First Times
Friday night, after a long day and evening of running around at work in stilettos, Clown Momma picked me up for a night out. In the car with her was a very drunken Snowflake, a hot bisexual girl that I had a drunken hookup with a few weeks ago. (Don't worry. No awkward moments.) I had to do the usual amount of consoling about the hickey still on my neck that Bruh left last week, but Clown Momma seemed very happy to see me after I had gotten her over that. We proceeded to the strip club, accompanied by a nice fresh bottle of Southern Comfort, which happens to be my favorite food group.
Clown Momma looked smokin' hot. She was wearing this androgynous, Shane from the L Word-esque outfit, complete with hoop earrings, which for some reason I found to be a big turn on. (Then again, that may have been due to the fact that I swigged a good couple of shots of SoCo and we were surrounded by naked, gyrating women.) I was looking pretty hot myself- black lacy tank top, my favorite low-rise tan corduroys that hug and emphasize all the right places, and the aforementioned black stilettos. I was ready for some serious partying.
After a few hot hours of watching the strippers, socializing with the other people with us, and grinding on Clown Momma's very sexy lap, I whispered into her ear that I was definitely ready to leave. She definitely got my drift. We were out of that place before she even finished her beer.
We arrived at my place and I hopped into the shower to wash off the smells/feelings of work and smoke from the club. Unfortunately, as soon as I had gotten out of the shower and into my cute underwear, Snowflake called to say that she had left her keys in Clown Momma's car and couldn't get into her apartment. I went with Clown Momma to give them to her... in my underwear. Only the Sapphic Southern Belle would drive across town at 4AM in 40 degree weather in only her skivvies.
As soon as we got back, it was ON. Her hands in my hair, my hands on her hips, her teeth on my neck. (How do these girls know how much I love to be bitten? Or... do they not know, but just like to leave bruises on me as a branding system? Sheesh.) Her body is amazing and so is how incredibly soft her skin is. God, what a great lay. I thought she'd be a softer lover based on the way she kissed, but she was far more rough than I expected. And a marathon fucker at that! She's definitely a bottom by nature, but knows that I love an aggressive woman, so she was putting it on me hardcore. I let her flip me over into every position she wanted and threw in a few of my favorites as well. Mmm, a hair puller, a bossy hair puller. Nothing turns me on like someone making me behave. Especially since it happens so rarely.
Around 6:15AM, Shakesqueer called me to remind me that I was scheduled to do volunteer work at 7. I hadn't been to sleep yet, and was actually still in the middle of being fucked by Clown Momma. Needless to say, I didn't make it to the volunteer site.
I definitely enjoyed my all-nighter with Clown Momma, but unfortunately for both of us she was on her period. I really, really enjoy performing cunnilingus. However, I may be seeing her next week, so hopefully I'll have the opportunity then. But despite not being able to do what I do best, the fuckfest tided my appetite over until the next time.
One little detail that I'd rather not mention but feel that I should for the sake of honesty: I threw up a little on her car door. The inside of it. It was highly embarassing, especially as I was not even drunk yet. And she took care of me so well, thinking I was a sweet and innocent sick girl. Poor Clown Momma... she really has no idea what she's gotten into.
Love,
The Sapphic Southern Belle
Clown Momma looked smokin' hot. She was wearing this androgynous, Shane from the L Word-esque outfit, complete with hoop earrings, which for some reason I found to be a big turn on. (Then again, that may have been due to the fact that I swigged a good couple of shots of SoCo and we were surrounded by naked, gyrating women.) I was looking pretty hot myself- black lacy tank top, my favorite low-rise tan corduroys that hug and emphasize all the right places, and the aforementioned black stilettos. I was ready for some serious partying.
After a few hot hours of watching the strippers, socializing with the other people with us, and grinding on Clown Momma's very sexy lap, I whispered into her ear that I was definitely ready to leave. She definitely got my drift. We were out of that place before she even finished her beer.
We arrived at my place and I hopped into the shower to wash off the smells/feelings of work and smoke from the club. Unfortunately, as soon as I had gotten out of the shower and into my cute underwear, Snowflake called to say that she had left her keys in Clown Momma's car and couldn't get into her apartment. I went with Clown Momma to give them to her... in my underwear. Only the Sapphic Southern Belle would drive across town at 4AM in 40 degree weather in only her skivvies.
As soon as we got back, it was ON. Her hands in my hair, my hands on her hips, her teeth on my neck. (How do these girls know how much I love to be bitten? Or... do they not know, but just like to leave bruises on me as a branding system? Sheesh.) Her body is amazing and so is how incredibly soft her skin is. God, what a great lay. I thought she'd be a softer lover based on the way she kissed, but she was far more rough than I expected. And a marathon fucker at that! She's definitely a bottom by nature, but knows that I love an aggressive woman, so she was putting it on me hardcore. I let her flip me over into every position she wanted and threw in a few of my favorites as well. Mmm, a hair puller, a bossy hair puller. Nothing turns me on like someone making me behave. Especially since it happens so rarely.
Around 6:15AM, Shakesqueer called me to remind me that I was scheduled to do volunteer work at 7. I hadn't been to sleep yet, and was actually still in the middle of being fucked by Clown Momma. Needless to say, I didn't make it to the volunteer site.
I definitely enjoyed my all-nighter with Clown Momma, but unfortunately for both of us she was on her period. I really, really enjoy performing cunnilingus. However, I may be seeing her next week, so hopefully I'll have the opportunity then. But despite not being able to do what I do best, the fuckfest tided my appetite over until the next time.
One little detail that I'd rather not mention but feel that I should for the sake of honesty: I threw up a little on her car door. The inside of it. It was highly embarassing, especially as I was not even drunk yet. And she took care of me so well, thinking I was a sweet and innocent sick girl. Poor Clown Momma... she really has no idea what she's gotten into.
Love,
The Sapphic Southern Belle
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