We went rock climbing in the Buttermilks today. One of the climbers, Jay, picked me up from the hostel. I had initially been invited to room with their group at the Airbnb since the hostel was fully booked. I dropped my pack there for convenience, however Jay seemed annoyed/frustrated. Everything felt really off and confusing due to lack of communication/understanding. I could sense I was no longer welcome nor was my presence appreciated anymore. Later on, I was told they felt uncomfortable with me staying there. I was quite used to hikers who didn’t know each other mashing up into a room and getting all close and personal. The Airbnb happened to be a super big space so I just took it as they didn’t want me there. I brushed it off and felt tomorrow would be the day that I left.
I felt out of Spirit after the energy shifted. It reflected in my climbing being quite lazy. People said rest days were required for this sport, that people often did 2 days on, 2 days off. I still wanted to push myself because I didn’t know the next time I would be experiencing this. Robson and I focused on easier climbs. I found enjoyment in his touch, the way he was now grabbing at the sides of my ass rather than at my waist when I needed help down.
There was one boulder we worked on today called Robinson’s Rubber Tester. Just the other day I was telling him it didn’t really bother me not to be able to ascend a route. But this one, oh my god, it had me fucking infuriated. I kept trying and trying, only to make it up a couple of feet. It was a slab and the holds were pretty much nonexistent.
“This is a good grab right here!” Bunmi said as she pointed to a tiny crystal of rock.
Apparently, you could hold your entire body weight on the bare minimum if your technique was correct. I kept trying until I could feel hot spots on my toes and the skin tearing on my fingers. A random guy came down to try out the route and ended up flashing it. When I tried it again, only to see my fingers were bleeding from trying to hold onto the granite crystals, I ended up tearing up from frustration. I stared at the rock obsessively, now highly aware of how I would not be able to live it down. I would be coming back one day to keep trying until I got it.
We made a stop at Iron Man before we went home. I felt spent so I cuddled into Robson to keep myself warm. He covered my legs with his sweater as I balled up into his solar plexus. Shortly after Calvin finished attempting the route, we headed back to the Airbnb to get my pack. On the car drive there we cuddled up close while I traced my fingertips on his hands. They were the biggest hands I’ve ever touched. I felt like a child in comparison.
I grabbed my pack and left them a tray of chocolate. Robson stood by the door, suddenly sporadic in his demeanor.
“I kind of just want to go with you and book a room,” he said.
I nodded my head, implying he had the right idea.
“Are you okay with that?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said as we both leaned in to kiss each other.
The feeling of his lips pressed against mine had me relaxing into his body. He hopped back in the car with me then we got dropped off in town where he booked us a room at a very shitty motel that I loved. The lights were bright white, the bathroom door wouldn’t close and the wood was chipped on the tables.
“It has character,” I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
He went straight to kissing me, telling me how cute I was. I, just the same, was very attracted to him. His Canadian accent had me hooked. I felt as if I was receiving the whole experience. He reminded me of Marc-André Leclerc. Not in the way he looked, just in the way he spoke.
I could tell he was ravenous to have a taste of me. I, on the other hand, was acting all scattered trying to get the vibe straightened out. It helped to have the TV light on rather than the blaring white hospital lights. I also needed a moment to cuddle him first.
We got under the covers. I just knew he had a huge cock. I didn’t even have to touch him to figure it out, I could just feel it on me and the throbbing energy of it. I tried to take it slow but as soon as he pressed his thigh into my pussy and his bulge on my stomach, I lost my grip.
He flipped me onto my back, gently removed my shirt and simply wanted to stare at me… to touch me softly.
“I can see how guys fall in love with you everywhere you go,” he said.
Can’t seem to make them stay, I thought to myself.
He slowly nibbled on my nipples. I let him know how aroused I was but that I was on my moon. It didn’t phase him. Instead, he went straight to eating me out.
“Oh my god,” I said, happily surprised by his tongue on my clit.
Then, he did a finger combo and another one in my ass while he was going down on me.
“What the fuck,” I said as I arched my back, contracting from the pleasure. Everything he did was driving me fucking mad.
“No one I’ve ever been with has been as reactive to my touch as you,” he said.
“I don’t understand. How could they not be? Have you seen yourself?”
He kept saying how much he loved my body, fond of my breasts and lips. He used sweet words but noticed it didn’t do much for me.
“You’re so pretty,” he whispered.
I didn’t feel anything.
“What do you prefer to be called in bed?” he asked.
“Mmmm, a slut,” I said in a cute little girl voice.
“You wanna be my little slut?”
I nodded and smiled mischievously. He wasn’t used to saying such degrading things but I reassured him I loved it.
“Who hurt you?” he asked.
I groped his cock to change the vibe then shot him a blank look. I hated that question.
He got on top of me then thrusted his beast inside of my now slippery wet pussy. His rod was absolutely to die for. He knew just how to please me sexually, fucking me from every which way. He still appeared self conscious of his ability to please me. I couldn’t understand how he wasn’t confident yet his moves in the bedroom had me whipped. He knew just the way to angle his cock, just the right way to fuck me in order to make me squirt and the correct way to play with my pussy. I was full blown shaking.
“You’re unbelievable,” he said as he felt my shivers and shudders. “I just can’t believe I get to experience you in such a way.”
“It’s because of you,” I breathed.
He shook his head in disagreement. “It’s all you,” he said. “I’ve been with multiple women but none of them reacted the way you have with me.”
It felt nice because I didn’t feel sad for once. It felt as if he was seeing me and actually making love to me. He actually took several moments to caress me, to feel me, to appreciate my essence and I knew he did. He wanted to make a lot of eye contact but I had trouble meeting him there.
“Look at me,” he said.
I did, but not with depth.
“Are you going to write about me in your blog?” he asked as he gave it to me balls deep. He choked me with both of those massive hands of his. My eyes drifted into a white space of heaven.
Why did it feel so safe?
I almost let my guard down and said, “I love you.”
“Look at me,” he demanded.
I watched his face as he came inside of me, no longer able to keep up with his smooth rhythm. His grip loosened from my neck as he fell down beside me. I wanted to keep going. I was in a state of begging. My pussy was so swollen and heated that the slightest movement of his wet skin upon mine would send my body into a shudder. I placed his hands below my waist, signaling for him to keep playing with me. He barely even had to touch my clit for me to cum.
He held me all night, cuddled me tight. His energy was tender and receptive. He asked me about the types of men I met on my travels and the traumas I faced. He got triggered just from hearing the bare minimum.
“It’s okay,” I said, “it was all me.”
He shook his head in disagreement. “You deserve good men in your life.”
