i remember thinking that your beard was just asking to be sat on, though i never technically did sit on it.
he was a fellow musician with a big full beard who had been flirting with me (and vis versa) for a while. he had tired eyes that showed especially when he took off his glasses and wavy hair that was perfect for grabbing to put my fingers through.
i went to a show that he was playing at with some other musicians i knew and we ended up sitting next to each other at the big long table while watching another act. our knees touched and i felt my body quiver in all the right places. i can’t remember how we decided that i should go home with him, but it was somehow decided.
we walked to his truck and i sucked his dick while he sobered up and in preparation for him to fuck me proper. when we got to his house, he went to the bathroom to tidy up/pee/do whatever and i sprawled myself on his bed, just asking for it. i remember the sex being pretty good, he liked to watch me when he was in my mouth and pull my hair and push me further onto it. i seem to recall that i wanted to be noisier and i wanted my ass spanked (i p much always want my ass spanked okay, let’s just be clear with that) but his housemate was home so i had to be quiet.
when we woke up i believe we fucked again(?), but i know that i sucked him off again because i’m a good generous girl. i also just like to hear boys whimper and moan. we walked to a diner and he bought me breakfast, kissed good bye.
later, i tried to hit him up again for sex and to finally sit on the beard, but it never happened. from what i know, he’s got a lady now. plenty more beards out there, i ain’t even mad.