Gee, mail... gee, male.
I sit here typing away at my laptop, in the full lotus, wearing a white shirt, with a button down collar, a short tartan skirt, tights and the panties I wore last night, still cum-stained.
My ashtray is nearly overflowing and it's early in the morning.
But I'm stoned and my mind is still whirling over all that's happened recently.
I'd met the fellow who'd fuck me on Gmail. Oh I'd fucked and been fucked before; but, not in four years, or more.
He'd emailed me to say he'd liked a story I'd written. Then, one day he'd sent me an IM and I'd responded.
So had begun a conversation that had lasted nearly two hours, during which time we'd talked a lot; including my desire to be fucked, in tights and a slip.
Oh, how I'd stayed hard throughout that conversation, pleased to learn that though he lived miles from me, he'd been willing to travel.
So, we'd arranged to meet.
Now, that'd all been weeks ago.
Last night feeling very nervous, I'd met him at the hotel where he'd booked a room.
Beneath my outdoor clothing, I'd worn a thigh length, really pretty lilac slip; twenty denier opaque tights; and a pair of purple, lace-edged panties that held my cock as if a lover clutched it.
I'd shaven well; my face, my cock and calls; and legs: and I'd taken a purgative, so my lover would find me clean, for him.
I'd even gone to the trouble of lubing my hole prior to my visit, with one, two, then three fingers, widening my sphincter and enjoying it.
So it was with nervous anticipation, I'd smiled at the desk-clerk and had asked for his room number, only to be told I was expected and to go straight up.
For some reason I'd found it exciting, to be told "you're expected."
And, as I'd caught the lift to his floor I'd been ever-so aroused, with my seven inch, cut cock erect, inside my pretty panties.
Then, when the door to his room had opened I'd been pleased, well-pleased.
I'd already learnt he could be real sexy through our email and that IM, but there he'd been for real, with a warm smile on his face, aware why I had called to see him, knowing what I'd wanted.
"Hi," Steve had said. That's his name, Steve.
He was in his early forties, my Fathers age; but tall, about six foot and slim, like me; yet with dark thick hair, quite unlike mine of a mousey blonde thin shoulder length.
Steve had been wearing a blue terry-towel robe and nothing else, I'd learnt.
I'd entered at his gesturing, and then he'd closed the door and turned to me.
"Can I kiss you?" I'd asked hesitantly, with my eyes submissively downcast.
"Weren't you going to dress, for me?" He'd asked me in turn.
"Oh I am sir," I'd assured him, "beneath these."
"Then go get changed you slut," he instructed, pointed to the bathroom and the open door: "I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom, just down the hall."
That'd been all he'd said, before walking toward his room, with an arrogant swagger.
He'd been very aware why I had called to see him, knowing what I'd wanted.
So I'd entered the bathroom and quickly removed my jacket, jumper, jeans and shirt, then looking in the mirror, applied some vivid red lipstick to my lips, to look nice.
And I'd padded nervously to his room, feeling horny as hell, yet very apprehensive.
It'd been my first time in years and I'd wanted it to be good, for us both.
I recall the timid knock on his door.
"Can I come in, Sir?" I'd asked.
"Yes, come in, slut!" Steve had demanded of me, in that commanding manner and I'd opened the door and done so, standing before him in my pretty slip and tights.
He'd known what I wanted.
Steve had been lying in the middle of a large bed, the robe parted a little, as he had his right hand round his hard length, as he wanked slowly, looking at me.
"Now you can kiss me," he'd told me, adding, "come lie with me and kiss me.!
And I'd walked across the room, to lie at his side, holding him, holding his cock, already leaking clear pre-cum.
I'd wrapped my arms round his neck, pressing my lips to his and kissed him, with my tongue entering his mouth as I sought out his tongue with mine.
Finally, much to my disappointment, he'd broken the kiss.
"Turn over," Steve had instructed.
So I'd rolled on to my belly, as he'd eased the hem of my slip up my nylon-clad legs.
He'd run his left hand over my buttocks, caressing me.
Then he'd taken my tights in both hands and eased them down my legs to my knees.
"On all fours," Steve had ordered, in a soft, demanding voice.
Spreading my thighs pretty roughly, he knelt between my legs,
With his right hand on the base of my spine he had eased the tight crotch aside, giving him access to my well-lubed hole.
He had then run his fingers over my puckered anus, and then slipped the middle digit inside me easily enough, right up to the knuckle.
I'd groaned my sphincter tightening, with pleasure at the intrusion.
Then as I'd relaxed my muscles, his finger entered further still.
"Oh you're ready for a fucking, aren't you?" Steve had queried and added a second and third finger.
As I'd felt his fingers slide into me, widening me further, I'd continued to groan.
"Oh yes," he had hissed, "you want it bad."
It hadn't been a question. And, he'd been right.
I'd pushed back against his hand and those fingers inside me, looking back over my shoulder, to see him, hand on his powerful looking cock, pumping slowly.
"I think it's time to give this baby a home..." he had muttered, smiling to himself.
Withdrawing his fingers, Steve had left me feeling empty and needing to be filled again, by his hard eight inches.
"Oh yes please?" I'd entreated, as he'd held the gusset aside, teasing my hole with the head of his cock.
"Like it honey?" He had teased, pushed that domed head against my asshole muscles, which I'd relaxed, as waited for him to take me.
I'd knelt there waiting with anticipation: then felt eager hands parting my buttocks, as the head of his hard erect cock pressed against my lubed sphincter muscles and he entered me easily.
Soon I'd been filled with all his length and with his hands on my hips, he began to thrust back and forth and his thighs slapping against mine.
It'd been intense and I not been able to moan, at being filled by a man, like him: In and out, in and out.
I'd tried to count each stroke, but quickly given up.
Instead, I had chosen to luxuriate in the sensation of fulfilment I'd felt, as I'd lain there, my body his to use, as he fucked me.
Grunting, Steve had gone in and out, seemingly deeper with each plunge into my bowel, gripping my hips tightly.
Closing my eyes, I'd accepted all he gave me, delighted to be used me like that and my ass muscles responded to each thrust by opening wide for him, as I'd panted for breath, tightening with each thrust into me.
"Oh God you slut, this is so-good," he cried out, as I'd creamed with panties, so excited to be his cunt.
Steve hadn't noticed though. He'd just getting pounding away and sore as I'd become, I'd loved it: oh, how I'd so-enjoyed being fucked again.
Yet, all too soon I'd felt a tremor in his thighs announce announcing the onset of his climax and withdrawn from my gaping hole to shot his cum over my arse-crack.
And, I'd slumped forward, his seed on my flesh: and couldn't help but feel pleased, he'd found satisfaction.
I had turned over slowly, to look at him, and saw him standing there, at the end of the bed, with glazed eyes, a smile on his face.
Yet, I do hope there'll be a next time I see him: and he'll let me stay for seconds.