When I first heard of people liking dry fucks it was in relation to HIV transmission in sub-Saharan Africa.  Apparently the culture is such that wet pussies are considered bad and dry ones provide more friction, which makes the guy feel like he’s got a big, manly cock.  Dry fucking is more likely to tear a condom, if one is used, and also more likely to tear vaginal and anal tissue, thereby making sexually transmissible infections more likely to be, well, transmitted.

Some sub-Saharan African women go so far as to artificially dry out their pussies so as to please their partners, and, to a degree I’m sure, themselves.

I like the feeling of a cock forcing its way into me when I’m not quite wet enough.

So in the morning when the Russian woke me up and told me he wanted to fuck me again I opened my legs.  I like my morning sex quiet, but when he shoved his nice thick cock in my sleepy pussy I couldn’t help but cry out.  Oh, but it felt so good.  Then he told me to turn over.  I happily got on my elbows and knees and let him plow away at me.  By this time I was definitely wet but it still hurt a bit.

It probably hurt due to the pounding he had given me the night before.  We met for drinks.  He’s a drinker.  I like me a drinking man.  I told him right away that I was sick, and then coughed repeatedly to prove my point.  He assured me that the cure for a bad cough was a shot of vodka.  He also told me that a shot of vodka is the cure for a lot of things, according to Russian lore.

After some drinks he suggested we fuck.  Yes, of course.  But first to the liquor store for more vodka.  By that time I had stopped coughing though .  Vodka is a cure-all.  Maybe I’m part Russian but just don’t know it.

We went to his place.  He lived in a neighborhood I had never been to before, though he swore it was within the confines of San Francisco.  It was … very much a bachelor pad.  He had warned me that it was a bachelor pad, but no amount of warning could have prepared me for the bathroom.  The state of the bathroom was disturbing.  It was a good thing I was horny and I already knew the Russian was a great fuck or that bathroom would have had me begging him to take me home.

Once in his bedroom we took our clothes off and commenced the fucking.  And the sucking, too.  Uncircumcised cocks are so much fun to suck.  They just are.  There are more places for my tongue to explore on an uncut cock.

I made a request of the Russian:  That he speak Russian.  I told him it didn’t matter what he said, just say it in Russian.  I have a thing for languages I don’t understand spoken to me during sexy times.  German, French, Thai, Spanish, and now Russian.  He assured me everything he said was absolutely filthy, which turned me on even more.

We fucked and then we slept, and in the morning he gave me a nice dry fuck.

I swear.  True story.

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