Mindblown.

What Christmas lacked, New Years made up for. Big time. And I say that despite of the fact that I left the party as soon as we were done singing, after clock struck midnight. I didn't see more fireworks than what happened above the glassroof. I didn't get piss drunk. I didn't dance on any tables. I didn't even call my family to say Happy New Years.

But I did have a really fun party woth a bunch of likeminded nerds. I won a Skeleton Jack deco-tile and a wizard card with professor Koppel. I helped do the food, I talked to swedes, I talked about ingame and offgame stuff, I wore a fabulous witches robe, I drank an appropriate amount of Asti, Cava and Champagne, and I ate one bite out of my dessert, before something else became more interesting.

I was aware there might be some kissing. I saw that coming when he let me know he had just gotten single, and the conversation went from offers of support and hugs, into support, hugs, champagne and possibly a bit of kissing. Mentioning no one in particular, but honestly.. I'm not that stupid. And at the party, we had only talked, smiled, hugged a bit, so when I got off the phone with the bat, I didn't expect what happened. A hug turned to some looking into each others eyes. That lead to a very sweet, inquiring and direct conversation about what would happen when we got to my place, where I had offered my couch to crash on. Cuddling, yes. Playing? he asked. And I was intrigued. Watching him all evening, feeling his arms, surrounded by his amazing smell, I was sold. So yes. Playing was agreed to. He immediately stopped drinking, and immediately started kissing in stead.

And he was soft and gentle. Exploring, curious. Carefully, carefully nipping me, till I nipped back and showed him it was okay to be firmer with me. And we soon had to stop, cause he was worried about taking it too far in front of the others. I had already forgotten they were there, cause the taste and feel of him was everything in my world. The feel of his shoulders tensing when I nibbled on his lower lip, his hands pulling me into him, while he still refused to really let go with the kissing.. It was maddening. And we kissed at midnight. He held me to him while we sang the anthems, and when people started collecting their stuff to go watch fireworks and head to the other party, we slipped out. The trip home was full of more kissing, getting to know each other, and a full on laughattack when a bypasser in the metro made a comment on all the kissing and the touching going on inside his coat.

And we got to my place, and headed straight for the bedroom. The way he touched me, kissed me, licked and nibbled at my skin.. I was trembling, bad. I could have died when he took his tshirt off. Oh. My fucking. God. His back is... damn. I have no words. I could touch it for hours. Touch him. Perfect, flawless, smooth, not too muscular, not the opposite either, just.. perfect. And he let me. He never took my hands off him. And when he sat down on the bed and slid back against the pillows, I knew I wanted to have my mouth on him too. Straddling him, kissing him, working my way down his body, and hearing his sounds of approval with my skills... I just wanted to melt right into him, and have him always feel that good. He tasted perfect, fit perfectly, moved just right, even managed to assist me with my hair so it never got in the way.

And he had me ride him after that. Holy crap. He would hold my hips down, push me backwards so I had no leverage, and push up, so he was nestled against my cervix. Not thrusting, only pushing. And when I attempted to move, to take control, it only served to have him rubbing against my g-spot, and I couldn't do a thing to stop it or even twitch without it making me shiver even harder. He would grab onto my throat, only hard enough to hold me steady, never robbing me of air or bloodflow. He would pull me down to kiss me, to bite my neck, to tease my nipples with his tongue. His hand slipped at one point during my time on top, when I was leaning down to kiss him again, and he, while playing with my ass, brushed against my other entrance, and clearly he hadn't expected me to moan. He commented on it later, he had never guessed I would be so kinky. I responded that if he found what he had seen so far kinky, I could probably scare him with what I've done before. At one point, I had a fast rythm going, and was getting really close, and he grabbed onto me and held me still. I made to move again, and he just sweetly told me I didn't get to be in control the entire time. No threat, no dominance, no challenge. He just stated a fact, and I gave in. So when I did come, a bit later... The world could have fallen and I wouldn't have noticed, I was just gone. And he actually asked if he could come in my mouth, and in stead of finding it odd or funny, I just found it dead sexy. It was very clear to me he was holding back till I had him back in my mouth, it only took a few minutes of him sounding like he died and went to heaven, before he tensed and let go. My turn to almost die and go to heaven. The look on his face when I swallowed and licked up the one drop that escaped was absolutely priceless.

Lounging about naked, getting some water, we talked. Mainly about the kinkiness. And I told him how most of my sexlife has been. He actually seemed concerned, and asked me if I had been submissive before I was with my ex. And I almost broke out laughing, but told him I knew I was submissive like 5 years before I even had sex. Though it's not all I am, but I haven't had much... opportunity to explore being dominant, or done much of the sweet lovemaking thing.

I was on my stomach when he climbed on top of me, pushing my hair aside and biting my neck. I don't know how he has managed, but I can tell every single spot he bit me, still, yet he didn't leave a mark. Not one, but my throat, neck and breasts are sore from his teeth. I am amazed.
My hands instantly curled intl the covers, and he noted his regret I had no lube, or he would have explored more of the kink. I regretted that too. I really think he would be amazing with that, and all my thoughts of needing a trusted partner for that kind of thing went down the drain. I was willing to do it without, but he wasn't. So in stead, he held my hands down and took me from behind. He didn't make it easy for me, pushing my legs apart rather than let me squeeze tight so I could come fast. Waiting till I was shivering with 'almost', then pinning me down with his hips and just holding me there till I calmed down. Biting my throat and nibbling at my ear, even pulling my head around by my hair to kiss me. And it was never hard, never any pain, only passion and need. I came twice before he let me rest, and we went to sleep.

In the morning.. I woke up when he went to the bathroom, and checked we weren't late for the clean up at the cafe. We had hours. He came back in bed, and cuddled up to me, warm, smooth, naked.. hard.
And he kissed my shoulder, my neck, and I turned to kiss him properly, and it built up again. I touched him, and his hand slipped down to play with me, and I rocked into him, realising I was already more than ready for him. But he shifted so I couldn't reach him, and started doing this mind boggling thing with his hand. He worked me up slowly, just one finger in me, thumb against my clit, till I was pushing against him, before he added a second, and he curled them and like.. latched on to my g-spot like our lives depended on me. I have absolutely no idea how or what he did, but he didn't let go. His fingers barely moved, and I was writhing like a mad person, but it felt amazing. I made sounds I have never made before, and I came in ways I have never come before. It wasn't hard, it wasn't fast, he wasn't looking to reach a goal. It was like a steady marathon rather than a sprint to the finishline, and those tini tiny massagey rocking motions just completely made me lose myself and go all body. He asked me during, chuckling and looking at me with what can only be described as fascinated wonder, how many times I had come by then. And I couldn't even tell, cause it was like I'd had 5 seperate ones that were stringed together, it never quite stopped before a new one hit full on. And we're talking an almost 20 minute span, where I was like one big, quivering mess, just from him doing that one thing. I have had intense orgasms, I have had long ones, I have had many and I have had a fair few different kinds.. But fuck me if this wasn't the most amazing one I ever had. Had he not let up on me when he did, it would have ended very wetly, too. He didn't even try to hold me still during my wriggling, he just held on and kept going.

I didn't even fully catch my breath, then he was on top of me, in me. And he felt so good like that, I could touch every inch of him, his stomach, his chest, his arms, his neck, his hair, his face, and his amazing back. And he amazed me again. He kissed me, soft and sweet and passionate, and moved ever so gently with me. And when I looked up at him, he smiled and told me it didn't all have to be kinky. That I was probably in dire need of some lovemaking. And he did. This guy, this guy I've only talked to a handful of times, this guy who I only knew had any interest like that in me two days prior, this guy I have no feelings for beyond friendship.. Second time I meet him, this guy makes love to me like he adores me and wants to be nowhere else than right there. Kissing me, resting his forehead against mine, stroking my face and neck, moaning softly against my skin, sharing shaky breaths with me, having me touch and caress him, hold him close, chest against chest, him never crushing me. I was just.. flabbergasted. It felt fucking amazing.

And when I thought I would explode if he didn't speed up, I pulled at him once with my heels, and he complied. He took me to the brink, then placed his hands on mine, and pinned me with his hips. I could not move an inch, and he was pressed tight against my cervix again, in that way where it doesn't hurt, it just makes you feel all.. filled out. Pressure like crazy. And I realised he was actually doing it to hold back, himself. He was panting and flexing as much as I was, and finally, when he had done it a few times, he gave in when I mewled, and I came hard when he moved, him following me a few seconds later, when he was sure I was set off.

It was amazing. All of it. Every single second he touched me. It was passionate and loving all the way through, and it was beyond my wildest expectations. It is the best sex I've ever had, hands down.

I loved how, during one of the little breaks, he said that it wasn't often two people who were together for the first time, had sex that kinky. I was tempted to tell him that most of my firsts have been kinky, and that his threshold for kink is a lot lower than mine, but after having already mentioned my love for breathplay and how far I've taken that before, I figured I wouldn't push his limits more, for now. He's just so sweet and tender, yet so sure of himself and able to control me through that.. I can't get over it.

In the middle of an ingame talk tonight, he linked me something offgame. Apparently it made him think of me. I found it very hard to keep our characters just friendly, after that. The sentiment was how it was very interesting how we were both playing such innocent characters, when thinking about having such kinky sex so shortly before. I agree.

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