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Thursday, February 23, 2012
Sexcapade #44: Porn Star of the Evening - The Sex Club Experience #2 (Part II)
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Thursday, April 14, 2011
Sexcapade Files #43: Porn Star of the Evening – The Sex Club Experience #2 (Part I)
This past October, I went back home for a close friend's wedding and to spend some times with friends and family who I hadn't seen in almost a year. Although the main objective was to catch up and reminisce with people and places of my past, I also had another ulterior motive with my sex agenda – to fully experience THE SEX CLUB.
If all of you can recall, sometime in 2009 I wrote about my first sex club experience that occurred about five years ago with my friend Jesse, the BDSM subservient slave with a massive foot fetish. This time, however, I went with my friend Eleanor, a close friend of mine from high school, who wanted to experience a new side of sex that she hadn't fully explored before.
And so began our journey into a “dark side” of sex – and what resulted was something I had never imagined beyond my wildest fantasies.
The sex club we went to was the same club, although it had changed ownership and location within the past few years. This “new” sex club was different in very many ways – it was as if it downgraded itself a bit, because the quality of the club wasn't as good as it was five years ago.
It had moved to a different location in a different ghetto locale of the city, right in the heart of “Hooker-ville”. The building itself used to be a local strip club, which was something very apparent as you stepped inside – what greeted me was a dimly-lit room with a very high, sloped ceiling, the room dotted with spots of “candlelight". I passed by shadows and silhouettes of men and women sitting on rows of couches and low-sloped chairs, watching intently at the main attraction of the room – two women and a man – all naked and very attractive - were gyrating their hips against each other on a brightly-lit runway, a woman wrapping her legs and pulsing her ass to a stripper pole, the man muscular and oiled, his hands grabbing onto one of the woman's breasts, his other hand on his large and shiny cock, stroking it up and down while he humped to the beat of some techno pop music.
As my friend and I walked through the strip-show room to walk upstairs, we past by people sitting on benches against the wall of what looked like a long balcony for people to watch the show. I observed these people as I walked past - men were stroking their proudly-standing cocks out in the open, women (and men) were bent over in the act of sucking cock, or sucking breasts – it was just like I remembered five years ago.
From that long balcony, we walked into another hallway that showcased open rooms – in one room, there was that same circular black leather bed which I coveted five years ago, watching that hot BDSM scene where a master was punishing his slave with a leather whip. The room was bare except for a few masks on the walls, the off-white brick color reflecting yellow tints of light onto a couple fucking on that same leather bed, her legs spread-eagle as a man fucked her missionary style. The other rooms I walked into were set up the same way – the brick walls painted an off-white color and left almost bare except for a few knickknacks on the walls, the warm yellow light conveying a seedy sex hotel atmosphere.
Another room we walked into was the masturbation room – the walls were covered with velvety blush magenta drapes, white leather couches lined the walls, and small television sets were playing porno movies. A few men were sitting there, watching the screens, jerking themselves off in the open without noticing or caring of the onlookers passing by.
The more I walked around, the more my heart sank, as this isn't what I had remembered. However, I still had hope...and I hoped greatly for some kind of excitement that evening.
We went downstairs and strolled into the basement. As from the last experience, I remembered the basement as being the “dungeon”, and it was in a sense – only it was a cheap imitation “dungeon” from what I remembered. This new dungeon was a long, black hallway, lit only by small florescent white lights dashing the ceiling. On my right side was a room with large glass windows – and as I peered inside of the room, I saw a man, fully clothed, lying faced-down on a black spanking horse (just like the ones from the original club), while two large bear-doms wearing all black, fedoras on their heads, were paddling and whipping this man. A handful of observers were sitting on chairs on either side of the room, watching quietly as he was being punished. I stood there transfixed, hearing this man's screams and moans, the claps of paddles, and the swish of whips echo through the glass windows, made me realize that I was getting very horny.
While walking down the hallway, I noticed black cubicles lined up against the wall that almost looked like fitting room stalls - only these were more rectangular, the rooms themselves did not have doors, and velvet ropes blocked the entrances (I learned later on that these stalls used to be private lap dance stalls.). Peering into them, I noticed that these too were bare as well – subtle black walls stood as a backdrop for a painting, a mask or prop as its decoration; however, it was not lacking with sex – men and women were being fucked in them in full view, men licking pussy, women sucking cocks, their bodies sweating from the sexual heat in the room. There were crowds of people standing to watch, bodies so close together that it was as if we were all magnetized by the sexual tension in the air, everyone hushed and silent, the only thing you could hear were the sounds of heavy breathing, moans, screams, slaps, and whispers.
Eleanor and I edged ourselves into the crowd, where I found the perfect spot to watch – crouched in the corner of an open stall, right underneath the velvet rope. Inside the stall, a man was fucking his girl doggy-style, both were haphazardly in a state of undress, his hips pumping into her, as he grabbed her exposed breasts with his hands as she moaned, her back arching, sweat rolling down her face.
Wow, was it hot...it was so hot that I really wished that I had my own that night...
As I was watching, a young, muscular Latin man with dark skin was standing next to me, his condom-covered cock peeking from the fly of his jeans. I wasn't really eying him directly, but looking at him through my peripheral vision, I noticed he was pretty sexy – short-brown hair, caramel-color skin, the hard knots of muscles bulging as his arm gripped his average-sized cock. It just made me lust over him even more, watching this sexy man stroke himself and watching the couple fucking inside the stall was so tempting, but I was too shy to proposition anyone for action.
Until something surprising happened: I felt a finger tap me on the shoulder.
I turned my head, and there he was – that sexy muscular Latin man stood over me, holding his cock in his hands, his eyes staring down at me.
And then, this slipped out of my mouth:
“Can I suck your cock?”
And that, was just the beginning...
Part II in a few days!!
If all of you can recall, sometime in 2009 I wrote about my first sex club experience that occurred about five years ago with my friend Jesse, the BDSM subservient slave with a massive foot fetish. This time, however, I went with my friend Eleanor, a close friend of mine from high school, who wanted to experience a new side of sex that she hadn't fully explored before.
And so began our journey into a “dark side” of sex – and what resulted was something I had never imagined beyond my wildest fantasies.
The sex club we went to was the same club, although it had changed ownership and location within the past few years. This “new” sex club was different in very many ways – it was as if it downgraded itself a bit, because the quality of the club wasn't as good as it was five years ago.
It had moved to a different location in a different ghetto locale of the city, right in the heart of “Hooker-ville”. The building itself used to be a local strip club, which was something very apparent as you stepped inside – what greeted me was a dimly-lit room with a very high, sloped ceiling, the room dotted with spots of “candlelight". I passed by shadows and silhouettes of men and women sitting on rows of couches and low-sloped chairs, watching intently at the main attraction of the room – two women and a man – all naked and very attractive - were gyrating their hips against each other on a brightly-lit runway, a woman wrapping her legs and pulsing her ass to a stripper pole, the man muscular and oiled, his hands grabbing onto one of the woman's breasts, his other hand on his large and shiny cock, stroking it up and down while he humped to the beat of some techno pop music.
As my friend and I walked through the strip-show room to walk upstairs, we past by people sitting on benches against the wall of what looked like a long balcony for people to watch the show. I observed these people as I walked past - men were stroking their proudly-standing cocks out in the open, women (and men) were bent over in the act of sucking cock, or sucking breasts – it was just like I remembered five years ago.
From that long balcony, we walked into another hallway that showcased open rooms – in one room, there was that same circular black leather bed which I coveted five years ago, watching that hot BDSM scene where a master was punishing his slave with a leather whip. The room was bare except for a few masks on the walls, the off-white brick color reflecting yellow tints of light onto a couple fucking on that same leather bed, her legs spread-eagle as a man fucked her missionary style. The other rooms I walked into were set up the same way – the brick walls painted an off-white color and left almost bare except for a few knickknacks on the walls, the warm yellow light conveying a seedy sex hotel atmosphere.
Another room we walked into was the masturbation room – the walls were covered with velvety blush magenta drapes, white leather couches lined the walls, and small television sets were playing porno movies. A few men were sitting there, watching the screens, jerking themselves off in the open without noticing or caring of the onlookers passing by.
The more I walked around, the more my heart sank, as this isn't what I had remembered. However, I still had hope...and I hoped greatly for some kind of excitement that evening.
We went downstairs and strolled into the basement. As from the last experience, I remembered the basement as being the “dungeon”, and it was in a sense – only it was a cheap imitation “dungeon” from what I remembered. This new dungeon was a long, black hallway, lit only by small florescent white lights dashing the ceiling. On my right side was a room with large glass windows – and as I peered inside of the room, I saw a man, fully clothed, lying faced-down on a black spanking horse (just like the ones from the original club), while two large bear-doms wearing all black, fedoras on their heads, were paddling and whipping this man. A handful of observers were sitting on chairs on either side of the room, watching quietly as he was being punished. I stood there transfixed, hearing this man's screams and moans, the claps of paddles, and the swish of whips echo through the glass windows, made me realize that I was getting very horny.
While walking down the hallway, I noticed black cubicles lined up against the wall that almost looked like fitting room stalls - only these were more rectangular, the rooms themselves did not have doors, and velvet ropes blocked the entrances (I learned later on that these stalls used to be private lap dance stalls.). Peering into them, I noticed that these too were bare as well – subtle black walls stood as a backdrop for a painting, a mask or prop as its decoration; however, it was not lacking with sex – men and women were being fucked in them in full view, men licking pussy, women sucking cocks, their bodies sweating from the sexual heat in the room. There were crowds of people standing to watch, bodies so close together that it was as if we were all magnetized by the sexual tension in the air, everyone hushed and silent, the only thing you could hear were the sounds of heavy breathing, moans, screams, slaps, and whispers.
Eleanor and I edged ourselves into the crowd, where I found the perfect spot to watch – crouched in the corner of an open stall, right underneath the velvet rope. Inside the stall, a man was fucking his girl doggy-style, both were haphazardly in a state of undress, his hips pumping into her, as he grabbed her exposed breasts with his hands as she moaned, her back arching, sweat rolling down her face.
Wow, was it hot...it was so hot that I really wished that I had my own that night...
As I was watching, a young, muscular Latin man with dark skin was standing next to me, his condom-covered cock peeking from the fly of his jeans. I wasn't really eying him directly, but looking at him through my peripheral vision, I noticed he was pretty sexy – short-brown hair, caramel-color skin, the hard knots of muscles bulging as his arm gripped his average-sized cock. It just made me lust over him even more, watching this sexy man stroke himself and watching the couple fucking inside the stall was so tempting, but I was too shy to proposition anyone for action.
Until something surprising happened: I felt a finger tap me on the shoulder.
I turned my head, and there he was – that sexy muscular Latin man stood over me, holding his cock in his hands, his eyes staring down at me.
And then, this slipped out of my mouth:
“Can I suck your cock?”
And that, was just the beginning...
Part II in a few days!!
Friday, April 8, 2011
Sexcapade Files #42: The Jackrabbit
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Thursday, April 2, 2009
Sexcapade Files #20: Sensual Touch - Part II
Chris and I were cuddled against each other, and he drifted off into a snore-filled sleep. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, mainly hearing someone snore, sleeping in a bed that I wasn’t used to, and the fact that I haven’t slept next to someone since Eric and I broke up, I stayed awake tried to turn slowly without waking him up. A few times were successful, but one major turn woke him up, and he started to murmur.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes, I’m fine, just getting comfortable,” I said. I placed my head on the crook of his arm, and had and I conversed a little through his sleep-induced haze.
I felt the urge to grab his cock and rub it, just feeling its softness. My, it had been a long time since I had touched a cock like his – uncut, of average length, but it was thick. It reminded me a bit of Eric’s cock, the fact that it grew in my hands, peeking from its foreskin shield, and then growing to about 7inches in length. It was the type of cock that I felt may be able to hit my g-spot perfectly, and I winced at the fact that I couldn’t fuck that cock right now until my period went away. I rubbed and teased it softly with my fingertips, slowly circling around the head, lubricating it with precum until it became slippery and slick.
“Oh baby, that feels so good,” he said. (At this point, my ears started to wince whenever he said the words “Oh baby”…maybe I’m not used to hearing someone talk so much during sex…)
I lifted my head and kissed him on the lips, and once again, our lips touched and rolled against each other, as I felt one of his hands hit sharply on my ass. My, did that feel good. He did it again, and that pleasurable pain of being hit was too enjoyable to pass up. My tongue traveled toward his cheek, and my tongue touched his ear, teasing it with the tip of my tongue, nipping it with my lips, the I moved southward, licking his shoulder and down his arm, until I picked up his hand and sucked the tips of his fingers, one by one, teasing the webs of his fingers with my tongue, and then sliding them into my mouth, deep-throating each finger until all four were in my mouth. I let them go, and continued to lick his stomach, teasing his love handles by flicking them with the tip of my tongue, and then finding my way back to his cock head, licking it slowly and sucking it with my mouth.
“Baby, I want to fuck your breasts,” he said.
With his cock being hard as a rock, I placed his cock in between my breasts, pressed them together, and jerked his cock, while it slid, his cock head peeping in and out. He began to thrust, so I followed his jerks while he titty-fucked me, and I tried to lick his cock every time it appeared at the top of my breasts.
I let go, and he said, “We should get some more sleep,” and I agreed. Again, being comfortable in his arms, I fell into another fitful sleep, wondering what else would come next this night…
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes, I’m fine, just getting comfortable,” I said. I placed my head on the crook of his arm, and had and I conversed a little through his sleep-induced haze.
I felt the urge to grab his cock and rub it, just feeling its softness. My, it had been a long time since I had touched a cock like his – uncut, of average length, but it was thick. It reminded me a bit of Eric’s cock, the fact that it grew in my hands, peeking from its foreskin shield, and then growing to about 7inches in length. It was the type of cock that I felt may be able to hit my g-spot perfectly, and I winced at the fact that I couldn’t fuck that cock right now until my period went away. I rubbed and teased it softly with my fingertips, slowly circling around the head, lubricating it with precum until it became slippery and slick.
“Oh baby, that feels so good,” he said. (At this point, my ears started to wince whenever he said the words “Oh baby”…maybe I’m not used to hearing someone talk so much during sex…)
I lifted my head and kissed him on the lips, and once again, our lips touched and rolled against each other, as I felt one of his hands hit sharply on my ass. My, did that feel good. He did it again, and that pleasurable pain of being hit was too enjoyable to pass up. My tongue traveled toward his cheek, and my tongue touched his ear, teasing it with the tip of my tongue, nipping it with my lips, the I moved southward, licking his shoulder and down his arm, until I picked up his hand and sucked the tips of his fingers, one by one, teasing the webs of his fingers with my tongue, and then sliding them into my mouth, deep-throating each finger until all four were in my mouth. I let them go, and continued to lick his stomach, teasing his love handles by flicking them with the tip of my tongue, and then finding my way back to his cock head, licking it slowly and sucking it with my mouth.
“Baby, I want to fuck your breasts,” he said.
With his cock being hard as a rock, I placed his cock in between my breasts, pressed them together, and jerked his cock, while it slid, his cock head peeping in and out. He began to thrust, so I followed his jerks while he titty-fucked me, and I tried to lick his cock every time it appeared at the top of my breasts.
I let go, and he said, “We should get some more sleep,” and I agreed. Again, being comfortable in his arms, I fell into another fitful sleep, wondering what else would come next this night…
Sunday, March 29, 2009
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…
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…
Saturday, March 21, 2009
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…
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…
Friday, March 20, 2009
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…
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…
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
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…
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…
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
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.
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.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Sexcapade Files #13: The Anniversary – Part II
Sitting in that warm bathtub water, our naked bodies wrapped around each other, made me feel as if we were the only people in the world so in love that night. My head was snuggled underneath his chin, and his arms wrapped around my chest, made me feel so comfortable and so protected. At that moment, I felt that time had stopped and didn’t wish for it to end. The echoing silence of pure and true love surrounded us like a thin veil – it was intoxicating, as if the mist carried our love, touching the flickers of the candles and radiated the room with a warm, bright light. We were completely and utterly in love.
We began to daydream about our future together – our dream house, kids, a career – all entangled with a passion of young love. His goatee brushed against my cheek as he kissed me gently, and his hands and fingers found their way in mine. I felt completely trusting of him, and loved him so much more, during that one moment in time.
Soon, one of his hands found its way to encircle my nipple. With the rough tips of his fingers, he began to softly rub the tip in gentle strokes, then massaging it between his thumb and his forefinger. I moaned softly while his other hand began to cover my other breast to squeeze and massage it gently. With that encouragement, I began to moan louder and louder. Soon, his hand had released my breast, and ventured south, right between my legs, and I felt his hands rub my already pulsing clit, still raw from his mouth and goatee, was now feeling even more raw as his submerged hand rubbed me, making me feel even hornier.
“Why don’t we go for round two?” He whispered in my ear.
He didn’t have to ask me twice. We sloppily got out of the tub, rubbed ourselves dry with a towel, and we ran toward the bed again once more. He lay on the bed, and as he tried to pull me toward him, I resisted, slightly.
“Wait, I have another surprise for you,” I purred.
“Another one?!” he exclaimed.
I went into the kitchen and took out a few things from my fridge, and brought them to him. In my arms were a bottle of chocolate syrup, whipped cream, a glass with ice cubes, Altoid mints, and wrapped chocolate.
“Here, I bought these for you,” I said, as I handed him his favorite chocolate.
“Wow, thanks. You really are full of surprises tonight,” he said. He popped a chocolate in his mouth.
“Well, it’s not over yet. Lay back, because I wanted to try some things with you,” I said.
I took the cold chocolate syrup and squeezed a bit on his cock. He slightly flinched at the coldness, but in a second, my tongue was swirling the sticky chocolate with my tongue, covering his half-erect penis with traces of chocolate.
“Oops, I see you’ve become such a mess, let me clean it up for you,” I purred.
My tongue began to flip and swirl around his head and shaft, licking off the stickiness of the chocolate from his cock, lapping up the saltiness of his cock and the sweetness of the chocolate in long strokes, as I massaged his dick in my hands. My mouth then covered his cock and my head bobbed slowly, sucking his dick to take the stickiness away.
“Oh, we can’t have a cock sundae without whipped cream,” I said. I took the whipped cream canister from the table, and a shot of air blew on his penis. He flinched and sighed.
“Wow, that felt a bit intense, feeling a shot of an air blast shoot on my dick like that,” he sighed. A blotch of cream was on his shaft, as I covered bits of his stomach with cream. I leaned over and began to lap up the cream with my tongue and mouth in long strokes, tracing circles on his stomach.
“You are such a mess! Here, let me clean it up for you a little more,” I whispered, as I reached for the glass that held ice cubes, grabbed a piece of ice in my hand, and began to smear the melting ice on his cock. He flinched even more.
As I smeared the ice cube on his dick, my mouth followed the traces of the ice cube with my mouth, making sure to not leave the ice cube on the same place for more than a split second, giving his cock a hot-and-cold feeling as his cock was given an ice and mouth bath. When the ice cube melted, I warmed up his cock again with my mouth, sucking it with my mouth and nipping his cock with my lips until his cock felt warm again. Then, I decided to go one more step further: the mints.
“We can’t have a cock sundae without an after-dinner mint, now can’t we?” I said. I placed a few Altoid mints in my mouth, then went down on him again, sucking him and moving the mints around the surface of his cock.
“My cock has a minty-fresh feeling,” he said. Once the mints were gone, I sucked him again, and then ventured up his stomach, caressing his neck and licking his ear, while my hand jerked his cock in hard movements.
“With all the experimentation you’re doing this evening, you’re making me even hornier. I want to make love to you now,” he whispered, his hands again massaging my breasts.
“I’m all yours tonight,” I purred. He took me in his arms and laid me on the bed, as I wondered what he was going to do next…
We began to daydream about our future together – our dream house, kids, a career – all entangled with a passion of young love. His goatee brushed against my cheek as he kissed me gently, and his hands and fingers found their way in mine. I felt completely trusting of him, and loved him so much more, during that one moment in time.
Soon, one of his hands found its way to encircle my nipple. With the rough tips of his fingers, he began to softly rub the tip in gentle strokes, then massaging it between his thumb and his forefinger. I moaned softly while his other hand began to cover my other breast to squeeze and massage it gently. With that encouragement, I began to moan louder and louder. Soon, his hand had released my breast, and ventured south, right between my legs, and I felt his hands rub my already pulsing clit, still raw from his mouth and goatee, was now feeling even more raw as his submerged hand rubbed me, making me feel even hornier.
“Why don’t we go for round two?” He whispered in my ear.
He didn’t have to ask me twice. We sloppily got out of the tub, rubbed ourselves dry with a towel, and we ran toward the bed again once more. He lay on the bed, and as he tried to pull me toward him, I resisted, slightly.
“Wait, I have another surprise for you,” I purred.
“Another one?!” he exclaimed.
I went into the kitchen and took out a few things from my fridge, and brought them to him. In my arms were a bottle of chocolate syrup, whipped cream, a glass with ice cubes, Altoid mints, and wrapped chocolate.
“Here, I bought these for you,” I said, as I handed him his favorite chocolate.
“Wow, thanks. You really are full of surprises tonight,” he said. He popped a chocolate in his mouth.
“Well, it’s not over yet. Lay back, because I wanted to try some things with you,” I said.
I took the cold chocolate syrup and squeezed a bit on his cock. He slightly flinched at the coldness, but in a second, my tongue was swirling the sticky chocolate with my tongue, covering his half-erect penis with traces of chocolate.
“Oops, I see you’ve become such a mess, let me clean it up for you,” I purred.
My tongue began to flip and swirl around his head and shaft, licking off the stickiness of the chocolate from his cock, lapping up the saltiness of his cock and the sweetness of the chocolate in long strokes, as I massaged his dick in my hands. My mouth then covered his cock and my head bobbed slowly, sucking his dick to take the stickiness away.
“Oh, we can’t have a cock sundae without whipped cream,” I said. I took the whipped cream canister from the table, and a shot of air blew on his penis. He flinched and sighed.
“Wow, that felt a bit intense, feeling a shot of an air blast shoot on my dick like that,” he sighed. A blotch of cream was on his shaft, as I covered bits of his stomach with cream. I leaned over and began to lap up the cream with my tongue and mouth in long strokes, tracing circles on his stomach.
“You are such a mess! Here, let me clean it up for you a little more,” I whispered, as I reached for the glass that held ice cubes, grabbed a piece of ice in my hand, and began to smear the melting ice on his cock. He flinched even more.
As I smeared the ice cube on his dick, my mouth followed the traces of the ice cube with my mouth, making sure to not leave the ice cube on the same place for more than a split second, giving his cock a hot-and-cold feeling as his cock was given an ice and mouth bath. When the ice cube melted, I warmed up his cock again with my mouth, sucking it with my mouth and nipping his cock with my lips until his cock felt warm again. Then, I decided to go one more step further: the mints.
“We can’t have a cock sundae without an after-dinner mint, now can’t we?” I said. I placed a few Altoid mints in my mouth, then went down on him again, sucking him and moving the mints around the surface of his cock.
“My cock has a minty-fresh feeling,” he said. Once the mints were gone, I sucked him again, and then ventured up his stomach, caressing his neck and licking his ear, while my hand jerked his cock in hard movements.
“With all the experimentation you’re doing this evening, you’re making me even hornier. I want to make love to you now,” he whispered, his hands again massaging my breasts.
“I’m all yours tonight,” I purred. He took me in his arms and laid me on the bed, as I wondered what he was going to do next…
Saturday, February 14, 2009
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…
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…
Friday, January 23, 2009
Sexcapade Files #10: A Sunday Morning Temptation
Would it be every straight guy’s fantasy to have a naked girl, lying in his bed, touching herself all day, while he did his normal weekend routine? Well, that was exactly what I did one Sunday afternoon.
That Sunday, I woke up alone in my Eric’s bed, feeling pretty horny after a luscious sex dream that I had that morning. I had dreamed that I was in a green field, surrounded by purple mountains and blue sky, and deliciously fucking my boyfriend, Eric, underneath a blue afternoon sky. He was busy caressing my breasts with his mouth when I had woken up, and damn, was I pissed that I had woken up in the middle of such a wonderful dream. I reached down in between my legs, and sure enough, my pussy was moist and dripping with cum, and I knew I had to do something about it. I stripped off my clothing, hurled them against the wall, and spread my legs apart as I smeared cum all over my clit and rubbed the sexual hunger, touching my shiny clit eagerly, over and over again in quick and even movements, pausing to slide a finger into my sticky and dripping pussy, and taking my forefingers, exploring the sides of my clit, enjoying the sensations of my orgasm. Soon, a moan escaped my lips and I climaxed, enjoying the burning explosion as the muscles of my pussy pulsed in an eager orgasm.
I lay on the bed, exhausted from my personal rendezvous, and looked at the clock. It was now around 11:45 am, and even after my pussy play, was still feeling horny. I could hear the TV in the living room with the volume turned up, so I knew he was in the living room watching TV. I wanted cock, and I wanted Eric to come up and fuck me…sooner or NOW! So I friskily decided to stay in bed lying naked, waiting for him to come upstairs into the bedroom to see if I could tantalize him to fuck me.
About ten minutes later, he came up and walked into the room. His eyes stared as he saw my naked body, lying on the bed, with my legs spread wide open, giving him full view of my wet pussy. He looked at me with a worried yet playful look and said, “Hey, I wanted to check up on you, I wasn’t sure if you were still asleep. Did you want to come down and have breakfast with me?”
“Actually, I’m not really hungry right now,” I purred, “but I am feeling horny right now. So I’m just going to stay up here and rub my pussy for a while.”
He gulped, paused, and said, “Okay…um…I’ll be downstairs once you’re done.” He turned away and walked out of the room, closing the door partially as I heard him walk downstairs. I reached over again, taking his flashlight that we loved to use as a sex toy, and I shoved it into my aching pussy, pushing and pulling it in and out with one hand, as I worked my fingers on my clit, still shiny from the cum, and I rubbed and fucked myself with the flashlight. The door creaked open slowly and I saw Eric’s glasses peering through the crack. I moaned with pleasure as he watched me from the doorway, enjoying my self-pleasure. As he walked in the room and sat down on his chair, I paused to acknowledge his presence. I continued playing with my clit, rubbing my sticky fingers into the crevices of my clit, spreading my pussy lips wide so he could see the view.
He reached out to caress my breast, squeezing the nipple and then the breast itself, juggling it in his hand, making me moan even louder. He quickly stripped off his clothes, jumped on the bed, pulled out the flashlight and quickly entered my hungry pussy, thrusting hard and deep, feeding my sexual hunger with a cock that I desperately wanted.
“You want my dick that much? You like teasing me like that? You think you could get away with just lying there naked, touching yourself, and me not getting to fuck you at all?” He sneered into my ear. He continued to thrust, harder and harder, making me scream with all my might, cumming loudly and beautifully, his hairy chest rubbing against my face as I continued to moan and scream in ecstasy, until he pulled out his throbbing cock, and shot his salty cum on my face and chest, both of us heaving with sexual excitement and exhaustion.
We lay in bed for the rest of that afternoon that day, feeling the touch of each other’s skin and basking in the sweat of our sex play. What could I say, it was a wonderful way to spend time together on a Sunday afternoon…
That Sunday, I woke up alone in my Eric’s bed, feeling pretty horny after a luscious sex dream that I had that morning. I had dreamed that I was in a green field, surrounded by purple mountains and blue sky, and deliciously fucking my boyfriend, Eric, underneath a blue afternoon sky. He was busy caressing my breasts with his mouth when I had woken up, and damn, was I pissed that I had woken up in the middle of such a wonderful dream. I reached down in between my legs, and sure enough, my pussy was moist and dripping with cum, and I knew I had to do something about it. I stripped off my clothing, hurled them against the wall, and spread my legs apart as I smeared cum all over my clit and rubbed the sexual hunger, touching my shiny clit eagerly, over and over again in quick and even movements, pausing to slide a finger into my sticky and dripping pussy, and taking my forefingers, exploring the sides of my clit, enjoying the sensations of my orgasm. Soon, a moan escaped my lips and I climaxed, enjoying the burning explosion as the muscles of my pussy pulsed in an eager orgasm.
I lay on the bed, exhausted from my personal rendezvous, and looked at the clock. It was now around 11:45 am, and even after my pussy play, was still feeling horny. I could hear the TV in the living room with the volume turned up, so I knew he was in the living room watching TV. I wanted cock, and I wanted Eric to come up and fuck me…sooner or NOW! So I friskily decided to stay in bed lying naked, waiting for him to come upstairs into the bedroom to see if I could tantalize him to fuck me.
About ten minutes later, he came up and walked into the room. His eyes stared as he saw my naked body, lying on the bed, with my legs spread wide open, giving him full view of my wet pussy. He looked at me with a worried yet playful look and said, “Hey, I wanted to check up on you, I wasn’t sure if you were still asleep. Did you want to come down and have breakfast with me?”
“Actually, I’m not really hungry right now,” I purred, “but I am feeling horny right now. So I’m just going to stay up here and rub my pussy for a while.”
He gulped, paused, and said, “Okay…um…I’ll be downstairs once you’re done.” He turned away and walked out of the room, closing the door partially as I heard him walk downstairs. I reached over again, taking his flashlight that we loved to use as a sex toy, and I shoved it into my aching pussy, pushing and pulling it in and out with one hand, as I worked my fingers on my clit, still shiny from the cum, and I rubbed and fucked myself with the flashlight. The door creaked open slowly and I saw Eric’s glasses peering through the crack. I moaned with pleasure as he watched me from the doorway, enjoying my self-pleasure. As he walked in the room and sat down on his chair, I paused to acknowledge his presence. I continued playing with my clit, rubbing my sticky fingers into the crevices of my clit, spreading my pussy lips wide so he could see the view.
He reached out to caress my breast, squeezing the nipple and then the breast itself, juggling it in his hand, making me moan even louder. He quickly stripped off his clothes, jumped on the bed, pulled out the flashlight and quickly entered my hungry pussy, thrusting hard and deep, feeding my sexual hunger with a cock that I desperately wanted.
“You want my dick that much? You like teasing me like that? You think you could get away with just lying there naked, touching yourself, and me not getting to fuck you at all?” He sneered into my ear. He continued to thrust, harder and harder, making me scream with all my might, cumming loudly and beautifully, his hairy chest rubbing against my face as I continued to moan and scream in ecstasy, until he pulled out his throbbing cock, and shot his salty cum on my face and chest, both of us heaving with sexual excitement and exhaustion.
We lay in bed for the rest of that afternoon that day, feeling the touch of each other’s skin and basking in the sweat of our sex play. What could I say, it was a wonderful way to spend time together on a Sunday afternoon…
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Sexcapade Files #2: Cybersex via Postal Mail
Orgasms over postal mail. That's exactly what I did with Eric, my boyfriend at the time, when we were apart for the summer, earlier in our relationship a few years back.
Mind you, I was still a virgin, but we were messing around. We were playing around, touching each other, sucking cock and licking pussy, for hours and hours on end. I guess you could say that he was my first in everything, but he was definitely a great experience.
He had this pretty large cock, and for a virgin, even I thought it was pretty massive. He was about 7 1/2 inches, had a girth of a normal flashlight, and he was uncut. The most interesting thing for me at the time was the fact that he was a grower: when it wasn't hard, it would be hiding in its little shell, then when you woke it up, it would slowly grow, inch by inch, until you'd see its head protruding widely out to say "Stand hutt!" and greet me in attention until I gave it my next command.
Eric and I had only been together for about three months, and he had finally convinced me (or wore me down) to start messing around with him. Surprisingly, when I was still a virgin I was a prude when it came to doing the actual deed, but wow did I talk dirty...you could say that I could only talk the talk, but couldn't do the walk. The not so surprising thing that happened was that once I started sucking cock and messing around, a sexual awakening occured inside of me, and I couldn't stop. I liked messing around, and I liked sucking cock. Really sucking cock.
So we were both away from each other, and we chat on instant messenger every night, just talking about things. Half of the time, we would do cybersex, and did my imagination run wild. I would usually initiate it, type out what I would do to him, suck his cock so many different ways, dry hump him, you know it, until the only thing he could type back would be "I'm cumming" so misspelled that you knew that he couldn't concentrate to even respond properly.
One day, I had purchased some black lacy thongs from Victoria's Secret and decided to do something completely random - to send Eric a "surprise" via postal mail.
On a day that we were having cybersex, I decided to wear the black lacy thongs and come all over them (and usually, I come a lot). While typing out the nasty, naughty things I would do with him, I would shove my fingers into my already wet pussy and stroke my clit until it was burning hot, and I could feel my vagina muscles pulsate wildly. I then wrote to him one evening telling him that I had a "surprise" for him and to check his mailbox in a week. Of course, he kept on pressuring me to tell him this surprise, but all I could tell him, over the phone, was huskily say, "you'll see", smiling to myself that evil, sexy smile that I know he couldn't see but could probably feel through the phone waves.
A week later, Eric calls me to say that he got my surprise. He wasn't sure what it was until he went into his room, opened up the envelope, to discover it was my black lacy thongs that had cum all over them. Can we say shocked? "I had to jack off right away, that was fucking hot!!" he said. So you can say that he got the surprise of his life...I could imagine him sitting on his computer chair, smelling my black lacy thong, as he jerks his big cock in long, hard and fast strokes, as he get harder and hard, until he shoots out mily white cum all over his stomach...yummy...if only I was there in person to see it. Although, the thought of that memory already makes me horny.
And I believe, after we broke up, he probably still has that black lace underwear that I came on about 6 years ago, because I never got it back again...
Mind you, I was still a virgin, but we were messing around. We were playing around, touching each other, sucking cock and licking pussy, for hours and hours on end. I guess you could say that he was my first in everything, but he was definitely a great experience.
He had this pretty large cock, and for a virgin, even I thought it was pretty massive. He was about 7 1/2 inches, had a girth of a normal flashlight, and he was uncut. The most interesting thing for me at the time was the fact that he was a grower: when it wasn't hard, it would be hiding in its little shell, then when you woke it up, it would slowly grow, inch by inch, until you'd see its head protruding widely out to say "Stand hutt!" and greet me in attention until I gave it my next command.
Eric and I had only been together for about three months, and he had finally convinced me (or wore me down) to start messing around with him. Surprisingly, when I was still a virgin I was a prude when it came to doing the actual deed, but wow did I talk dirty...you could say that I could only talk the talk, but couldn't do the walk. The not so surprising thing that happened was that once I started sucking cock and messing around, a sexual awakening occured inside of me, and I couldn't stop. I liked messing around, and I liked sucking cock. Really sucking cock.
So we were both away from each other, and we chat on instant messenger every night, just talking about things. Half of the time, we would do cybersex, and did my imagination run wild. I would usually initiate it, type out what I would do to him, suck his cock so many different ways, dry hump him, you know it, until the only thing he could type back would be "I'm cumming" so misspelled that you knew that he couldn't concentrate to even respond properly.
One day, I had purchased some black lacy thongs from Victoria's Secret and decided to do something completely random - to send Eric a "surprise" via postal mail.
On a day that we were having cybersex, I decided to wear the black lacy thongs and come all over them (and usually, I come a lot). While typing out the nasty, naughty things I would do with him, I would shove my fingers into my already wet pussy and stroke my clit until it was burning hot, and I could feel my vagina muscles pulsate wildly. I then wrote to him one evening telling him that I had a "surprise" for him and to check his mailbox in a week. Of course, he kept on pressuring me to tell him this surprise, but all I could tell him, over the phone, was huskily say, "you'll see", smiling to myself that evil, sexy smile that I know he couldn't see but could probably feel through the phone waves.
A week later, Eric calls me to say that he got my surprise. He wasn't sure what it was until he went into his room, opened up the envelope, to discover it was my black lacy thongs that had cum all over them. Can we say shocked? "I had to jack off right away, that was fucking hot!!" he said. So you can say that he got the surprise of his life...I could imagine him sitting on his computer chair, smelling my black lacy thong, as he jerks his big cock in long, hard and fast strokes, as he get harder and hard, until he shoots out mily white cum all over his stomach...yummy...if only I was there in person to see it. Although, the thought of that memory already makes me horny.
And I believe, after we broke up, he probably still has that black lace underwear that I came on about 6 years ago, because I never got it back again...
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