Me and Mr. Temper

I'm feeling very nice today because I got some action, finally. Let's just say it's been awhile. I hooked up with Mr. Temper, and as you can assume from my little term of endearment, he's about 99% passion and it's amazing. I figure that as long as I stay on his good side, by good side I mean dick, that I can just get off on his passion and not so much his temper/issues.

Let's get to the juicy part. God it feels good to say that again! I've known Mr. Temper for six months or so and was instantly attracted to him. He's 6'3'', around 200lbs, dark hair, bright green eyes, muscular, and tatted up. Oh, dear lord I never had a chance with this one. He has four tattoos, one running vertically that stretches from his rib cage to just about his hip bone. Another is on his chest right, the smallest one is on the inside of his wrist, and my favorite is on his back. The tat on his back is between his shoulder blades and is now marked with scratches from my nails :). There's nothing sexier than a muscular back, is there? He's not exactly gorgeous or hot, but he's ridiculously appealing to me.

He picked me up to go see a movie (The Dark Knight, amazing, go see it. Now.) and then we went for ice cream. Real cutesy, isn't it? My mind is never that innocent. He asked if I wanted to share a cone, and usually I would say no, I mean I am female and it is ice cream, but I said okay. I'm not gonna lie, it was pretty hot sharing an ice cream cone with him. I was constantly zeroing in on his tongue as he flicked it to scoop up some ice cream. I admit it, I was immediately wet and I think he knew it. It's not often that a guy can put me in a trance like that, but fuck, I liked it.

We got in his truck, still with the ice cream, and he started driving around town as we each tried to eat our ice cream as seductively as possible. And it is possible. He was trying to make a turn and lick the ice cream cone at the same time and ended up dropping some ice cream on his seat (I'm thinking that he had that planned now). We were both laughing hysterically as he pulled over into a semi-empty parking lot. I told him that it wasn't fair he got the last lick with all the suggestion and seduction that I could muster hahahha. It's not the most original line, but it worked. He smirked (smirks are fucking hot as helllllll...) and leaned in for the kiss. Thank fucking God I need action like it's nobody's business!! My pussy was twitching just at the anticipation that maybe it would be getting some attention tonight. Mr. Temper is an amazing kisser, I was getting so wet that I could faintly smell my pussy and I hoped he did, too. I took his hand and slid it down so that he could feel how wet I was. When he realized it, his eyes popped open and his mouth dropped a little. Yeah, you're my bitch now, aren't you? I totally knew I had him now. I'm pretty sure I heard him mutter a little "Jesus Christ" right then. Now I was smirking. He started biting my neck a little bit, which is fine as long as it's not a hickey. I really don't like having to come home and try to hide it from my parents, it's a little awkward.

Anyway, we tried to maneuver around in his truck comfortably, but it wasn't really happening. I was getting frustrated and, more importantly, my pussy was getting frustrated and when that happens I can get pretty testy. He asked if I wanted to go back to his place and I said hell yeah. On the ride to his house I moved closer to him and started to rub his crotch through his jeans. Sure, it's a little dangerous, but I happen to love seeing a guy fight for control. Mr. Temper gripped the wheel and muttered out a few "Fuck..fuck..fucccccck..s" before we pulled into the driveway. Mr. Temper led the way to his bedroom and shut the door before his dog could follow us in, which I appreciated because I think of my dogs as little humans, so it would have weirded m out to have his dog in there. We started kissing and fumbling around his dark room until the back of my knees hit his bed and I fell backward. I laughed and told him that I meant to do that... Yeah, I'm real smooth like that, don't worry. Being a clutz never fails me. He kind of awkwardly pulled my boobs out of my shirt. I was wearing a camisole, so he just kind of took them out of the shelfing...but whatever works. The tongue that I had been put in a trance over slid over my nipples as I ran my fingers through his hair and tried to position myself so that he could put more of his weight on the bed. (Jeez, there's a real lot of unsexy things that need to happen before sex, isn't there?) I get bored of nipple action pretty easily, so I finagled my way on top of him so that I could get to the good stuff. I ripped his shirt off in about .2 seconds. When I saw the tattoos I let out a little sigh just because it was too perfect. I ran my fingers over them and down his stomach to his belt buckle. I undid the belt and the jeans and slid off the boxers in less than 5 seconds, I think. I'm a getting naked machine. He was pretty hard already thanks to my car show so I stroked it a little more while I nibble on his neck. I nibbled, sucked, and licked my way down his stomach. I finally got to his dick and was pretty impressed. I flicked my tongue over the head of his cock and looked up at him as I started going down on him. His eyes rolled back and closed and I smiled a little to myself. I love giving head, so we kept going at it for awhile. He freaked out a little when I started to mess around with his balls, but he got used to it. I guess he never had his balls played with before or he has some really sensitive ones. I sort of let him guide me with how far he'd let me go with his balls, and he gave a few loud, throaty "Oh fucks" so I knew he liked it.

He pulled me up and we kissed again as he started to take my pants off and complimented my undies. I was wearing lacy boyshort looking ones, just in case I was getting some action tonight, and lucky enough I did. I felt my wetness on his hand as he slid it up my stomach to my boobs. He started to tongue my clit and I kept seeing the image of him eating the ice cream as I closed my eyes. I gotta remember to watch how a man eats an ice cream cone. He kept going at my clit and I told him to finger me. He seemed a little surprised when I told him that, but most guys my age are like that the first time they hear me command them or talk dirty in the sack. I'm just educating them, I should really be commended for my public services.. He knew enough to curve his fingers in me to stroke my g-spot, so kudos to him. I pulled his hair and told him to fuck me now and he obeyed. Somehow he managed to get the condom on and still finger me at the same time, or enough so that I didn't really notice when he stopped, if he did stop. He went in painfully slow. I grabbed his arm and told him to go harder, to really pound me. He got a glazed over look in his eyes as he started to pump harder. Oh, Mr. Temper is a good fuck. I think I said that aloud at one point, but I can hardly ever remember my pillow talk. We switched positions so he was nailing me from behind, which I love. I told him to pull my hair really hard as he fucked me and he wrapped it around his hand and jerked it back. When I moaned loudly he pounded harder, he obviously knew my signals. We came together, which is rare for me, so I really enjoyed it. I loved feeling his dick pulse in me. I'm not one to stick around after a session like that, so after we lay there a little while, I asked him for a lift home. I crawled into bed very satisfied and anticipating more to come.