Fantasy – Board Game Night

It’s board game night and I am sitting between the boyfriend and an old coworker I have a crush on. I finish my turn and lean back on the futon and close my eyes. I am horny and it has been a long day. The boyfriend leans back after his turn as well and puts his arm around my shoulders, his hand hovering over my breast.

Feeling bold, I rested my hand over his that was hovering and push down. He immediately got the hint and got a handful of tit before giving a few healthy gropes. I grinned and giggled and he did it once more before taking my hand in his. Closing my eyes again, I relax next to him.

I start to imagine a MMF threesome with the two men on either side of me. I think of them each taking a breast in their mouth and teasing my pierced nipples with their tongues. I then start thinking of our hosts, a couple and their roommate. How perfect would it be if we all just had an orgy right there in the middle of the living room.

I craved the feeling of having two mouths cover my body at the same time, no side left untouched. The boyfriend mirroring ex-coworker’s (ECW) moves and vice versa. I wanted them both right then and there. I picture them both getting up to stand in front of me. I see myself reaching to undress each of them, all the while our gracious hosts are getting to business behind the two sexy men before me. With determination and concentration, I manage to use one hand each to get their pants unbuttoned, unzipped, and cocks exposed at the same time.

At that thought I feel a flood of wetness flood my panties. I have always wanted to suck two dicks at once and this is finally my chance. I warp a hand around each of them and lean forward. I lower my mouth onto the boyfriend first. I start by kissing the tip of is cock before slowly taking it in my mouth inch by inch, all the while swirling my tongue. I get the boyfriend good and wet before switching to ECW’s cock and doing the same thing. I switch back and forth between the two beautiful cocks before me, only switching when one starts to sound like they are enjoying this a little bit too much.

I realize it’s my turn for the game, so I hastily make a move before leaning back into the futon. I picture the boyfriend slowly start to strip me and ECW joining in. Simultaneously we all switch positions. I lay myself across the futon and ECW gets between my legs while the boyfriend gets at the opposite end. The boyfriend positions himself to get himself back in my mouth. ECW has no trouble sliding his penis into my soaking wet pussy.

I clench my kegels at the thought, imagining the feeling of penetration, and seeing him thrust his body and begin to fuck me like I deserve to be fucked. ECW reaches to begin to rub my clit while the boyfriend reaches to fondle and tease my boobs.

Its my turn in the game again so I make a move and get back to fantasizing. The two guys decide to switch. ECW wants a blowjob and the boyfriend wants to fuck me. He gets between my legs and plunges his cock deep inside my cunt and I tighten around him. At that same time, ECW gets his cock in my face and I hungrily take him in my mouth.

I can tell the boyfriend is close and so I decide to try and make ECW lose his load at the same time. I give my best sucking, tongue swirling massage that I could manage at that awkward angle. I want them to come at the same time. The boyfriend is closer and tells me so. Just then ECW tells me he is close, almost like the boyfriend saying he was close was that trigger he needed to get over the edge. At that second, the boyfriend began his orgasm. Seeing the boyfriend hit his climax made ECW reach his.

Slowly I came back to reality. I made my turn in the game we were playing. I was losing horribly, but I was ok with it. I just imagined a very sexy fantasy.

 

Meeting the Family

The week before last his graduation finally came up in conversation. I told him I fully intended to go, but I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to go. He said he would like me there. I asked if I would be able to meet his family coming up and all he said was maybe.

Two days before the graduation he made it sound like he didn’t care if I was there, and I probably wouldn’t meet the family. Then he said I could maybe meet his mom, just not the others. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t hurt. For the most part I understood, but my low self confidence made it feel like it was me he didn’t want to introduce to them.

The day before on my way home from work I realized how heartbroken I really was in not being able to be involved in his graduation plans. I got the impression that even if I went to the ceremony I wouldn’t be able to see him at all. I was completely crushed at the idea of not being included on his big day. I admit that I started to get a little jealous of his family. I started to not feel that important to him, and eventually considered to not go at all. I knew if I didn’t go I would feel guilty . I also started crying at the idea of going and not being able to say hi. I felt like he was ashamed of me.

After a nearly sleepless night and sitting through my best friend’s graduation (there were several ceremonies that day) I texted him and asked if he wanted me there. He simply told me I could go. With lots of reservations, I made arrangements to get there. I picked a spot to enable myself to easily describe my location in a huge crown and texted him where I was. I started to cry, still under the assumption that I would not see him. I knew he was somewhere there, along with his family, and here I was alone trying to be supportive.

I had just wiped the last tears from my eyes, considering letting them start up again, when I realized someone was standing in front of me. With thoughts of annoyance at who was cutting in on what little privacy I had while I spilled my overreacting tears, I looked up to see him standing with a lady.

All thoughts of sadness escaped me as we hugged, kissed, and he introduced me to his mom. We shook hands and she asked me the obligatory questions any good mother would ask the chick her son is dating. Sadly it was a short visit since he had to go get ready with his graduating class. As she walked away, she told me how happy I made him.

From then on I felt much better about being there, and five minutes later I got a text thanking me for being there. After what seemed like ages, they finally called his name. About 20 minutes later I get the text I had been waiting forever for, asking if I wanted to join him and his family for dinner. He told me to meet him at his place and we would go from there.

I quickly got home and changed, making sure to put something on a little bit nicer. It was the moment I had been waiting for, and suddenly I was nervous. What if they didn’t like me?

It turned out that I had nothing to worry about. I met his mom, dad, stepmom, grandma, and several family friends. I fit in well. OUr dinner reservations were fairly late in the evening, so we ended up closing the restaurant. Eventually they started to plan breakfast and who was coming. His family was very insistent that I join.

I enjoyed getting to know them, and hope to see them again soon. I was glad that they seemed to like me.

Trying to Get Caught

I thought he would be on his way shortly. It was Saturday and my roommate was gone for the weekend. I unlocked the front door for him and texted him to let himself in. I got back in bed and grabbed my favorite toy. I hoped and fantasized about him walking in on me masturbating. I wondered how he would react, and what he would do or say.

Would he be into it? Or would it be a complete turn off to him? Would he even care? At this point it had been almost two months since we did anything naughty. I ashamedly admit that I was getting desperate.

I didn’t even need porn, I was so turned on at just the fantasy of him catching me, hopefully joining me. I had to edge for a bit, as it didn’t take me long to feel like I was going to climax. I hoped he would hurry.

I started thinking about whether or not I wanted to time my orgasm for when he walked in, or save it for when he was in the same room as me and realized what I was doing.

My thoughts got a bit darker then. What if the person to walk in was not him? Who would it be, and depending on who it was would I keep going?

Eventually I started to feel too good not to come. Since I was alone, I let my moans escape my throat. What if I moaned so loud someone heard and came to check on me? At the thought of anyone walking in at that point made me come even harder.

After my orgasm he texted that he was on his way. I thought about my poor timing and wondered if I should go for round two of trying to be caught. Unfortunately, at that point I lost my nerve and quickly got dressed and did one last clean up run through of my apartment.

Maybe I can gather the courage to try again next time. Next time I will wait for his text that he is on his way before I start to play.

Only Time Will Tell

As I said in several previous posts, the future of my current relationship is a complete waiting game. These least few weeks have been rough as school has kept him too busy for my liking. When we first met, one of the first things I asked him was if he planned to stay or leave after he graduated. He made it seem like he wanted to stay.

However, fairly early on in our relationship he made several comments about moving away. As we got closer to the end of school it has been something hanging over my head. We have started to talk about it several times, but both of us got too sad to really continue the conversation. I started to just assume he would leave right after.

The other night I started to get a different impression. He said he was going to do everything he could to stay, and would do so as long as possible. When discussing the dates he would be gone he mentioned cutting that time in half to stay in town with me.

I really hope he does stick around. I have been trying to stay positive whenever I started to dwell on the what ifs. Things are still in a huge waiting game, but at the moment they are starting to look more in my favor. Only time will Tell.

It’s Complicated

I never really understood the point in saying a relationship was complicated. I used to figure it either was a thing or it wasn’t; the feeling are or they aren’t. At least until I didn’t understand up until now.

Now I know it really can be complicated. It is not as easy as black and white. I am feeling like my relationship is drifting into complicated territory and I finally understand. I go from being really happy when I am with him, especially when we kiss, cuddle, and hold hands. However, when we are apart, I can’t help but feel slightly unhappy.

The unhappiness comes mostly from my lack of self confidence, but it also has to do with the lack of sexuality in our relationship. I have a very high sex drive and I am finding out that he does not. I used to think that his workload and stress was a huge factor, but now I can’t help but feel like it has to do with me. It wouldn’t be the first time.

I also can’t help but feel the inevitable approach. He will be graduating and potentially moving out of the area unless he miraculously gets a job in the area, Even then he might not stick around.

I fell in love with him, but I couldn’t get him to fall for me. Soon we are either going to have to step up our relationship prematurely or end it before it truly gets a chance to bloom. We have been talking for 7 months, and officially a couple for about 4. It feels too soon to have the talk about moving in with each other, but if he can’t get a job and does want to stay, one of us will have to move in. I have thought about it long and hard and am willing to support him financially if it comes down to it. I would love it if he stayed.

I don’t feel ready to move with him, if that is what he wants. I would be willing to go long distance, but if it ends before we get anywhere I feel like I might start resenting him. I would feel like I wasted a bunch of time twiddling my thumbs waiting for something to happen when it never does.

I have been trying really hard to think positively, but it is getting harder as what feels like the end comes near. Each day that passes my feelings get a little bit more complicated,

Its the Little Things

School is wrapping up for him, so we haven’t been able to hang out as much. We manage to text every day, some more than others. We went a week and a half before we could see each other. 

The plan was for him to come over and us to play video games after I cooked us dinner. However, a combination of my idiot roommate and his need to finish more homework put a wrench in those plans. 

I called him on my way home after work and we decided that I should go to his place. I offered to pick something up for food, but he said he could cook dinner instead. I stopped off at home to change before heading over. 

When I finally got to his place I was greeted with a big hug and kiss. Dinner was just finishing cooking so he served it up for us. We watched Mama Mia! as we ate. It was my first time seeing it and I enjoyed it. 

After we finished eating we cuddled and held hands for the rest of the movie. Sadly he had more homework to work on so I had to leave after the movie. We hugged and kissed at the door saying goodbye. 

I hated leaving and wanted more time, but I was glad to have gotten tge time that I did. Dinner was delicious, the movie was good, and the company was the best. Its the little things that count and make it special. 

Sexual Confession

**I have been trying to keep up the habit of writing and posting every day. I ran out of things to review and my sex life has been a bit lacking, so I googled “sex blog writing prompts.” I came across a set of 10 questions and prompts that pertain to sex.**

10. Write a sexual confession to your partner or someone you admire. Be straight forward or as kinky as you would like.

To my sexy boyfriend,

Remember that night last week when you were trying to study and I just kept sending you filthy things in hopes of distracting you? I sent everything from naughty sexts to pics of me in lingerie and sexy panties. Later on I sent some erotica I wrote about me getting to suck that lovely cock of yours.

Well, you never asked what got me so worked up, but I want to tell you anyways. It started with a picture meme that I saw on Facebook. It said “Relationship Goals” and showed a cartoon image of a female sitting on the toilet and her man standing in front or her aiming his stream into the open seat between his legs.

A few weeks ago I made a joke about peeing being one of my fetishes. I played it off as a joke because I didn’t know how you would react. You seemed to go along with the joke, but this is where I tell you I wasn’t joking. I really do enjoy watching men pee. It is still very embarrassing to admit, but I want to open up and be honest. Who knows, maybe it is your thing too. If it is not, that is ok. I understand and don’t blame you one bit.

So yeah, just seeing that picture got me worked up. I started fantasizing about us being in that situation, then I started thinking about the time I hopped in the shower and you had to pee before getting in. I tried not to be a creeper about it, but I got so turned on sneaking a peak while you took a leak.

So yeah, now you now. I hope this doesn’t scare you off.

Sexual Fantasies

**I have been trying to keep up the habit of writing and posting every day. I ran out of things to review and my sex life has been a bit lacking, so I googled “sex blog writing prompts.” I came across a set of 10 questions and prompts that pertain to sex.**

5. Describe a sexual fantasy you have.

This one was harder to answer than I thought. I obviously have a lot of dirty fantasies, but the one that appeals to me the most is just sexy fun time in general. I haven’t had much of that lately. Any that I get is a huge treat and welcome surprise. To go along with the theme, I will describe a scene I wish and hope for every time I get some snuggle time with the boyfriend.

We are snuggling on his bed. I am trying to keep my wandering hands in check as I lean in for more kisses. I let my next kiss linger on, then finally getting a hold of his bottom lip between mine. I give a light suck and run my tongue along  his lip before giving the lightest of nibbles.

I feel him smile and his lower lip becomes free of mine. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer before taking my hand and resting it on his growing bulge.

“You see what you did?” he asks playfully.

“Sorry, not sorry,” I say with a mischievous grin. “I feel it, but I don’t see it,” I say, egging him on a bit more.

“Oh, you asked for it now,” he said, grinning. He let go of my hand he had placed on his pressing need and reached to undo his belt and shorts. I grinned and watched, my pussy clenching and tightening in anticipation of getting to play. I licked my lips as I watched his hard cock spring free of his boxers when pulled down.

I scooted myself down on his bed and got positioned at his hip. I put a pillow under my elbow and wrapped my hand around the lower half of his shaft. I slowly circled my tongue around the tip of his head. Once I get the head wet with my swirling tongue, I take it into my mouth. I begin massaging his head with my tongue while beginning to suck.

I start to slowly move my mouth up and down his cock, taking more of him each time I slide down. Once I get a good rhythm I pick up my pace, making sure to keep my tongue swirling with massage as I go. I let a low hum build in my throat and he starts to moan in ecstasy.

I take that as a sign that I am doing a good job and take my free hand to cup his balls. I gently massage them as I keep up the magic of my mouth. I am a terrible multitasker, but I manage to keep a somewhat steady rhythm and I work his cock with my mouth and his balls with my hand.

When I notice him start to seem close I change it up a bit and switch my mouth and hand. I begin sucking on his balls while I trace my index finger around his head before beginning pumping motions with my wrist and his cock. Each time I feel him start to get close I switch between mouth and hand, cock and balls.

I could do this all night, but I want to see him some for me. One last time I put my mouth over his cock, my hand cups his balls, and I get back into rhythm. This time when I feel him get close I let his climax build enough to let his hot load shoot into my mouth. As he comes, I slow down with the tongue massages, knowing hes sensitive there. I feel him pump his load down my throat and I swallow every last drop. Once his orgasm is over I slide back up to cuddle him before he kisses me goodnight.

 

My Last Sexual Experience

**I have been trying to keep up the habit of writing and posting every day. I ran out of things to review and my sex life has been a bit lacking, so I googled “sex blog writing prompts.” I came across a set of 10 questions and prompts that pertain to sex.**

2. Write about your last sexual experience. How was it different from your first sexual experience?

My last sexual experience was over two months ago. Andy came over and I cooked us dinner while we watched B-rated horror movies on Netflix. I wrote about it in stronger detail in the above link. We have been going through a bit of a dry spell at the moment. He has been busy with school, so he hasn’t been too focused on sex.

Anyways, to answer the question, there are a lot of differences between my first and last experiences. Back then I had no idea what I was doing. Now, I know exactly what I am doing and love to prolong my technique. I definitely have more experience and knowledge about sex and masturbation. I don’t feel as guilty after sexy encounters.

Both first and last encounters are different because of the partner. The partner I am currently with took things a lot slower than the first. The first shared many firsts with me, where my last and I don’t have very many firsts together, if any. In a way my first encounter was more special, but my last was way hotter. Both memories are fuzzy though, one was just because it was over 10 years ago, the other because I had consumed a lot of alcohol beforehand.

Cringeworthy

**This is not a sexy post. It is quite horrible actually, but I am writing it anyways just so that I can look back on what an idiot I was. Read at your own discretion.**

A few weeks ago on a Friday night I went to Andy’s after work. The plan was for us to go grocery shopping, cook dinner, and enjoy a night of video games and movies. We got about halfway through the list, but then I fucked up horribly.

I got drunk. Neither of us realized how much I really had until it was too late. I fell a lot. I told him I loved him for the first time. No, I didn’t just say that because I was drunk. I had plans of saying it before I even thought of alcohol that night. I just poorly misjudged his readiness. To his credit, he took it well, and apologized for not feeling the same way.

I don’t remember much of that night. I don’t remember how I told him, or when I did. I just know that I did. Then once I sobered up, I brought it up again and told him there was no pressure to say it back, that I just wanted him to know how I felt.

Sometime after telling him how I felt, I got sick all over his kitchen and bathroom. I fell some more. I was too drunk to clean it up myself and he had to do. I feel horrible, and I hate that I let myself get that inebriated that night.

He finally got me to scoot into the shower where I sat in the water. I don’t remember getting in the shower, but I have a small memory of finally being cleaned off and standing up, drying off.He finished the cleaning and brought me my overnight bag with pajamas and tooth brush.

We went to bed and I woke up with a hang over from hell and covered in bruises from falling so much. I still have a fucked up right shoulder. Every time we hang out now he will rub on it a bit, and it is finally starting to ease up on the pain. Unfortunately I had such a bad hangover that I couldn’t really go home until late Saturday night.

He says that that night doesn’t change how he feels about me, and he cares for me a lot. I am embarrassed that he had to see that and deal with that.