The art of a seduction…

She let me fuck her but when I asked to taste her pussy, she said no. She said she gets too sensitive and would end up kicking me in the head. I think she was surprised how hard I made her cum. I can still feel her nails dig into my back and remember how her moans quickened until she came. I fucked her twice that night.

I think we only fucked one other time after that, but we stayed friends a very long time. We would dance around the idea of fucking again over the years, although never did. She was genuinely hurt when I suggested it would never happen again.

She had been quick to say at one time she couldn’t make herself cum and needed strange fingers between her legs. Years later, she mentioned the toy I had gotten her as part of the seduction, and she told me she used it regularly when she couldn’t seduce a man’s fingers or cock to do the job. She said it was still in a drawer somewhere. We would talk like this when we saw each other; openly familiar and sexually charged just waiting for the other to say yes.

I haven’t seen her in a while, and I suspect our seduction has finally come to an end. The realization there is no possibility of fucking one last time has let us drift.

I still wonder how her pussy would taste. I may just have to ask her the next time.