It's been a long time since I posted here. I'll come up with a story later today to put up here.
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We continued playing on weekends. We would lock ourselves in my apartment for the entire two days we were together and spend it in various states of undress, talking, having different kinds of sex, slow methodical love making, or desire to fuck each other's brains out. Usually the first few times would be driven by lust and then we'd back off to something more tender and caring. Some weekends we'd both be sore from the number of times we had to be together.

One weekend I went to visit her in her city. We spent the night there and we had very tired sex before we went to sleep. The next morning we woke up, had sex, then I realized there was an emergency back home and I had to get back and fix it. It was a long weekend and we planned to spend it together, so we got in my car and drove the hour back to my place. On the way back we talked about what we were going to do that weekend and we decided to go off to a different city together. We both love to travel and so that was a chance to get away.

We got back to my place, fixed the problem and decided that we had a little time for some recreational activities, so we hopped into bed had a quickie and got ready to go off to our next destination.

This was a longer drive, about 3 hours and we got there early evening. We decided to try out our new hotel bed and had a quicky before dinner. We went out for dinner, had a little fun on the town and went back to bed - made love once more, then passed out exhausted.

That was quite the day - sex 4 times in 3 different beds in 3 different cities.
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We spent many weekends together being naked, watching movies, going out, visiting other cities and generally having fun. I missed her through the week and overdosed on her all weekend.

We were together almost every weekend. Every weekend we made love at least twice a day. We'd go to bed together in a hot befuddled mess, she would be dripping wet from my teasing and caressing. I would be spent and exhausted from marathon sex sessions. I couldn't get enough of her. I wanted her as much as I could have her. She would do something that would drive me over the edge and I had to have her.

I loved it when she'd wear one of my sweatshirts. It was way too big for her and would hang almost to her knees. It was even sexier when she'd wear nothing under it at all. I'd catch a peek of her ass just below the shirt line. If I caught that peek, I'd push her down onto the bed, couch, or whatever was the nearest surface.

I loved eating her pussy. Her clit would get so hard and her pussy would drench my face in seconds. Her clit was ver responsive to my tongue. It wasn't so sensitive that I couldn't touch it, it was perfect. I could make her come only using my tongue.

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this has been a great outlet for me. please let me know what you think of this. everything i'm writing here it true!
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We finished the movie and kept talking. We both lay on the floor staring at the ceiling. I reached over and pet her hair. We continued talking very late.

Around 1 or 2, we decided to go to sleep. I was planning on being a gentleman and having her sleep in my bed while I slept on the futon. I went into the bathroom to get ready for bed and when I came out she was already in my bed. She told me I didn't have to sleep on my couch, that she didn't mind if I slept in the bed with her.

Later, she would tell me that she didn't intend that moment to lead to sex, but she just wanted to share the bed with me. She was happy that stuff happened, but that wasn't her intent.

I hopped into bed, turned out the light and we talked for a little while longer. I decided that I was going to kiss her. I couldn't wait any longer. There was a very cute girl laying half dressed in my bed with me and I wasn't about to let that moment pass.

I leaned over and kissed her and happily, she kissed me back. It was a delicious kiss, her lips nibbled mine and her tongue swirled around mine.

I ran my hand up and down her side and she moved closer to me. She felt delicious against me. I was hard in an instant and she rolled on her side and kissed me deeper and more intensely.

I asked her "Does this mean I don't have to wear boxers while we sleep?", she giggled and said "Nope", then ran her hand down to my cock.

I love going down on a girl, and I have no problem doing it on the first night with someone. I lifted her shirt, kissed her hard nipples and ran my tongue down her belly, kissed her hips, thighs and evenatually my tongue found her wet pussy. She grabbed my head and pulled it towards her as I moved my tongue around teasing her hard clit.

I had enough. I had to have her. I pulled off my shirt and boxers and stroked my cock to make it harder, and slit it into her wet pussy.

She moaned as I entered her and I moved slowly in and out. I was all very delicious.

We finsihed and fell asleep in each other's arms soon after that. We woke the next morning and repeated much of the night before. She had a large orgasm that morning - her first together.
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I'm writing this almost from a view of reverence for the first time we were together. It seems like so long ago that we were together the first time. We met online as many people do these days.

We talked for almost a month before we ended up meeting in person. She lived about an hour away and we wanted to get together sooner, we just clicked instantly and we figured that we'd hit it off in person. We'd both met people online before, so we were prepared for the almost inevitable 3rd eye.

She came to my city, her schedule was lighter than mine since she was only working half days. We met in a local bookstore that was only a few minutes away from my apartment. I had made dinner reservations at a local restaurant and we had about an hour to meet, talk a bit, and, if we didn't scare each other off, drop her car at my place and head downtown for some dinner.

Funny how plans work out. It was snowing really hard that day. I had gotten a haircut on my lunch, so that I wasn't so hippy-ish. My short hair made my ears rather cold.

I went into the bookstore to meet her. I saw her sitting in the corner with a magazine and a drink. I instantly recognized her from her pictures and she just looked like the person I had been talking to nearly nightly for the past month. I was nervous, so was she. We talked for a few minutes. It snowed harder. We agreed to go back to my place - I'd show her around, then we'd go off for dinner.

The snow kept coming. It took us almost 15 minutes to get to my apartment from the store. It's usually a 5 minute drive at the most. I showed her around my apartment, she met my cats and we had a drink. We waited a half hour or so, then decided we were hungry and were going to go for dinner.

The snow had piled against the door and it was snowing harder than ever. There was no way we were going for dinner.

We decided to cut our losses with dinner, order a pizza and watch a movie. We were pretty comfortable with each other by that point. There were no surprises from my point of view and she seemed receptive to me.

We ordered a pizza, put on some comfy clothes (her idea) and laid in front of the TV.

We didn't end up watching much of the movie - we talked through most of it. The pizza came, we ate and talked some more.

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This post is getting a little long and I have some work to do, so I'll take a break and try to finish it a little later.
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