I sat on the chair in Ryan’s hotel room staring at him. He was sprawled on the bed, thrusting his thick, throbbing cock at me.
“Come and get it,” he said. He was going to be my rebound guy less than a month after I last fucked Kyle.
I’ve known Ryan for a few months. Started flirting back with him when my relationship with Kyle was careening towards an unstoppable end.
Ryan was attending a conference in the city. And I’d felt courageous enough to meet him for dinner and was open to anything there after. I treated myself to a Brazilian wax. Went to the spa and had a mud bath and my skin felt like silk. I was pretty as a peach and fuckable as sin and thought that I was ready to take a new lover. But once in his room, I lost my courage. I've had rebound sex once or twice. It was never worth it. The relationships often fade away when I disappear without explanation, or they ended bitterly because I went into them emotionally corrupt to begin with.
Ryan lay naked and yummy. His cock looks delightful and I want to suck it. I wanted to prove to myself that I have moved on. But I couldn’t get out of the green chair.
“Come over here and let me eat your pussy,” he said.
I hesitated…for a moment. But the thought of him on his knees before me…I didn’t want to resist.
“Come over here,” I said, opening my legs and pulling aside the pink thong. I was dripping wet.
Ryan hopped off the bed and was on his knees before me in seconds. His lips are thick and they wrapped around my pussy hungrily. I moan and thrust myself at him, staring at him devouring my cunt, fucked by another man less than one month ago.
The thought excited me and also shook me. Excited me enough to lose myself in the expertise of his lips and erupt all over his face. But shook me enough to know that I was not ready to give myself to him. I didn’t love or want Kyle back. But he was still in my head. His scent. Touch, taste was still with me. I needed time. My mind needed time. My body, my heart, needed time to recover and heal. I was still stained with the old.
Ryan tried everything he could to get me into bed. And I acted shamefully, giving just enough, responding just enough, teasing just enough and never giving in.
“What the fuck, Kitten? My cock’s been hard for too long. It’s hurting. Why am I working so hard for your pussy? Are you even going to let me fuck you, or are you just a tease?” He said clearly frustrated.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” I said. “I thought that I was, but I’m not,”
He stares at me. “That is just wrong,” he said. “Can I at least get a blow job? My cock is hurting,”
“No,” I said.
I’ve had many, many periods in my life when I discover that things I used to do, I could no longer. That day marked the end of my rebound days. That day, I learned that I could not start something new still stained with old feelings for someone else. I could not give myself with reservation. (No one should) I could not surrender when I’m not free. I could not be the lover I am when I’m uncertain. I could not enjoy sex when I’m not completely present in the act. I could not. And I've never been one to force myself to do anything. It is, or it isn't.
I picked up my purse and walked out.
Ryan and I kept in touch for a while. And in the process, I realized that I didn’t even like him. One day I stopped taking his calls.
rebound guy, sex
rebound anything!! i don't do rebounds..
better to sit at home cry ur eyes out if needed.. lick some ice cream or party with friends and give yourself time to move on
Posted by: BBB | Wednesday, 17 June 2009 at 01:25 AM
I love the pics you put up with your posts... rebounds are never worth the couple minutes of pleasure... keep writing :)
Posted by: Miss Lowlah | Wednesday, 17 June 2009 at 05:26 AM
Rebounds are not good for my health.
a good cry n a bucket of chocolate chip ice cream goes a long way....
Posted by: chayoma | Wednesday, 17 June 2009 at 06:36 AM
Like Someone Once Said, "Rebounds are not good for my health." Which Obviously Goes That Well With You, But Then I Guess Devouring The Brazilian Wax Valley Below Is Quite Acceptable.
Poor Ryan, Victim Of The Rebound Process.
I Absolutely Concur With Your Final Conclusion.
Posted by: pinky@brain | Wednesday, 17 June 2009 at 09:07 PM
rebound sex, i concur. rebound flirting, on the other hand... sometimes it gives you the pep you need. sorry i missed first round on this one, skit. things a go on.
Posted by: kmplx | Friday, 19 June 2009 at 02:02 AM