North of the Border

I should have written this up ages ago, but as my blogging back then was even more erratic than it is now. 


Last year I went to Edinburgh. I won a two night stay in a wonderful hotel in the centre of the city, and I took my lanky ginger geek with me. An upgrade thanks to useful contacts meant that we ended up with a two bedroom apartment, beautiful, simple and elegant decor, super comfy, and, awesomely cool, the kitchen, living room, and both bedrooms all had floor to ceiling windows. There was an office block across a wide boulevard that swept below us. This is important because with windows like that, and a view like that, over the two days we were there (Tuesday and Wednesday) I got fucked against every window. I even got fisted in front of the one in the kitchen. Weird bit; I don't think anyone in the office noticed. 


It wasn't all sex in front of windows of course. There was sex in the bed, on the sofa, in the shower, on the kitchen counters.... Oh, and a bit of culture, we were in Edinburgh after all, we visited the castle, we walked the Royal Mile to Holyrood House, we ate fudge till I almost felt sick, and then we fucked some more. My every hole was thoroughly abused. On the second night we were there, he sat on the sofa and I leant against it upside down and he fisted me till I begged him to let me cum, then he made me cum till I was almost ready to ask for mercy! 


Despite that, I think my favourite moment was when we arrived, we fell into the room, and, having barely gone from end to end of the place, landed in front of the window in the nearest bedroom, bags having been thrown on the bed, and I dropped to my knees to tear his jeans from his crotch and take his cock down my throat and suck it till he was rock hard in my mouth, then he pulled me up by my hair till I was standing, pushed my face against the window, we tore my jeans down together and he fucked me, told me to cum again and again and let me twist and duck at just the right moment to drink his cum, he filled my mouth and I looked up, mouth open and full of cum till he smiles down at me and says 'swallow' and I obey and gently kiss the head of his cock before looking up at him, smiling. 


Those moments are the ones I see in my mind. Those and the post coital spooning while he talked about all manner of geekery. Post coital education. Is there anything quite like it? It's funny the things we miss, the things we picture when we thing about a person, I see him from my knees, as if I were looking up at him with a mouthful of his sweet cum.