Hopefully, Soon

***Below is a post I wrote last April about a time J and I met up and things happened…and didn’t happen***

It had been a long week. Just when I was starting to forget about J and try to move on, I started missing him like crazy, missing the things we did, missing how well we fit together. I had just come home from doing errands Friday night when I opened Skype to see a wall of text form J.

Basically he was feeling better than he was and he wanted to give being friends a try. I messaged him immediately and got a response soon after. We chatted and made small talk. I asked if he would be interested in hanging out, chatting and watching movies that night. When he asked where I had in mind, I said he could come here or I could go there. He said coming here would be best.

I quickly cleaned my room while he stepped away from the computer to take a shower. When he was back I gave him directions. I met him outside and we walked to my door. I quickly introduced him to my roommate and her boyfriend before leading him to my room.

Once inside I shut the door and we hugged. It was a quick and awkward hug, neither of us knowing what to do or say next. We picked a movie and while I put it in, he took off his shoes and got comfy on my bed. I laid down next to him, and we spooned watching the movie, him being the big spoon.

It still amazes me how well we fit together. With as much emotional hell he puts me through when he disappears from my life, I feel so content and happy in his arms. I never want it to end.

Throughout the movie we just layed there, his hand moving up and down my side and hip. I smiled at his touch, enjoying the feel of his hand on me. I turned my head around and smiled up at him. He smiled back and leaned down to kiss me. I aimed my lips upward to meet his. Our lips lingered for a second then split away.

I felt him scoot closer, as close as we could be since we were already spooning. He pulled me close to him and I snuggled in comfortably against his chest. He leaned up and whispered in my ear.

“Can I play with your boobs?” he asks,

“Of course,” I say, leaning back so that my cleavage was exposed.

Slowly he reached out a hand and started massaging and rubbing my breasts. First my right, then my left, then both. My breathing got deeper, and I watched his face, loving the way he smiled and bit his lip nervously. I leaned up and we kissed again, this time letting our tongues touch and gently massage each other.

I arched my back and he pulled me closer to him, getting a bit rougher with my tits. He asked if we could take off my bra. Immediately I sat up and unhooked the back and slid the straps out through my sleeves, the tossing it across the room. I lay back and he lifted my shirt so that my tits were exposed. He grinned and leaned down to let his mouth explore them.

I reached my hands up and wrapped them around him, scratching his back, sliding my hands up his neck and running my fingers through his hair. As his mouth explored my chest, his hands explored my legs and hips.

“I love your legs,” he said under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear.

By this time I am facing him, our hands exploring each other. I had my hand on his leg and slowly moved it to his noticeable erection. I traced the tip with my index finger, then took it with my finger tips and moved them up. I moved my hands up to his belt and started to undo it. He moved my hands and quickly undid the belt himself, then his jeans button. I pulled down his zipper and rubbed his cock from the outside of his boxers.

He moaned softly and I took that as encouragement. I removed my hand and started to pull his pants off. He arched his back and they came off easily. Next we undid my pants and I tossed them aside. We were now just in our shirts and underwear.

I put my hand in his boxers and wrapped my hand around his cock. It felt so good in my hands, but I wanted it in my mouth. I pulled down his boxers and looked up at him. I knew he had never had a blowjob before, so I wanted to tread carefully.

“Do you want me to suck it?” I asked sweetly.

“If you would like,” he replied nervously. That was all I needed to hear.

I moved myself down so that I could curl up next to his cock. I took my time, not wanting it to be too intense. I began by licking the tip with my tongue, then slowly lowering my lips around it. Massaging my tongue around his shaft I worked my magic. I knew that if I gave good enough head, he would come back for more, preferably sooner, rather than later.

I was slow at my rhythm of bobbing my head up and down, circling his cock with my tongue. I heard him moan a little louder this time, then things like, “Oh my God,” and “That feels amazing.” Once I had a good rhythm and I felt like he was ready, I started bobbing a little bit faster, this time adding suckage.

I looked up and smiled at him, taking his cock in my hand and jerk it for a bit to give my neck and jaw a small break. When I sat up, he sat up well and kissed me more, our tongues exploring again. He leaned me back onto the bed and got between my legs, grinning wide.

He took his cock and began to rub the head on the wetness of my panties. Just feeling that, the floodgates opened. I got so much more wetter and my pussy ached to have him inside me. I was so ready for him. I lifted my hips up, to try and get more of him, even though my panties prevented him from getting any more inside me.

“Do you want me to get a condom?” I asked excitedly.

“Sure,” he said, smiling.

I reached into my drawer next to me and pulled one out. I opened it and took it out, determining which way it rolled down. As I began to put it on, I started to notice difficulty. At first I thought it just wasn’t rolling from being inside out, but then I realized that he was losing stiffness. I felt horrible for the guy, and wasn’t quite sure what to do. I finally just stopped and threw the condom in the trash.

“I don’t think I’m ready,” he said sadly.

“That’s okay, no worries. I am sorry if I went to far,” I said awkwardly, the pit of my stomach dropping, knowing he would probably leave soon now, not knowing when I will see him again.

“Let’s just cuddle some more and finish the movie,” he said.

We went back to cuddling, but no more petting. We didn’t lay as closely, though we were still spooning. I was incredibly horny, and all I wanted was dick in me. I tried to forget about it, hoping that my gut was wrong about him disappearing again soon.

Before the movie ended he sat up. He said he was tired from working all day and wanted to go home. We got dressed and hugged and kissed one last time as I walked him outside.

It has been a month now since, I have last seen him, but I have heard from him twice. The first time he sent me a dick pic, telling me he was thinking of me sucking it. A week later he sent me a text asking to hang out. He ended up cancelling on me and I haven’t heard from him since. That was a week and a half ago. I can only hope that I hear from him soon.

Birthday Sex

Eight days before my birthday and I could not stop thinking about how horny I was and how long it had been since the last time I had sex. It had been over 5 months and I missed it. I became determined to have sex on or near my birthday.

I spent a couple days thinking about it, and decided to text D, even though we hadn’t spoken in months because he has been so busy. I may have sounded a little bit blunt in my message:

Me: I have the 9th-17th off from work and my birthday is the 14th. Any of those days do you think we could hang out, even possibly have sex? I would love to give you a bj.

Him: Maybe, let me check my schedule

Me: Lol, sorry if that seemed a bit blunt.

Him: Lol, it’s fine, good to know your intentions

We chatted a bit back and forth, talking about how the other one was doing, what we’ve been up to. A few texts later he went to bed.

A few days later he texted me about this coming Saturday night. I said I was free and he asked me to come over to his place around 9:30 and bring condoms. I couldn’t help but have a small hope that things would turn into another threesome with his roommate, though I was happy with the idea of just him.

Saturday morning was finally here and he texted me. He said he had a fun idea for that night and to show up at his work instead. I was a bit nervous the rest of the day, stomach doing somersaults every time I tried to guess what he had in mind. I guessed that he either wanted to have sex outside in the woods around his workplace or even inside his work. Scary, paranoid thoughts crossed my mind all day.

I was getting antsy the longer I waited, trying to kill time. I took a shower, brushed and flossed my teeth, shaved, rinsed and dried off, slowly got dressed (taking pics while I did so for your viewing pleasure). It was finally time to go.

As I was about 5 minutes away (and right on time), he texted me to let me know he was all set up. The road was dark and I was having a hard time judging where his work might be, but eventually I saw it and pulled up in time before passing it. He told me to follow his car. We drove about 30 feet, behind the building and came up to an old, abandoned looking house.

We parked our cars, turned them off, and got out. He said that this was the house he was working on in his spare time. The first thing he did was come up and give me a hug, then began kissing me the way I love to be kissed; lots of sucking on my bottom lip. After a few great seconds of kissing he led me to the porch where there was a lit candle waiting. He picked up the candle and opened the door, letting me go first so that I had light to see my way. Once we stepped inside he said that my surprise was up stairs and pointed the way, holding the candle so that I could see.

As I climbed the stairs I was reminded of a movie I used to love as a kid (and still do) called Teen Witch. In the movie there is a scene where she goes on a hike with her crush and they end up at an abandoned house that has candles lighting the way up the stairs to a bedroom with a mat in the middle. The room was lined with candles and the couple made love. Obviously as a (pre)teen movie, they did not show anything graphic, but it was obvious what they were doing.

Everything seemed so identical, minus the candlelit stairs, the hike, and the “couple.” D followed closely behind me and asked me what I thought. I said I loved it and told him about how it reminded me of that movie. He said he wanted to make it memorable, since I mentioned my birthday was approaching.

The chatting didn’t last long, as I was soon in his arms, kissing each other, nibbling on our necks and running our hands over each other. I felt his hard cock press into me and I reached down and stroked the massive bulge in his jeans.

He gently eased me onto the makeshift mat/sofa seat. Once I was sitting down and comfortable he pulled his huge cock out of his pants for me to suck. The place I was sitting was the perfect height to let me suck him for a long time comfortably without any neck strain.

I sucked for at least 10-15 minutes, varying my rhythm, pace, and sucking. I wrapped my left hand around the base and put my right hand around the back of his thigh, pulling him somewhat closer. I went from licking around his head to taking as much of his cock as I could into my mouth. Every so often I would lift my eyes to see the look of pleasure on his face.

Eventually he pulled me up and we started kissing and nibbling some more, all the while getting our shirts off. He began to feel my tits, then pulling them out of their cups in the negligee I was wearing to suck on my nipples. It amazed me how much sensation I felt, since before the piercings I used to feel nothing. He went from my right tit to my left and sucked on it, massaging with his hand the breast that was not in his mouth.

Eventually all his clothes were off and I was just in my negligee and thong. I grabbed the condoms out of my purse (they were in a tupperware to prevent breakdown) and set them to the side for later. He sat down on an edge of seat and pulled me down to him where he wrapped his arm around me to kiss some more. He ran his hand up my leg and began rubbing his fingers on my crotch, eventually pulling the thong aside and fingering me while rubbing my wetness over my clit.

D scooted back on the makeshift bed and layed down, his cock completely exposed and asked me to “give him some more of that great head.” I was more than happy to do so and sat down at the end and wrapping my left hand around him again. Using my right hand for support, I bent my head down and went back to work.

I started by licking the tip of his head, then slowly took his cock into my mouth inch by inch. I started a slow bob of my head, then once I had a good rhythm, I sped up, all the while massaging my tongue onto his base. I practiced trying to relax my throat to take in more of him, but I couldn’t hold it for very long. I went back to licking, sucking, and massaging with my tongue.

After another good ten minutes and trying to not kill my wrist that was supporting me, I changed positions. While doing so he sat up and kissed me more, this time exploring my mouth with his tongue. I rubbed my tongue along his, taking in his hungry kisses. Once I was settled in my position, I went back to sucking his cock.

This position was not as comfortable as the last, and my left wrist felt weaker than my right, making it harder to support myself with it. I ignored the lack of comfort and put the most I have ever put into a blowjob, not knowing when the next time might be that I have a cock in my mouth. I relished in hearing his moans of encouragement, looking up at him when he made a sound.

With probably a good 30-45 minutes of sucking all together, it was time to have sex. He stood up and helped me up so that I could get out of my thong. We decided that he would get me warmed up by being on top first, then we would switch. While he stood in front of my I slid the condom on.

I leaned back on the makeshift bed and he climbed on top. My legs naturally wrapped around him as he slid his cock into my now very wet pussy. He started with slow thrusts, but quickly sped up. It felt so good having him inside me, pounding my pussy. He had to keep slowing down to pace himself, since I got him so worked up with that blowjob.

Each thrust landed deep inside me and I felt it in my cervix because of his size. There was more pleasure than hurt though, as each hit made me clench tighter, feeling closer and closer to a climax. I felt myself building, but I just could not reach that peak.

Eventually D reached his climax, even with him pacing himself. I told him how good that was, we got dressed, toured the rest of the house, chatted a bit more, then went our seperate ways after one last hug and kiss.

I treated this sex like it was the last time for a long time. I have no idea when I will do anything again, but I am ok with that. This was definitely a memorable enough experience that I will be sexually satisfied for a while. D said that when he is done with the house then he will have more time to hang out. That will be nice, but he’s still got a lot to do.

Either way, this goes down in my mind as one of the best experiences I have ever had. Thanks D!

Mount’n Dew

“What would you like to drink?” D texted as we were making plans to hang out the next night, this time at his place.

“Mount n dew me, please,” I texted back. There was definitely a double meaning there. I wanted to drink mountain dew, and I wanted him to do me.

“Can do,” he replied, with a wink.

The next night I arrived right on time, met his room mate and got the grand tour of the place. We ate dinner (he cooked roast and potatoes in the crock pot). It was delicious.

We all chatted for a bit, until D pounced on his room mate (who was sitting on his bed in the living room). We all got into a tickle fight, his room mate (who I will call Brad) being the one being tickled.

When Brad couldn’t take it anymore, we all calmed down and settled to watch some shows on Netflix. I made myself at home by sitting up next to Brad along his headboard. D turned out the lights and we all sat back and relaxed.

At one point during the show, one of the characters said something about doing things to unsuspecting people in the dark. I looked at Brad, grinned, and said “Like tickling!” and attempted to tickle him. He grabbed my hand and held it down. We ended up holding hands, with him eventually snuggling up next to me. It was nice.

After a few episodes, D came over and sat with us. He attempted to harrass Brad, but Brad stopped him. I rested my right leg on D’s lap, with my left leg behind him. He began rubbing my foot, travelling up my leg, eventually rubbing the inside seam of my crotch. My breathing got heavier.

Brad snuggled up closer and began rubbing his hand all over my cheeks, neck, and chest. I just laid back and relaxed, no longer paying attention to the show.

Brad began kissing the side of my face, while D situated himself between my legs, kissing and nibbling up my legs, to my inner thighs, the rubbing of my crotch getting heavier, along with my breathing.

Brad had me sit up and began to take of my shirt. D went for my pants. I was now only wearing my black lacy negligee. D and I kissed, then, Brad and I kissed. I reached up to unbutton D’s shirt. He got that wild, sexy look in his eyes that turns me on (I was already way turned on at this point. I could feel my wet pussy throb in anticipation of what was going to happen next.

Brad got my tits over the built in bra cups and began sucking on my left tit while D went for my right. I reached out my hands and began to feel and rub their awaiting hard ons. While D was sucking on my tit, he moved the cloth of my underwear to the side and began fingering me, then rubbing my juices around my clit. I arched my back and Brad began kissing my neck and chest.

D got up to run to his room to get condoms. While D was getting condoms, Brad got his pants off, as well as his boxers. D came back and undid his pants, then slid off my thong. Brad took off my negligee. I was completely naked and the guys were just wearing shirts.

As D mounted me, I took Brad’s cock into my hand. I began (attempting) to jerk him off while D fucked me. They both felt good. It was such a turn on to have a dick in my hand while another was in my pussy. D and I kissed, and then he bent his head to whisper in my ear that he wanted me to suck him. I said okay and he pulled out.

I moved the pillows to the foot board and leaned against those. D took off his condom (green apple flavor I think) and I began to suck while Brad got his condom on. I helped him guide his cock into me while I suckled on D’s. It was hot; I was doing my two favorite things at once. I had cock in my pussy and mouth.

After Brad had his orgasm, D put on a fresh condom and climbed back on top of me. We kissed a lot more, and under his breath he whispered how hot I was that night. I thanked him and kissed him some more. D soon had his orgasm, and we all got dressed.

It was a great night, and I definitely hope it can happen again. Also, Because there were so many things going on in the heat of the moment, I feel like I have missed a lot of details. This may or may not be true. Either way, it was hot. Thank you D and Brad!

One Last Boorah

I normally never loan my movies out, yet stupidly I let Toby borrow some DVDs over a month ago. I kept asking for them back, but he always conveniently forgot whenever he said he planned to drop them off. I started to think I would never see them again, until the other night he actually remembered.

The night before he dropped them off, he kept texting me, asking how far things could go. I told him nothing sexual. He was disappointed, but he kept pushing, asking for specifics. I finally agreed to breast play, kissing and cuddling. I didn’t want any of those, but I figured that was the only way to get my movies back.

I was surprised when he showed up and handed me my movies. We stood there talking, until I got tired of standing and went to go sit on my bed. He sat with me.

Randomly, he asked me if I was ticklish. I answered yes and moved my foot out of his reach. He seemed to have taken that as a sign and reached out to tickle my leg. I kicked and he pinned me down. I was laughing by this time, and he was laughing too, asking how ticklish I really was.

My most ticklish spots are my sides, feet, and underarms. He found them of course. I was laughing so much it was getting hard to breath. My body gave up the struggle and I just relaxed, giggling. He pulled himself closer and kissed me.

I have to say, he has the bottom lip sucking down, but everything else was bad. His breath was stale, and he seemed to produce too much saliva, if that makes any sense. I went with it anyway, and kissed him back.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he took off my shirt, checking out my piercings. He felt my up a bit, kissing me some more.

He then ran his hands around my back, which automatically began to itch. I asked him to scrath. He said he would if I gave him a back massage after. I am a sucker for having my back scratched, so I agreed. He scratched, and it felt great.

He then told me to lay down on my stomach. When I was down, he gave me a back massage. It had been years since someone had given me a massage. Will was never really into massages, nor were my fuck buddies. Ex #4 was the only one who really tried.

He rubbed deep into my muscles, loosening them up from all my stress I have been under. Sometimes he went a little too deep, and I told him not to rub so deep. He made some kind of sexual reference that I ignored. I think it was something like “You don’t know what deep is, do you?” Like I said, i ignored him, while all the time thinking how deep D can get into me without even trying. Those thoughts got me wishing he was here instead, because then I could have sex. Sure, Toby wanted to fuck me, but it wasn’t happening. I wasn’t that desperate.

Anyways, when he was done massaging my back, he switched places with me. My back felt like butter, it was so relaxed. I gave him his massage he wanted, and several times I had to make sure he was still awake. He said it was very relaxing.

Massaging him brought back memories from high school and junior high, where I used to give my friends and family massages all the time. I used to want to be a masseuse, but my parents kind of killed that dream by not being very supportive.

After I was done, I put my shirt back on because I was cold. He tried to take it off again, but I wouldn’t let him. He started tickling me again, trying to get under my shirt. He kissed me again, then said that he didn’t want to over stay his welcome, and left. Just like that. For only the second time out of how many times we hung out, I actually enjoyed being around him.

The horn dog in me almost wished I had decided to have sex, since I didn’t get any when D was over the night before, but the bigger part of me was glad i resisted. I went to work that night and got several messages typed and erased asking D to come over and fuck me after he got off work the next night, but chickened out with each one and deleted them.

I know I won’t be getting any this week, as I am moving on Wednesday. I believe this post is scheduled for Thursday, though. Anyways, I may not be able to post much, but I will try. Until next time…

Lucky

We mentioned a quickie in our texting last week, but at the time we didn’t have enough time to be that quick. He said that if I was lucky, on Sunday he would come over after he got off work, before I went to work.

I woke up Sunday afternoon feeling very lucky. I brushed my hair, put on my sexiest red thong, and favorite red negligee. Over those I put on some blue jeans and a very see through, low-cut white shirt. “Yeah, that doesn’t look obvious,” I chuckled to myself as I played with the lighting in my room, waiting for him to arrive.

There would be no time for our usual ice breaker movie/dinner. Oh, how I wanted to jump his bones, but a small part of me was nervous inside still, my shy side. He gave a light knock on the door.

I opened the door to let him in, and before I even had the door shut, his lips were on mine. He kissed me on the mouth, sucking on my bottom lip,  traveling to my neck, nibbling, biting, and kissing all over.

I led him over to my bed, where I took off his sweater, and then his shirt, running my hands and nails all over his back. I took off my white shirt and tossed it to the side.

“Ooo, that’s sexy,” he said, seeing my negligee and smiling before kissing me some more.

“Mmm, thank you,” I replied as I undid his belt and pants to let them fall down. We kissed some more, and he started rubbing between my legs. I pulled down his underwear and began massaging his cock with my hand. He carefully lifted off my negligee, being mindful of my still fresh nipple piercings.

I gently pushed him onto the bed and motioned for him to lay back against the pillows. Once he was situated, I sat next to him, leaned over his cock and went to work with my mouth. I teased the tip with my tongue, and as my tongue moved lower, so did my mouth. I used my left hand/wrist to hold me up, while I used my right hand to hold the base of his cock. I tried to multitask by stroking it up and down while sucking on the head, but could not keep up the rhythm.

I changed my tongue rhythm, and changed my bobbing rhythm. I loved hearing him moan in pleasure. As I sucked, he ran his hand over my leg and thigh. Oh, that felt so nice.

Because my wrist became numb from using it to hold myself up, I sat up and smiled at him. He pulled himself forward and kissed me some more, massaging my tits with his hands, careful of my piercings. His kisses got deeper and more passionate, even thrusting his tongue in my mouth. I went nuts and kissed him back even more aggressively, gently nibbling and sucking on his bottom lip.

After we calmed down from the kissing, I went back to work, this time curling myself up next to him, using a pillow as support. I wrapped my left hand around the base of his cock and lowered my mouth, teasing and licking with my tongue on his head. Slowly, I took more of him in my mouth and began bobbing my head up and down his hard cock. He started moaning for my again, and running his hand over the parts of my body he could reach.

I sucked him for another good 5 minutes (maybe more, I was not trying to look at the time), until my neck started to cramp from the movements it was not used to. I sat up, and we kissed some more. He moved his body so that he was next to me, wrapping his arm around my waist, to pull me in for a closer kiss.

After making out for a minute or two, he sat up to remove my pants. He ran his finger along my pussy, feeling my clit, then dipping two fingers into my very wet vagina. He thrusted his fingers in and out, slowly at first, then picking up speed when I got even wetter. He moved his now soaked fingers and rubbed circles around my clit, using the slightest pressure at first, and applying more as each small circle completed. He was kissing me at the same time his fingers were playing with my pussy.

Soon, his fingers were back inside me, fucking me even faster. “Mmm, that feels so good,” I moaned softly. With that, he sat up once more and reached for a condom at the side of my bed. Once it was on, he asked me if I wanted to be on top. I said “Sure, though I haven’t had much experience with it,” I answered slowly. “Thats ok, I’ll warm you up,” he said, and with that he entered me.

His first thrust banged my head against the footboard of my bed, so he grabbed my hips and scooted me down. He thrust into me again, this time without my head hitting anything. He picked up his pace and went to work.

I scratched my fingers down his back as his cock pounded my pussy, both of us breathing heavily and moaning. It had been a long time since my breathing became audible and I moaned during sex. It felt amazing. I did not try to quiet myself, though I did not get too loud.

He thrust deep, he thrust shallow. He moved his hips from side to side, letting his cock get every angle of my pussy. He rode me, and he rode me hard. I felt the pressure of my g-spot fill, as his cock tends to hit my g-spot perfectly. I tried to ignore the sensation that sometimes felt overwhelming, and concentrated on the good. I wrapped my hands around the footboard of my bed, moving my body with his, moaning and breathing heavily.

After a very amazing 15 minutes (at least, possibly more), he was ready to cum. He pulled me closer, and bent his head to kiss me, then gave several last deep, slow thrusts. We kissed some more, then I hurried to get dressed for work, and him for home. We chatted a bit, then it was time to go.

I was in a great mood that night, grinning from ear to ear. One coworker asked why I was glowing. I told them I was just in a really good mood from having an awesome day. I think everyone knew, or at least had an idea that I had just gotten VERY lucky in bed. I have to say that was some of the best sex I have had in over 2 years. Thank you D, you are great! 😀

Review: Flower Balm

Sensation heightening gels/creams have never really done much for me, but I always keep an open mind, ready and willing to try something new. That is why I took the chance to review the Flower Balm when Babeland offered.

After a few days of waiting, I finally got a package from Babeland. The balm tin comes in a little cardboard box. I was pleased to find that the tin was fairly easy to open, unlike many other balm tins I have seen.

At first whiff, the scent of the Flower Balm seemed slightly pleasant. However, after several more sniffs, the smell almost seemed kind of gross. The scent/flavor of the balm is mandarin mint.

Nonetheless, I decided to give the balm a try anyways, ignoring the smell. I dipped my finger into the balm and collected a generous amount on my finger. I started by rubbing some of the balm on my nipples. I definitely felt them being rubbed, but no balm.

Next, I rubbed the rest of the balm onto my clit. I rubbed for a few seconds, but felt nothing. After about 30 seconds, though, my nipples began to feel cold. Just a few short seconds after, my clit began to feel cold as well. It felt like someone was blowing cold air onto both my clit and nipples.

Unfortunately, that was the only thing I felt from the balm. It didn’t increase sensation in neither my clit nor my nipples. The cool sensation felt nice, but not nice to help me finish the job faster.

The balm was easy to wash off, just use warm water and soap. I think that if I was more sensitive in the nipples and clit, I may have a different opinion about the balm. The truth is though, the balm really didn’t do the trick. However, that does not mean I will stop using it. It will definitely help spice things up later in the bedroom once I find a partner to play with.

One Afternoon Stand

About a week before my birthday, Forbidden Fruit informed me that his best friend (who we will call Eric) was coming into town for a few days and his birthday present to me was that Eric and I are able to fool around. He said Eric was very into it, and had never done anything before, not even kiss. I must admit, I was intrigued. I told him I would think about it.

Timing never seemed to be right the whole time that Eric was in town, but finally on his last day here, Forbidden Fruit called to see if I was home and that my mom was gone. She was, so he said they would be over soon. Within that hour, there was a knock on my door and I let the two guys in.

It started out very awkward, as both Eric and I were very shy. I didn’t know what he wanted, what he was okay with, etc. Forbidden Fruit helped by pushing the right buttons on me, knowing how to get me worked up. He then had us each take turns removing an article of clothing.

The first thing to go was the shoes and socks, next was our shirts. Eric seemed intrigued by my pierced nipples. There was a lot of nervous giggling, but finally Forbidden Fruit was able to go sit in the corner (the condition of us hooking up was that he got to watch, out of curiosity), and Eric’s and my hormones finally kicked in.

It started with Eric caressing my tits, squeezing and twisting my nipples (so much better with the piercings). Next he bent his head down and began to suck on my right tit, flicking the piercing with his tongue. I let out a small moan, as I had never felt sensation like that before the piercings. For the first time ever my nipple began to feel over stimulated. He soon switched over to the other nipple and began to work on it.

By this time we were both incredibly worked up. However, there was one small detail I failed to mention to them at the beginning of this. Thanks to Mother Nature, I had some female issues that prevented me to do some things that I wanted to do, or let be done. I was not happy about this, making me hesitant to do much more.

I knew I had to say something, so I used the excuse of not being ready to “go all the way,” but was willing to go down on Eric. He seemed eager enough, and it didn’t take long for him to take off his pants and me get a hold of his cock. I made it nice and hard by massaging it.

I bent my head down and went to work. I licked and teased the tip of his cock with tongue, flicking and licking, swirling my tongue around so that my mouth was finally filled with cock.

Bobbing my head up and down on his hard cock, I would try to remember to stimulate his balls and nipples every so often. I continued to suck, and to switch it up a bit, I would remove my mouth and lightly blow on him. He moaned. I bent my head a little further and sucked on each ball, one at a time.

To tease him a little bit, I stopped sucking and starting kissing and biting my way up his chest, paying specific attention to his nipples. He moaned in pleasure. I looked up and asked if he was ok with actual kissing. He said it sounded good.

I positioned myself so that my face was inches from his and went for it. It started as a light peck, but then we pecked some more, each kiss getting a little bit longer. After a few kisses we began full on making out, sucking on each other’s lips and tongues. That was the best kiss I ever had.

After a while of kissing, I went back to sucking his cock.

Soon after though, we realized the time. He didn’t have time to finish and my mom was due home any minute. We stopped, got dressed, and went with Forbidden Fruit to get coffee and lunch.

Used

I told him I would be out in just a few minutes. I turned off WoW (shock, I know), and got dressed, making sure to wear a red thong and a sexy bra. I gathered up my keys, cell phone, put my shoes on, left a note on my bedroom door, and tiptoed out of the apartment.

We drove to his house, but his mom was still up, so he decided he did not want to go in until she went to bed. He asked if it was ok to just drive around. I said sure, and we did. Eventually he found a parking lot and he pulled in and we just talked.

We talked about when we messed around last time, how I liked it, how he liked it, how it could have been better, what things we like and don’t like. It was good that we talked, because I think it was something I needed. It made me relax a little.

Three came around and we drove back to his place. His mom was in bed by then so we snuck into his room. We stood there talking for a few minutes, trying to ease the atmosphere.

After a few minutes, he placed his hands on my breasts and started to squeeze and fondle. He then stuck his hands under my shirt and lifted my tits out of my bra to fondle with them more. When he got a little too rough with my nipples, I reminded him, and he then took a good look at my piercings and smiled.

He lowered his head to my right nipple and began to lick, suck and tease it. Holy shit, I have never felt anything like that on my nipples before. They used to be so insensitive, but I could feel the bar move around on the nerves inside and it felt amazing. Our breathing started to get heavy.

Next, he reached to undo my jeans. My belt got in the way and I had to help him get it undone. Slowly he slid my pants down and felt for my thong. I took off my shirt while he turned me around so that I could feel his hard cock pressing against the small of my back.

He wrapped his arms around me, feeling my tits, feeling my ass. Suddenly he grabbed my ass like no one has before and squeezed. That sent me over the edge and my breathing picked up even more.

He turned me around again, and we kissed. We kissed all over, and I found his neck, nibbling just a little bit, then sucking slightly. He did the same.

He would whisper in my ear how I liked things. I couldn’t speak, only give a soft moan of agreement. He would reach behind me and grab my ass over and over, squeezing.

Finally after about ten minutes he asked if I was ready. Oh yes. He undid his jeans and his hard cock was ready and waiting. I got down on my knees and ran my tongue around the tip, slowly easing it into my mouth.

Way too soon it felt like, he came in my mouth. I had no way to get rid of it so I had to swallow. It was definitely not the best, but not the worst I have tasted. All in all I am a little disappointed. I sucked him for not even a minute when he came, then he was zipping his pants back up. It was time to go. It was over, and I was used.

I got dressed and he took me home. We will see how I feel in the morning, but right now I am feeling a little annoyed. Annoyed at myself, a little annoyed at him. I was trying to say no, but he pushed me. I finally agreed, and damnit, it was hot. But was 20 minutes of hotness really worth feeling used?

Hot

I heard from her boyfriend she likes wild sex. I heard from her she likes it rough. I never pictured us doing anything, just because she never showed any interest in women. That is, until the day she told me had urges.

After a few days talking back and forth, we decided to try a strap on.

Now, whenever I picture it, it’s hot; her fucking me, on top of me. Biting and kissing my neck, me grabbing and scratching her back; lifting my hips up and down, taking in more of her.

I think of this image when I masturbate now. I think her name over and over, closing my eyes tight to hold onto the image of her biting, kissing, and fucking me. I think of her as I cum, calling out her name in an orgasmic moan.

Slippery When Wet

This weekend I had a guest. We will call her Sarah. Sarah is the one that helped me discover my bicuriousity, as well as helped me experiment. We had not done anything in a while, as every time we made plans something would come up to prevent us from getting together.

This weekend was definitely worth the lack of sleep if you know what I mean. On the night in question, she came over. We went to dinner, then the mall, then made a quick stop at the local sex toy store. That is where I got my plug.

We got back to my place, and we had two hours by ourselves. We took turns taking a shower (solo, just in case someone got home early).When we were done, she instructed me to get on my bed. I did as told, and we began caressing each other’s breasts, squeezing and pinching at nipples. We like it rough.

She then let her hand travel downwards and began to search out my clit. She found it with ease. I gasped, feeling her hand rubbing my wet pussy and clit. I did the same for her. She stuck her finger in my now dripping wet pussy.

“Mmmm, you are soo wet. I like that. Now get out a toy and let me fuck you with it.”

I happily obeyed, grabbing my favorite glass cock. It slid in with ease. She fucked me in two positions, one while I am on my back, another while I am on my hands and knees in the doggy style position.

While she fucked me when I was on my back, legs spread wide apart, I put my bullet to my clit. Within minutes I was cumming.