Ruby's Week
I'm so excited to have a guest blogger for this entry, my friend Ruby. She is so incredibly game and really knows how to enjoy her sexuality. Sometimes I'm even a little jealous of her ability to devote more of her time in an average week to the pursuit of cock than I can to tail.
In fact she was recently telling me about one of her weeks and I was so impressed I convinced her to write it down for me. So here you are, without further adieu, Ruby's week, in her own words:
The new year started off with a bang! Or perhaps it would be better said that it started off with my getting banged – a lot.
It went like this: Seven days, six dates, four men, three new fuck-buddies, two ass fucks, and an 8-inch cock. If all this had occurred a month earlier, I would have set it to music and expected a partridge in a pear tree as well!
Date number one was with Charles, a nice-looking man in the tech industry. We’d been flirting online since a couple days before Christmas, and our online chemistry was scalding. It began with quite a lot of not very subtle innuendo in our online messages, and in short order, it had progressed far enough that we agreed to skip the requisite coffee and the drinks step and meet at my house. He showed up on my doorstep at around 6 pm, and I greeted him in a black bra, stockings and heels, and a black bikini and garter. I think he was a little bit surprised to find me so naked, but he seemed delighted and took it all in stride. He was a wonderful kisser, and we quickly made our way to the bedroom where he shed his clothes, and I mine – except for the stockings. Nine hours and four condoms later, we finally surfaced, and all three of my orifices had been very nicely fucked. It was a great way to spend the first evening of the first day of the year.
Tuesday was my next scheduled date. Greg and I started chatting a couple of days before Charles and I, but there was very little banter between us and he was very straightforward in proposing a date to meet. His profile looked interesting though so I agreed to the date and we met for drinks. He was polished, handsome, tall, intelligent and confident, and our chemistry was great. I was quite impressed. Apparently he was as well, and he suggested a more intimate date the following evening. Luckily, while we were having drinks, my date for the next night postponed via text (which I surreptitiously checked when he went to the restroom), so I agreed. Wednesday evening we enjoyed a very cozy dinner on a rainy night. After dinner, I asked him if he wanted to come to my place for a bottle of wine and he did. The bottle never got opened. But for the second time in three days, a round-the-world tour ensued, and my mouth, pussy and ass were all very well used by the end of the evening. Anal sex is great fun, but I do believe that was the first time I’d had it twice in such a short amount of time with two different men. Apparently he found it all rather hot as well because we made arrangements to meet yet again on Saturday night. Our third date (my fifth for the week) was no less fun than the first two, and it also set a record for the most number of dates with one person in a week since I started dating 10 months ago.
Date number four for the week was Thursday evening and it was a very pleasant dinner with a man in the process of dissolving a 27-year marriage. He was smart and nice looking, and we had a very enjoyable conversation, but I suspect he would have been a bit shocked to learn how I'd spent a couple of my evenings earlier in the week.
Sunday evening I had yet another date. We’d met once before for lunch and found each other interesting, so we arranged a follow-up date. Our chemistry was not nearly as hot as my previous dates though, and I wasn’t quite sure that I wanted to get intimate with him, but after chatting over coffee I figured “what the heck” and invited him back my place to get naked. He wasn’t hard right away, and since I love to give blow jobs, I went down on him. He was perfectly ordinary in size in a flaccid state, but as I sucked on him, he kept growing and growing and growing – until he’d reached a nice long 8 inches! That wasn’t the only surprise in store for me, however. As he was fucking me from behind doggy style, I reached between my legs to play with his balls and discovered not one, not two, but THREE balls hanging between his legs.
It was a memorable way to end a fun first week of the year.