Icing My Pussy – cos some sex is like that

This time last year I was feeling pretty annoyed by circumstances with two boys.

One was spectacular in bed and also made me roll on the floor, cackling with hysterical laughter. He also loved the snoozes after sex which meant I usually got it twice. But he ended it abruptly; said it was time we stopped messing before one of us got hurt? Excuse me?

I wasn’t at all sure what that meant but I was fucked off. (He was really fucking good)

 

The other one had been pursuing me relentlessly for a couple of weeks. Or whatever the term is for just slightly less than relentlessly. But as soon as he had me he went back to his ex. Which is fine I wasn’t that attached. But my god was I monumentally annoyed that he dragged me out to meet him on the wettest day of the year only to take 3 fucking hours to reveal that he was going back to said ex. All in the name of assuaging his guilt and so he could still call himself a ‘good guy’ because he ended it face to face. Really dude you could have spared both of us, a text really would have sufficed. And he didn’t even pay for the dinner that cost all of about €6. And this was on top of insinuating a few days previously that I had an STI (it was a spot) What a catch.

So it was a great start to the year all in all.

Neither of them are bad people though and I don’t wish either of them any ill will. But if I had my choice to sleep with one of them again it would be the first, the last time we had sex was fantastic. I hadn’t seen him in about 2 weeks (maybe less) I’d gone home for Christmas and he had been Snapchatting me lovely little 10 second clips of his cock. I could not wait to get back to Dublin. We devoured each other the second he was in the door, which was early in the morning. I suspect he may have had no sleep, he’d just come back from a wedding? By the afternoon he had pounded me so hard I am aching and swollen. We are lying in my bed sweat all over us, me in the crook of his arm – he always insisted, as soon as we finished whatever debauchery that made us come and fall back onto the bed, he would motion me to curl into him, straight away no matter how hot, warm and sticky we were. He never took no for an answer. I had some of the best snoozes of my life with him, drifting off, utterly blissful. Probably helped that he always made me come.

On this occasion, the last though I didn’t know it, he had pulled me into him and was drifting off. I had warned him on the ride previous that my pussy had taken a right battering and I might need to ice it, and now after this one? I really did. As the euphoria of the orgasm wore off I was acutely aware that I had indeed pushed my holiest of holies a bit too far. I scooched over him and tipped down stairs to get ice. Initially I intended just to ice it a bit and then come back up but it felt so good and seeing as we were snoozing anyway, I brought the ice with me.

He was half asleep as I went to crawl back over him. Sleepily he says in a half whisper ‘Where have you been?’ ‘I told you! I needed to get ice for my pussy!’ I’m not sure this registers. As I swing my second leg over I can’t resist kissing his cock just a little bit. But before I can move on he’s hard and he makes a noise I can’t resist – he wants my mouth on him. I’m never one to ignore a cock that wants my mouth like that. (He actually finished nearly every time in my mouth, he’d make me come, then we’d fuck, where he’d make me come while he was in me and then he’d whip the condom off and get me to finish him with my mouth. I adored him for it) So I start licking and sucking him, teasing really, not thinking I’m going to finish or make any serious job of it, I have a tea towel and ice in my hand pressed up against my pussy. After a minute or so he’s no longer asleep, he’s wide awake and watching me. ‘Babe, what are you doing, besides sucking my dick?!’ ‘I’m icing my pussy C, I told you…?’ And I put my mouth back around his cock ‘I didn’t actually think you were serious’ and he half laughs like he can’t believe I’m real. ‘Are you ok, did I hurt you?’ ‘I’m fine! It’s starting to get numb, it feels better already – actually … it feels a bit nice’. And without telling him I slip the ice cube into my mouth for a second, then put my mouth back on him. When he’s calmed down and I’ve gotten it back to normal temperature I stop and say ‘See! I told you it was nice’.

‘CHRIST Abbi! You’re trying to kill me. I love it’

It really was feeling so much better and weirdly I was getting off on it, the rubbing was getting me properly aroused. And he was even more aroused when I described it to him. Eventually he had enough and he swung me around and got his mouth on my lips and clit and the warmth felt so good. But he took the ice cube off me, put it in his mouth and absolutely got his own back on me.

He made me come like this, sucking me, getting my lips kind of warm then pulling the ice cube from the side of his mouth and making them cold again. Then alternating and pushing the smoothed cube up inside me. It’s actually shocking how long an ice cube will last. But it’s probably just long enough.

And after he made me come, he fucked me until I was in need of icing again. Which was the very last time.

 

So yes, I was very annoyed to have that taken away from me. But with the hindsight that is a full year…… maybe he was right. I was certainly getting attached to the sex if nothing else. I’m not sure who he thought was going to get hurt but maybe stopping when we did wasn’t the worst idea.

 

 

And here I am again, early January and I once again have had some great sex taken from me. I’m miserable and I want it badly. But ……. I just want it from him, I just want it from one boy. I like to convince myself that I am able to run around carefree but really, I get attached. Not easily but readily, or so it would seem.

New Year’s Resolutions aren’t usually for me but if I was to make one it would be to aim for a non-self-inflicted (non-sex-inflicted?) January of misery next year. I mean, Januarys are hard enough already.

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