This is the third part, in a long series of stories about a huge pack of condoms. They may be edited afterwards, but hopefully not too much.

Since we started seeing each other Matt has mentioned that if his work bring him by my place, he can always come in for a quickie. I’ve been curious about the idea, but some how felt appalled by it. “Just come by and fuck me like a little slut and then leave? Hell no!!”
As our relationship has evolved, we’ve sort of find a soft hint of D/s in it. We’ve had some fun with punishment, and commendation. Ordering me to wear this or that when he comes by, or rather not wear anything, and similar. We’ve been joking around about my polyism, and he loves to hear about me and other guys I have sex with. Me longing to come home to him again when I’m out of town, because I’m his slut. So the idea of him coming by for a quickie on his way to another part of town for work didn’t feel so bad anymore.

The night before we’d been teasing each other. I had showed him some of my writings. My entire website actually. He loves my writing, he loves the way I’ve expressed myself about having sex with him. It turned him on a lot.
This morning started quite early. We were both awake and had started text messaging each other. He proposed coming by. I hesitated, I wasn’t sure. I took my time to decide. I actually did not decide until he was already on his way to work, lucky for me I live on the way.

“I’ll unlock the door for you”

I hadn’t seen him for a while so when he got inside the door I started kissing him before he got his jacket off. I then let him undress as I stood there waiting, wanting him to just ravage me.
We made it into the bedroom, standing a few feet apart. Exchanging a few words. He moved closer to me, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. I started taking his shirt off slowly. My dressing gown dropped to the floor. I helped him off with his pants, his underwear and I laid down on the bed. He laid down on top of me.
Since the man was on his way to work he quickly got into the third condom, and we got rolling. Since the first time we’ve met I’ve had a lot of love for his playfulness. This morning was no different, even if he was in a hurry to get to work.
By now he’d had enough time to get to know me and know what I like in order to give me just the right kick during a quickie.
We finished off, the quickest we’d ever gone for any reason.

I was watching him while he got dressed, and before he left I was kissing him, and teasing him making sure he would come back later that same day. I wanted more of him. Getting to give him a good round in the sack again after he’d finished off work wouldn’t be all that bad. He promised me he would come back after work, and was hoping it would not take too long…

This is the third part, in a long series of stories about a huge pack of condoms. They may be edited afterwards, but hopefully not too much. Since we started seeing each other Matt has mentioned that if his work bring him by my place, he can always come in for a quickie. I've been ...