Tuesday, May 12, 2009

The goodbye fuck

I love juggling multiple lovers, especially when they don't know about each other. It's thrilling. The ultimate fuck you to my sexually repressed upbringing.

So I've got the Lieutenant. And I've got Wendy. Young and strong, fuck me all night. And this dear woman who is so needy for real physical loving. I had a brief fling with an older woman years ago -- it weirded me out because it was clear she was a lesbian looking for a young wife. In Wendy's case, I am the power player. My late-night fear: She might fall in love with me.

Wendy is discovering kink. The other night she came over after being fucked twice. Her married lover had snuck away for a quickie after work. And her husband -- perhaps sensing something new in the sexual time-space continuum -- had also banged her. I had her sit on my face while I tongue-fucked her, tasting the mingled semen of both men. Then I had her come down so I could French kiss her with the delightful concoction. Both fucks had been fast and graceless, but she loved tasting the results from my mouth. We both came violently in a long bout of love-making.

What I really want to talk about is the "goodbye fuck." I think this is exclusively a female phenomenon, but I'd be interested in what readers think.

By "goodbye fuck," I mean when a woman chooses to sleep with a male colleague who is about to move to a new job or assignment in another location. I've done this a couple of times, and the delight comes from a couple of sources. First, you can sexually sample a guy you've had your eye on, but for whatever reason never bedded him. Second, it's a guaranteed one-night stand -- he's leaving -- and yet it's safe, knowable, controllable.

(ADDENDUM: Let me explain more about what I mean when I say "female phenomenon." Guys will generally fuck anything, anytime. Women generally control whether it happens -- and usually it doesn't; think of all the girls and women you wanted to fuck and never had a chance. So to me, in most cases, only the woman has the power of the sexual landscape to bestow a real "goodbye fuck" on a lucky guy. Maybe some incredibly charismatic men can do the same, but I am a little skeptical. Even these guys would have already fucked the woman, if they were attracted and had the sexual power to get what they wanted.)

I gave one goodbye fuck to a professor in graduate school just after I graduated. I knew he had his eye on me and that he liked redheads -- his wife was one. I came by his office, said goodbye and he gave me a hug. We lingered in each other's arms. He kissed me, lightly at first -- and then when I didn't resist, he slipped his tongue between my teeth. We went back to my apartment and fucked twice that afternoon before he had to go home. Quite a thick cock for such a slender, short geeky guy. The next day I left town to begin my training in Virginia.

Another goodbye fuck was with an older male colleague, who was leaving for an overseas posting. We had a drink with some of the gang and he walked me to the Metro station. There we embraced and I kissed him. We had quite a little PDA going that continued into a hotel room and an all-night romp. I let him fuck me in the ass, too. Next day, gone. I know both guys loved it because they were thinking exactly what I was: No strings.

I think about this knowing the LT will be gone soon. He's got to punch his ticket in Afghanistan if he's going to keep rising, and he's eager to get out there. It's that leaving vibe that has his girlfriend eager to get married. Sigh. I can't give him the classic goodbye fuck because we're already screwing several times a week. But I'll give him a farewell he won't forget.

12 comments:

Texas Ghostrider said...

You go girl! If you are ever in Texas.......

Anonymous said...

Isn't this what you're supposed to do you last four weeks of college? Fuck all the people you've been eyeing since orientation week freshman year but never got around to pursuing?

--cash

Clem said...

I wish there were more women like you.

PhoneFunGuy said...

Is it possible to have a goodbye fuck twice? With the same person? Hmmm....

Sharon said...

Guilty as charged. I was watching a goodbye party at a bar across the street for this guy in another department. Tall and striking, but very shy. I found a way to walk back with him to work. he needed to pick something up. Did I tell you he was ten years younger than me? Anyway, I gave him a hug which turned into a kiss, then a long kiss. Back at my place he fucked me THREE wonderful times. I drove him back to pick up his car in the morning and never heard from him again. What a wonderful memory.

The world according to Gaz said...

I would like to see more Aussie girls think along those lines. I have heard stories of the office girls of the past but the current bunch are all prudes.

Anonymous said...

I could go for a solid good-bye fuck... sounds like damn good fun.

BadGirlJennifer said...

You nailed it. I love goodbye fucks. No strings, all fun. Guys I wanted to sample, but not to be trailing me around like puppy dogs or proposing just because they got the first really good screwing of their lives

Get8More said...

Hell, I wouldn't mind any fuck from a hottie like you!


(I don't know why you say goodbye I say hello...)

rocketman said...

Until I came across this post, the concept of the goodbye fuck hadn't even occurred to me.

Anonymous said...

OK, so this is the first time i've heard of a goodbye fuck explained in detail. Is there such thing as a welcome fuck?

Anonymous said...

Two of the male variety:
Once when I was moving to a new city, far away, a female acquaintance came to visit, but before she left confessed to long having wanted to see what I was like and asked directly if we could. I was pretty much up for anything and against my own better judgment agreed. But I was awful, and burst out in ironic laughter at myself. Poor girl.
A few years later a long time girlfriend had decided to kick me out, but engineered 'one for the road' before I left. I could not resist the impulse to lightly spank her little butt at a strategic point, which confirmed the worst she could imagine about me to explain our (her?) failure.
Goes to show.