Partying With Bear &How Much Colds Suck.

I particularly love being at parties with Bear. He gets really emotional when he’s drunk..He cornered me in the kitchen, I sat on a worksurface and he crept between my legs, started telling me sad things about his childhood, I told him sad things about mine, then he moved on to my insecurities about us..Held both my hands and kept saying ‘Look at me.’ He said ‘You’re the one, you really are.’ He said, ‘I love you.’ I wish he wouldn’t, kinda, because I don’t want him to say it, and not mean it. I said it’s so weird for me that I liked him in highschool in ages, and now we’re together, it feels like I don’t deserve it. He said he feels the other way around.
I said, I’m not used to him being nice to me for such a long period of time, can’t he do it all the time? I’m his girlfriend. He cracked a smile ‘I know you are. It’s lovely. You’re like my trophy.’ I think that was meant in a good way, though. A girl I hated was at the party and he stayed by my side, even if the row I had with her was emo nonsense, he listened and totally understood.
Anyway, the sexual stuff. At parties, its getting me to chew the chocolate off a coconut sweet for him, getting me to get him a beer (even if the bag was RIGHT next to him) and open it for him, little things like that that put me in my place.
I was getting dressed for bed, took off my top and he suddenly came down on top of me, licking my nipples.
‘It’s cold!’
‘I’ll warm you up-with my cock, my tongue, whatever.’
So he licked my torso for a good while, then stood up to strip. He usually wears quite loose boxers, but these were new ones he’d received for Christmas, and they were TIGHT. He had this delicious bulge. When he pulled them off he had this HUGE erection-there are different types, aren’t they? Sometimes he’s REALLY turned on and his cock is even bigger than it is normally. This was one of those occasions. I was lay on the bed and he came over, stood up, and pushed his erection in my face. I’d asked for (and received) a phone memory card for Christmas, with the intention of filming our ‘antics’ and watching them back, so I filmed the blowjob I gave him.
God it looked good, I think that’s how I’m SUPPOSED to look, with His cock in my mouth. The hottest part of it was seeing his huge hand on the back of my head, pushing his dick to the back of my throat, choking me. I adore when he does that, his power turns me on so much. And then I looked up at him. I know he loves that.
I also enjoyed the glitter of my lipring underneath his cock.
Lying down-‘Get on it, you fucking wet bitch.’
God, as I mentioned, it’d been a while since he called me names, and I totally ate it up. Just hearing him-Slut, Bitch, Whore, it was just making me come automatically, like second nature.
‘Lick it up.’ He likes to get me to lick up my cunt juice as a form of humiliation, he knows I hate the taste, it has quite a bitter edge to it, unlike the delicious taste of him. When I’d licked it up, I said, ‘It’s gone.’ Ugh, why didn’t I say Master? I have such trouble with the word, its always on the tip of my tongue but I always, always chicken out, except on texts.
I generally rode him until he came, then he was hard again almost straightaway, which is unusual for him, but becoming more common. Nudging me. I started to lick his nipples and bite his ribcage. He was groaning.
‘Do whatever you want with me.’
Ugh. I don’t like when he does this, he KNOWS I only get off on doing what HE wants. Whatever, I only knew I wanted to get fucked. So he stood up, I lay down, my legs on his shoulders, whilst he ploughed into me. He was hitting something amazing in my cunt, I don’t know what it was-not my gspot but amazing. I don’t really talk during sex, but his fucking elicited a ‘oh my God oh my GOD please don’t stop, fuck me as hard as you can’..He’d wanted to come ON me, but I felt him gush into my cunt as I came.
The next day. Now I have a cold, so I’m sucking at blowjobs right now (apart from the one I filmed) because I can’t breathe through my nose. Now I know I should ignore it and just dedicate myself to pleasing him, but not being able to breathe kinda panics me. (He also asked me to ride him like, reverse cowgirl which I said no to..I felt guilty later, I don’t like to say no to Him) but I got him hard with my mouth anyway, dying to keep sucking it but not being able, so I began to stroke him..His moans actually make me plenty wet and plenty excited. I said, ‘How do you want to come?’ He wanted to come on my tits, so he knelt over me, palms flat against the wall, looking down on me whilst I stroked him. God, he looks so effortlessly model-esque when he’s enjoying himself, leaning his cheek against his bicep, his lips parted, all this angelsong coming out..I was fucking SOAKING my pyjama bottoms but I wanted him to come how he wanted. Held back the temptation to beg him to fuck me. I also wanted to film this incredible vocalization but I thought it’d put him off. I kept getting him close then switching hands. Out of frustration after a while, he tugged it from me and spurted across my chest..I love the sensation of it spraying out, hot and wet, high as my neck and hair, all over my chest. He apparently likes the idea of me rubbing it into my skin, but he didn’t tell me this until later.
About half an hour later, I was nibbling his nipples-they were both hard with the coldness of the room, and I reached down to his semi-hard dick. Stroked it until it was hard. Asked him to fuck me from behind.
He’s very animalistic when he does this, pulls right out then slams back again. Always makes me come several times before he does.‘Love’ is such a small word for the feeling.