It’s not merely titular. That’s how i began the new year — a thundering orgasm, self-administered.
By choice, I might add — my children are asleep in bed, and at nearly-forty-holy-FUCK-that’s-ridiculously-old years of age, i wasn’t really in the mood for mindless alcohol consumption and partying of a non-specific nature simply because 2008 became 2009.
Call me boring if you dare. I make my own way, and my own fun. Haven’t you read this blog at all, people?
I decided instead to reflect on what the past year had wrought, in particular the most recent part — less recent is pretty much all documented here. Kinda — and what the year ahead had to offer. Then, at the suggestion of a dear and very horny friend — I wanked myself into 2009.
And what a way to start the year it was.
2008 saw my first kiss with a woman, way back in April.
Christmas 2008 saw me develop that further into my first girl-girl fuck. It’s an odd way to celebrate Christmas, in particular because that’s precisely what I don’t usually do (celebrate Christmas, not fuck — i fuck quite a lot). But they did, apparently, if the gaily decorated Christmas tree was anything to go by.
And I made her come.
The first time my lips and tongue touched moist girlie flesh — and I made her writhe in ecstasy above my face.
While her husband fucked me until I gushed…
Kinda proud of that, I am. Heh.
It’s the most bizarre sensation — the absorption of the various simultaneous occurrences by my just-hanging-onto-reality-by-a-thread brain. Mouth: enjoying the taste and smell of a beautiful woman. Bazooms: being manipulated, manhandled and pinched by both his and her hands. Cunt being pounded by a long, thick (and need I say rampant?) cock.
Now i understand the meaning of the phrase sensory overload.
In describing the event to aforementioned dear-and-horny-friend the conversation went thusly:
Dear-and-horny-friend : how was your Christmas?
Sapphire: non-existent, darling — i’m a Jew.
Dear-and-horny-friend: Ah but c’mon you must have done something. rescue me here
Sapphire: Well, i had sex with a husband and wife who had a Christmas tree in their living room — how’s that?
Dear-and-horny-friend: Dang, you celebrated the season quite appropriately then.
Sapphire: Well, yes.
I have so much more to tell you about — the twenty minute blow-job, the girl-girl-guy kiss that became a girl-girl-cock kiss… but it’s after midnight and I am tired.
Happy New Year to all of you out there. May the best of 2008 be the worst of 2009.