Oral Sex
I met her in a pub in New York's Greenwich Village...a pub called "Swifts" and a great place to snag the ocasional lonely Tower or British Airlines FA.

Anyway, I met her there. Absolutely pissed. She and I traded numbers and the hell began almost immediately.

She worked in entertainment, for a venue/troupe that is world famous...and she was a looker! Italian American...lithe, long dark hair, olive skin...damn near to perfect.

Her job had her going Upstate to Albany, NY to do a performance for the State Capital and I was asked to join her. She left a key for me at the hotel front desk, in an envelope with my name on it. This was going to be only our SECOND date.

So I leave Manhattan and scoot on up there, check into the hotel, get her spare room key and biff off to the show to watch her art.

Afterwards: pub, light dinner, back to hotel.

Nervousness (I really like this girl and didnt want to screw it all up!) and she slips into bed and after some frolicking about, she has removed her bra and panties and sexily dropped them on the floor by the bed...looking up and asking me "Are you coming to bed or what?" Her sneer of cold command should have been a warning.

I stripped fast as I could and swan dived into the bed...and the kissing began. It was good...though she bit my lower lip a tad much...things heated up...then it got weird: She told me, in her best impersonation of the dark lord Satan, to "BITE" her.

Like a dandy in a white suit eating buffalo wings, I nibbled on her neck a bit...right up until I felt her fingernails DIG into my back and that Satan voice return with the following words "BITE ME HARDER!"

Many of you know I am a graduate of a military college and a former US Marine...I am no shrinking violet. So I launched into her as if I was a pilgrim father on the first Thanksgiving dinner of venison and cornbread.

Ocasionally I would lift my head to take a look at the tracks of teeth marks I was leaving on her neck, shoulder, chest, back...admiring my work...she looked like the discards from a velociraptor picnic...and every time I bit her, she moaned with greater energy.

It was at about this time that I realized that her moans were pretty rhytmic and rapidly increasing. Shortly after this realization, she was 'done' and she pushed me up off her, causing me to lose my precarious balance (I was working on biting an area that was tough to get to from the Missionary Position) and I fell off the bed. It was then that I realized, that while she had just achieved the Big O, I was nowhere near that point because I was too worried about biting her effectively.

She rolled over and went to sleep. Fair enough.

The next day, I took my time driving home to NYC, parked my truck and headed into the apartment, checking my caller id, I had received 27 calls...in a little over 5 hours. ALL of them from the same phone number: Hers.

The next day? 25 attempted calls. One voicemail: as if she hadnt just called me over 50 times in less than 30 hours: "Hey Citadel! Just wanted to see what you were up to! Give me a call. I Love you!"

I had my home phone number changed within 4 days.
( Citadel Because the world needs less morons, Fri 17 Nov 2006, 20:43, Reply)