Clit Bangers

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Cunnilingus Craving

For some reason, I've been craving the feeling of getting head lately. You know, like a really good ol'-fashioned lick-n-squirt, some guy into my pussy pulling back my butterfly (thanks Jason Mraz), nose-deep into my pussy, licking, flicking, touching, sucking and finger-thrusting my pussy away, until I my back arches, my whimpers turn into screams, and my pussy muscles clench so hard around his fingers, that it goes on for minutes, and then add in an extra squirt or two as a bonus.

Ahhh...cunnilingus...I sure miss you.

I guess you can say that my boss gave it to me really well, so well that I never had it that good before. He knew how to touch and get me off, over and over again...

However...I don't think I've met my "ideal" pussy eater yet.

I know how to get myself off pretty well, but most men don't realize that I might be part of that 10% of the female population (and I might be generous) who gets off pretty easily. If you touch me right, I'll get off in less than 10 minutes flat, squirting everywhere, my pussy dripping with sticky, creamy cum.

The only problem is that I enjoy being taken not to the brink, but ideally, a delayed orgasm, slowly bringing myself up almost to the brink, then slowing down, to get myself "almost" to that point, and repeating the process a few more times until I feel I can't take the delayed response and pressure anymore, cumming so much that it was like I catapulted myself to the moon.

That's how I really like to cum.

There are so many guys out there who think that it's about getting to the destination, being able to come. But have they really realized that the fun is not getting to the destination, but the journey as well?

I guess I'm trying to bring in the concept of "stopping and smelling the flowers" into the subject of sex.

It's been so crazy for me lately, I've been craving my ideal cunnilingus session so much that I'm constantly watching pornos of guys giving girls head lately. Most of them are really horrible, but the good ones actually take time, at least 10 minutes at most, and it's such a turn-on. I really, really want to be eaten like that!

I would want to be eaten slowly, but first licking anywhere around my pubic area BUT my clit - the sides of my pelvis, the outer lips, the inner thighs...licking and nipping and tickling and sucking those parts BEFORE the clit. These are things that I do while masterbating, but for some reason, every guy I've doing things with thinks they have the hit the clit first.

Then, after a few minutes of torturing me without touching my clit, THEN head for the goods, but softly on the clit - no hard sucking, no biting, no hard pressing. Just light licks here and there, softly touching me, would really get me off. After that, try to vary it, but gradually getting me off in that soft touch, touching me in those spots that aren't the clit itself, but the sides about an inch from the clit, just close to the pussy hole, really get me off.

Touching there actually gets me off more than my clit itself, actually.

Then I want someone to lick my pussy softly, digging his tongue into me, licking my butterfly flaps...and then dipping his tongue into my hole, lapping up the moisture, feeling it turn from wetness to sticky cum, not even touching my clit at all, but making me work to get to an orgasm, and then slowing down a bit to work me to another one again...

All in all, not even getting me off enough to squeeze my pussy muscles to a flying orgasm until I feel like I'm ready for the floodgates to be opened.

I really want one of these, I need a man who knows how to do it just like this...

Can you tell that I'm obsessed at the moment?? LOL

Sexcapade Files #40: The Conference Room Farewell

For a few weeks, I had been contemplating on quitting my job. Not that it wasn't enjoyable, especially with a boss that would turn up the heat whenever the chance came, but I felt as if I wasn't getting anywhere, that I needed to be in a place where I felt useful (besides giving my boss sexual fantasies about me squirting into his mouth, or me blowing him until he shot loads of cum into my mouth).

So I finally went to a job interview and got accepted all in a 72-hour period, and the time came for me to confront the two of them and give a short resignation. I felt really bad for quitting within such short notice, but my new job wanted me to start the next day and I felt that if I didn't stop now, the situation with the boss would get even more complicated, and I didn't want to stay there being unsuccessful at my job, but being paid to be there and blow my boss.

He and his wife were not happy about me quitting, but I explained to them that I needed to work in a field where I felt successful, and that being at this job wasn't getting me anywhere. They understood, and although they were a bit disappointed (which was understandable), it all ended in good terms.

So after the wife left to drop off my last check, my boss asked me if we could “play” one last time. And of course, I couldn't resist...

I got myself undressed in my old office and walked out naked. So I searched for him in every room, until I saw him in the conference room, he himself completely naked, and a blanket was covering the conference room table. I gasped in delight since here was one of my recent fantasies coming true!

He helped me climb onto the table, and then I laid myself down. He pulled my legs toward him, then bent down and shoved his face into my pussy. I felt his mustache whiskers roughly rub against my pussy lips, his lips puckered as he pulled and sucked on my pulsing clit, sucking and licking in circles, while I was moaning and whimpering until I felt the dam break loose and squirted all over his face.

He raised his head and stood upright, watching my body convulse through the orgasms, as he shoved his fingers into my pussy, while his other hand was stroking his hard cock. He pulsed through my pussy orgasms, more and more, until he stopped and leaned over to suck on my clit again.

After the third time of squirting on his face, he raised his head, leaned over to my head to kiss me, and as I opened my mouth to received his kiss, a warm, slightly sweet and watery liquid gushed into my mouth from his mouth, and while we kissed, I realized I swallowed a mouthful of my own squirt. And that was the first time I've tasted my own squirt before!

He raised his head from kissing me and edged his cock near my head. As I took his cock in my mouth, sucking him in that vacuum mouth that he craves, he commanded me to play with myself, and as I slid my deft fingers between my legs, rubbing my clit to another orgasm, I sucked his cock, as he shoved his torso into me, and at last I felt his cum shoot into my mouth, that salty and creamy cum right in the back of my throat and I swallowed it - every last drop. At last he pulled out when he was completely dry.

We got ourselves cleaned up and dressed, and we were both sad to think that this was the last time (in possibly a long while) before we can ever meet up again for another sexcapade. And I truly believe that he would never tell his wife about our little “secret”.

Sexcapade Files #38: The Five-Inched Schizo

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Sexcapade Files #36: Thumbfuck

It was another afternoon at the office – making calls, closing deals, and smoking cigarettes. However, something that I discovered about myself came out from this very interesting sexcapade between myself and my boss.

We were in the front desk area taking a break from working in the muggy heat of the office when he rolled his chair in front of mine, and said, “I want to eat your pussy while you sit on my face.”

Of course, I was up for the challenge. I unzipped my jeans and untangled myself from my thong, and I felt his fingertips softly teasing my pussy lips and my ass crack. He lay on the floor near the edge of the desk, and I squatted down onto his face, my arms bracing the side of the desk, my feet balancing on tiptoe, trying to keep myself from falling over. His lips sucked my clit, his tongue sliding upward into my pussy hole, then moving upward to tease my clit again with his tongue, all the while whimpering from his mouth, but at the same time, feeling a bit cramped from squatting and not smothering him with my pussy.

I stood up, and he sat down on the chair, and he ordered me to lean my ass towards him. I felt him finger my pussy, making me clench and tighten, but suddenly, he switched fingers and inserted his THUMB into my pussy. His hand cupped the front part of my pelvis, and I could feel his thumb jabbing into me very hard, so hard that I started to cum and have a majorly big orgasm, my pussy squeezing his thumb, the orgasm taking so much control over me that I was screaming, holding on to the desk and his shoulder, my head leaning forward, I couldn't move from the powering sensation. He slowed down his thumbfucking, but soon started it all over again, in faster movements, thrusting hard into my pussy, cumming AGAIN, when I felt a liquid-like moisture trickle out of me. Could it be that I squirted from a thumbfuck??!?

After a few minutes, he slowed down and I had to stop to catch my breath, since I was still panting from the orgasms. I got dressed, and he had unzipped his pants, his hard cock all ready for me to play with. I got down on my hands and knees and started to suck, to play around with the balls, swirl my tongue around his cock, but he stopped me from doing just that – he just wanted me to suck!

So as I sucked, he was guiding me (the first guy in a long time to tell me what to do with his cock!!), holding my head, pushing it down for me to thrust. I wasn't used to a guy pushing my head into his cock (I like to do it my way, at my pace), so I tried to hold on, taking breaths whenever I could, trying to swallow any bit of vomit that would rise up into my throat. It was definitely the first time where someone didn't want a teabagging or a ball-juggle, just a simple, good old fashioned cock suck. I sucked him some more, trying to figure out what type of mouth pressure he liked, and finally, he took out his cock from my mouth, jerked it with his hand, and as he jerked I played with the tip of his head with my tongue whenever the head slid out from its foreskin. He finally came and shot hot cum into my mouth, and I cleaned up bits of his after cum with my tongue, sucking it a few more times before he was done, swallowing the salty creaminess.

According to my boss, he said that I gave an “okay” blowjob, then teased me to piss me off to say that I sucked badly. WTF?! I'd better prove it the next time, even if it was a joke...:-(

Sexcapade Files #34: 2 Men + 2 Places = 12 Hours (Part I)

I had never, ever, in my life, had slept with more than one person at a time. Usually, whenever I end up sleeping with someone, I usually wait some time before I move on to the next person, my next conquest. I never knew I could be capable of being able to satisfy two men in two different places within a span of a day, let alone a twelve-hour period.

Sometime in the afternoon during the week, my boss and I were having a friendly chat in his office when he said, “Just you sitting in that chair, not even doing anything makes me want to eat your pussy so bad,”, as he pushed his chair closer to me, and reached his hand to rub my pussy with my jeans still on. He swung my legs over his shoulders, my head leaning on the low back of the chair I was sitting on, my arms balancing my torso on his shoulders. I unzipped my jeans, and his hands jerkily pulled off my pants and underwear, and his head dived into the softness of my pussy lips, his tongue licking my clit, as I hung to the arms of the chair I was sitting on, feeling my pussy getting wet and so very horny.

He then lifted his head and thrust his two fingers into me, feeling his thick fingers digging into my vagina, and THEN he finally hit it – my G-spot. My soft whimpers became full screams in an instant, as I was hanging onto dear life, my head thrown back, screaming my way through intense orgasm after intense orgasm, my hips convulsing, the feeling of it felt as if I had been sliding from a high-rise rollercoaster, feeling the adrenaline rush, that wonderful feeling, as the orgasms kept building up for about ten minutes, then they finally subsided.

He stopped, and said the words that I finally wanted to hear from him: “Let's fuck!” I rushed into my office to grab a condom, threw my shirt on the floor, and positioned myself on the mattress, my legs to my chest, spread-eagled. He knelt on the floor, tried to put on the condom, and...FAILURE TO LAUNCH - he couldn't get it up! He tried to jerk himself off, put the condom on, and insert his semi-hard cock into me, but it was not use – he hadn't used a condom for years since he had been with his partner, and isn't used to wearing one, so his hard-on he had a few minutes ago withered away into its supine shell. He pulled off the condom, and decided to jerk off – but instead, I had an idea.

“Rub your cock on my clit,” I ordered.

His head rubbed on my clit, rubbing his semi-hard cock up and down with some pressure that I felt another orgasm coming along. But this orgasm that came wasn't stimulated by a G-spot...however...

I felt my pussy muscles clenching so tight, tighter than it had been from the times he had been licking and stroking my pussy, that I heard myself screaming at the top of my lungs all over again, just from having his cock rub my clit with heavy pressure. Minutes passed, and I could still feel my hands clenching the sides of my bed, my heart beating a hundred miles a minute, feeling that exhilarating rush I felt from the G-spot orgasm, my throat shouting such a splitting scream that anyone passing by would've thought that I was being raped or murdered in the building – but it felt so good, so wonderful and such a release that the orgasm felt like it was fifteen minutes.

A few minutes later, I felt his warm cum shoot onto my stomach, oozing onto the mattress of the bed. It felt wonderful for me...wonderful for him too, but boy did he feel guilty when a few minutes later, his partner called his phone...and he purposefully missed the call to get himself calmed down and cleaned up...

Tune in for the next part of this story tomorrow!

Sexcapade Files #32: The Illicit Office Affair – Part IV

As the days went by, the sexual tension between my boss just kept on getting stronger, the sexual acts became more vigorous, more dangerous, and more enticing. This is my story, and I'm sticking to it. :-)

Last week was definitely a week of more sexual foreplay, so much of it that now I really want him to fuck me, to feel his hard cock inside of me, making me cum intensely that I feel my pussy squeeze as much cum out of his hard cock as possible. Our days usually consist of mainly: work, hanging out, smoking, and “playtime”. Here is a rundown of one of the most memorable “playtime sessions”:

This was the first day we ended going further than just touching each other, and after he had teased my breasts in his hands, kneaded them and sucked my brown nipples into wrinkled nubs, he pulled out his trusty mattress, took a sheet and my trusty towel and lay on the bed. Without any fanfare (mainly because we had teased each other for so long), he rested his head between my open legs, and stroked my pulsing engorged clit, first with the length of his tongue, then with the tip, moving from outer pussy lips to inner, tasting and feeling my cum go from watery wet to sticky, as he carefully licked it with such skill and experience that I felt my hands clenching the sides of the bed, my hips bobbing up and down, riding the waves of sexual ecstasy that I could hear myself whimper and moan.

He slipped two fingers into my pussy, as he first thrust them in, then he twisted them inside of me, feeling my pussy tighten up as he played, still feeling his tongue dance along my slippery clit. He then puckered his mouth around my clit as if to suck on it, but instead, I felt his lips gnaw on my clit, and suddenly I felt the pressure build up, more and more, until I came and squirted all over the towel and on his face. A few seconds later, he raises his head, and the bottom part of his mouth and jaw is shiny from my pussy juice. As I catch my breath, he waits a few minutes, then moves his head back in between my legs, for a total of 4 squirts in that position, in a half hour, the fourth squirt being the most memorable, mainly because a lot of pussy juice gushed out from me.

I told him that now he would have to keep his promise, now that he had made me come 4 times: I get to suck his cock. He lay on the bed, and I lay on his stomach, my head facing his cock, 69-style. I looked at his cock – brown, thick, uncut, about the perfect size for me (about 7-8 inches). It had a pretty clean smell to it – it had a slight manly smell, but not too pungent to where I didn't want to suck it. I took his head in, sucked on his head, licking the slit, and then I shoved the whole thing in my mouth. It was rather difficult sucking his cock, mainly because he was distracting me by licking my clit the whole while, and the fact that his upper torso was a lot longer than mine definitely gave me a bit of a strain, but it was a nice sexual challenge to suck his cock, sliding my hand up and down on his foreskin, massaging his balls while licking his head, teasing his vein. I lay on his stomach, sucking his head, while I felt his tongue dance on my clit and vagina, feeling his tongue slide in and out of me.

Soon, he had me flipped back on the mattress, his head again between my legs, where I squirted one more time, but as he licked me, he was rubbing his cock, wanting to come as I came, so after I had come, he raised his torso, and I saw his thick brown hand stroking his cock in thick strokes. I told him to come to my head because I wanted to swallow his cum and he obliged, quickly hobbling on his knees to my head, and as I licked his head, he finally came, and squirted his sperm load into my mouth, and cleaned his head with my mouth. His cum tasted very clean, the sweetest cum I had tasted, swallowing the creamy liquid down my throat. Later on, he admitted to me that from all his years of having sex, this was the first time he had ever cum in a woman's mouth. So I guess I've taught him a thing or two...:-)

Later on that afternoon, we did another quickie on his bed, where he made me squirt one MORE time that afternoon – definitely one that lasted about 10 minutes, but we ended the day with me squirting 6 times within a span of sexual activity of 1 hour...not bad for the first day, right?

Sexcapade Files #31: The Illicit Office Affair – Part III

Yesterday, I arrived to work soaked from the rain during my usual 30-minute scooter drive to work – my jeans, work jacket, and my red knit blouse all had blotches of wetness from the rain, so my boss had commented that I should just take off my top so I could dry off. Not hesitating for a moment, I pulled off each layer with ease, first my blouse, then my bra, until my breasts were hanging freely for my boss to touch. As I stood before him sitting in a chair behind the front desk, his mouth surrounded my right nipple, licking and nipping at them until I whimpered with pleasure, while his hand rolled my left nipple until it became wrinkled and hard. He kneaded my breasts in his deft hands, squeezing them with just enough weight, as his tongue licked the cleavage area of my right breast, then proceeded to suck and bite the left breast, while I hung onto his shoulders, my head turned back, whimpering from the pleasure he was giving me.

One of his hands ended up between my legs, and he was rubbing me from the outside of my jeans. He ordered me to turn back and lean over against the desk, to where my ass was pointed outward towards my boss's face. He pulled down my pants and underwear enough to expose my ass crack, and soon I felt his tongue softly stroking my ass crack, feeling the tip of his tongue, wet and smooth, sliding up and down my chubby ass cheeks. I moaned in pleasure, enjoying the sensation of his very skilled tongue tickling my ass, making me want him more.

We then stopped and proceeded back to work, but it wasn't long until he came knocking on my door asking if he could “play” again. I was sitting behind my desk, still topless, when he came around and reached over to grab my breasts. He got on his hands and knees, edging himself between my legs, and I felt his mouth sucking my breasts again, his hand squeezing one breast, as his left hand started to pry underneath my panties. His fingers started to rub my very eager clit, feeling the wetness (and the blood, unfortunately), and I moaned loudly, feeling his rough fingers rubbing my pulsing clit up and down, as his mouth sucked my nipple, over and over again. Then, he raised his head up and said, “I want you to touch yourself as I rub you.”

I couldn't resist such a request. I reached underneath my panties, and I rubbed my clit in circles, in the spots that I loved to touch the most, while he rubbed my clit as well. It was so hot, pleasuring myself while he was pleasuring me at the same time, two different hands on my clit, one was mine, and was was his. He then moved his hand away, while I was still rubbing myself, and he dug a finger into my pussy, sliding it in an out, feeling the tightness and the strength of my pussy.

“Oh my god, you're so tight!” he said with sexual fervor.

I couldn't help myself, I wanted to suck his cock SO BAD. I wanted to taste his cock in my mouth that I wanted to beg for it, and I didn't care.

“Please let me suck your dick,” I begged.

“Remember our rule, I won't let you suck my cock until you come,” he said.

This was getting too much for me to handle....in a good way.

As I continued to rub my clit with my left hand, his finger dug into the hollow of my pussy, first with just one finger, and then with two. His thick fingers swirled and dug to find my G-spot, and as we continued with our foreplay, I felt my pussy gradually tense, my back arched, and my moans got louder, as he thrust his fingers into me, I felt my pussy getting tighter and tighter, feeling sexual ecstasy getting closer, until he stopped and saw the blood on his fingers (he was afraid that he had hurt me down there), and we took a breather to get some work done. I sat at my desk, trying to catch my breath and get some work done, and for about an hour, everything was okay. I somehow decided to not put my clothes on, so I sat at my desk doing work with nothing on except my panties.

About an hour later, he knocks on my door, peers in, and notices that I didn't have any clothes on. I told him that I felt most comfortable in the nude, since even at home I rarely put clothes on except when I have to go to a communal area in the house. He told me to stop by his office so “we can play” some more. I couldn't resist another “play time”, especially with the pleasure he gave me an hour before.

I wait another half hour in order to finish more work. He's at his desk, working on the computer, when I walk in, naked except for some panties, to talk about something he wanted to show me. He was explaining something about the business, when he stopped and said, “Your tits are so fucking hot,” and decided to engulf his favorite breast (the right one) into his mouth. As he sucked, I again couldn't contain myself and started to whimper softly from his touch.

He raised his head and we kissed, our lips and tongues wrestled as our heads swayed from side to side, back and forth, our passion rising. Our lips released and I started to lick his neck, my limber tongue licking him in long strokes, then the tip of my tongue flicking his salty skin, and I could hear him groaning, “Oh god, you have a skillful tongue!” over and over again. His hands touching my back, but while I licked and nipped at his neck, his body froze for a while, and all I could hear was his hard breathing and his groans.

He suggested that I lay on the mattress in his office (yes, he has a mattress – he sometimes needs to lie down because of the headaches he gets in the middle of the day), and so he pulled it out, covered it with a sheet, and told me to lay on it, face down. I obliged, and I felt his rough hands stroking my back lightly, across my shoulders, then down my back, lightly pressing the muscles of my hands, feeling the heat from his palms. He then pulled off my panties halfway, so my ass cheeks were exposed, and I felt his tongue licking my ass crack again, ever so gently, probing that sensitive indentation.

I flipped myself over, lying on my back, and I straddled my legs around his waist, as he dry humped me for a bit, before proceeding to peel back a portion of my panties, to thrust two fingers into my pussy. As he dug his nimble fingers in my pussy, my arms and hands bracing myself, feeling my pussy tighten around his fingers, he unzipped his shorts and pulled out his uncut cock for me to rub. His cock was still soft, and according to him, he had learned how to control his erections very well, but the feeling of his uncut cock in my hands felt sublime. I loved the softness of it, and although I wasn't sure as to how big he was hard, I couldn't wait to get my mouth around his head and suck it, which may take a while before he allowed me to do so.

A few minutes later, he took his fingers out from my pussy, and I caught my breath from our little pussy play. We tried to get back to work, but obviously we had one thing on our mind – we definitely needed to get this sexual tension into fruition. Hopefully in a day or so this period of mine will be out for the month, and then the real fun begins...

Sexcapade Files #26: Tantric Touch and Squirt Marathon

Don and I were at his place recently to watch a kungfu movie – it turned out that we barely could watch the movie at all. The opening credits were rolling and we couldn’t even get our hands off each other. I must say that this particular sexcapade is definitely my greatest sex achievement so far – not bad for the second date, right? :-)

He and I were sitting on the floor “trying” to watch a movie when he looked into my eyes and kissed me. I couldn’t resist those soft lips for even one second – they were so tantalizingly passionate that I could feel the heat rising from our bodies. You could tell that he wanted me – and I wanted him – and that we couldn’t resist ourselves. Our arms wrapped around each other, and our kisses became more urgent and passionate, our tongues sliding up against each other, our kisses becoming more firm and wanting.

As we kissed, I decided to take control and see what he was really about. I wanted to explore his body, to see what type of person he really was, to observe what he liked and didn’t like in sex, to find his erogenous zones and to basically show him that I know more about sex than just lying back and letting him do all the work. My mouth began to explore southward, and I tickled his chin with my lips, tracing it in a straight line in long strokes, then moving my tongue in circles as I went towards his neck and his shoulder. My hands began to wander under his shirt, and with a very slow and light touch, barely touching his skin, I moved my fingers in very slow circles all over his stomach, moving upward, moving an inch every few seconds, feeling his coarse skin on my fingertips. His eyes were closed, and he gasped and moaned with pleasure, as I watched his head lean back, his body trembled, and his cock was rising from underneath his pants.

“Ooh baby, you’re driving me crazy, I’d never had anyone touch me like this before,” he gasped. My mouth continued to trace the nape of his neck, painting him with up and down strokes across his neck, and I pulled off his shirt to explore his body in an inhibited way.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” I purred. The tips of my fingers didn’t miss a beat, moving around in slow, soft circles, barely touching his skin, and he gasped and moaned so more. My fingers touched his stomach muscles, then wandered in synchronization to his love handles, and he trembled so more. He tried to grab my breasts, but the moment I touched his spot, he was paralyzed by my touched, his head bent back, gasping with the shock and intensity of my touch.

“Baby, you’re torturing me,” he said.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, concerned. Maybe he wasn’t enjoying this…

“Oh no baby, torture me all you want, you’ve those magic hands,” he breathed.

My hands continued to moved upward, in very, very slow gestures, making sure my hands were still very lightly touching his skin. I circled his breast area, and not even reaching for the nipple, he arched backward, onto the seat of the couch, and breathed heavily. Teasing him so more, I purposely avoided his nipple. I moved my fingers higher, teasing him on the area under his collar bone, and again he shivered. He really must have a lot of erogenous zones that even he didn’t know about…

“Look at this, I still have my clothes on,” I teased him with my sultry voice.

“Oh, do you like torturing me this much?” he asked.

“Oh I do, baby, it’s time for me to show you what I’ve got. I have to return the favor,” I purred.

My deft hands began to knead his shoulder muscles, slowly and softly, while my lips kissed his back. “Take off your pants,” I whispered.

He obeyed without missing a beat, and there was his cock, hard as a rock and standing on attention. I rubbed my hand on his head, while through his underwear, and seeing that he should finally be relieved of this madness somewhat, I leaned down and began to lick his left nipple. He jerked in ecstasy, writhing with so much passion, moaning so much while I rubbed his hard dick that he couldn’t help himself.

“Please, I want to be in you,” he pleaded.

“No, not yet, I’m not done with you. I want you to lie face down on the ground.

He obeyed. His arms lying on his side, his head cocked to the side, I rode on his back and dragged my fingers across his back, making him shiver all over again. I explored his arms, the softness of his back, his butt, and down to his legs – all with my tongue. My tongue danced in various circles and flicks across his skin, while moaned and groaned all that while, for what felt like an hour. Playfully, I tickled the crack of his butt with my tongue, and he ended up jerking like crazy (maybe we’ll have to work on that area later on – one moment at a time).

He finally rolled over, and I was astride him. He lifted my shirt over my head and I quickly removed my pants, and while I was still on top of him, I rubbed his hard cock with my pussy while still wearing underwear. He reached over and began to suck my nipples, and I moaned with delight. However turned on I was feeling, he was making it worse! We finally rolled over, he was on top of me, and instinctively he scooted his head towards my legs and began to lick my clit in a frenzy.

What an adrenaline rush! His head bobbing in between my legs, the pressure and adrenaline built up inside of me, as he licked me over and over again, around the area of my clit, then down to my pussy, then up again, in long and short strokes, for what felt like half an hour. The fact that he could breathe down there was just crazy!! He ate pussy like a champ, sucking my swollen clit over and over again, as I writhed on his carpet, moaning my ecstasy away. He finally raised his head and rubbed his cock on my pussy, dipping himself in me to feel my wetness, and his fingers deftly played with my clit as he watched me wriggle on the carpet, feeling the pressure building inside of me. Finally, after all that pressure, something amazing happened – I gushed pussy juice all over his carpet.

He looked at me, stunned. “Wow, baby, that was hot!” he exclaimed.

“Oh my god, it’s been more than 3 years since I’ve done that!” I said, panting heavily.

“Baby, I want to see it again, can you cum on my cock?” he asked.

So as he fingered me again, massaging my clit over and over again with my cum, he had slid the head of his cock inside me while he jerked my clit senseless, over and over again, until I exploded again, feeling the rush of liquid flow out of my pussy and onto his dick, feeling a mini-Niagara falls exploding from me, as I screamed, letting out this wonderful feeling from inside of me. And not only did he do that twice – he repeated this process FIVE TIMES TOTAL – during this particular time.

After the fifth squirt, he stopped and said, “Oh baby, this is turning me on so much, I need to be inside you,” and he pulled me from the floor and went into the bedroom to continue our lovemaking…

EPILOGUE: I apologize for not writing the rest, as I broke contact with him after he started acting weird and wanted to forget he ever existed. Although, here is the summary of this story:

HE MADE ME SQUIRT ELEVEN TIMES THAT NIGHT!!

That's right, you heard me, eleven times...I had never squirted that much in my life EVER...

So I guess I'm a human water fountain, right? :-D

Sexcapade Files #25: Champion Pussy Eater Part III

As I was sleeping, I felt fingers softly sliding between my legs, rubbing my clit back and forth, momentarily feeling the sticky cum oozing from my pussy, and then sliding up back again to cover that engorged clit of mine, still pulsing from sexual heat. My mind hazy from sleep, I heard myself moan myself awake. I slowly opened my eyes, and his dark eyes stared into mine as I allowed myself to focus on his face, and he leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips.

“Good morning, I thought it might be a good idea to wake up,” he said. He leaned in, and began to suck my nipple, and the sensations from last night jolted me awake, as I held his head in my arms, his tongue encircling my nipple into a wrinkled submission, then sucking on it more while his fingers still worked on my clit, rubbing faster, making me so wet that I begged him to put his fingers into me. He obliged, shoved a finger into my pussy, and pulsed it in and out of me while I felt my pussy muscles clench around his finger. My moaning became louder and higher, and a few minutes passed before he stopped and let me take a breath, my chest heaving from the excitement.

He quickly didn’t miss a beat, and ended up placing his head in between my legs. The tip of his pointy tongue lapped at my cum, then quickly flicked at my clit. The sensations rose again from my pussy, and the long minutes pass while he continued to eat me, smelling my juices flowing out from me, sucking on that pulsing bud, licking my pussy lips…it was all too much to take. I moaned the minutes away, enjoying every minute of that sexual reverie, until he finally rose and took his very hard cock and dipped it again into my pussy…

“I need to feel your wetness, baby,” he said. His cock slid halfway in and out of my pussy, feeling my juices, then rubbing my clit with his hard cock. Soon, he positioned his arms around me, then began to thrust at an angle, my legs on his shoulders.

The sexual tension building inside of me kept coming and coming that all I could do was scream. The nth time this time where I’ve been hit on my g-spot and it never felt so good! How was it possible that I had only met this guy just yesterday, and now he’s rocking me like I had never been fucked before???!

After we came again, we fell for a few hours, and again did he wake me up from sleep with his fingers in my pussy. However, as he was building me up with a fingering orgasm, suddenly, the phone rang – and unfortunately we were interrupted from our little fuckfest because he had forgotten that he was supposed to be at work by 9 am. Right in the middle of it all, we stopped and quickly got ourselves dressed and out of his place in 10 minutes flat.

However, I must say, that was the most amazing night I had ever had…until the next time I saw him…:-)

Sexcapade Files #24: Champion Pussy-Eater Part II

We arrived at his apartment 25 minutes later. As we entered, he gave me a 10-second tour of his place: “Here’s my living room, kitchen, and here’s the bedroom,” he said, then grabbed my hand, as we rushed into the bedroom, he said, “let’s go!”

A few seconds later, we were grabbing at each other’s clothes, taking them off and tossing them to the side. He leaned over me, and as he pushed me towards the head of the bed, his head went right between my legs, and he said, “I couldn’t wait to do this, you tasted so good in the car,” he whispered. And then came the deluge.

WOW, did he have technique! My mind was savoring the enjoyment of having my pussy licked so delicately and with such skill that my body felt as if it were flying over clouds. The tip of his tongue danced in circles on my clit, then it began to flicker, his saliva mixing with my wetness, and he made me go over the brink over and over, I couldn’t help myself from moaning and screaming in ecstasy. My body couldn’t control itself – my legs convulsed as I came repeatedly, and the longer I came, the harder my legs shook, and then my hips couldn’t stop rocking. I tried to grab onto the comforter, to give myself ground, but it was hopeless – I felt as if I was on a rocket ship, my clit exploding with such power that I felt as if I had succumbed to the wonderful sensations.

He went on, not just for a few minutes, but it seemed like more than 30 minutes had passed as he kept on licking my clit, rubbing the power into me, feeling the sensation as it jolted my body. However, I didn’t know that there was more to come, until he had inserted one finger into me, jabbing that finger into my very wet pussy, as he continued to tease my clit with his very powerful and skillful tongue. I felt like I went to heaven! My whole body convulsed, and as the orgasm kept building up, my eyes shut tight, I felt as if I had fallen off a very high cliff at 80 miles an hour! My pussy kept gyrating to the convulsions, feeling my pussy muscles clamp onto his finger as it pulsed its way from one orgasm to the next.

Soon enough, he stopped and laid down on the bed. Feeling that I should return the favor, I kneeled over his cock and began to suck it. My, it wasn’t bad at all. It was of average length, although I must say that the girth is definitely something a girl would enjoy. It was definitely more than average girth, a little larger than the size of an old half-dollar. His chocolate-brown cock wasn’t shaved (unfortunately), but the hairs felt as if they had been shaved some time ago, but it had grown to a considerable length – definitely not full-grown, but probably about ½ inch long, which isn’t bad, definitely something I could deal with.

I began to play with his head, sucking it a little bit with my tongue. A bit heady from that wonderful pussy play, I felt as if I couldn’t focus – I was drunk with my orgasm! My movements weren’t as focused, but I stuffed his cock into my throat like a champ, then began to play with his shaft, tracing it with my tongue.

Something began to worry me as I sucked his dick. He wouldn’t get hard! What was it about him that wouldn’t? Was it me, or was he just the type who couldn’t really get hard getting sucked? Well, regardless, I still played with him, trying hard not to feel like a complete failure. Although soon enough, I ventured to his balls and began to suck them, and he began to moan. Then, the idea came to mind to play with his prostrate gland – something that I had never done before (or rather, I’ve tried to, but never successfully). My fingers ventured under the area of his balls, and I gently pressed it. His legs quivered, and he moaned.

“What the hell was that?!” he gasped.

“Oh my god, sorry, was that a bad thing?” I pouted.

“No, it wasn’t, it was really different, wow,” he said.

So I gently played with his prostrate a little bit more, pushing a little bit into that area, stroking it with my fingers, and I grew excited watching his legs quiver and convulse, the soles of his feet pressed together as they shook with my touch.

My tongue began to explore further and I licked his chest. Once I got to his nipples, he began to moan so much, I discovered his cock became hard. So he gets hot over getting his nipples sucked! It was pretty hot, sucking his nipples, swirling my hot tongue around the hardening tips, then flicking them with the tip of my tongue. It just made him moan even more…

“I have to take you now!” he said.

I flipped onto my back, and while between my legs, his cock rested on the opening of my pussy. He rubbed the tip of his cock on my clit, dipped it into my pussy for a moment, then pulled out as he rubbed my clit some more. “Are you wet for me, baby?” he asked. “I want to feel your wetness.” He was making me want him so much more.

Soon, he slipped his hard cock into my pussy and started to thrust. His arms balancing his upper torso, and my legs around his waist, I had clear view of his nipples, and while he slid himself in and out of me, I reached up to his nipples and flicked it with my fingers.

“Oh baby, you’re making me even hotter for you,” and he started to pound faster into me.

As I continued to flick his nipples, his thrusting became faster and harder, and soon enough that another Big O came – the adrenaline rush, and the wonderful sensation building up in my pussy was too hard to ignore. He continued until he came – TWICE – then pulled out and immediately went back to eating my pussy.

“You taste so good, baby, like a sweet red wine,” he purred between my legs.

I was in heaven all over again. I have NEVER in my life so far, been eaten out so much before! It was amazing!! It was an orgasm that quickly faded then was rebuilt back again in a different way, as if the adrenaline rush was replaced with an arousing tickling sensation, as he continued on for so many long minutes more…

A while later, he stopped and lay next to me in bed. With his arm around me, we both fell asleep for a while until later on, where he ended up surprising me…

Part III in a few days!!

Sexcapade Files #18: Squirt Waterfalls

For the longest time, I had known that I knew how to squirt in my early 20s, and I wasn’t sure if that was normal. I would be lying on my bed, rubbing my clit with my slick cum, dipping my fingers into my vagina, back and forth, until I would feel my pussy muscles clench and I would gasp and bite my lip from the pleasure, and then, suddenly, a gush of watery liquid would come out from me, and the wetness would spread onto my bed sheets as if I had wet the bed like a three-year old. I wasn’t sure what that was until it happened one night with Eric.

Eric and I had been touching each other that night – lying side by side, naked on the bed, he and I were kissing, wrestling with our tongues and biting lips, sucking the tip of his tongue, when I had reached down to stroke his penis. It was already hard when I had decided to stroke it, and drops of precum were glistening on his head. I smeared the precum on his head, gently rubbing it back and forth, and massaging his head with my hands when he broke our kiss, moved in between my legs, and began to lick my pussy.

He pulled the skin flat from my clit and licked the undersides of my clit, then rapidly flicked it back and forth with the tip of his tongue. Then he took his lips and sucked my clit, massaging it with his lips, while he dipped two of his large fingers into my wet pussy. My head bent back, a moan escaped my lips, and I held onto the bed sheets tightly, feeling my pussy clench onto his fingers, while his fingertips scratched my g-spot, clenching tighter and tigher, until my pussy exploded – a gush of water flowed out from my pussy and spilled onto the bed sheets, wetting the bed.

Eric’s head shot up from between my legs and exclaimed: “You just squirted!”

“Squirted? What’s that?” I said, so afraid that I peed on the bed.

“It’s when a woman shoots liquid from her pussy, just like what you did,” he said.

“Are you saying that it’s not pee? Serious?!” I said.

“Wow babe, you definitely are one hell of a porn star, you just squirted! Awesome!” he said.

So from that day forward, I wasn’t ashamed when I “wet” the bed…

Sexcapade Files #17: Two Entrances, No Exits

Throughout my relationship with Eric, we had ventured into the world of anal sex, something that I had always told myself I would never do just because it was utterly painful. After a while, with a lot more sex experience under my belt, I felt that I was ready for it, and that I could take the pain, just to feel what it was like to be fucked in the ass.

It was an experience to definitely die for. I loved the new sensations my ass gave me when I was stuffed with a dick. I felt my ass cheeks squeezing around Eric’s dick, as it would pulse, and the orgasm surprisingly was a different sort – it was intense, but it was a gradual orgasm, not like the ones I felt up my pussy, which were hard and rocking once the right spot was hit.

One night, Eric and I were fucking in the usual way: he would kiss me, and then move downward toward my breasts, biting them and teasing my nipples until they were hard, moving his tongue along my stomach and waist, then tease me with his tongue on my clit, feeling his goatee scratch against my pussy lips. His lips would pinch my clit, massaging it until I came, and then enter his engorged cock into my pussy, hitting my g-spot over and over until I came, overcome with the power of the g-spot, convulsing and whimpering from my climax, thrusting over and over again after my very long orgasm.

After a while, he pulled out, and told me to flip over. I got down on my hands and knees on the bed, and he said, “I want to try something new tonight, both of your holes are going to get fucked.”

“Really?” I said, between breaths. “How do you suppose we do that?”

”Just trust me,” he said. He inserted his forefinger into my ass, and I moaned from the sharp pain and the pleasure, as he relaxed my asshole with his finger, thrusting it slowly, in and out, while he took his other hand and thrust two fingers into my already wet and sticky pussy. I whimpered even more, hanging onto the headboard for dear life, while I wriggled through another climax, feeling my pussy and ass clamp together, in uneven pulses, feeling the two climaxes together made me hazy with my sexual desire.

Slowly, he removed his fingers from my pussy and inserted another finger into my asshole. My, did it feel good. His fingers stretched my asshole, feeling the sharp pain, but also feeling the sensation of his hands stretching my ass cheeks and his fingers thrusting in and out, pausing a few times to enter my pussy to lubricate them, then entering again to feel his fingers dip in and out of my asshole.

Then, I felt his cock nudging into my asshole, and he slowly entered, bit by bit, as I moaned in pain as he entered inside of me. It took a while as more and more of his cock was in my ass, pausing every few seconds for me to get used to it, until he was fully inside of me. He waited a few more moments until he started to gently thrust into my ass, feeling my ass cheeks tightening as he rocked himself inside of me, and then eventually, ramming into my ass, feeling my ass cheeks squeeze around his cock, as I hung onto the bed post for dear life, moaning and whimpering until he slowed down and paused.

He reached over to his desk and pulled out our favorite sex toy – his black flashlight – and slid it into my pussy. It felt good to feel the cold plastic sliding inside of me, pulling it in and out, and then he pushed it enough to where it would stay in place.

“Hold onto the tip of the flashlight for me, I don’t want it sliding out,” he said. As he fucked me from behind, I pushed the flashlight into me while I hung on to the headboard, feeling full as he fucked my ass into oblivion, and the orgasm gradually overtook me, my ass cheeks convulsing even more as I screamed through my ass orgasm.

“I’m going to cum!” he breathlessly said. He pulled out of my ass and shot cum all over my back, feeling the sticky white cum drip hot drops slide into my ass crack. After wiping me down, we both collapsed on the bed, exhausted from our interesting ass fuck.

Now I know what it feels to have two entrances and no exits, all at the same time…

Sexcapade Files #14: The Anniversary - Part III

He took me in his arms, and kissed me on the lips. I wrapped my arms around him, and he kissed me hungrily, our tongue touching and wrestling, as our lips moved in synchronization, moving our heads from one side to the other. As he kissed my neck, I felt his hand rolling my nipple around between his fingers, and I moaned louder and louder, as his hand began to squeeze my breast. His lips found my nipple, and as one hand squeezed one breast, he began to suck and flick the top of my nipple with his tongue, and I felt myself moan again. It felt sooooo good to have him suck my nipple, biting it gently, teasing it with his teeth, and then biting the surface of my breast a few times before sucking my nipple again. His lips found the other nipple, and he sucked and licked it again that I heard myself whimper and moan, louder as he teased my nipples into hard and erect nubs.

His lips went further south, and as he kissed my stomach and found the erogenous zones around my waist, he dipped two of his fingers into my wet and sticky pussy and wiggled them around, trying to find my g-spot. My back arched, moaning even louder, and my body began to shake from the orgasm that was building from inside of me. His thumb found my clit, and as he teased my inner thighs with his tongue, my pussy was getting wetter and stickier, feeling his fingers rotate inside of me, and his thumb rubbing back and forth on my pulsating clit.

His mouth found its way towards the arch of my feet, and up to the big toe. One by one, my toes were being sucked by his mouth, the crevices of my toes were licked by the tip of his tongue, and I felt my body shake and writhe around the bed, unable to contain myself with another mounting climax. His mouth explored my feet, one foot then the other, as his other hand continued to work my pussy, adding more and more fingers, until four of his fingers were in my pussy, teasing my g-spot, and I couldn’t help but scream as my pussy pulsed from the climax.

After the pulsing had gone away, he took his cock, and rubbed it from the outside, feeling the stickiness, then rubbing his head on my clit, and he lubricated himself with my wetness. Seconds later, I felt him inside of me, and as I felt his chest rub against my breasts, my legs fastened against his thighs, he thrusted into me as I felt another climax build its way up, faster and tigher, until I screamed at the top of my lungs, cumming so much that he pulled out, and shot his milky white cum all over my stomach and breasts.

He collapsed besides me, both of us panting and out of breath. After wiping cum off my stomach, we lay still for a while, looking into each other’s eyes, smiling after our second time that evening.

After a while, I leaned toward him, kissed him softly on the lips, and said, “I have one more surprise for you.”

“Really? What’s that?” he asked.

“Look under the bed, and tell me what you see.” I slyly said to him.

He rose, crouched to look underneath the bed, and found two bandanas tied against the feet of my bed.

“What are the bandanas for?” he asked.

“Well, do you want to tie me up and figure it out?” I purred.

He smiled, pulled me down, and laid me down of the floor. After tying my wrists with the bandanas, he whispered, “What do you want me to do with you?”

“You can do anything you want, you’re in control,” I said.

He kneeled between my legs and smartly spanked me on the thigh a few times. Then, holding on to my wrists, pinning me down, he began to suck my breasts again, biting harder this time. I screamed in pain, enjoying the sharp shooting feeling, as his teeth bit hard, leaving teeth marks on my breasts, my arms, my neck, moving south as he spanked my legs again, enjoying the feeling of this light slap fest.

“You’ve been such a bad girl tonight, you deserve to be punished,” he said.

“Please, don’t hurt me, I’m not a bad girl!” I feigned innocence.

He continued to slap my legs and breasts again. “How should I punish you?” he asked.

“Do whatever you feel you think you need to do to punish me,” I said.

He stood over me with his hard cock hanging in front of my face. I understood, and sucked his cock as he lightly thrusted into my mouth, sucking it hard as I tasted salty pre-cum oozing from the head, then he pulled out, hitting my face with his cock, and flicking his shaft with my tongue as his cock hit my cheeks and nose.

He moved back in between my thighs and shoved his already hard cock into my dripping pussy. As his arms pinned me down, he thrusted hard and roughly, biting my neck as he drove himself into me, harder and harder, feeling his rhythm, feeling his dick taking control of me, as I convulsed with orgasm, screaming louder and louder, until he pulled out again and soaked my face with his milky white cum, some into my mouth, and slid his cock into my mouth for me to suck the last remaining bits of cum from his cock. He collapsed on top of me, and after a few minutes, untied me from my binds and climbed back into bed together.

We were completely exhausted. We had made love three times that night, in 5 hours, and it was already past 3 am. It was like a marathon of sex, all different kinds of sex, and the sex was completely wonderful. I had never climaxed like that in my whole life. Our love for each other made the sex completely and utterly wonderful.

We both fell asleep in each other’s arms, the after sex glow still on our faces. It was a dream come true, enjoying such a romantic anniversary together, and definitely an anniversary that I will never forget.

Sexcapade Files #12: The Anniversary - Part I

(In celebration of Valentine’s Day, the blessed day of Love & Eros, I bring you a slightly different sexcapade….)

Eric and I had finally reached our first anniversary, and we were both excited. I guess you can say I was very excited when I decided to surprise him with something I had never done before…be ROMANTIC…

A few days before this wonderful event, I spent hours scouring the supermarket for “supplies”, scrubbed my studio apartment clean from top to bottom, and made sure everything was the way that I had planned it in my head.

By 9 pm, the place was gorgeous: The place was lit exclusively by candlelight, candles on the desk, on the table, in the bathroom, in the kitchen, everywhere, that it was dim but bright enough where we could see. The apartment held such a romantic and sensual glow, that the flickering of the candles reflected on the huge mirror of my wide closet, so the lights felt as if they multiplied around the room. The best part was that my bed was situated in front of that mirror. I was getting excitingly naughty.

Dinner was a specialty – cheese-stuffed meatballs & spaghetti I had made that afternoon - and a bottle of sparkling cider was in the fridge (mind you, Eric did not appreciate wine, unfortunately). Two plates, silverware, and glasses were specifically placed on the dining room table. My stereo system was playing about 5 hours worth of a variety of making love music that I had handpicked from my vast music collection. And I was wearing a blue camisole, a blue miniskirt, and knee-high black boots, with my hair dried straight. Underneath, I wore a black mini-thong snug deep into my ass cheeks. I was waiting for the night to begin.

Eric arrived wearing a maroon button-up shirt and slacks. Wow, did he look good that night, and the look on his face spoke volumes. His eyes gleamed in the candlelight, as he gathered me in his arms, and gave me a kiss on the lips. It wasn’t long before that kiss became much more engaged, our arms tangled around each other, our lips locked, tongues touched, and I felt that spark of love and lust empower us as we continued to kiss, feeling seductively heady from the smell of his aftershave and his cologne, his man-scent overpowering me as I felt myself melt in his arms, his hands tracing the outline of my breasts through the camisole, feeling my nipples becoming erect and hard from his touch.

We broke away, and he looked at me, with a warm smile on his face, and said “Happy first anniversary. I have a surprise for you.”

Sure enough, lying on the floor, was a flat, rectangular object. He picked it up, handed it to me, and shyly said, “It’s not finished yet, but I wanted you to see what I was planning to give you.” I gingerly ripped off the wrapping, and I gasped: it was a painting of the two of us, on the beach, looking at the sunset. It wasn’t finished, but I saw the time and effort he had used to create it – the pencil lines and the watercolor brush strokes – and I felt so surprised that it really touched me. I was very touched by his thoughtfulness.

“Thank you so much! It’s beautiful!” I gasped. “I can’t wait to see it completed!”

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t get it done in time, but I promise I will,” he said. “I’ll finish it for you, because I love you.”

”I love you too, Eric. Thank you for the wonderful gift,” I gushed. “Are you ready for dinner?”

I led him to the dining room table, and while he sat there, drinking some sparkling cider, I brought him our meal (and incidentally, it became our anniversary meal for three years). During the meal, he would occasionally glance at me, in a lovingly lustful way, and reach over to touch my face, slowly caressing my neck downward, then reaching over to cup my breast, once again touching my nipple until it became erect and hard. We stopped eating, and he leaned over to kiss me on the lips, and we again began to entangle ourselves in a passionate embrace. Our lips would swim over and over again, kissing each other on the cheek, moving toward the ears, his goatee scratching my neck, as his mouth ventured further south…

I began to unbutton his shirt, pulled off his pants, and as we kissed, I reached over to touch his already-hard cock. From what I felt, he had shaved just for the occasion, and I began to stroke his large dick with my hands, while he began to twist my nipples and squeezing my breasts that I began to moan with pleasure. We tossed our remaining pieces of clothing on the wayside, and lay on my bed, as he began to nip my neck, move downward towards the cleft of my breasts, feeling his tongue explore my stomach and the ticklish parts of my waist, and I heard myself moan more, feeling myself closer to the brink. I found his head swimming between my legs, feel his fingers part my pussy lips, and all heaven broke loose.

I was swimming in ecstasy. My mind and body was on the brink and I came multiple times as his fingers fondled the inside of my pussy, tickling the g-spot, and his goatee brushed against my thighs as I felt his lips suck my pulsing clit, getting me wetter and wetter, until my pussy juices poured out, exploding on the bedspread. I was gasping and screaming for air, my mind in a whirl, panting for breath, then he slid his cock into me, kissed me on the lips, and began to thrust, in and out, in gradual strengths, until I came yet again, then turned me over on my side and thrust into me with one leg on the bed, the other leg hugging against his thigh. God, it felt sooooooo good. A few more climaxes, and then he turned me over, as I was on my hands and knees, as he thrusted into me more, grabbing my ass and then holding my waist, as he rammed his hard cock into me, more and more, faster and faster, until we both came at the same time, screaming and whimpering into a passionate climax.

We collapsed on the bed, he and I both sweaty from our lovemaking. He gathered me in his arms, looked into my eyes, and said, “I love you so much. Happy anniversary, Vee,” he whispered.

“I love you too, Eric. Happy anniversary.” I whispered back. After a few moments, I said, “I have a surprise in the bathroom, you want to come with me?” I slyly asked.

Seeing his playfully suspicious look, I pulled him from the bed, and as he followed me into the bathroom, he finally saw his surprise: A row of candles lighting the bathroom and a bathtub full of warm water covered in bubbles. His eyes widened.

“Wow, you did all this yourself?” he said.

“Let’s lie in the tub and relax, I’ve never done this with you before,” I said. And we both stepped in the tub, and I lay on his chest, his arms wrapped around me, feeling his lips kiss the top of my head, I never felt so womanly and so passionately loved in my life. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world at that moment, as we sat in the warmth of that bubble-filled tub, feeling his hands and arms wrapped around me, everything was wonderful in the world for that moment…

Sexperience #3: The Vagina Sessions

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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”…