From Baby Steps to Doing it All

I made sure to get off work early so that I had sufficient time to get ready for Andy to come over for dinner. I did some last minute cleaning and a quick shower before I started on dinner. I started to get a little concerned when I hadn’t heard from him by the time dinner was just about done. Finally he texted, but after the time we had scheduled. He over slept and was on his way.

After driving to 3 different places for wine, he finally showed up 2 hours later. I would have been annoyed, but I was just glad he didn’t cancel like everyone else would have. We watched some of the anime he loaned me while we ate. Eventually my roommate came out to cook her dinner, but thankfully kept to herself. After she was done cooking, she left us to go to her friend’s.

We finished the anime and decided to go play my Super Nintendo. We chose Donkey Kong, one of our child hood favorites. We  did pretty good at first, but the wine snuck up on us and we kept dying. After dying for what felt like the twentieth time on my favorite level, I tossed the remote aside and leaned over him smiling. I leaned a little closer and we kissed. One kiss turned into three, then I lost count as we began to make out.

The background music of the game got irritating after a while, so we stopped kissing long enough to turn it off. As soon as it was off, we went right back to kissing, this time clothing was getting removed. There was a lot of heavy petting, and eventually he was delighted to have found my nipple piercings.

Soon we were naked and I told him where my condoms were, as he had my pinned down. The sex was good and hot. It was rough than I had ever experienced, but I found it thrilling and exciting. My chest and neck are covered in hickeys and bruises, a nice reminder of the other night.

After sex, we hopped in the shower and rinsed off our sweaty and hot bodies. We kissed and nibbled some more.

Once out of the shower we got dressed and cuddled on my bed talking. I gathered up the courage and asked what we were, asking if he considered us boyfriend and girlfriend. I was happy to hear him say yes, that neither of us do friends with benefits.

I was up 24 hours by the time I got in bed that morning, but it was well worth it. The next night I hung out at his place for a few hours before he had to go to bed. He cooked dinner again and we had some fresh brownies. I probably won’t see him until after this is posted. I am excited to see where this goes.

Orgasm Count of 2016

My number is low this year, lower than any other since I started counting my orgasms. 

I finally have a way to keep track of them. Before, I would have an orgasm and then try to remember to update my counting widget. Now I just click my counter after every orgasm.

This year’s count is so low m9stly because I spent most of the year on an emotional roller coaster. I went through a depression that was worse than when I had my car accident in 2014. I figured out it was my (pill) birth control, which I immediately stopped taking. 

Once the depression lifted, my libido came back. I started dating and I masturbated even more. 

So, my final orgasm count for 2016 is 101. 

Taking Him Home

“I want to take you home with me, but I am not sure if I am ready to have sex yet,” I told H in the crowded karaoke bar. We were on the date I mentioned in my previous post. I was horny, but not quite sure how far I wanted to go with him.

“That is perfectly fine. We can do whatever you are comfortable with,” he responded.

“I definitely want to cuddle and kiss. I want to do it in my bed though,” I admitted.

“We can totally do that,” he said.

As the karaoke wrapped up, I made my final decision to take him home with me. We snuck in quietly so as not to disturb my sleeping roommate. Once we were both settled in my room after taking turns doing our business in the bathrooms, we took off our shoes and cuddled on the bed.

We kissed and felt around each others clothed bodies. Eventually our shirts and my bra came off. He moaned in pure bliss as I scratched my nails down his back. After a while, my hands travelled to the bulge in his jeans. I rubbed his hardness, imagining how it looked outside of his pants.

“Do you want to touch it?” he asked, in almost a pleading tone.

“I am touching it,” I said in a very playful tone and a huge grin on my face, already teasing the waistband above his cock.

“No, I mean touch it without the pants in the way,” he said, not catching my joke.

I reached for the button of his jeans, but he beat me to it. I moved my hand so that his cock could escape the confines of his pants. As soon as it was free, I wrapped my hand around it and felt it pulse in my hand.

He finished taking off his pants and I wriggled out of mine. We situated ourselves back on the bed and heavy petting ensued. I rubbed his cock with enthusiasm as he fingered his way around my pussy. He was amazed at how soaking wet I was, even asking if I came a few times. I had to tell him I had never came from anything but a vibrator. He was disappointed, but finally accepted the fact, though trying to convince me to get my toy.

It was 4 in the morning when we finally decided to get some sleep. As we were laying there cuddling after the light was turned off I made a comment. I forgot the wording, but it implied that I wanted sex. Immediately he perked up and asked if I wanted to. I said yes, but I thought he wanted to sleep.

“That was before I knew we could have sex,” he said as he moved his body between my legs. I parted my legs and he began teasing my hungry cunt with his still hard cock. I lifted my hips to try and get him to slide in, but he stayed outside. When I was finally begging for hit he slid in easily.

I immediately flexed my kegel muscles around him. His thrusts started slow, but the quickly picked up. He found a nice rhythm of when his cock went deep I squeezed, letting go as he pulled back, and so forth. Damn he felt good.

He pulled back a little further and got my right leg over his shoulder, allowing him more depth. He wanted to go deeper so we folded up a pillow and slid it under my ass. Soon after he was coming hard and fast.

We fell asleep cuddling after he came back from cleaning up. When we woke up 6 hours later we had another go round at the sex. He was determined to make me orgasm, but it just wasn’t happening. My pussy was starting to feel sore anyways, since it wasn’t used to so much attention.

For most of the day way talked, cuddled and kissed. I kept saying we should get up and start the day. I had to get him home at some point, but neither of us wanted to leave the comfort of my bed and each other.

Finally in the mid afternoon we decided to get up, but not before one last quick fuck. He felt amazing as usual, but my pussy had finally had enough and was just too sore. We grudgingly got dressed and went for a bite to eat of late lunch/early dinner.

 

Because it Felt Good

I have been horny all week. i went off my birth control last month and my depression lifted, bringing back my sex drive in full force. i still masturbated, but only to have a sleep inducing orgasm. it felt ok, good enough to come, but it was never fantastic.

This morning I found out my plans got shattered for the day. i was bored and didn’t know what to do. I  have a date later tonight with H, but thats not until hours from now.

I thought about how turned on I have been. I got to thinking about the possibility of some sexy fun tonight after my date. I thought about how good my vibrator would feel on my clit.

I decided to masturbate. I figured my toy would die of a dead battery, so I wasn’t planning on an orgasm. I just wanted to feel good. I wanted to feel that pent up horniness all evening, letting it escalate so that when I got home I could take it on my date or my freshly charged toy.

As soon as I touched the soft silicone to my clit I was hooked. It felt amazing as I realized I was masturbating because it felt good, not just because I needed to fall out of sleep, or just pure habit to have an orgasm once a week.

I kept waiting for the vibration to die out, but it held strong. I started feeling close to climax and turned it off. Did i want the orgasm? of course I did, but not so soon. I was enjoying the unexplainable pleasure coursing through my body. I turned it back on with intent to finish what I started. 

I started thinking about possibly having a play partner for the night. I imagined how it would be. At what instance would I see his throbbing cock for the first time. Would he be cut or uncut? Would I get the urge to suck his dick? Would we manage to have sex? 

At the idea of him entering my dripping, wet, and achingly hungry for penetration pussy I started to feel close. I tightened my cunt, imagining him sliding in and me tightening around him. 

I felt the waves of pleasure take over my body. Pressing my vibrator into position on my clit, I moaned and rode out my orgasm in pure bliss. It felt so good.

Kisses

“So now we decide if this was a date or nondate,” he said as I pulled up to his house after dinner and a concert.

“Oh,” I replied, a bit shocked. I hadn’t even thought it was possible to be a date, just because he had never made any show of interest before. 

“A nondate we would hug or shake hands. A date we would kiss,” he explained. 

I felt a tug deep inside, but nerves kept me from blurting out date. “What are you comfortable with?” i asked shyly. 

“I am good with either one,” he stated.

Still in shock, I suggested we hug and see what happens. i wasn’t opposed to a kiss, as I had felt attracted to him from the moment of first meeting. I just never imagined he was attracted to me.

We hugged as best we could being in a car. The hug lasted and we both commented that we could  feel the week’s stress lifting away. hugging turned into cuddling and neither of us wanted to let go.

“Is your car still running?” he asked. 

“Oh, yeah, I guess it is,” I said, not really caring. He reached over and turned it off. I  reached forward and turned off the headlights. “There,” I said, smiling. 

“Have you ever had an eskimo kiss?” he asked.

“That’s where you rub your noses together, right?” I responded, knowing full well what it was while my stomach did somersaults. At this point I was dying for that kiss, but was enjoying what I assumed was his playful way of getting to that point.  

“That’s exactly what it is,” he said as I was taking my glasses off. I knew where this was going. 

 Once my glasses were off and safely on the dashboard I leaned towards him. He met me half way and our noses softly touched. We  giglled and leaned back before leaning righr back in. Our noses touched again. Before we pulled away, he planted his lips on mine. 

It was like a fiery passion that lit inside me when our lips locked and our hands began exploring. We mostly hugged and kissed, and while we were hugging I began to rub and scratch his back. I whispered in his ear to take off his jacket and he complied.

With his jacket off we were able to move more freely. His hands ventured towards my breasts and he began fweling them all over. He awkwardly tried to get his hands up my shirt, but my bra was making it impossible. I pulled back just long enough to manuever out of the bra and toss it on the back seat.

He was impressed with how quickly I got rid of the bra and wasted no time in getting  my tits in his hand. He discovered my nipple piercings and got even more excited. Before I  knew it,  my nipples were taking turns in his mouth.

In between making out and cuddling (as much as you can do in the feont of a car) we chatted  about everything. Neither of us could seem to break apart. I didn’t want to know the time because I had to be at work in a few hours.

Too soon, the night came to an end. I absolutely had to get home and try to get a tiny nap before work. We definitely plan to hang again. I got 3 hours  of a  very wakeful and restless sleep. it was so worth it.

Lessons in Geography 

We didn’t really have anywhere to go. No where private at least, that didn’t require money. Ready to take it a little bit further, test the waters, but not quite ready to bring the other home.

We ended up meeting in the mall parking lot and go from there. When he pulled up next to me I got out to greet him. We hugged and kissed briefly, then decided to warm up by walking around the mall a bit. 

We did a half lap around our tiny mall and walked back out to my car. I unlocked it and we slid into the middle seats of the minivan.

Leaning the seats back we let ourselves relax. We talked about our day, and vented about the last few days we had to spend apart. It was only date number two, but it felt like we knew each other much longer.

I couldn’t stop looking in his eyes. They were the perfect shade of milk chocolate. He would notice me looking and lean over to kiss me. It didn’t take long for us to start making out, exploring each other’s lips and tongues. I don’t normally enjoy a lot of tongue, but his was just right. I showed him how I loved having my bottom lip sucked and he happily obliged.

We couldn’t keep our hands off each other, but it was awkward finding the right positions to explore each other in. The temperature also started to make things somewhat uncomfortable. Catching my breath from his kisses, I stood up and leaned forward to turn the key in the ignition so that I could Crack the windows.

While half bending/half standing, fiddling with the windows, I felt his hand reach out and feel my waist. He slid it down my hip and Gabe a gentle smack on my ass. I grinned as I turned around and half straddled him (being careful not to put my full weight on him). I held myself up with one arm pressing on the seat, the other resting on his chest. I kissed him deeply and passionately. 

I finally made it back to my seat, and he followed. He then took his turn to straddle me. Kissing me all over, finding all the right spots. If I wasn’t already sitting I would be weak in the knees. While he kissed, I explored with my hands. I found my own sensitive spots on him to drive him wild.

Then something very sexy and intimate happened. Apparently I had found too many ticklish spots (oops :p ).

“I think it’s time for a geography lesson,” he said with a huge grin on his face as he took off his shirt. He took my hands, one in each of his, and placed them behind him on his upper back.

“Warm,” he said matter of fact lyrics. He then slid my hands down his back and rested them on the middle lower part. “Warmer,” he said simply.

He moved my hands to the top of his chest. “Still warmer,” he said before sliding to his stomach. “Very warm,” he stated. Assuming where he was going to place my hands next, he surprised me and moved them up instead, resting near his armpits. “Cold. Very cold,” he said before moving hands to the original place I had expected. “Very, very hot.”

My panties were soaked by then. I admired him in the fading light of the sunset. He was a beautiful man. I didn’t know how I had gotten so lucky. 

As much as it had cooled off outside, it was still stifling hot inside my van. I looked around and realized just how late it was getting. I also noticed how steamed up my windows were. They were like the car in the Titanic movie.  The only thing they needed was a hand print.

When we finally realized the time and were able to break away, we said our sad goodbyes. I was stuck defogging my windows for a good 10 minutes until it was clear enough to see.

Birthday Tease

After spending some time cuddling on his couch, we figured it was time to go for a dip. Once inside the hot tub house we stripped off all of our clothes. J got in first and I followed, taking his hand for support as I lowered myself in.

He floated over to the opposite side and I followed, sitting next to him. Using my right hand to keep myself somewhat still (as the water made me so buoyant), I wrapped my left hand around his already hard cock.

With a grin on my face I moved my hand up and down his length, my cunt tingling and clenching in needy anticipation. I leaned up and started kissing his neck, giving little nibbles and light sucks, then moving up to his lips where he kissed me back.

Letting go of his cock for the moment, I shifted my body so that I was straddling his lap, just as I had always fantasized. I kept up with the kisses, but this time grinding my pussy on his cock, feeling myself tingle with need with each poke of his cock.

With one arm wrapped around him for support, I used my free hand to spread my lips so that his cock could rub my clit. My muscles clenched even tighter, imagining his cock entering me for the first time in what was way too long.

He then sat up and set me on the hot tub bench and positioned himself in front of me. With the ledge supporting my neck, I wrapped my legs around him, his cock poking between between us. I loosened my grip and wiggled my hips so that his cock rested on my opening.

With one thrust he was inside me and my body relaxed around him. One pump and I gave him a squeeze. As he pulled back, I loosened my pussy grip. With his second thrust I held onto him again. One last third pump and he pulled himself out.

We kissed some more, while I said under my breath how good his cock felt inside me. Too soon we were both too hot to continue our play, so we got out and dried off. It may have just a tease, but it was just enough to give us that intimacy we desired, while being careful of being caught.

Blindsided Pt. 2

We spent the next few weeks talking, and every Friday he would come over. The first Friday I invited him over for dinner and Game of Thrones, which he planned on introducing me to. I cooked him my specialty, a Mexican lasagna. I made sure to shave and groom in all the proper places. That is when I realized how much I had let myself go.

It felt really good to put in an effort again on how I looked, felt, and even smelt. I also realized how conditioned I was when it came to preparing for someone to get me in the bedroom. I taught myself to expect naughty things when I shaved my pussy, even my legs. It was no accident when I put on matching bra and panties. I got turned on smelling my more expensive body spray when I used it.

Things went well with him and I at first. I found him sweet and respectful. He was the total opposite of the guys I tend to go for, both physically and intellectually, though we did share a few common interests. Unfortunately he had quite a bit of baggage, but I was willing to overlook it. I knew from the start not to get attached, as he was still currently living with his ex and planning on leaving the state to get back on his feet with his buddy once the funds were put together.

That first night he came over we spent a long time chatting before we actually got to eating and watching GoT. When we finally did get to watching the show, it was on my bed (as there is no other TV in the apartment). We cuddled a bit, which felt amazing. We got a little handsy, but it stayed above the waist. Towards the end of the show we found ourselves smiling at each other, not paying much attention to the show. He leaned forward and our lips touched. We shared a few more kisses throughout the rest of the evening; nothing too hot and heavy, but classy and respectful.

After a few episodes it was time for him to go home. When we got up and reached my bedroom door (that was shut because my roommate was home) he noticed my over the door toy rack. After taking great pains to hide all things naughty, I completely forgot about my rack. We kind of chuckled about it, and I explained about getting stuff to review. I then showed him a few of my favorites. I then walked him out to his car and we hugged and kissed. It was hard to say goodbye. I made a crack about how I hope he forgot something that he would have to come back for. He laughed at that and was on his way.

The next day I came home and saw his phone charger sitting where he charged his phone the day before. I chuckled to myself and texted him where it was. He came over the next day to get it. We had leftover lasagna and watched another episode, but something felt different. I got the feeling that he didn’t really want to be there. We didn’t cuddle like we did the night before. As soon as the episode was over, he was out the door, charger in hand. I messaged him later and asked what was going on and he said that I worry too much.

The next Friday he came over again, and he was extremely late, with not much care about it. I was a little annoyed, as I had dinner ready. We got into watching more GoT and cuddling. Towards the end of the evening he fell asleep. I felt a bit awkward, but I let him sleep. At the end of the episode he woke up and I suggested that he stay the night. We watched one more episode and then called it a night.

In the middle of the night I woke up to him talking. At first I thought he was talking to me, but quickly realized he was sleep talking. He kept apologizing, and when I asked what he was sorry for, he took my hand and placed it on his hard cock.

I couldn’t help myself and started rubbing him everywhere; his cock, legs, and stomach. He started to wake up then (more than he already was) and began to kiss me. He told me it was getting to be too warm, so I suggested that we strip a bit. He agreed to that and removed several layers of clothes. It wasn’t long before were were both in our underwear.

We began feeling each other all over, exploring where we didn’t explore before. He found my nipples and was very excited to find out that they were pierced. I put my hand on his stomach and moved down to his cock, my index finger circling his head, then moving up and down the shaft, feeling his length.

“You’re playing with fire,” he said in a playful voice.

“You don’t want me to?” I asked innocently.

“Oh, I do, but I think we should wait,” he said hesitantly.

“Heh, damn. Ok,” I responded, a little defeated.

We continued to cuddle and slept nearly naked in each other’s arms the rest of the night. He woke up early the next morning for work and I walked him to his car after we got dressed. I went back to bed.

We chatted all week, and he spent the next Friday with me, where we actually did have sex and it was awesome.

After that we quit hanging out. He decided to go back to his ex and work on things with her. He was very apologetic about the whole thing, but I was totally ok with the situation. He brought my sexuality back, which was the best gift I could have ever been given. I would do it all again and plus some.

 

 

 

Pure Pleasure

The episode ended and we stayed there in each other’s arms. Neither of us wanted to get up to push play for the next episode. Throughout the show we had been slowly stripping each other until he was only in his thong, and I in my favorite red lingerie and panties.

I smiled with content, letting my hand travel all over him, still learning his body. I slid my hands lower, brushing his cock and feeling it twitch to alertness. I kept my hand in that area, rubbing him through the fabric of his thong. I gently cupped the balls and let my hand slide up the length of his growing hardness, circling my finger around the head and back down.

“Are you sure you want to do this tonight?” he asked carefully.

“Yes,” I said simply. I had thought about it very hard, and decided to live in the moment, taking what I could before he moved away. “Do you?” I asked even more cautiously, afraid of what his answer might be.

“I do, but I really want to wait, save it for when you come visit me in the new place,” he answered just as hesitantly.

“Who knows when that will be? Besides, even if we don’t have sex, we can do other things,” I answered desperately.

“Oh, very true, there are other things,” he said as he smiled and sat up. He shifted himself so that he now faced me in all my half naked glory.

He started running his hand all over my body, up and down my stomach, around my arms, and stopping at my breasts. He bent his head down and took my right nipple into his mouth, sticking and nibbling. He bit a little bit harder and I moaned halfway between pleasure and pain.

“Ahhh you’re a biter,” I said under my breath. “That feels good,” I said in encouragement.

He continued suckling on my right breast while his hand played with my other boob.

After a while he sat up and moved between my legs. I eagerly spread them and he asked me to take off my panties. I lifted my hips and he helped me slide them off.

He began by tracing my outer lips. He let his finger just barely slide between them to gather my wetness and moved it near my clit. He started rubbing in slow, small circles, barely grazing my clit, but stimulating it all the same.

My hips began to naturally rock against him, my kegels clinching and releasing in anticipation of needing to be filled. He kept up with the gentle circles for a good long while, his touch light enough to make me crave more, but not so rough that I get overstimulated. Every so often his finger would slide toward my opening, and when he did I lifted my hips into his hand, trying to take in his finger. I was going nuts (in every good way imaginable). I need him inside. I hinted without actually saying so.

“Every time you slide your finger down I keep waiting for you to slip it inside,” I said breathlessly. He had me panting and moaning in pure pleasure. He kind of chuckled to himself as he slid his finger inside my dripping wet pussy.

Immediately I clenched around him, making myself even tighter. I lifted my hips to try to take in more. He began a very rhythmic thrusting with his enveloped fingers and light circles on my clit. My whole body melted into him.

He kept a steady rhythm while finger fucking me. Out of the blue he asked the question I thought he would never ask.

“Do you want me to fuck you doggy style,”

“Yes, please,” I answered giddily.

I was sitting up and grabbing the condoms as soon as my pussy was free. I grabbed the first one from the bag and unwrapped it. I found the correct way to unroll it and began to place it on his throbbing cock. I got the condom past the head and it quit rolling. I started fumbling from my rustiness. He took it over and had trouble himself. We thought maybe it was inside out after all. He took it off to find it wasn’t.

We grabbed another one and tried again with much better success. My doggy style experience lacked. I asked him the best way for me to get. He suggested piling the pillows under my stomach to lift my ass up. I did just that and we had the usual (fun) awkwardness to get inside me that first time, learning how our bodies fit together.

I was so wet that he slid in easily. He took a firm hold of my hips and began to ride me. I grabbed onto the headboard bars. With each thrust I felt the pleasure flow through my entire body. He rode me good and hard. I needed it. His cock fit me like a dream.

“Oh, you’re cock feels so good inside me,” I told him between gasps of pleasure.

In between thrusts he managed a few light spanks across my ass, deepening my please.

“I’m gonna come,” he said under his breath.

His thrusts eventually got deeper and slower. I tightened my kegels around his penis and could feel the pulsating rush of his orgasm and I pulsed with him. We collapsed in a sweaty pool on my bed before we went to go clean up.