Fly me to the Moon

He flew on a plane to meet me. 

Now, you don’t get that every day. Honestly, even H was impressed, and I won’t deny I was swept off my feet. H didn’t let up with the Maverick jokes, and that story will be told later but as of now, the sex was totally worth the roasting.

Flowers and vines. From the base of his waist, rising up, growing, and spreading across his shoulders to his right arm and down his wrist.

“I’m going to check every bit of you,” I told him. “Turn over.”

“Okay.” He smiled. “Take your time.”

“Oh, I will…now turn,” I ordered. 

I stared at the tats on his back. They were exactly what I’d imagined the flowers and leaves painted on Yeong-hye in The Vegetarian by Han Kang, would look like. 

My fingers trailed his art and he sucked in hard. I started with his neck and licked, kissing his nape as my soft long black curls tickled him as I followed his neck down to his strong shoulders, kissing and smelling the scent of him. Smiling again and again when he breathed in hard because my large breasts were pressing his back followed by my kisses and hair. 

Slowly, I went down — his spine, his waist, my fingers running gently on his skin.

“Like it?” My voice dropped but not too low so he could feel my breath. Soft and sexy, and a touch of mommy voice. 

“Tell me I’m a good boy,” He groaned.

“Not yet,” I replied. “First, I need to touch you…stay…don’t move.”

My cold hands massaged his ass and he shuddered as my lips passed his mountains and then went further down as my hair tickled him more. My lips left a trail of wetness after my breasts grabbed his calf. 

“Like the booby leg fuck?” I laughed. 

“I like all your touch…” He smiled as I placed my last kiss on his ankle. 

“Turn around,” I ordered. 

He flipped and I stared at his protruding cock —  hard and long, a control stick waiting to be handled. But I choose not to. I trapped him with my legs, my butt in the air, naked body inches above his, not touching, except my lips, hair, and hanging breasts, teasing him as I started by trek up and down again. 

When I reached his lips, I kissed him long, our tongues dancing as he sucked my bottom lip. He reached for my hair. 

“No…don’t touch me…” I grinned.

His hand dropped to his side. He closed his eyes when I reached a nipple. Taking his small bud in my mouth, I licked and sucked and then bit him. He groaned loudly, and I circled each nipple and let my boobs and nipples rub his. 

I could tell he couldn’t hold more. My mouth went for his belly button and then dived into his flagpole.

“No!” He grabbed my head and hair and rammed my mouth into his long cock. Choking me and deep driving my soft wet mouth into the dick base and to his balls.

“You’re such a bad tease! Mommy!”  He groaned, grabbed my arms and waist, and flipped me over. 

“You’re a bad boy…” Tears ran down my face.

He grabbed a pillow and plopped me on top of it. “Straighten your legs,” And the moment I did that, he entered me roughly. Pushing his cock to the end of my juicy vagina. Hitting the ceiling of it till I cried out in pain. 

“Are you okay?” He asked worriedly. 

“I’m fine,” I replied. “Pain and pleasure…”

His hand reached over and clamped my mouth. “Good, I’m gonna fuck you real hard till you keep cumming.”

And I did. Over and over, he punished me. Making me wet and squirting and entering me again and again as the sounds of my water and his pounding echoed the room with my loud moans, and screams. We didn’t care. Let the world hotel hear our frantic sex. In fact, let the skies hear how we soared together, ecstasy. 

Mindless fucking. Constant explosion. Reaching for that ultimate bang.

That was what I told him I wanted when we first matched on the dating app. He was open about sex and asked if we could trade pics. He was that Korean American guy with that mischievous smile, and I was a newly broken MILF Cougar.

And a year and a half later, we were still sending bait pics — his long dick and my big breasts, and not yet met. We tried meeting up twice and both times were cancelled. Once he was sick and another he wasn’t in the same city.

What went around cum around. And just when I gave up on him and he took me off his insta follows, I saw him again on Hinge early this year. I figured what the heck, it had been almost a year since we last chatted, that I’d say hi. 

He was happy to chat, and we went right back to baiting each other. He was different now. Having grown some more mentality in that time we stopped talking because he was pursuing his love of flying. And he wasn’t bi as I thought and he actually liked women a lot. He was worried to get STDs and I was too. Funny that we both thought each other was unsafe. 

And then we met. 

It was explosive. Hot sex for two hours straight. He kept pounding me, and I kept cumming. He kept cumming, and wouldn’t let go. We were dogs in heat.

“I love having my dick in your pussy,” He said as we spooned in bed. Him hugging from behind, his cock stuck in me. He cummed again, a total of four in our stop-and-go sex. He recovered in ten minutes or less — a horny’s girl’s best toy.

Unlike many guys, he didn’t shrink when I pulled out my leash, and collar. He wore one before. Taken pics of his collar to show me. 

We were both perverts. Matched in ways as he switched between master and boy with a flick of the tongue. 

He wasn’t my young degrader but he was definitely a keeper. But with all things that were good, we knew this wasn’t going to last. Time was clicking and in a few months soon he’d be enlisting in the Air Force and gone for good.

We should cherish this. 

Something was stirring in me. He was the first of my circling back. The guys whom I’d spoken to initially that I didn’t meet. The me when I first started, finding a match to my freak.

We perverts unite.

Yes, the recent last year I met younger guys but few were perverts. Could it be I couldn’t get off with vanilla sex? Or was I compromising because I couldn’t get the fishes I wanted?

Perhaps it was fate telling me I needed to cherish the time I had. 

I should meet them. The ones that got away. I wanted to meet them. 

It wasn’t often that a “friendship” could last beyond a year these days, and even though we chatted on and off, we were kind of friends. 

Two handfuls of people. About ten to check in, to fuck with. Two years is a long time to wait. This book is coming out. We are closing the loop. 

Maybe this time, I could get my wish. Bucket wish, explosive wish. 

That big orgasmic bang. Euphoria.

Let’s do this. Yolo to the max.

Let’s go guys. It’s time to bang.