Sexcapade Files #42: The Jackrabbit

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Sexcapade Files #38: The Five-Inched Schizo

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Sexcapade Files #22: Bobbing for Cock - Halloween BJ

Tonight was definitely something I wasn’t expecting, especially when I wasn’t in the frame of mine to get booty – yet it somewhat happened anyway. This is what happens when you’re in a situation where you’re constantly surrounded by pot, booze, and a lot of large cleavage action in a small space.

John, a co-worker of mine, invited me to his Halloween party. As I was hanging out, drinking and having a good time, John and my other friend Kathy had been hinting all night about sleeping with John’s roommate, Peter. He had told him that I was a nympho, and that I was one of the best to put Peter’s dry spell of no sex behind him tonight. Of course, I didn’t really want to believe him, since I wasn’t really in the mood to do so, especially since I was really tired from the pot, booze, and being up earlier that day helping a friend move, so I was exhausted. Plus, the fact that I hadn’t “broken up” with Norman, the “friend” I had been seeing in “Jamaican Rut”, and I felt a bit uncomfortable going at it with someone else when he had asked me specifically that he didn’t want me to go off and see other people while with him.

After having a few drinks and a few hits of pot, I had sobered enough to drive home. I had left my belongings in Peter’s room, so I had walked in, and he was lying on his bed, wearing a white T-shirt and some blue basketball shorts.

“Hey, I’m going to take off,” I said.

“Can I get a hug?” he asked slyly.

Naively, I leaned down and have him a hug. His arms wrapped around me, but he wouldn’t let go after a few moments, and I felt uncomfortable in that position, bent over his chest. Through my half-sober, half-high/drunk state, I found my lips on his, and he slid his tongue into my mouth, as the tip of our tongues slithered and teased each other. Our kisses still light, I felt his hand reaching between our chests and he pulled out my right breast from the very revealing cleavage-full top I was wearing, as he weighed my breast in his hand, pulling my nipple with his fingers. Our tongues continued to slide and dart into each other’s mouths, as he gently stroked my breast while it was hanging out from my shirt. He let my lips go, and he whispered, “close the door and turn off the lights, which I did very quickly. When I turned back to him in the dark he said, “suck my dick,” so urgently in his gentle and breathless way.

Not wanting to disappoint, I leaned down into his crotch as he pulled down a portion of his shorts. In the dark, my eyes adjusted to the lack of light and I saw what was in front of me: a pretty average-girthed dick, but it was very, very short. In reality, it looked about 5 inches long, which was not very impressive at all. For a white guy, he was pretty short, but then I thought, “what the hell, let me put him out of his misery, but I’m NOT sleeping with him”, I told myself over and over again.

I slipped his cock into my mouth, and I savored the flavor and smell of his cock. He probably had the cleanest smelling cock I had ever sucked. I didn’t smell any salty and acrid cock smell that I usually had to deal with when sucking cock. It was pretty smooth, working my mouth on his dick, licking his shaft up and down, then trailing my tongue back onto his head as I searched for his special vein spot. In the dark, I couldn’t tell if he was cut or uncut, his cock skin was stretched out to the max as I sucked his cock, swirling my tongue around his head, then slowly inching lower to deep throat him – and there wasn’t much to deep throat, his head barely reached the back of my mouth as I shoved myself down his cock.

I straddled myself around his legs as I sucked his balls, while sliding my fingers up and down his shaft. His balls were gently rolled in my mouth, feeling the balls slide underneath the sack, then I moved back to his dick, pulsing my mouth around where his special spot would be. He began to moan as I sucked his dick harder with my cheek muscles, keeping my teeth hidden with my lips.

Suddenly, I could hear the front door close and open a few times, then I heard and saw cameras flashing, taking pictures of me sucking Peter’s cock. I heard giggling from both John and Kathy, and the more pictures they took, the angrier I became. I yelled, “this better not be on Facebook!”

John yelled back, “Bitch, this isn’t just on Facebook, it’ll be on Youtube!”

At that point, I was very angry, but I kept it in. I kept on sucking his pitiful dick more as he moaned a little more. After a few minutes, I stopped – I was feeling both angry and a bit guilty at the same time. Angry that I was being made a spectacle in a bad way, a freak to be laughed at and mocked, and probably bribed if anything happened. And I didn’t want to be made a laughing stock, especially when I take having sex seriously. It was not something I appreciated, especially from friends. Peter looked at me with pleading eyes.

“Let’s fuck, please, even if it’s just 10 minutes,” he pleaded.

“No, I don’t want to fuck right now,” I said strongly.

“Come on, you know you want to,” he said.

“No, not tonight, I know you want me, but I want you wanting me more the next time, to look forward to next time,” I said slyly.

“Come on, please?” he pleaded again.

“Sorry, not tonight, I really have to go,” I answered. I got off from the bed and reached for my belongings.

When I turned around, I tried to kiss him back, but he wouldn’t kiss him back. I was assuming that he was either pretty hurt and disappointed that he wasn’t going to get ass. Indifferent, I said my goodbyes and walked out the door.

I can probably hear you all saying that Veronica’s cold, leaving a guy hanging while getting head, and I didn’t even let him come. I have to honestly say that it was a pity blowjob, especially when the dick wasn’t even large. But worse, it made me feel guilty since I’m not technically free in the relationship sense, and not technically with someone either. Was this a form of cheating? Will karma hit me? I thought on my drive home, feeling paranoid and angry at the same time.

I highly doubt that Peter will want to do anything to do with me now, but I may want to fuck him later on, once I’ve cut all ties with Norman once and for all. I feel bad since I’ve purposely not contacted him the past 3 weeks, maybe he’s still waiting for some hope that I’d call him back to see him, when all I want to do is break up with him and find someone else.

Maybe I should approach the idea of fucking him in a few weeks, once this “Nick” mess is all done and over with – and then I can fuck without a guilty conscience.

Sexcapade Files #21: Jamaican Rut

So rumor has it that I’m seeing someone. I know that it’s not technically a “rumor” when I was the source and I was the one who “outed” myself, LOL. So let me tell you a little bit about it.

Nick is someone I had met on an internet dating site, and he’s really a nice guy. He’s definitely marriage material, we both like similar things, and he’s a gentleman – a bit of a romantic, bringing me flowers, driving more than 30 miles to see me about once a week (or once every two weeks, when he has money), he seems intelligent, non-ghetto, and is the type who wants to make something for himself. We do the usual things, go out to eat, have sex (of course)…however…

He’s not my boyfriend. He’s this guy that I’ve been seeing for about 2 months, I kinda like him, but the feeling is starting to become lackluster. I find it hard talking to him every night because I feel like I “have” to talk to him, rather than “wanting” to talk to him. He’s a religious guy, and it makes me feel uneasy talking to someone who’d rather go to prayer meeting 3-4 times a week than have a rendezvous with his girl every weekend. Not that’s anything wrong with having faith, but to me it seems a little too religious-enthusiastic, and it makes me feel less worthy to someone who’s very religious. And now, I find our conversations on the phone seem less interesting than they were before, kind of mundane and full of silences, and the usual excited/nervousness of seeing him has faded quite a bit…I feel as if I’m not into him as much as I used to, and I find myself making excuses to not talk to him every night, shortening our conversations.

As for the sex, it’s a hit-or-miss. He had told me that he likes to experiment, and he definitely likes to have sex. I would have to admit, that he is the second person to rock my g-spot, and that’s amazing to me, after having a few here and there who didn’t rock my g-spot at all. The feeling of being on a rollercoaster as I’m being shot to heaven while having sex has finally happened, and I relish every moment having sex with him. However, from the times we’ve had sex, we have only done it in two positions – missionary and me straddling on top, and somehow that leaves me pretty unsatisfied with the variety. It seems whenever we have sex, that’s what I’ll expect, or maybe I need to be more aggressive with him and show him new things.

It’s a bit difficult introducing new things with him. For instance, the first time I sucked his balls, the only thing he said was, in a matter-of-fact voice, “that’s different.” Not “ooh baby, that’s amazing,” or “damn girl, you’re the first girl to suck my balls,” it just seemed so uninviting, as if he didn’t want me to continue. I felt pretty rejected after that, and after a few other things I had done to him to (tongue-bath, hand/finger licking/sucking, sensual touch, etc.) The last time we had sex was on my period (which, disappointingly, was while I was on my vacation, and he came after 5 minutes because he hadn’t had sex in a few weeks and didn’t want to do it again because the experience of my period on his cock was just a tad too much for him), and I was about to seduce him in the shower, but he said that “it felt uncomfortable for him for me standing there and watching him shower”, so I left and got dressed instead, feeling very rejected and unsexy.

Although, there are times where I would say were completely amazing – one night we completely did foreplay – kissing, touching each other’s bodies, holding each other, wrapping our legs around each other, without taking off our clothes until near the end – was such a sexually spiritual experience that it felt completely exhilarating that I didn’t want it to stop. Or the time we were having sex and he had surprised me by sliding an ice cube on my clit with his tongue while he ate me out was DEFINITELY something I had wished a guy to do on me, and it finally happened, which made me very, very happy. Or the times when we did have sex on a constant basis and he was able to stay up, and he was rocking my g-spot so much that I felt like a firecracker that exploded, a rocket vibrating away into space. Ah, those were good times.

At this point in time, I feel as if I’m in limbo, I’m not sure whether to let this guy go completely, or give it a few weeks and see how things go. It’s rare for me to feel somewhat stale in a “relationship” already when I don’t see the other person often, but for some reason I do. Maybe I should give it time and see where it goes and make a decision from there (which probably make all you men readers out there who have been “chasing me” feel a bit relieved, and to whom I would like to deeply apologize to, since I had thought you all were just trying to get into my pants)…we’ll se how it goes…

Sexcapade Files #8: The Gates of Pleasure - The Sex Club Part II

Jesse and I venture back into the second floor with the 70s décor. It was still pretty empty, but we figured it was high time to get some action because watching all of those people fucking everywhere was making the both of us horny. We chose a cubicle that had two entrances that enclosed a canopy bed, covered in white, transparent material, and on one headboard, there were two holes cut out into the wood. We quickly tossed our clothes in a corner and began our routine.

I was shaking with excited anticipation. I had never, ever in my life had sex in front of people. This would be the first time for me to really feel what it would be like to have other people watch me fuck. I quickly lay on the bed, and Jesse placed my hands inside the holes, tying them tightly with Japanese bondage rope. I was a helpless woman, bound to a bed, naked, where my pleasure was in his hands…

He reached over to touch one breast, and gently rubbed the nipples in his hands, as he kissed my mouth, felt his soft lips exploring me, his pointy tongue rubbing against mine as we covered each other’s mouths, wrestling to each other’s movements. As he moved south, my body was covered with his tongue, and I felt the wetness left from his mouth, exploring my neck, my chest, covering my breasts and nipples with kisses and sucks, as he found my erogenous zones near my sides, and went onward, down toward the inside of my legs, and then to his favorite: my feet. He took one foot and pressed it to his nose, smelled its scent, then began to savor one toe, then the other, with his wet mouth, and began to lick the bottom of my foot with his tongue. My, did it feel erotic. I felt even wetter as he caressed and nipped my foot with his teeth, feeling his heavy breathing on my toes, making me feel hotter and hornier at the same time.

A man and a woman, together, showed up during our foot play and watched Jesse lick my feet. The woman turned to me and asked, “Can I touch you?” And I nodded my head, and answered with a breathy “yes”. She lightly touched my thigh with her hand, and as Jesse continued to kiss my foot, she leaned over and ventured into the inside of my thigh, and I felt the ticklish sensation of her nails and fingertips. Wow, did it feel good. I closed my eyes, and felt three hands on me, Jesse’s hands on my feet, and the woman’s hand getting closer and closer towards my pussy…

I felt her fingers lightly touch my clit, and she began to rub it gently. My pussy was dripping with wetness, and I could lightly feel her fingertips brush the entrance of my vagina, then moving towards my clit to rub it slowly and softly. I felt my back arching, my wrists beginning to chafe from the binds, but I was enjoying myself, moaning loudly with pleasure. A few minutes later, her hand disappeared, and I felt Jesse’s weight over me.

I opened my eyes again, and there was a crowd of people surrounding our bed. Out of a small instance of sanity, I quickly counted the people around the bed. Oh my god, there’s twelve people watching me!! Wow!! I said to myself. They were quiet, intently watching us have our fun, and I felt myself enjoying the fact that there was an audience. I felt like a live porn star in sex fantasy land, baring everything and not feeling the slightest bit of shame with what I was doing. I was enjoying the fact that there were twelve sets of eyes watching me, all getting horny by the sight of watching Jesse get me off while I was tied to a headboard. It was very exhilarating, nothing like I had ever felt before. It made me realize the power of being able to hold people by the palm of your hand by having sex in front of them, and stopping them dead in your tracks by your bareness and your sensuality. I had begun to finally realize that power, and I was loving every second of it.

Jesse’s hand began to touch my pussy. I felt his fingers slide into my dripping pussy, massaging my hungry clit with his fingers, rubbing them quickly as I moaned louder and louder, arching my back even more from the power of that climax, and then he slowed down for me to catch my breath. He took his hand away and slapped my ass, and slapped it hard a few times, as I screamed because of the painful pleasure. He was teasing me with his hand, slapping my thighs a few more times, as I screamed loud in the room, loving every second of it.

He focused on my clit again, rubbing it more and more, but then, I felt a foreign hand on my breast, pinching my nipple REALLY HARD. “This is how you touch a girl’s boob!” a woman’s voice said. I moaned in pain, and I opened my eyes with the shock that someone had touched me without my permission. Jesse looked at me with a worried look, and I looked at him with a “let’s ignore it” look on my face. He continued on with his touching, but once again I felt that same heavy hand on my breast, pinching it harder and shaking it to where it ached.

Jesse asked, “Should I tell her to stop?”

I whispered, “No, let’s just ignore her again, but if she does it again, tell her to stop, my boob is hurting.”

It didn’t stop there. She reached over a third time, making me scream in pain, and Jesse pulled her arm away, angrily. “Can you please stop touching her?” he demanded to the woman.

The woman gave him an annoying look, and walked away. I was livid, angry that she broke my moment while I was enjoying my time. Jesse pouted at me and apologized for not stopping her sooner, but it wasn’t his fault, I had told him to ignore her anyway. So we continued with our foreplay, but it wasn’t the same. I was angry as fuck, I was so so pissed that this woman had the balls to hurt someone without asking, especially in a sex club. I was even more pissed that she broke the first rule of conduct, hopefully she would get kicked out.

So Jesse and I decided to finish getting me off because I had lost the mood. We quickly went back to our foreplay, and I ended up squirting on the bed, feeling wonderful that I had come. But I was still really, really pissed. We quickly got up, and informed someone what had happened…turned out, we got a free pass in the end, so there was some consolation…

We put back on our clothes and decided to walk around the club again to see if there were any new acts to watch…and again we ventured back into the S&M basement…

Part III is soon to follow!!

Sexcapade Files #4: Bed Humper Part II

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Sexcapade Files #3: Bed Humper Part I

There are some sexcapades that you remember only because you really wish to forget them - they were some of the most embarrasing moments of your sex career, a glitch in your system that you wish you could erase. No matter how small and minor your achievements were for that one particular moment of pleasure, the embarrassment takes over and hopefully you’d never have to see them again.

I met Anthony on Facebook, on one of those dating applications. He looked cute and he was Filipino (like myself), and he messaged me, so we started talking on the phone. He was pretty talkative, but there were a few things I noticed about him: one, he had a feminine voice. Since I had close friends who are gay, you can say that I picked up gaydar from them, and I was feeling those vibes from this guy, but I wasn’t sure. I hadn’t met him to really solidify that fact. Two, he was a time-hogger - always wanting to talk on the phone, always wanting to hang out, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hang out with him, until we started talking about sex on the phone.

During our talks, he said that he loved eating pussy and that his exes couldn’t let him go because he was such a great pussy eater. (That should’ve been my first warning, he was bragging how good he was…then again, I do that too, but I know my skills ) He then proceeded to tell what he wanted to do me, to fuck me long and hard and eat my pussy out until it gushes with juices and I come long and hard…so he says. So we decide to meet a few days later in the city to “hang out”.

I ride the train close to his place, and mind you, I’m suffering from a cold, so I wasn’t in the right mind to get booty. But, I figured I was here anyway, and it had been about 2 years since I even had booty, so something was better than nothing. I see him for the first time, and he’s kind of short, lanky, cute in a wrinkly way, and he really DOES have the gay voice AND the hand flip thing that gay guys do. He talks to me and we try to do small talk while we have lunch near his place, then he we go to his apartment.

I’m wracking my brain, thinking of what to do. For one, I’m definitely not attracted to him. He’s not really my type, and he’s a bit annoying. He doesn’t have much relevant to say, and I’m trying to think of some way to have him talk less, get my booty and get the fuck out of here, but here I was, in his nice apartment with really bad decor. He has stuffed animals and toys all over the place, like he’s 10 years old. He refers to Wall-E as “really cute”…shudder…can he just shut the fuck up so we can fuck already?!

At last, he walks over to me and gives me a kiss. At least his lips are soft and a bit timid, so I take over. We go into a full tongue kiss and I started to rub his cock from the outside of this pants. He stops and starts to moan loudly, and and then I proceed to undo his belt and unzip his khaki pants, and I reach into his tighty whiteys to grab his OH SO NOT AMAZING DICK. It was small for my standards - about 6 inches long and the girth of a churro stick, shaved and cut - so he better be good with his pussy eating…I hoped.

Oh my god, why am I here? I asked myself. But I was too busy jerking his half-hard cock and listening to him moan loudly as he grabs my shoulders to support himself from his shock of pleasure. So we started to pull off each other’s clothes, and as I took off my bra, he just wouldn’t stop staring at my breasts. Mind you, I know that my breasts are rather large, and they are my pride and joy, but he stupidly stared at them like he was hypnotized, drool and all. He then lightly touched them, LIGHTLY (sigh of frustration), barely touched my nipples, and gingerly traced his fingers over them like he was touching a rabbit’s foot. Again, I was getting irritated at this…whatever he was…shemale wannabe…guy that I just want him to fuck me so I could go home.

So he leads me into his room, and it’s a mess. His only bed is a futon that is laid out on the floor, and he has Transformers sheets (ick). Who the fuck has Transformer sheets when they’re 30? Shit, this is lame! I thought to my self. But I laid him down, and proceeded to suck his thin churro dick because it was the only one I could get after two years.

He thought he got special treatment, because my skills blew his mind, but in actuality, I only did less than half the tricks I normally did because he wasn’t worth spilling all the tricks on the table. He kept on yelling, “Oh my god, I didn’t know about that spot! Oh shit! Oh shit!” which of course, gave me a really big head, but I was trying to ignore him, trying to enjoy sucking cock again, missing the salty smell of a dick, feeling its softness, its hardness, the contours of a dick…I felt right at home.

After a while, he grabbed me and told me to lie down. He got in between my legs, placed his head near my pussy, and started to lick it in these weird, uneven strokes. It was like he was shipwrecked sailor ravaging a pig on an island after not being able to eat for months. Not only was he such a sloppy, drooly pussy eater, he wouldn’t stay in one place. There was no technique, just drool and cum and a tongue muscle slathering itself like a knife slathers mayonnaise on a piece of bread. He would shake his head rapidly, thinking I was going to get off, but I was actually FAKING my moans. All I did was just squeeze my vagina muscles, and yes, I did get wet, but I didn’t come. So pathetic, this guy, after all the bragging he did, couldn’t even deliver. I’m wondering, between fake moans, if the girls he fucked before thought he was good, then they probably didn’t know much about sex at all, which made it even worse.

So we finally fuck and of course, do missionary, because that’s the only thing he knew. He wasn’t bad, but he didn’t do anything else besides pull my hair (which I thought was pretty hot), but he didn’t even play with the breasts, and they really did feel rejected. He felt small, but then he did fit just right in there for the meantime, since that pussy of mine did not have any cock for a while. The only thing was, after 30 minutes, he was completely done, and I didn’t really come very much, just wet. After a few minutes, I realized that I finally got my booty after waiting for so long, and I told him I had to leave, which he didn’t completely want me to, of course, but I knew I had to get out of there, because what was the point of being there if I already got what I wanted? Plus, he was going to start talking again, and I wanted to completely stay away from that…

Riding on the train towards home, I felt that after-sex glow, that FINALLY I finally got booty, but on the other hand, I was relieved to get out of there. No other guy have I ever felt the itch to leave during sex, but I made a big mistake, and didn’t realize it until the next time I saw him…

Part II of the Bed Humper will continue on the next installment…and you will find out why he’s called “the Bed Humper”…