You Only Live

But who can say what’s best? That’s why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives.

Getting through work yesterday was a drudge. I know I nodded off at my desk a few times despite a steady diet of coffee. Still, I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed a lunch break more writing yesterday’s post. I relived each sweet moment of the morning a hundred times over. No doubt, it wasn’t as perfect as I made it out to be, but the point was, I felt like it had been. It was the most amazing sex I’d ever had, and with the girl of my dreams, so what could have been more perfect?

But, I knew it all had to come to an end. My wife called in the afternoon to say she is coming home early, leaving the next day in the morning. After such an incredible time with Sierra, I really wanted to see her again before my wife came home. We had already planned to meet on Thursday and get a room somewhere since my renter was back in town. But with this unexpected change in plans, I hit Sierra up and asked if we could move it to that night. We were both super tired having fucked all morning from 3 am on, still, she responded:

You’re cray, but yeah, I’m free.

We planned on 10 pm. I got home as early as I could from work to clean the house, return pictures and etc to their rightful place, and comb every inch for any trace of other women. Picking Sierra’s hair (being long dark brown and thick, wholly different from my wife’s and mine) out of the shower and bathroom took probably half an hour, but I’m pretty sure I got it all.

As is the typical tradition with Sierra, 10 pm goes by and no contact. Finally, at 11 pm I send her a message that I’m going to bed and if she wants to meet she can try texting me a whole bunch to wake me up. 20 minutes later when my head hits the pillow she sends me a burst of messages telling me she is ready and to come get her.

I pick her up at a totally different place than before after a bunch of waiting (apparently this was at her “smoking house”). She reeked of the reifer and was definitely high as a kite. She insists that the first thing we need to do is hit up this one gas station to get “the greatest milkshakes in the world”. At least Sierra is cute when she is high. As we drove through the city, with its subdued Monday night life, to a motel near my office, she amazed me with tales like this thing called “YouTube” which apparently is like a “typewriter for videos” (I love stoner descriptions of things). She also drank most of my milkshake by the time we arrived, I was glad to see her general attitude hasn’t changed much just because we’d had sex that morning. I got us a room at a cheap motel with my credit card (the one my wife never sees the statements for), and we settled in. I had tried to come prepared with an overnight bag with my work clothes, matching belt and shoes, tie, and toiletries, while Sierra had stuck to just her purse which it seemed contained little besides a pack of American Spirits, her phone, and personal lubricant. It was already warm in the room, but she immediately turned on the space heater (guess these rooms don’t have working wall heaters) and sat down in front of it at the end of the bed, warming her bare feet (she apparently forgot her shoes).

I sat down next to her.
“I like you high,” I said, putting an arm around her.
“Yeah?” she replied leaning in for a kiss.
Things seemed slower this time, I have a vivid image of her body lit by the side table lamp, naked apart from a lacy thong, looking up into my eyes with her sultry smile, she had transformed again, the incorrigible, intractable young girl had become this warm, welcoming woman seeming to hunger for me with all of her being.

Fortunately, our room was in the corner and it shared a wall with a maintenance closet, so when the  cheap old bed started squeaking loudly we didn’t wake up our neighbors (hopefully).
“You keep doing that you’re going to make me cum,” I said as she rocked her hips against me.
“Hehe, yeah?” she giggled between heavy breaths.
“If you do, we’ll have to stop for a bit though. You’ll need to decide.”
We’d already been at it for over an hour, plenty of foreplay, oral, and lots of intercourse, she was saying she was sore from the morning still, so we lube up part way through even though she was already plenty wet.
“Mmmm, I don’t want to stop, but I want your cum.”
“You want me to cum in your little cunt?”
“I want to go balls deep and fill my little cunt with your cum.”
She barely managed to squeak as I groaned and came hard in her as she dug her nails into my back.

“This is where we have to sleep, you made a big mess.” Sierra complained, I could see cum dripping out of her between her thighs onto the bed sheets.
“We’ll live. We can go clean you up, you know.”
“I know, in a bit…”
I could tell Sierra was getting tired, I looked at my phone and it was after 2:30 am. I was surprisingly wired. I rubbed her back and she rolled onto her stomach so I could massage her. After getting hard again, she lifted her ass and I began to take her from behind. She was starting to get a little loopy, perhaps from the weed or perhaps from exhaustion. As we got towards the end she got very ticklish till we had to stop at which point she rolled over and passed out, sprawled lengthwise across the width of the bed on top of the covers, both of us sweaty from the heater still running. She still responded to what I would say but she was clearly gone from the world.
“No, leave the heater on.”
“Ok, don’t you want to get under the sheets.”
“No, YOLO.”
“What does that have to do with only living once?”
“YO…LO…”
With some difficulty, I managed to roll her to one side of the bed, but she refused to get under the covers, so I finally slipped beneath them myself and went out, setting my alarm for six so we could potentially get some more fun in before work. A few times throughout the morning, we alternated between cuddling and her sprawling out in some weird position. I tried to get her going by kissing her, squeezing her breasts, rubbing her thighs and stomach, and finally her clit while spreading her wet labia. She was perfectly malleable like some horny doll, she would respond to me, but completely in her sleep. I didn’t want to get to the point of penetrating a sleeping girl, so I would wait then try again an hour later. Around 4 am I managed to coax her under the sheets since she was clearly shivering, but by 6:30 I gave up and decided to get up and get dressed in the T-shirt and jeans I’d worn the night before.
“Sierra, I’m going to get us breakfast. What would you like?” I asked kneeling by her side.
“Hmph,” is all she would say.
Finally, I got up and slipped out of the room.

I found her in exactly the same position as I returned from Jack in the Box with a breakfast sandwich, a combo platter, and coffee. I knelt by her again and kissed her, this time she grabbed me with surprising strength and hoisted me over her into bed.
“What are you doing dressed” she asked after relinquishing my lips.
“I went and got breakfast. Remember?” I laughed.
She didn’t respond, I think she may have been half asleep, instead she pulled off my clothes and the warmth of her body enveloped me.

“Hmmm, we should get some breakfast,” she said as we laid there spent once again.
“Haha, don’t you remember anything, I have Jack in the Box here,” I gestured to the table next to the ancient CRT TV where the now-cold breakfast and coffee sat.
“No way?! You left and came back?”
“You don’t listen very well do you?”
“Never ever go to Jack in the Box, no any place without asking me what I want!”
“I did, you didn’t respond.”

She had scarfed down all four slices of bacon before I had finished changing for work.
“Some moron scheduled an 8:30 meeting, but should be fast, then I’ll be back, leave me a little something, would ya,” I said, frowning at my phone.
“You’ll be back? Mmmm, yes! We don’t have to be out of here till 11 am.”
“I wish we had more time, I was hoping we’d have gotten more in last night, but you were really out. I thought about waking you up with my dick.”
“Oh why didn’t you?!”
“Because I tried once with my wife and it really pissed her off to the point she accused me of rape, so I didn’t want to try it without asking you.”
“Mmm, you should have fucked me awake.”

I got into work late, since I couldn’t seem to keep Sierra’s hands off me (and vice versa). Got to the meeting, got out at 9 and headed back to the hotel just a few streets down. Sierra opened the door to my knock, wearing only my faded old grey concert t-shirt from the previous night. I closed the door and she leaned against the wall gazing at me with a sexy smirk, her naked thighs peaking below the shirt and legs descending to the floor (the image is burned into my brain, easily the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life).
“Your shirt has boob holders,” she said squeezing her boobs and pointed to the printed flourishes that aligned with the bottom and sides of her breasts.
“Nice, the shirt was meant for you.” I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in for a kiss, feeling her soft tongue against mine before throwing her onto the bed and climbing atop her. She grabbed my shirt and unbuttoned it down to my pants.
“Why do you always have to wear a belt,” she said mildly frustrated as she struggled with my pants as I removed my my shirt and pulled off my shoes.
“For safety, to help keep me away from twenty year old vaginas.”
“Why, what are you afraid of happening?”
“Accidents.” I said as I entered her.
“Think your wife will believe it if you tell her it was an accident? That you accidentally drove miles into town, got a motel room, and then fucked and cummed in a girl multiple times all accidentally.”
“Worth a shot.”
“I bet she wouldn’t believe you if you told her the truth, ‘honey, there is this 20 year old co-ed that just wants to open her legs for me all the time.’”
“I could send her a picture,” I said looking down at her, it was a beautiful picture: me on top, up to my balls inside her, my hands gripping her hips as she looks at me with her beautiful young eyes.
I pull my shirt over her head, bathing her boobs in the morning sun coming through the curtains.
“Even better now.”
She giggled and pulled me in to kiss me and grind her hips against me.
“So, why are you still doing it? If you know it is wrong to be fucking me?”
“Dunno, probably because I’m already here, may as well make it worth it.”
With the bed shaking, I came in her again and she darted off the to bathroom. I heard the shower going as my phone rang. Sure enough, it was my wife, I quickly pulled on pants and a shirt and stepped out of the room, unfortunately forgetting the room key.

She called to complain about how her trip was going (not that there was a thing I could do about it, but I understand she needed to vent). I finally got off the phone with her and came back to the locked room with the maid working a couple rooms over as I pounded on the door a few times hoping Sierra would hear me back in the shower. After about 10 minutes she did, with a towel wrapped around her. It was 20 minutes to 11 am. I can’t resist a naked girl in a towel, so we kissed for a bit.
“No, you aren’t going to get me dirty again, are you?”
“Seems I can’t help it.”
Once again things got going.
“Now that your wife is coming back, how will we be able to meet?”
“Not sure, I’ll only be able to during work hours.”
“Guess we could meet in a public restroom?” She giggled.
“Or the car.” I said.
But at 11 am we realized we need to get going or I’ll be stuck paying another night. Hopping in and out of the shower rapidly and gathering our things, we returned the room key and drove off. I dropped her off and before I could lean over and give her a kiss she was out of the car.
“Fuck me in the bathroom sometime,” she smiled putting on her sunglasses and closing the car door.

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11 thoughts on “You Only Live

    1. Haha, I don’t blame you. Anne is awesome. She’s a rare find, truly intelligent, fun, real, great in bed. I’m not sure honestly why I’m so enthralled with Sierra. I guess, applying reason to it is futile. Part of it may be superficial, Sierra is very beautiful. The other part of it is, undoubtedly, has roots in my past. Sierra reminds me of many girls I was friends with, that I was interested in, but never made any move on. Anne treats me better, no question, but I’m not in this to be treated nice, I want to hunt down and have what I never had before. Sierra is a challenge in many ways, but a welcome one. She may be annoying at times, childish, but she is also exciting, infectiously carefree, and I find it very attractive that she removes her mask and becomes like a different person in bed. It is a special privilege to witness that, and it makes me feel like we are sharing something special.

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    1. More than you know. I couldn’t have been happier with the choices I made with Sierra. I never say that, because I never make the right choices, nothing ever works out like this. That’s why I can’t understand it. I keep waiting for everything to go wrong, to have the universe give me a cosmic bitch slap for this and say, “haha, mate was only foolin'” (not sure why I imagine the universe is British) I guess we’ll see.

      I’ll take my high five for now and see where this all goes 😀

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      1. Maybe it’s because you are doing the opposite of what you usually do since you have nothing to lose?
        Or maybe cuz you are getting older?

        Who knows… who cares… just live it up for now. 🙂

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  1. Yeah I’m with Exit Strategist, I find Sierra super annoying. She’s like the worst parts of a manic pixie dream girl mashed together with every irritating vapid college girl stereotype. Anybody who says YOLO out loud without irony is just not someone I could play with. I can’t say I’m gutted that she’s dropped off the map…

    And I cringed every time I read about you cumming inside her! Dude! No! At least make sure she takes the morning after pill the next day if you’re going to do that. Maybe next time deliver it along with breakfast?

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    1. I love it that she annoys all you so much, there is something that just makes me laugh with glee hearing that for some inexplicable reason (I generally don’t delight in others’ annoyances). By all rights, she should have driven me insane with annoyance. Girls like her had before, but the difference being I’d never had sex with any of those girls. I wish someone could explain to me why I found all of these negative traits so alluring and endearing in Sierra, when I would find them abrasive and petulant in other girls. To be fair, she was pretty much unconscious when she was saying yolo.

      Believe me, regarding our unprotected, unrestrained romp, I cringed writing it a bit, I cringe more now reading it. While I’m sure we’d make a cute little brown bundle of joy, I’m hoping I don’t get any awkward call in about 6 months. I hope her IUD was working. Your comment reminds me of a post by one of my favorite blogger’s experiences: https://unbelregalo.wordpress.com/2017/01/11/a-telling-breakfast/

      It is infuriating reading her posts, I get insanely jealous of all these huge jerk man-children (I say that as one myself 😛) she screws. I’m gradually growing out of my teens in sexual maturity though so hopefully it will stop bothering me.

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          1. Ha! I’m like Jon Snow. I know nothing. Only what I’ve learned from my very limited experiences. But from those limited experiences I learned a helluva lot, so if my anecdotal knowledge learned from my long list of mistakes helps at all…….

            Then again I did just spend fifteen minutes trying to open a packet of cheese. So.

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