Sex with the Panda is......

Effing amazing. I'm trying to pull myself out of this crappy ass mood, so I'm gonna tell you more about my sex life with the Panda.

<A little backstory (AKA the boring shit)>
We went to school together. We knew each other, but never really hung out. I remember him being quiet and looking at his sneakers a lot. I remember thinking he was funny and cute and wishing he would talk to me more. I didn't dare do too much to approach him because his long term girlfriend and I were aquaintences, and I didn't want her to get the wrong idea.

We ran into each other not too long after high school. The girlfriend had broken his heart, and I was single. We hooked up. What I remember the most about those few days was that he went down on me. It occurred to me later than he was the first person ever to do that. I don't think I came, but I remember it feeling sooooooooo goooooood..... I was all fucked up in the head and wasn't even able to remain present in my body during sex, so the poor guy was left wondering what he was doing wrong. We had a few days of wanton sex, then I was planning on moving out of state.

He said later that he really wished he had asked me to stay. It would have been awful. I was way too young and inexperienced, and like I said, fucked up in the head. And he wasn't over his ex. If we had tried to date back then it would have been terrible. But I think the idea occurred to both of us.

So I moved and went on with life and he moved and time passed and we both grew up a lot. He moved back to the area. I didn't. I got on facebook. One of us friended the other (did you friend me or did I friend you?) I was happily in a new relationship with Mr AA. Panda was happily single.

We talked on the phone, once. I felt something... something sparky, like touching a 9 volt battery to your tongue, when we talked. It was easy. It was fluid. It felt really good in a way that made it feel like it could be a dangerous thing to my new, happy relationship. So I *lost* his phone number and didn't talk to him again.

We stayed FB friends but rarely spoke there. A comment or two. A *poke* now and again. That was it. Then it happened. Right before Christmas Mr AA and I split up. I was planning to take Mr AA "back home" with me for the holidays (for the first time), but of course, now I would be going alone (well, just me and Miss Dog). Determined to make the best of it, the Panda came to mind immediately. I messaged him and told him I'd love to get together and have dinner or just meet up for a beer or whatever while I was in town. I will be honest, the thought of hooking up with him *did* occur to me, but I figured it would be very unlikely to actually happen. Much more likely would be us meeting somewhere in town, gossiping about people we knew, laughing about old times, and catching up on the last decade (plus a few years....), and then me going my way and him going his.

Well as we all know this winter has been a nasty mean bitch. She dumped a metric shit ton of bad weather on us and I decided to message him and tell him I couldn't meet up, but would love a raincheck for my next trip up. Ironically I was standing maybe a mile from his house when I sent that message (although I had no idea at the time).

So the holiday passes... then (help me out here).. somehow we end up emailing. Chitty chatting. I have a horrible memory. His is amazing. Hopefully he will comment and fill in all the exciting details here cause I've already lost them, lol! But I'm feeling that sparky energy... just like before. And it feels great!!! And so two aquaintences, and one time hook ups, who are now relative strangers, find themselves growing closer and closer via email, then voice, then video. And now we are..... I donno. What are we?

<End=Boring Shit>

So we have sex. Not as much as *I* would like, but fairly often. Being like 600 miles apart, it's cyber sex. But it's soooo much more. His voice drives me fucking insane. I can close my eyes and listen to him talk about the most mundane things, and just focus in tight on his voice, the timbre, the vibrations, and I probably could cum from that alone. Seriously. And when we have sex.... even then he asks questions. Is my pussy wet? Where are my hands? What toy am I using? How am I holding it? Is it vibrating? If so is it on high or low?

And then he slowly takes control. "Take the toy out. Rub the outside of your pussy with it. The lips. The clit. Hold it there. How wet are you now? Is your pussy drippy yet? No don't put it in. Keep rubbing. Ok it's drippy now? Now I want you to shove it in. No not all slow and sensual. I want you to fuck yourself hard. Harder!"

He is listening to my noises and looking at my face while this is happening. He can tell from the look on my face what I'm doing. He can tell when I'm going slow. He can tell when I obey. How? I have no earthly fucking idea.

And when I'm about to cum and I'm filled with his voice....

"STOP. Take the toy out. Thats right. Rest it there, against your clit (again let me remind you he cannot see what I'm doing. And yet somehow he has this 6th sense... he's like Miss Fucking Cleo when it comes to knowing the state of my pussy)

"Ok now shove it in. HARDER! DEEPER! I want you to fuck yourself like I'd be fucking you right now. And I'd be fucking you hard. And fast. Where are your hands? Pinch your nipples. Twist. There you go. Thats good."

By this time I have my face half buried in the pillows to conceal my moaning and panting from my roommates, I've totally forgotten that he can see me, and my verbal skills have deteriorated to a choice few one syllable words. Mostly "fuck".  As in "fuck yeah", "oh fuck", and "fuck me please fuck fuck please yes ohmygawd YES FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKK"

And then the clincher. "Cum for me." And I do. I do. I do. Oh god I do.

Now I want more than a hug, Panda. Much much more.


I wanna get you in the back seat windows up
That's the way you like to fuck, clogged up fog alert
Rip the pants and rip the shirt, ruff sex make it hurt
In the garden all in the dirt
Roll around Georgia Brown that's the way I like it twerk
Legs jerk, overworked, underpaid but don't be afraid
In the sun or up in the shade
On the top of my escalade
Maybe your girl and my friend can trade; tag team, off the ropes!
On the ocean or in the boat! Factories or on hundred spokes!
What about up in the candy sto' that chocolate chocolate make it melt
Whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little booty up with my belt
Scream help play my game; dracula man I'll get my fangs
Horseback and I'll get my reigns, school teacher let me get my grades

I wanna, lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
Then I wanna, ahh ahh - you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, know what-what's your fantasy......

-Ludacris "Whats Your Fantasy"