"If only I could worship the gods with my cock, then I would be the most devout of followers." Dry s

I learnt something today. Women love sex. I know it’s been said all over the place, but I’ve never really believed it because of my several blue-balls periods, but today I learnt that it’s actually true. Kind of like when you see a “Warning! Wet Paint” Sign, and you won’t believe it until you touch it. Something like that.
I don’t know if it’s beginner’s luck, or whether women on this site are just as horny as me, but I’d like to believe it’s the latter. But time will tell. It always does. But first, I’d like to thank Wetness2014 for the awesome hour (Thanks Wetness2014! Meet up again today! ). So just to put it in context, When I wrote the first post I was in the middle of a sexual desert. My steady dates were Hand-gela and Hand-gelina.
So wetness messaged me at around 10 p.m. and she’s all like, “Can you really bang your way to happiness?” Now, I won’t lie. I was fucking excited. My fingers were shaking when typing back. We chatted for a few minutes. I was tempted to start asking her emotional stuff, like I do (build emotional connection with a woman, they said) but then I remembered, We’re in the fucking BangZone! So I told her, point blank, I want to fuck her so hard she’ll walk like a duck for a week, and then I waited, fingers crossed, palms sweaty. She took 30 minutes to reply. It was a Yes. A fucking Yes!! The rest went like this,
Me: Where are you? [So I come over we mash our genitals together]
Wetness: I’m leaving town now headed home
Me: Cool. I live in Kahawa. So when are you free? [So we can mash our genitals together!!!]
Wetness: Seriously? Wtf! I live there too.
Me: Awesome!  Wanna do it tonight? [I wanna mash our genitals together!!!]
Wetness: Lol! Can’t do it tonight. Tired. Maybe another time.
At this point I almost reverted back to my default dumb-fuck mode. I almost answered with something like, “It’s ok, we’ll do it another time then.” But I remembered. BangZone. I was the Boss!
Me: Look, I know you’re horny. Otherwise you wouldn’t be in a cab browsing TheAdultHub. I’m horny too. Let’s make this happen. If its bad, you don’t have to see me again. But if its good….
Wetness: [fifteen minutes later] Meet me at Becks. [a local bar] I’ll be dressed in….
And so I went. Sweating like a fucking pig, all scrubbed and dressed up, My cock hard as fuck. We met. We talked. We drank. Then went to her place. Now, I’m sure you all get that fleeting thought, “Will this person tie me to her bed for a week and make me her slave? Will she skin me alive and wear my skin as an accessory?” I was nervous. But I was also tipsy. And horny. An I was going to fuck her six ways from Sunday.
We get to her place and as soon as she locks the front door we start making out. Something you’ll notice on Wetness’s profile, she has an excellent ass. Dat ass! My goodness! Every time I squeezed it I felt my dick jump a little in anticipation. She grabbed my cock and started rubbing it through my pants and I almost sobbed. She was breathing heavily, her eyes half closed as I squeezed, pinched and spanked her ass, her hand busy rubbing my cock.
She pushed me down onto the couch and straddled me. I took the opportunity to lift her skirt up, slipped my hand under her panties and grabbed her ass with one hand. My other hand opened her shirt and grabbed her breast. And Ladies and gentlemen, I can tell you that is a fucking firm boob. She had been staring into my eyes when she was rubbing my cock, but when I pinched her nipple, she closed her eyes and started moaning. She pulled out my cock (with some difficulty, on account of the fact that it was like a samurai sword; slick, stiff and curved slightly) and then she started jerking me off.
I was fucking ecstatic. In hours I was about to fuck this beautiful woman! Hours! Damnit, if you’ve had a point in time when you didn’t get any pussy, you’d know what I was feeling right now. And it showed. My staying power was weak as shit.
After five or so tugs, I knew I couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Baby, I’m cumming!” And she got off me, went down on her knees and put my cock in her mouth. I came immediately, spasming and jerking. I pushed her head on my cock and it slipped down her throat, shooting cum into her.
I almost started cursing myself. You fucking weakling, what was that? It’s like you’ve never had sex before you dumb fuck! But before I could start I noticed something. Wetness was still sucking on my cock. Hard. I think its that realization that made me hard again. The way she took it like a pro; sucking and licking my cockhead, then licking the shaft as she rubbed the head, then taking one ball into her mouth and sucking on it.
As soon as I was hard again, she got up and took off her panties. Only. We were both still dressed. She straddled me again, heels and all, and lowered herself onto my cock. Now, gentlemen, I don’t know if you have this. I like to call it my second wind. You know what I’m talking about. The second hard on after you cum the first time round. It doesn’t go away. You feel good when you fuck, but you can hold in your cum as long as you want. Well, I was in my second wind. And I won’t lie to you, when Wetness says she likes it rough, she’s not lying.
She bounced on my cock for a minute before I felt her shudder and sing, “Fuuuck!” in E minor. I felt her pussy muscles clench tight round my dick, tightening her pussy and I had to sing the alphabet song in my head to keep from cumming. A night of orgasmic symphonies.
She kept right on going after she came, slamming down on my cock. I attached my mouth to her free nipple, sucking like a vacuum cleaner, flicking my tongue over the nipple. I slipped one hand down to her magnificent ass and pushed my middle finger into her ass crack. I stopped right over her asshole. I rubbed it slowly and her moans rose in pitch. And at that point I thanked the BangZone for getting me this.
Wetness came a second time. And I understood her moniker.
“Strip.” She commanded, and I obeyed.
“Leave the heels on.” I commanded, and she obeyed.
I bent her over the couch and spread her legs, remembering the rough sex she liked so much. I rubbed her clit a bit and then slammed into her. I fucked her hard, pounding like I’ve never fucked before. I grunted as I fucked her and she moaned. I licked my thumb and pushed it in her ass just like I’d seen in oh so many pornos with Handgelina.
My mind was still struggling with the dumb-fuck mode. What if she complained? What if she stopped? But then I realized, what would I gain if I stopped. I had already taken the initiative. I was doggy styling her roughly, and any uncertainty on my part would be a sign of weakness. So I thought what the fuck, and pulled out of her pussy and slammed my cock into her ass. All thick seven inches of it.
Ah, the sweet music of the pleasure-pain moan. I held my cock for just a moment, then started to fuck her. Slowly at first, then faster and faster. I could smell her cum and her sweat and it turned me into a sexual beast. All my senses were engaged: I was mesmerized by the sight of my cock sliding in and out of her ass, My hands alternated between firmly holding her waist as I banged the shit out of her (literally, though only a little) and roving all over her naked body, her breasts her cunt, her back, her neck. Her moans came to me as if from another dimension where everything was better. I pulled her back, arching her back, and kissed her neck, licked it, traced my tongue all over over her neck and back. And in no time, I was cumming again. I shot my load into her ass and pulled out.
Now, gentlemen. One thing I learned is that the woman should always cum last. So I pushed her onto her back on the couch and climbed behind her. I pushed my fingers into her and started frigging her off and whispering trash into her ear. She came under a minute (Ladies).
And that was it. We exchanged numbers and I went back home. And as I lay in bed, that’s when I realized that women loved sex as much as men. Men aren’t the only pervs. Women have their secret fetishes too. For instance, I initially thought that women didn’t like it up the ass, but what were the chances that the first woman I’d hook up with would fucking love it? They’re out there, these women. Those who love sex a lot. They think about it as much as I do. They watch porn when they get home in the evening. They wank often, and well. They’re out there.
Lying in my bed, my cock pleasantly sore, reliving that awesome fuck, I was happy. Happiness isn’t an amalgamation of good things in every aspect of our lives. It’s the sensation you feel when something good happens even if its only in one aspect of your life. I mean, sure, my love life is non-existent, but who says your love life and your sex life have to be intertwined? They’re two different things. I wasn’t happy that my love life is in a coma, but I was fucking glad that my sex life had been reawakened in a most glorious fashion. That realization, ladies and gentlemen, was my first step on the road to banging my way to happiness.

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