Dr. Vajayjay, Young Stud, MD

11:47 pm - Mon, Aug 8, 2011: 29 notes

Dr. Vajayjay, Young Stud, MD

Dr. Vajayjay is neither a doctor nor a vagina (nor does he have one). But he is an almost doctor. And he was a bit obsessed with making sure I wasn’t a man. But, oh boy, can he fuck.

Remember the youngster I mentioned in a previous post? The 23 yr old that reminds me of Brooklyn Dave? After much anticipation and a naughty video session, we finally met.

He moves back to the city soon, but was passing through on his way from destination A to his hometown. So I snuck out of work for an early lunch break and met him at my hotel. Neither of us had a lot of time.

He knocked on my door and I let him in. First, he is incredibly tall. Second, he’s gorgeous. He’s got an amazing smile and a shaved head- two things designed to make my panties drip with excitement. We made small talk for a bit- giggled and laughed and had awkward pauses.

Finally I decided enough was enough. I was going to break my rules and make the first move. I got up, locked the door, and pulled him up off the couch. I brought him close and leaned in to kiss him. He didn’t disappoint.

As a tall girl, I’ve always felt I was missing something great in life. Feeling small next to a man is not something I’ve experienced (being 5’10 myself). Oddly enough, it made me feel very submissive.

I had to fight that urge because I was feeling mad with lust, so I drug him into the bedroom and basically jumped the poor boy. Young Stud, MD (hereafter known as YSMD), did not seem to mind. Within minutes our clothes were off, he had verified I was indeed a lady, and I was happily slurping on his magnificent cock.

I could tell from the tasty pre-cum that he was getting excited, and I wanted to fuck him, so I stopped, grabbed a condom, and slid up on the bed. He teased me just a little before giving me one hell of a fucking. His fingers played in my ass and cunt, driving me mad. He played with my clit until I came and then pounded my pussy like he was flattening meat. When he came, it wasn’t enough. I wanted hours more. (Dear lord, it’d been weeks- WEEKS- since I had a good fucking!)

We dressed and headed out- he was headed back home and I was headed to work. I got back in the office, all smiles. Coworker A asked me what I was so happy about. I wonder if he knew. I’m sure I smelled like sex. Another coworker noticed I was now only wearing one earring. I made up an excuse- it must have fallen off- but I was sure it was lost somewhere in the snow white blankets of my bed.

I texted YSMD to tell him. His reply?

“That’s how you know it was good.”

-=C&C=-