Like many people, due to the state of the economy, I’ve been trying to cut back. I’ve done this by trying to stay local to avoid huge cab fares, not going anywhere that will charge me a cover, and frequenting dive-ier bars. I know that if I go to the Rose Bar, I can find a guy to buy me drinks, but sometimes I’m just not in the mood.

So, last weekend, I went to the Playwright Pub with a girlfriend. We just wanted to grab a few beers close to home and see if there were any cute guys. Most of the guys there didn’t interest me at all. There were a lot of tourist types, which can be fun, but tonight, none of them were hot. After a little while though, I saw one guy I couldn’t stop stealing glances at. He was with a girl, but I couldn’t tell if she was his girlfriend. I decided to show him my interest, and if he wanted to, he could come up to me. Lo and behold, it only took him about five minutes to come over. My friend was already talking to a guy, so he came right up to me and started talking. The girl he was with disappeared.

After about an hour or so, my friend wanted to leave with her guy, so I suggested to mine that we head back to his place. I love seeing a guy’s face when I say these words! It’s like they feel like the luckiest person in the world to be going home with me. Definitely an ego boost;  it never gets old.

Next thing I know, we’re in the back of a cab, making out. I could tell he was really excited, he was putting his hands all over me and moaning into my mouth. After a while I had a vague thought that we had been in the cab for quite a while, but I was too busy with Tom to worry about it…

…But then I found out why we had been driving so long. We pulled up to a HUGE, beautiful house, that was obviously not on South Beach. Tom paid the fare and got out, but I was too stunned to move. He opened my door and pulled me out. We went to the front door and he fumbled with the keys, and once inside, I barely had a moment to feast my eyes upon the luxury that was Tom’s house, because he pulled me to him and resumed what we had started in the cab.

He started undressing me right there. He turned me around and leaned me against of one the columns that led all the way up to what seemed like a never-ending ceiling. Tom ran his hands up and down my body, kissing my neck and fondling my tits. I felt his hard cock on my ass, and I have to say I was liking what he had to offer. He turned me around, and I saw that he already had his shirt off and his pants down around his ankles. I got down on my knees and took a good look at his cock. It was around 7 inches, which is respectable for a white guy, but I’ve had bigger. Still, I wasn’t going to turn him away!

I took his cock into my mouth slowly, and he let out a groan. I wanted to be careful; I’ve been told I give awesome blow jobs and quite a few times guys have blown their load before even fucking me. If that happened tonight I was going to be pissed.

But Tom seemed pretty steady. I let him fuck my face for a few minutes, then I stood up, turned around, and bent over, leaning up against that column, exposing my pussy to him. He knew what I wanted. He started going crazy licking my clit and I had to tell him to slow the fuck down. That is one thing I absolutely hate, when a guy thinks your clit is just like any other part of you and can take any kind of treatment! Luckily, Tom didn’t mind taking direction and slowly slid his tongue up and down my clit. I had had enough. I needed to be fucked.

I told him to stand up and fuck me. He happily obliged, and when he slid his cock into my waiting pussy, I was glad that he wasn’t any bigger! He completely filled me up, and it felt so good. I let go and let Tom fuck me. He started stroking my clit while fucking me from behind, something that drives me wild. After a few minutes of this action and Tom whispering dirty things in my ear, I couldn’t hold back. I came all over his cock.

I’m not going to pretend that every guy I sleep with makes me come. We all know that this is highly unlikely! It’s not easy to make a woman come–trust me, I know. So when I find a guy who can do it, and cares about doing it, I know I will want to see him again. Plus, I thought Tom was really nice and cute.

I wanted to make him come badly, to give him the pleasure he’d given me. I stopped him mid thrust, spun around, and took his cock in my mouth again. This time, there was no holding back. I sucked like I’d never sucked before. Within a few minutes, I could tell he was ready. I let him come down my throat, something I reserve for only the worthiest of lays.

Afterward, he asked me to join him in the hot tub, which I gladly accepted. A few hours later, before I got in the cab he called for me, he asked for my number. I don’t think he’s done with me yet .

We hope you enjoyed the latest sex diary entry from our lovely friend, Angelina Squillaci, an office girl by day and a sex adventurer by night.  Ms. Squillaci updates her sex diary about once a week so check back often.

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