Diary of a Kinky Librarian

Sometimes other people’s blog posts are timely. I just got back from a date where I had, within two hours, met the guy, had a drink, went back to his place for fucking and went home. And I come home to find that Sexie Sadie has written about owning the word slut over at Best Sex Bloggers. I am a woman who embraces her sluttiness. Why is it that a woman is a slut but a man is a stud? It took two people to make the beast with two backs this evening and he is clearly just as much a slut as I am.

Not that being a slut is a bad thing. Not at all. I wear my slut badge proudly. I like sex so why the fuck shouldn’t I have it if I feel like having it? Anyway, on to the story.

We met for drinks at a Mexican restaurant - margaritas in the afternoon with chips and salsa. My ad states that I’m looking for a friend with benefits, so there’s been no pretensions that this is dating in the traditional sense. We were going to meet last week but something came up, luckily the weather didn’t necessitate us rescheduling again. I was nervous - do you think I walk into all these situations with total confidence? I have a definite shy streak and it’s hard to make conversation with someone new. He’s read this blog so immediately he commented on how much he’s enjoyed reading it and how hard it made him. I’m not aggressive sexually, so it was lucky for me that he was (without being pushy or rude). He suggested going to his place, just a couple of blocks away. I thought about it for a bit, then decided that yes, I wanted to do this.

As usual I find it easier to get naked and fuck someone than to talk with them (after the fucking, the talking is usually easier). We made out in his living room for just a moment, then he took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom. We made out some more, with lots of groping. Then, he told me to take off my clothes. Um, yeah, I think he’s got my number already. I took my clothes off while he took his pants off. “Come over here and suck my cock.” Well, if you insist.

Have I ever mentioned here that I’m easy? I suppose it goes without saying.

Thanks to being trained by MasterDoc I’m pretty darn good at giving head these days, and was complimented on my skills. He reached over and stroked my clit as I sucked his cock. I got it really hard and tried to move things along. He asked if we could do anal, I asked if he had lube. Nope. No lube, no anal. He asked if he could spank me and I explained that no, MasterDoc is the only person allowed to spank me. We kissed a little then he straddled me, placing his cock between my breasts. I held them up to embrace his cock. He reached behind himself and played with my clit, making sure that I was enjoying it. I asked him to put fingers inside me and he asked how many (two). He told me that I could make as much noise as I wanted and I took this as an invitation to get noisy. Soon, I was coming.

After I came, he slid up further and got his cock into my mouth. I wasn’t sucking for long when he declared that he was going to come. I took it out and stroked it while he reached climax. He came all over my upper chest. He got me paper towels to wipe up and we lay in bed chatting for a bit. I was wondering if we were going to fuck - I was eager to fuck. Apparently he was thinking the same thing at the exact same moment because he suggested I get his cock hard again. Yay! Fucking!

I got him hard then he dug out a condom. We tried it from behind with me bending over his bed, but we couldn’t get the right angle. He had me get on my back and we fucked. I came again. After fucking, we lay in bed chatting - by this time I was more talkative. He got a phone call and I figured it was time to get going so I got my clothes on. He asked if I enjoyed myself and asked if we’d do it again. I said yes, I think we’re going to have fun together.

I got home about 2 hours after I had left and Davey was gobsmacked (my anglophilia is showing) when I told him that we had met and fucked in that period of time. MasterDoc called me a little later and he exclaimed, “What a slut!” when I told him about it. It’s all in good natured fun as Davey and MasterDoc both love the fact that I’m a slut. Hooray for sluts!