the birth of jane
Yesterday, I had an awakening. After months of restlessness and lethargy, coupled with medication-induced sedation and sleep deprivation, my body decided it was time to try something new. The libido and interest that had been practically nonexistent, minus masturbation whose frequency was dwindling, charged into action.
I wanted to rub up against every attractive biped I passed. The construction workers at the new office caused me to blush. The glasses-wearing dorks on the train induced strains against the thick inseam of my jens.
So I went home, shaved and trimmed, and today Jane Vincent was born.
Jane – because all the coolest characters are Janes. And they are usually best friends and thus allowed more eccentric leeway.
Vincent – in honor of Edna St. Vincent Millay.
The first act of Jane was to establish an email address: the now defunct firstname.lastname@example.org.
She then placed an ad in the casual encounters section of craigslist. Within two hours she had accumulated 70 replies.
She selected three, plus a fourth with potential, and set her dates.
First was Redford, the strawberry blond cutie. 22. Works as an energy consultant. We met in a starbucks. He gave me his cookie (oatmeal raisen with too much baking soda).
A little awkward conversation and a half-assed game of 20 questions later, he selected to be the dom – dubbed “maestro”. I was his dirty little slut sub. Or at least that was the original idea.
We walked back to his apartment on Madison Square Park. Once inside he put on a live album of the doors. Kinda danced and kissed. Biting and scratching lightly. He removed my hoodie and pushed me down on the bed.
He then rubbed himself against my torso. I could feel his bulge swelling. He asked me if I wanted it.
I begged and pleaded. Said “Please, maestro” very sweetly and undid his belt. Just a button and a zip and I slipped my hand inside, cradling his cock and balls.
He wasn’t going much of anywhere so I decided to start topping from the bottom. I took off his shirt and shifted him up to remove his pants and boxers. I then grabbed my pouch, well-stocked with varieties of condoms, lube, and my trusty toys (a bullet, a nubby g, and a plug).
I selected a honeydew condom and dropped a bit of lube in the tip. I licked his shaft, nipping lightly at his balls as I rolled the tip over the top of his head. I then used my mouth to slide the condom all the way down.
While I sucked his cock, I used my left hand to begin teasing his ass. He had told me he had never played any prostate games. His butthole was tight and nervous. Without stopping my blowjob rhythm, I squirted some lube on my fingers and rubbed them together to try and warm it up. I then began to gently massage his tight little donut.
He sighed. I asked if he liked it. He said yeah. Articulate little maestro.
In one smooth motion, I slid his cock to the back of my throat and plunged my middle finger up his ass, curving forward. He gasped then groaned and his eyes fluttered back slightly.
He said he felt like a woman. I said it was just the oxytocin causing the desire for intimacy and bonding. But i sure as hell felt like a man. After providing some minimal oral pleasure (wrapped of course) i had plugged fim, fucked him, rode him through 3 orgasms, came all over him, then got up to pee and left him with his soaked sheets not even knowing my name