Ember_on_ice
Really Experienced
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- Mar 19, 2012
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One time when I was hanging out with a guy friend at a Goth bar, my friend ran into a man he knew and the two of them stood there chatting for a bit, ignoring me. Since the well-fed redhead look that I have going for me generally was pretty popular in that venue, I was sort of steamed at being ignored by two hot men standing right next to me, so I was sulking into my vodka-tonic when my friend wandered off to the dance floor, leaving me with his buddy, who hadn't even introduced himself.
He turned to me, looked straight into my eyes and asked, "Are you a real redhead?"
This fairly common line didn't do it for me, but when I said "Yes," his next question was, "May I kiss you?" Absolutely out of the blue, a bolt of heat ran through me, so a small smile curved my lips and I said, "Yes," with the exact inflection I'd used before. This man's skin was a sweet shade of medium brown, and his eyes were grey, which is a deadly combination. His lips were soft and full as he pulled me into his body and gently pressed his mouth down on mine. His tongue just barely grazed my lips and then he pulled back and held my gaze with his eyes. Then he asked my name.
Later that evening, I ended up in the parking lot, on my knees in front of him. I sucked him until he was almost ready to cum, then he bent me over and tried to take my cunt, but there was tamponic interference, so he fucked me in the ass instead. Even with the tampon in I made enough juice to lube him up so he could slide right into my tiny brown hole. It was one of the most intense orgasms I've had.
Then I found out that the fucker was married, so I didn't see him again, but I still think about that night and wonder if he ever got the divorce he said was in the works. I recently found him on facebook and he is really single now. I wonder if he still remembers me...it was about ten years ago. What do y'all think - would he remember?
He turned to me, looked straight into my eyes and asked, "Are you a real redhead?"
This fairly common line didn't do it for me, but when I said "Yes," his next question was, "May I kiss you?" Absolutely out of the blue, a bolt of heat ran through me, so a small smile curved my lips and I said, "Yes," with the exact inflection I'd used before. This man's skin was a sweet shade of medium brown, and his eyes were grey, which is a deadly combination. His lips were soft and full as he pulled me into his body and gently pressed his mouth down on mine. His tongue just barely grazed my lips and then he pulled back and held my gaze with his eyes. Then he asked my name.
Later that evening, I ended up in the parking lot, on my knees in front of him. I sucked him until he was almost ready to cum, then he bent me over and tried to take my cunt, but there was tamponic interference, so he fucked me in the ass instead. Even with the tampon in I made enough juice to lube him up so he could slide right into my tiny brown hole. It was one of the most intense orgasms I've had.
Then I found out that the fucker was married, so I didn't see him again, but I still think about that night and wonder if he ever got the divorce he said was in the works. I recently found him on facebook and he is really single now. I wonder if he still remembers me...it was about ten years ago. What do y'all think - would he remember?
