Diary of a horny university student

18.01.2016

After I realised I wanted more of M, I told the taxi where my student accommodation was and we were off.

There was the usual drunken flirting in the taxi. I got too confident at one point and told the taxi driver that 'it was our three year engagement' when in reality I had only known him for around twenty minutes, but whatever.

So we finally arrive at mine, M throws money at the taxi driver and we run to my flat, mainly because it was raining. As soon as we get into my room I lock the door and M throws me onto the bed and kisses me. I open my mouth to deepen the kiss and his tongue finds mine.

His hand starts to rub me, and his lips have moved onto my neck. He put one of his fingers inside of me and I let out a small moan. I can feel myself building so I close my eyes and my nails dig into his back. As I come down I realised I must have been in a daze because I'm now naked and so is he.

I look at him, his eyes are eager and I know what he wants. He wants to be inside me. And I want him to be inside me.

He slowly eases his dick inside of me, I didn't think it was that big, but it fills me up nicely. And he starts to go to work, his each thrust I start to match it with my hips, getting faster and harder with each minute passing.

I know he's close at this point, but I'm still building up, so I tell him to keep going as I'm so close. With that he start to rub me again while still fucking me. This finishes me completely, I let out a loud moan, I mean it could have be a scream for all I know, and I feel his finish inside of me and we both collapse on each other. Out of breath, and well and truly fucked.

It must have been about 04:00am at this point, but we're both lying there having a chat. Mostly about sex. I tell him about a guy I once had that liked to strangle me while we were fucking until I passed out, and I'm guessing that turned him on because I could feel his hard dick against my thigh.

I don't usually go on top, just because I hate the position, but there I am. Bouncing on his dick, I keep this up for a few minutes and then we swap so he's in top again.

As he's fucking me, he moans something I didn't quite understand so I just moan a little. The next thing I know his hands are around my neck, getting tighter. I try and fight it, just because I didn't want to pass out but it all got too much with the fucking and I was out cold.

I must have been out for a while because when I I finally came back around he wasn't fucking me and he actually looked scared, this made me laugh. I mean, don't do it if your not comfortable with it, I didn't ask him too!

But I explained how breathe play works and that seemed to have calmed him down a little.
I know I was tired at this point so we decided to go to bed for a few hours.

The next morning, after the obvious morning sex. I grabbed a shower, purely for the fact I had just been fucking a random guy all night and I felt disgusting with the hangover. We went to grab something to eat, I would have ate at the flat, but I wanted him gone in all honestly. Plus I didn't want the flat mates to see this, how awkward. After some food, I said my goodbyes and M asked if we were going to see each-other again, I'm pretty sure I said something cryptic just to avoid the question.

And that was the last time I saw M. Well actually no, that's a lie. He found me on Facebook and I'm now being pestered with messages. But that was the only time M would get to fuck me.

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