charlie's in charge

funny thing: even though i'd seen her completely naked in morning sunlight twice in the past week, charlie again turned off all the lights before taking her clothes off last night. she shaves her legs and even takes the time to trim her pubes in the morning if she knows she's seeing me that night. but she's still shy about being seen by me - despite our relationship having no substance other than sex.

she is fun to fuck. and in the dark it's even easier to imagine she's barely old enough than when i see her in the morning, innocently naked, wrapped in crumpled bedsheets.

last night i really went to town eating her sweet pussy. she came several times over, but when i asked her to return the favour it was the word "no" she choked on, answering instead with an almost invisible, inaudible headshake.

but a little later, with her tongue in my ear and her little fingers clasping my balls, my cock exploded inside her tight cunt in such an intense orgasm that my back seized up and incapacitated me until i fell asleep.

i made her late for work this morning with a repeat performance.

fooling in love

i first met nicola and her big (yet equally small) sister at a beach resort last summer. earlier this week she and some of her school friends joined up with some other people that were at the same resort at the same time, and they all arrived in town on thursday.

i met nicola in the park near my place on friday night. she looks even better as a 19 year old than she did at 18. she'd never really flirted with me when her sister or my girlfriend were around, but whenever it had been just the two of us she was much more friendly. however on friday, slightly drunk and mildly stoned, i read nothing besides the setting sun sparkling in her green eyes.

we met up with the others and went to the same clubs that all the other tourists in town were at. the only thing i like less than tourists and the clubs they hang out at, is the music that gets played at the clubs that tourists hang out at. one of nicola's friends was being increasingly amorous towards me, but i wasn't showing any interest at all. partly because i wasn't very interested, and partly (as the alcohol gradually increased my interest) just in case there was a chance to have nicola herself. (or by way of back-up, sarah, someone's cute red-headed 20-something sister)

tony, one of the guys who'd been at the beach with us last summer, was being pretty flirtacious all round, and was dancing with the girls. he came over to me and said "what's wrong? grab a girl. have fun." so i told him that old anecdote about the two bulls:

there was a young bull and an old bull standing on a hill, surveying the herd. the young bull says to the old bull "let's run down there and fuck one of those cows". to which the old bull replies "no. let's walk down and fuck them all"

that was my second mistake. the third mistake was to go on and brag about my recent success in the sexual arena. my fourth mistake was to go off and roll a big doobie.

the first mistake, incidentally, was thinking i ever had a chance to fuck nicola.

so while i was in the bathroom rolling a joint, tony told nicola what i'd told him. then as we passed it around, she started paying me more and more attention. by the time i was thoroughly stoned, she was tossing her hair around and running her fingers across her chest, teasing her blouse open and bucking her hips just like she knew i'd like. i kept on playing it cool, smiling and rolling my eyes at sarah every now and then, as if to say "hah! look at this silly little girl". then i went to the bar and when i came back i stayed a little way apart from her. but her movements were mesmerising and eventually, entranced, i pushed past a couple of others in the group towards her.

with immaculate timing, she looked straight at me, then turned away and walked towards tony.

i was feeling pretty humiliated, and only knew one way to respond. i immediately turned my focus towards the girls outside our circle, and over the next 5 minutes, just through body movement and fleeting eye contact, i tempted three of them to join our group to dance with me, only to completely ignore them once they'd done so. tony made a joke suggesting he thought i was failing to score these girls, but i could tell from nicola's face that she knew i was just showing off.

not long after that i told her i was leaving, and she asked to share a cab.

charlie's an angel

actually i didn't withdraw. charlie's on the pill, so i came twice, unsheathed inside her tight little red racing striped pussy.

we'd walked to the sushi bar together and it was clear from the first that there was something about to happen between us. an electrostatic field that had our hairs on end and our heart rates up; a tension in the air like the anticipation of lightning. enthralled in each others eyes, we crab-walked the whole way.

over nigiri & margaritas we talked an hour of fluff. then we left the bar and walked to the park. while we necked on a bench some stoned kids in a parked car shone a laser pointer at us. "fuck it, let's go back to your place" and so we did.

quietly, to not disturb her room-mates, she poured two glasses of water and led me to her room. turned off the lights, took off her clothes and climbed into bed, whispering "i never dreamed this could happen. i never thought i was good enough for you". it was so dark in there that as i climbed naked into the bed after her, i had no more idea what she looked like naked than i'd had 5 minutes earlier. even as my eyes adjusted to the dark, she was never more than a silhouette against black.

which really turned me on. discovering her by touch, reading the braille of her goose pimples with my fingers, reading her lips. her tiny nipples, barely raised from her chest. dextrous delicate fingers, hard tongue, hot mouth, velvet snatch.

the morning sunlight wasn't held back by the heavy curtains and i saw her body for the first time. in perfectly androgynous proportion, with a bejewelled banana bell in her belly button.

i think i'm gonna be able to sleep with her on-and-off for a long time without committment or boredom.

charlie

when i first moved here a couple of years ago, i was doing some freelance work for the local branch of the company i'd been working for in the previous town. charlie was the secretary there, and i'd met her a year before that at a company conference. she seems less like the girl next door, more like her shy little sister. she has short reddish hair framing a pretty, freckled and bespectacled face.

ange had stayed behind for the first few months i was here, and i'd always flirted with charlie. we had lunch a couple of times, and then i innocently (?) emailed to ask her out one night. she replied that unfortunately she had a boyfriend, and isn't it always the way that when you wish you were single, you aren't. i emailed back that i had a partner, too, so totally understood what she meant about the inconvenience of being in a relationship when you fancy someone else.

at the time i wrote that email i remember thinking i'd just placed a deposit in the future fuck bank. it seems that the interest has accumulated in the ensuing years, and tonight i intend to make a withdrawal.

i emailed charlie two days ago, and somehow the fact that i'd recently broken up with ange slipped out. turns out her relationship finished recently, too. we're going to my favourite sushi restaraunt tonight. and then... i reckon to her place.

end of an error

i broke up with ange.

i'd lost the nerve to do it by the end of my last entry, but when we started arguing this morning there was no longer a voice in my head advising restraint, and before i knew it i'd told her i thought it would be best if we didn't live together anymore. she didn't take it very well.

i offered to continue having sex. she politely declined. i pleaded to continue having sex. she declined less politely. she packed some stuff and went to stay with friends of ours.

i smoked a joint and watched porn.

hi honey, i'm home

angela came back last night. i had intended to tell her about fucking
lisa, but i certainly wasn't going to tell her about accidentally
fucking cindy instead. so i got a fantastic "hi honey, i'm home"
blowjob. that left her wet and dying to be nailed - a desire i was
only too happy to fulfil.

we ended in one of our favourite positions with
her flat on her stomach, legs spread to splitting point, me on top,
pinning her wrists to the bed on either side of her shoulders, my cock
spurting spunk into her already sopping snatch.

i'm not sure if i am ready to break up with her after all.

the betrayal

holy shit! this is unbelievable! i totally got laid last night - with totally the wrong person!

so let me take a few steps back. i have these married friends cindy and mike. they're about 10 to 15 years older than me. they live in this big old house with their two daughters and various (invariably female) tenants at various times. the daughters, at 16 and 18 are both stunning, but because of their ages, they should be strictly out of bounds. lisa, a bit-part tv actress is currently the only tenant. blonde, buxom and bubbly, she and i have always flirted, and have been known to get quite intimate dancing together at parties. her boyfriend is a bit of a loser, and she treats him with open contempt whenever i'm around. so when cindy invited me out to dinner with lisa, i couldn't help but think there was a chance to take things further. and with ange neither in my bed nor my heart last night, that was my plan.

but you know what they say about plans.

8pm came around and cindy knocks on my door. alone. apparently lisa wasn't feeling so well. i tried to hide my disappointment, but i realised cindy was quite drunk anyway. we went out to dinner, and i drank quickly to catch up with her. since my plan had gone to shit, i thought i might as well get loaded. i was so distracted that it took me almost the whole meal to realise that cindy was blatantly flirting with me. i wasn't flirting back at all, but as we left the restaraunt, she threw all caution to the wind.

"we could go to a bar... or we could go back to your place." and she squeezed my hand. (ange and) i live walking distance from everything in town, so it isn't unusual for groups of people to come back to our place for a drink or a joint in the middle or at the end of the evening. this clearly wasn't what she had in mind, but i played along as if it was. i still wasn't sure if i was reading things right, and even if i was, did i really want to fuck the wife of my friend? the mother of two teenage girls i have illicit crushes on?

as we walked back to my place she put her arm tightly around me. this was also not unusual, and if any of our friends had spotted us on the street they wouldn't have dreamed anything was up. but as soon as we got inside she blurted out a whole stream of stuff. i don't remember everything, but the gist of it was that we'd always been hot for each other, and she couldn't believe that we'd been so well behaved on group holidays. she knew things weren't going brilliantly with me and angela, and since angela was out of town she'd talked lisa into not coming out so that we could be alone.

then she went straight for my cock.

but it was not amazing sex. multiple-motherhood has left her body relatively unscathed, but astonishingly inexperienced. apparently mike just doesn't like fucking, so they haven't had sex many more times than they've conceived. i guess she lost her virginity to him, resulting in their oldest daughter, and her only other sexual partners ever were a one night stand with some random pair of twins. last night then, she was understandably both eager and inept. she undressed us both in a flurry, forgoing foreplay entirely, and dragged me into her nicely presented pussy. she was making so much noise the whole time, i don't know if she actually came, but i certainly didn't. she told me that you have to have sex with someone a lot of times before you can know whether or not you're compatible.

if that's the case, i'd rather not know.

angela

i never imagined that i could last three years in a relationship. but i also never imagined enjoying fucking anyone as much as i enjoy fucking angela. she has a hot little body, perky tits, nimble fingers, a fiesty tongue and our appetites and tastes are totally aligned. she needs it as often as i do (as often as time permits). she's open to experimentation - to a point. we fooled around with one of her girlfriends once until i came over the other girl and jealousy overcame ange.

jealousy often overcomes ange. she kicked the shit out of my shins one time when i was being fondled by another girl on a drunken train trip. because we've been so open about our fantasies, she knows which of our female friends i want to fuck, and that makes for all kinds of awkward social situations. i no longer admit to being attracted to new girls we meet, but since the threesome thing isn't gonna fly, and since we live in such a small town, the only way for me to get to fuck other girls again is to ditch ange. and the only way i'm gonna be willing to do that is by proving to myself that i still remember how to score.

i wove a real spell to get into angela's bed the night we met, and i still don't quite know how it worked. i was not long out of a fiery relationship, tripping on acid in a bar, and saw her talking to a friend of mine. they'd shared an apartment a few years back, and he drunkenly thought that he might get into her pants, so hadn't introduced us. entranced, i walked straight up, said "i'm vagibond, by the way" and the rest is pretty much (soon-to-be) history. as we walked back to her place later on she suddenly stopped and faced me. "do you even know my name?". i knew for certain it was either "angela" or "andrea". a large part of the past three years of my life has been dictated by the mental coin toss that led me to guess "of course! angela."

vagibond

i'm calling myself vagibond. you should be able to figure out why i spell it that way. you also be able to figure out why i have to use a pseudonym in the first place. and needless to say, all other names used in this blog are also made up.

some say i'm a misogynist or womaniser. kinder people call me a male slut, but i prefer to think of myself simply as a hedonist. anyway, i've been living with a beautiful, smart and sexually adept girl for nearly three years of nearly monogamy, but she's out of town for a few days and i'm gonna throw it all away tonight to fuck someone else against all better judgement.