Sexcapade #44: Porn Star of the Evening - The Sex Club Experience #2 (Part II)

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Sexcapade Files #42: The Jackrabbit

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Sexcapade Files #39: The Photoshoot

A few days later, I was at the office with my boss, working on the usual – when my boss stops by my office and tells me that he had a little “surprise” for me.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Give me another sale today and I'll show you,” he said.

So I quickly finish up with work, when he calls me into his office and throws a plastic package at me – medium-sized fishnet stockings with a large hole at the ass.

“I want you to wear them for me,” he says.

I rush out of the room to undress and try the stockings on. They were pretty snug – so snug, that a part of the hole grew bigger since I had a hard time fitting them on. Luckily enough, I was wearing heels to work that day, so I slipped on the heels, and walked into the front reception area where he was working wearing ONLY the fishnet stockings and my heels.

“Good god, you look so sexy, my BBW slave,” he said. “Bend over so I can see your asscrack.”

At his command, I leaned over a chair with my arms, as I stuck my ass toward his face, my large breasts hanging freely. I felt his rough hands lightly massage my pussy lips and ass, then with a smart crack of his hand, spanked my ass.

“Don't look back, I'm going to take a picture of you. Is is okay?” he asked.

“Sure, as long as you don't do anything with it or show it to anyone,” I said.

I heard his camera flash and click as he posed me in a few other positions – my legs wide open, my hand on my pussy, my hands holding my breasts, then he put the camera aside and I saw his hand on my pussy.

"You want me to rub your pussy," he lustily growled at me.

"Yes, please!" I moaned.

He eyed me as he took his two fingers and shoved it into my wet pussy, then rubbing me hard with my slippery cum until I screamed, holding onto the chair. He then unzipped his pants and pulled me onto my knees.

He was still semi-hard when I took him in my mouth, but I felt that I had to conquer his cock. He has had so much experience that I wanted to hear that I was able to be on his “Top 10” list of best cock-suckers. I didn't want to fail, I WANTED TO DIVIDE AND CONQUER!!

Instead of my usual techniques, I decided to do a straight-shot suck and kept my mouth puckered in and tight, creating a vacuum, while he bobbed my head up and down on his cock with his hand. I held on to his shaft, squeezing and jerking him up and down, while my mouth created a suction so tight that within a matter of 10 minutes or so, I felt his cum shooting into my mouth, and as he ended his post-ejaculation stage, I sucked him dry until there was no more cum left to shoot for that moment.

He looked at me with a wide-eyed look and said, “Wow!! That was amazing!!”

“What are you talking about?” I queried.

“That's the second best blowjob I've ever had! The only time I've had it better was with a crackhead whore in New York in the early 90s! And of course, it's going to be hard to beat a crackhead whore...no one can,” he exclaimed.

As we ended the day, he came to my office and physically stood there, in my view, deleting pictures from his camera. He said that the pictures were all for fun, and by keeping them, it would end up messing up our careers...smart move for that man...

So I guess I've finally made his Top 10 list, but wow...a crackhead whore?!? Unbelievable...

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 #30: The Illicit Office Affair - Part II

This past week has been a whirlwind of sexual buildup and tension, so strong that it actually makes me horny walking into the office. It hits me as I drive to work, and the feeling gets stronger and stronger the closer I get to the office.

Sometimes I see my boss standing outside the office smoking a cigarette, as if he were waiting for me to arrive. I walk in with him, and the wave of sexual tension washes over me like a tsunami, so overpowering that it's hard to ignore what's going on. We chit chat, he sometimes sits inside my office or I sit in his, and as we talk, he mentions in passing that he would love to suck on my tits.

The first time we did something sexual was when he had told me that he would love to see my tits. I was wearing a T-shirt, a sports bra, and track pants that day, so I walked over to where he was sitting (which was at the front desk area), and asked him, "Do you want to see my tits?" and raised my shirt and bra to where my large brown breasts were exposed, hanging like two large water balloons on my chest.

He said, "Oh, I can't resist, they're so fucking hot," and he reached out and touched the right nipple, then the other, first lightly stroking them in circles, then he buried his face into my right breast and consumed it with his mouth.

The feeling was electric - his mouth sucked on them with such skill and finesse that it had been so long since my breasts were sucked that way. The feeling shot through my whole body, sexual ecstasy shooting from my breast to the rest of my body, and he clung on as I felt my chest fall forward into his face, my head and back slightly arched back as I moaned and whimpered louder and louder as he ravaged my sex-hungry breasts. He then licked my breasts in long and slow strokes with his experienced tongue, then flicked my nipples quickly with the tip, and then he did the most surprising thing - he pressed my breasts together with both of his hands until the nipples were almost touching, pointing towards each other, and then consumed both nipples in his mouth, sucking them in that rough way that I enjoyed the most, but hadn't been done since others weren't as skilled or had wanted to rough house them the way I wanted to.

My legs straddled his right leg, and his hand easily reached under me and started to rub my clit from the outside of my track pants. Regardless of having my period at this time, I wasn't willing to go beyond second base for fear of not enjoying it as thoroughly (plus, I don't enjoy having sex on my period...it has been done before in my past, and it wasn't fun seeing a murder scene everywhere after the fact), but it was very pleasurable, feeling his fingers on my clit from the outside of my pants, rubbing it while he ravaged my sex hungry breasts. He released my breasts from his mouth's grasp, and ordered me to kiss him - our lips and tongues wrestled with each other, his moist mouth tasted of cigarettes, and he asked me to spit in his mouth. While kissing, I gathered enough spit to pour into his hungry mouth, and that made his mouth move faster and more urgent, whispering between kisses how much my spit tasted delicious, and my arms cradled his head, my hands rubbing his smooth, bald head while we pleasured ourselves in our passionate embrace.

Soon, we stopped, because he was worried that he would get tempted even further to want to push me on the table, pull my pants off, and eat my pussy until it was raw.

And the rest of the week was like that - off and on sexually tempting one another, his hands constantly wandering to touch my breasts, weighing them in his hands, his hands touching my body made me want to tell myself to "fuck the period, I want to fuck him now!!!" but trying to stop myself from doing so until my period ended. And this would happen about 2-3 times a day, where sometimes, during our breast foreplay, I would reach down and rub his cock from the outside of his pants, rubbing it until he became semi-hard, and enjoying the sensation of his mouth ravaging my breasts. It has definitely made work a lot more fun and exciting, so much that sometimes I can't even focus on work because I'm thinking of when the next time it would be that we enjoyed another session of foreplay.

I have a feeling that this week we'll be headed to another direction in our sexual relationship, once my period is done and over with. We have talked about it, and he has told me that he has been able to place the guilt behind him and can continue this sexual relationship within the office. We've also sworn each other to secrecy of not telling anyone (including his "wife") about this situation, since it would mean my job, and his relationship with my boss.

We'll see how this pans out within the next few weeks, but I promise to update more as soon as I see how this plays out...

Sexcapade Files #27: The Frenchman on the Flying Trapeze

Well, just a disclaimer: we WEREN'T on a sex swing, if you think I was implying that. Although, I must admit, the “positions” he had me do were as if I were flying...with my legs in the air!

Earlier this year, I had met Pierre from an internet dating site, and we hit it off pretty well. I would have to admit, he was probably one of the more attractive guys I had gone out with, with his Mediterranean skin, close-cropped curly hair, his cute goatee, and his ADORABLE French accent – it was so sexy!! The best thing about him was the fact that he was slightly taller than me, which really helped with a few standing positions that I wanted to try out...but here's the deal that happened with him during Valentine's Day:

We had met up at a hookah bar we had gone to a few times, and since we had slept together a few times, we were getting a bit lovey-dovey – holding hands, the sexy eyes across the table in between hits of hookah, and footsies underneath the table – and we were heading out, when we started making out in the parking lot. Now, because he's European, I thought he would be into sucking tongues out in public, but strangely enough, he was not into the whole PDA deal – whenever someone would pass by, he would stop kissing me, and we'd stand there, with my hands cupping his hard dick over his pants, and his fingers pinching my nipples, pretending that we were cuddling and not making out in the parking lot, until the particular stranger passing by had either disappeared from sight. Then, we'd resume our make-out session, working our mouths and arms into a tangled frenzy, until we drove to my house for a little “night-cap”.

As we got to my door, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Our breathing became shorter and sharper, my arm held akimbo from holding the door open, too distracted to drag our sex-starved bodies into the door to get ourselves started in our sex jamboree. Finally, for what felt like twenty minutes, we got ourselves into my room, closed the door, and started wrestling our tongues and hands all over each other's bodies.

I would have to say, he was probably the best kisser I've been with for a long while. With a touch of European class, he gently glided his tongue in and out of my mouth with the right amount of pressure that turned me on. I felt like a dirty Goldilocks who had found her tongue “just right”.

As we tossed our shirts and I had pulled off my pants, I had finally gone down to where his cock lay in his boxer briefs. At last, I can finally say that I've sucked European cock – and it was “just right” for me as well – uncut, about 7 inches in length, and thick. Probably not the most impressive cock I'd ever seen, but at the same time, I figured it would be interesting, as I wondered what kind of magic this cock would do for me tonight. I licked the tip of his cock, and he had a very refreshing taste for a cock – clean-smelling and shaved!! I enjoyed taking the whole length of his dick in my mouth, sucking it as he pulled his head back while I licked and sucked him back and forth, deep throating in my usual way, as he thrusted a little bit in my mouth, riding his cock in my mouth.

He the lifted me up, turned me around, bent my upper torso over a piano arm, and took me from behind, as I cradled a piano arm. His dick felt very full as I moaned while he rammed his dick into me, slightly swaying in unison as he fucked me from behind. I then raised my upper torso as he held my hips to his, fucking me from behind, both of us standing and riding the thrusts together. It was my first “real” standing position – another one to cross off my list of “Sex Positions To Do”. Unfortunately, because of all our foreplay, he cums pretty quickly after probably 5-10 minutes of fucking me standing up. I assume that the standing position gets him really hot and turned on.

After we finally strip all of our clothes, we end up on my bed. After some chitchat (I would have to admit, he's probably the most conversational lay I've had so far, and I enjoyed his conversations. Some things turn me off – the fact that he's afraid of “commitment” which, at this time, I was hoping to move beyond just “dating” into a stable “relationship”, and the fact that our schedules don't really mess very well to see each other on a regular basis, made me feel as if our little fling was destined to end pretty quickly, but I digress...), I ended up coaxing his cock out of its foreskin shell with my hands while licking his nipples and slightly hair chest (another big plus – I can't stand guys who are extremely hairy). He then decided to take control of me, slightly pushed me down on the bed, and began to lick and suck my breasts, not too hard, not too soft, but just right.

His hands wandered down to my already wet pussy, and I felt his fingers parting me as he worked his way to rubbing my clit. However, I noticed a few things – he didn't lube me very well with cum, and the pressure he used on my rubbing me was too hard and in the incorrect spot. Also, he only used one finger to rub my clit, when I usually prefer two fingers. However, his saving grace was definitely when he started to thrust his fingers into my pussy – definitely fun, but not as good as how Eric had done to me years ago.

The surprising part of the evening was definitely what he taught me. For the first time, I had a guy who taught me something. Pierre was an amateur gymnast back in France, so all of his positions were definitely different from the “usual”. His “signature position” was to have my legs propped over my head, the bottoms of my feet resting on the wall, my hips high in the air, while he sat on my hips, nailing me with his dick and thrusting angularly downward. I would honestly say, that was probably the most difficult position I had ever done, especially since I'm a thick girl...however, I did get a bit of a compliment, since he had mentioned to me that girls he had done this to who were thinner than I was couldn't even do it, and I did...big A+ for me...

Other positions he had done on me were a sideways position where I would be on my back, with one of my legs cradling his upper torso, while he lay on his side, perpendicular to me, and he thrust sideways while holding on to my leg, called a “lazy dog” (definitely my favorite, it was very satisfying); another was a sideways face-to-face fuck that I had always wanted to do, but never got to try until that night; and a few more that really escape my memory since it had been a few months go...although, I definitely remember him being very acrobatic, the first time I had dealt with someone of that nature.

Two things that really annoyed me about this particular lay was the fact that when he'd get his momentum going with thrusts, about 30 seconds later, he would end up stopping, and having me lose my orgasm buildup. It was difficult to cum when he kept on stopping, you know? Plus, the fact that he would NOT eat pussy, when I would suck his dick...totally not fair...

And after every lay, we both would cuddle and fall asleep for a bit, and his arm would be holding me for the majority of the night, and we slept very comfortably...Luckily enough, this wouldn't last too long, and we would end up fucking 5 times that night...

Too bad that little fling fizzled out, I couldn't learned more and perfected those positions...oh well, it's time to move on to the next man...

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 #19: Sensual Touch - Part I

Last night, I’ve begun venturing into the realm of tantric sex by being with Sex Partner # 7. What was a friendly and harmless date turned out to be an almost night-long session of sensual touch and foreplay.

I had met Chris from an online dating site, and this was my second date with him, which was more an invitation to hang out and play Rockband with some friends. After a few hours, and the friends had left, he and I were left alone in the living room, sitting very close to each other on the couch, side by side. He softly leaned over and kissed my arm, and asked if I wanted to stay over (which of course, knowing me, I was tempted to see what this new guy had in store for me). I agree, and followed him upstairs. He quickly changed into his sleeping clothes, and I begun to undress, mainly to tease him.

“You don’t mind if I sleep in the nude, do you?” I said (Of course he’s not going to mind, what guy in their right mind wouldn’t want a chick sleeping naked in their bed? I thought.) His eyes wandered to my bare breasts, hanging free after removing my bra, as he stared at them, his mouth slightly agape.

“Wow,” he said. I removed everything except my underwear (unfortunately, I was on my period, and there was no way in hell I was taking it off and having his bed look like a murder scene) and lay on his bed, with a blanket wrapped under my breasts. He lay right beside me, smiled, leaned into kiss my lips and said, “I wonder how good you’d be sucking my cock.”

Our kisses became fervent, and our tongues touched, flicking each other. “Do you really want to know?” I asked.

I wrapped my arms around him, as we kissed, and felt his manly hands brush my back lightly, sending shocks of sensation in circles on my back. I reached down, and rubbed my hand on his cock from the outside of his shorts.

“Oh baby, yes, rub my cock, rub my cock,” he said, in a musky Jeff Stryker-esque voice.

I pushed down his shorts, and stretched my arm to squeeze and jerk his cock, and as he continued his Jeff Stryker-esque sex chant, I pushed my face forward toward his cock, and placed it in my mouth. It felt soooo good to suck another cock, and as I twisted my way around, wrapping my fist around his cock, and my teeth and tongue teasing the underside of his head, he lunged forward, and in a louder, more frantic voice, he emphatically phrased an “OH MY GOD, FUCK, THAT FEELS SO GOOD!” at the top of his hoarse, whispering voice. I guess I had definitely found his spot, as I do with every guy I sleep with.

But while I played with his head, he begun to go soft on me, and then I started to freak out (in my head, of course). Was I doing something wrong? Why is he going soft? And then I would frantically jerk him back into a hard submission, my mouth sucking inward and pulsing roughly, shove him down my throat as gently thrust his penis toward the back of my throat, I felt slightly more confident about my skills yet again.

After a while, I had begun to venture southward with my mouth. I spread his legs open slightly, and begun to lick the inside of his thighs, the creases between his thighs and pelvis, and then licking southward toward his feet, flicking his skin underneath a spread of hair, moving up and down his legs, sucking his dick again in my mouth, then moving toward his stomach, brushing my fingertips on his skin, my hands swirling slowly on his stomach, venturing towards his love handles, and he softly giggled. Sensing that I found one of his erogenous spots, I ventured toward the other side and he giggled again. With my head bent, my lithe tongue frantically darted on his skin, I glided my wide tongue on his ticklish spot and he moaned with, “Oh my god,” over and over again.

“I think I found an erogenous zone,” I said. “Basically, if you find your partner’s ticklish spots, and then lick them, they get turned on.”

“Wow, that feels so fucking good,” he said. I lowered my back onto the pillow, and he leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips, slightly pecking my lips, our tongues wrestling as we wrapped our arms around each other, and softly his fingertips were slowly running down my shoulders and arms and venturing toward my back, erotically charging me as he brushed against ultra-sensitive spots on my back, and I gasped and heaved, feeling weightless from his touch, my arms wrapped around his waist, as my body arched with his touch, his tongue flicking my skin. I lay nestled on his chest, holding on to him for leverage, as I gasped and moaned and heaved sexually-charged sighs, breathless of the electric pleasure of his fingertips brushing onto my skin. The feeling felt magnetic. He stopped and kissed me on the lips, each kiss with a gradual sexual urgency, and turned me onto my back. With his fingertips, I felt his fingertips roll my left nipple with his hand, teasing the ends of the nipple, then squeezing it slowly. His head moved to my right breast, and while I watched him engulf my nipple with his mouth, I felt his tongue flicking the nipple, and then swirling it around the nipple, and I gasped. His hand traveled south and felt his hand reach under my underwear.

“Oh my god, you’re so wet,” he said. I cringed at hearing it, wondering if he forgot that I had told him that I was on my period, and that he was rubbing my clit with a layer of blood. Although part of me cringed, another part of me was highly enjoying his fingers rub my clit, charging my erotic juices flowing. He then inserted one finger, then two, then three into my vagina, thrusting his hand as I moaned and heaved, my back arching as his mouth sucked my nipple and his fingers rubbed my clit.

I heard the bed creak, and felt the bed moved as I felt his cock rubbed my thigh, leaving a sticky trail of precum seeping from his head. He rubbed faster and faster, poking my thigh, and a trail of clear cum dripped from his cock in spurts. He rose, and a trail of sticky cum stretched from the bed sheet to his dick, and lay down beside me, our arms and legs surrounding each other, as our lips met with soft kisses.

“Oh my god, that felt so good,” he whispered. With my head nestled on his chest, and our arms and legs wrapped around each other, we drifted into sleep…but the night wasn’t over yet…

Sexcapade Files #16: The Peppermint Mishap

Have you ever had a sex experience where you felt “minty fresh” at the end? After this tale, you would never be able to watch a Listerine or Scope commercial the same way…

One Friday evening, I was planning on driving home to see my parents for the weekend, and I was watching TV with Eric at our apartment, when I had a splitting headache. I was lying on the couch, shutting my eyes, and contemplating whether I would drive home that night, with every last living brain cell not completely occupied with this splitting headache I was suffering from. I had asked Eric to grab some Tylenol and some peppermint oil from the bathroom cabinet (Tylenol for me to swallow, and peppermint oil to rub on my head, I was such a hippie). After I swallowed the pills, I opened the canister of peppermint oil, and tipped it over onto my head, not realizing that quite a bit of the oil spilled on my face, and had gotten into my eyes!

My eyes felt as if they were on fire! Forgetting that I even had a headache for the time being, I was running around, trying to find water, walking around with my eyes closed, feeling the pain of the peppermint’s cold sensation in my eyes, walking around in agony trying to get to the bathroom sink to douse my eyes, screaming in pain. I found myself in front of the bathroom sink, running cup after cup of water over my eyes for minutes on end until my eyes were not feeling as minty fresh and cold.

Eric had felt bad about this experience, so he had decided to lay me down onto the bed and said that he was going to run up a bubble bath for me. As I was on the bed, I could hear him clattering in the bathroom, rummaging for bath bubbles, running the water in the tub, and about fifteen minutes later, I felt his hands around me, leading me to the bathtub, pulling off my clothes, and placing me into the tub, surrounded by bubbles. Minutes later, I felt him sit behind me, and he held me in his arms, his hands rubbing my head, as I was feeling very relaxed.

Pretty soon, I was beginning to feel cold, as if a breeze was blowing through the bathtub.

“Does it feel cold in here?” I asked Eric.

“No, it’s pretty warm to me,” he said.

“Then why am I shivering?” I asked him. “What did you use for this bubble bath?”

“I found that large bottle with blue gel in the cabinet where you put all of your bath supplies,” he said.

“Oh no, that’s peppermint bubble bath! No wonder it’s getting so cold in here,” I said. Of course, I wanted to fight it out, shivering as I was, to take the minty coldness in that tub, but a few minutes later, I was shivering more than ever. Eric held me closer to keep me warm.

“By the way, how much of that bath gel did you use?” I asked.

“Almost all of the bottle,” he said.

“What?!” I exclaimed. By now, my teeth were chattering, and I felt as if the temperature dropped down to below zero. I jumped out of the shower and ran naked to the bed, and buried myself in three blankets, trying to keep myself warm. I felt the chill of air, my whole body covered in mint, feeling like a giant Altoid mint.

Soon, Eric’s hands dug to find me underneath the blankets, and he held me in his arms, naked as he was, feeling his chest press against my breasts, and his cock getting larger in between my legs…

“Maybe I should try warming you up another way,” he said. His fingers found my pussy, as he stuck two fingers inside of me, teasing my g-spot, feeling myself get wetter as he played around inside of me, and I heard myself moan. Feeling his fingers wet from that pussy play, he rubbed his fingers on my swollen clit, rubbing it back and forth, in a circular motion, as his mouth found my breast, sucking the nipple, and biting it with his mouth. He then took his engorged cock, slid it against my wet pussy, and began to thrust.

I lay on my back, hanging onto his legs for dear life, as we fucked underneath three blankets, feeling his cock thrust inside of me, my arms around his back as he shoved himself into me, going from soft strokes to hard strokes then back to soft strokes, thrusting himself into me more and more, feeling the minty feeling of a peppermint sex session fade away as he thrust himself more and more, the minty feeling in my pussy and his dick thrusting away gave me a climax that I had never felt before – the feeling of a winter wind chill climax.

Soon, he was reaching his peak, and he came inside of me, both of us panting away the coldness, the pain, and our after-sex glow.

“I’m so sorry for putting the whole bottle in the bathtub, V,” he apologized. “I didn’t know that that was peppermint bath bubbles.”

”It’s okay, at least my headache’s gone and I’m feeling a lot better,” I said.

“I wonder what made your headache go away, the peppermint or the sex?” he mused.

“I have no idea, but this night would definitely be an interesting sex story,” I laughed.

And as I slowly fell asleep from that peppermint sex fiasco, I realized that this would be something I can laugh about in time, indeed…

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…

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