable person. Maybe she figured that I'd be reliable now.
FEBRUARY 4th - SUNDAY
'hah if we dont have valentines by v-day we should go out ourselves >
x''are you asking me on a date then?'
A whole hour of pregnant silence
'Yeah, maybe I am. What of it? xxxx'
And that was all it took. Ellen and I had taken the step that we'd been teasing towards since November. The foreplay was over - and the true foreplay was about to begin que porno bass
FEBRUARY 14th - WEDNESDAY
Seeing her in the flesh for the first time in a few years was an experience. It was like seeing her for the first time all over again.
Blue eyes glowed playfully from behind strands of brown hair that fell from her bob hairstyle, and a sweet little smile grew on the corners of her red lips as I approached her at the bus stop. We hugged and it felt like her petite body had fallen into mine. I'm not a big guy by any means, but Ellen, bless her, is a little gal. We hugged for a long time and I smelled her hair as she was probably smelling my chest. A boner grew in my heart as it did in my denim jeans.
We went to an Indian restaurant and she ordered a Tikka and I got a butter chicken. We drank a good few IPAs. This part is largely uninteresting, unless you want me to detail all of the ridiculous things we were talking about - like UFO cults, death metal bands we'd seen over the summer, and the workmates we most hated at our jobs.
Actually, it was a pretty fun conversation - but that's not why you're here.
We finished up by 9pm and she invited me to come back to her's for a few more drinks. Who was I to turn that down? I might have been out of the game for a few months, but I was ready to get naked. So we hopped on a bus and made our way back to the quiet suburbs of Dublin. Well, mostly quiet.
I was especially excited about this segment of the night because Ellen and I were already well-aware of each other's night time proclivities. She knew what it took to turn my motor on, and I knew what it took to get her going. There'd be no awkward conversations about kinks tonight (I tell every woman I sleep with about my tickling kink - worst thing that can happen is they say 'nah'), so the journey from bus stop to bedroom was a clear path.
We had a few more cans of IPA in her living room, and the evil bitch knew exactly what she was doing when she kicked off her platform shoes and got down to her tight black t-shirt and jeans, sprawled on the couch like a cat stretching in front of a fire. I was immediately in the mood, but I had to play it cool. At this stage I was terrified about lasting 2-minutes or less in the bedroom, I hadn't had sex since last June and this girl was looking like a whole scooby snack.
Let's skip ahead to the part you're all interested in.
Ellen had her own kink that I only happily entertained and indulged for some time. I won't go into the details there either as it feels wrong talking about someone else's fantasy, but let's just say it's pretty vanilla compared to what I wanted to do to her.
She was already in the cuffs, her bare breasts and neck covered in hickeys, and her black lace underwear begging to come off. But not just yet.
I kissed her and circled a finger around her bellybutton. I could feel her smiling, her teeth showing, with each touch. 'Uh-oh' she said playfully. We'd already had the consent talk while getting undressed, so she knew what was coming next. Luckily, I remembered all of her spots from years ago, so it was like journey down a well-worn path.
'What? What's wrong?' I asked, my free hand now searching out more of her soft stomach. She stared me down with narrowed eyes, not willing to give me the satisfaction of a laugh - well, not yet.
I kissed her neck which made her moan while my fingers danced on her peachy backside and between her thighs, she seemed to like this a lot, until I got two fingers under her knees. She squealed as if caught off-guard. 'You fuck!' she grinned. 'That's not very nice' I replied, so I covered her mouth with my other hand and allowed my free one to go about it's devilish business.
My fingers danced in circles around her bellybutton, brushed gently across her groin, squeezed her delicious thighs, and played piano on her ribs as her sweet laughter warmed the palm of my hand. I teased her with 'oh I bet you're regretting this now, hun' and the odd 'tickle-tickle' here and there. She lost all reason when I tickled gently on her soft armpit, her eyes welling up with tears as I exploited her most sensitive spots for a good five minutes.
I stopped tickling, not out of boredom, but out of an incredible feeling of lust. I couldn't wait another second. Even though I'd been dying to get her gorgeous feet as well, I simply couldn't deny the call of the wild. We'd see about her toes later.
We fucked like it was our job to do so. And, thankfully - I didn't become a two-minute wonder.
But the tickle-fun wasn't quite over. In fact, what happened next was quite possibly the hottest thing that I've ever had done in bed. Sorry if this is crude, but there's literally no other way to describe it.
Ellen was sitting on my face and I lapped up her juices thirstily, her soft thighs warming my cheeks while my tongue found every crevice on her. And while I was busy at my work, Ellen used her sharp nails to tickle my ribs, up and down, and up and down again. My bouts of laughter possibly sending shockwaves through her body. She made the mistake of tickling my armpits which had me lose my focus and curl into fits of laughter. I could hear her laugh at this too - she was pleased with herself.
We lay with each other that night, totally expended and totally worn out. I'd never forgotten why we broke up, but I'd never forgotten what we saw in each other in the first place.
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
