Obsessions

Last Wednesday I met and fucked a woman whose Yahoo 360 page I had come across. She lives in my town and said in her profile that she'd always been straight but had a growing urge to be with a woman. She looked terrific and I thought I could perform a service for mankind by helping her fulfill this urge. I'm like Mother Theresa in that way. I IMd her and we started chatting. I called her and we continued our chat on the phone. Eventually I asked her if she was serious about this and if she wanted to do it right then. If she was in Santa Rosa, I told her, I could drive to her house in just a few minutes. She said, "yeah, I guess so." I asked her if she guessed so, or if she wanted to do it. She said yeah and gave me her address. I guickly showered and dressed and in twenty minutes I was knocking on her door. She opened the door, smiled and said that was quick, and let me in. She has a nice three bedroom house she shares with a room mate who was out of town. Irina herself is exotically beautiful. She looks like she might be Native American, but with something else thrown in there, Asian maybe. Straight dark brown hair, almond shaped dark brown, almost black, eyes, beautiful full lips. She was wearing jeans, which beautifully showed off her full hips, and a tight threadbare v-neck T, which even more wonderfully showed off her great tits.

We had some wine, sat on the sofa and started talking. I gesture alot when I talk and it is easy and natural for me to extend my gestures so that they end with my hand touching somebody's arm or leg. The next time, my hand lingers, the time after that it caresses. It takes no time at all, with a willing recipient (and almost all are) to move on to kissing and more serious touching. So it went with Irina. We were soon topless with my mouth and hands on her breasts. I suggested we move to the bedroom.

I love blue jeans. I love to wear them because they are comfortable and I love to see them on other people, men and women, because of the way they make people's asses look. But they are the hardest article of clothing ever invented for taking off of somebody else. I love undressing people, but removing jeans is just too slow and awkward. Before we resumed I asked her to take her jeans off for me. She did and
lay down on the bed. I lay down next to her and kissed her, then eagerly but patiently my mouth began its pilgrimage to her pussy. My lips and tongue paid loving attention to her neck, shoulders, breasts, and belly, but I kept my mind on my goal. I licked beneath the band of her panties, then slowly pulled them down and off of her. Her bush was trimmed but unshaved anywhere. I liked that. I was reminded that a woman with a fuller bush smells and tastes stronger, the hair retaining her aroma and flavor. I love eating pussy and I eagerly went at hers. I was slow and delicate at first, trying to be sensitive to the fact that Irina had never had a woman eating her out before, but as soon as it became evident that she was enjoying things just fine, I let loose, licking, nibbling, sucking with abandon. When we were both at least temporarily satisfied I stopped and moved up to embrace and kiss her. We cuddled and kissed for a few minutes, then I asked if she wanted to eat me. She did, and immediately headed to my cunt, passing my neck, breasts, and belly. Those things could wait, I guess; she wanted some pussy.

She hesitated for just a moment, sniffing and tasting, then started licking. In my experience, once women overcome their hesitance about actually eating pussy, they are natural pussy eaters. I think we just do what we always wish somebody would do to us. I suspect men who give blow jobs are the same way. Irina was somehow both delicate and aggressive in what she did and I responded very well to her. She stayed down there a long time, maybe a half hour, and whenever I came it just seemed to give her more energy. When she was done I licked her chin, nose and lips and we cuddled some more. When I told her it was time for me to go, she asked me to stay a little longer, then she ate me again. This time she explored with her fingers, too, fucking me with them in both my pussy and asshole. She's a quick learner. When she was finally satisfied (and I was too, oh my!), she let me go.

It was a wonderful evening. She was a beautiful woman and a great lover and I enjoyed her body immensely. The only problem was she wanted more. She started emailing me and IMing me several times a day, wanting more (she writes very well, by the way. I wouldn't at all mind doing with her some of the things she suggested we do). It's as though she had become obsessed with me. It's not that I don't understand and sympathize. I remember what it was like with me and Derek when we first "discovered" fucking. For weeks that's all I could think of was his dick, where I could put it and what I could do with it. When I was first fucked in the ass, I couldn't focus on anything else but having that cock in my ass again, and again, and again. And I was just like Irina, too. After the first time I ate pussy and went to bed with the smell in my nose and the taste on my lips (yes, I read your blog, girl), I couldn't wait to dive back in again. I still have obsessions, focusing on particular, um, beings. Right now I have a tremendous need to again be brutally fucked by a Rottweiler named Moose and ass-fucked my Karyn's boyfriend (not at the same time, though, I don't think. That particular combination just might kill me). I'm not really comfortable being the object of somebody else's obsession, though. One problem can be if she takes her idealization of my pussy and transfers it to me. It's probably not wrong for her to idealize my pussy - I'm sure it's perfect. I'm quite a flawed person, though, as you are all quite aware by now. One of those flaws is that I'm very selfesh. I don't have the time to indulge somebody else's obsession; I have my own kinky needs to feed, quite a large and voracious variety of them. I have rounds to make. And then of course, there's Kayla. She lets me get away with a lot (how's that for understatement?), but even she has her limits.

To relieve myself of this burden, I invited Irina over for sex yesterday (Saturday) evening. For the last month or so, Kayla and I have had a houseguest, TJ, a very hot and slutty bi-girl I have known and been fucking for a little over two years. TJ is a twenty year old college student who had to leave campus during winter break and didn't want to go home, so she's been sleeping on our sofa. When Irina arrived, looking oh so fucksum in what I correctly guessed to be just sweat pants and a zip up sweatshirt, I introduced her to TJ and told her that if she didn't mind, TJ would be joining us. She hesitated, but said it would be OK. My idea was that if she ate another woman besides me then she could focus on eating pussy rather than just eating my pussy. I think it was working, too. She and TJ were getting along very well (TJ is a great fuck and will try anything). She was eating TJ when I made my mistake. Seeing all this pussy spread out in front of me got me feeling kind of butch, so I sensitively fucked Irina in the ass with a strap on. She'd never been fucked in the ass before, even by a man, and she loved it. L*O*V*E*D IT! Now I happen to love being fucked in the ass while sucking on a cock; it's my favorite thing to do, but although I hoped Irina would like, or at least not mind me busting her ass, it never ocurred to me that she would love it. That as a great new thing, this would become her new sexual obsession. Being fucked in the ass while eating pussy. Looking back now, of course, it seems obvious. Who wouldn't like that, right? So my great plan of breaking Irina's obsession with eating my pussy worked, but now I'm stuck with her new obsession of her eating TJ's pussy while I fuck her in the ass.

Oh well. I guess this is just something I have to live with. Tough life I have, eh?