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…
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Friday, January 23, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Sexcapade Files #7: The Gates of Pleasure – The Sex Club Experience Part I
A few years ago, a fuck buddy of mine named Jesse and I decided to explore the city in a unique way – by going to a sex club. It was located in a back alley in the ghetto part of the city, but damn, was it worth the risk of getting shot going to that club, it was like sex heaven.
We entered the club, and discovered there were four floors total, but we had access to only three floors (the fourth floor was for homosexual men only to romp in). We walked into the dark first floor and discovered the delights of this floor – the exotic Medieval period and ancient Egyptian décor surrounded the place. The rooms had lavish decorations that were felt true to the time period it represented – sex swings hung from wooden beams and teepee structures, large wooden effigies with metal hooks for hanging were strewn in each room, and there were wooden structures that seemed like face-down massage chairs in some of the rooms, and I was so tempted to want to get whipped sitting on something like that. Every room had an entrance, but no door, for people to view you while you were fucking. No one had privacy, it was a building full of orgies out in open view. People would walk around with no clothes on, men would sit on benches watching people having sex, and jerking themselves for everyone to see. The building smelled of incense, and the dark atmosphere shrouded the mysteries of sex that I so desperately wanted to see.
We passed by a jail cell that had stirrups where an older couple was having sex. The woman was lying on a platform with her legs on the stirrups, moaning and her breasts moving in rhythmic motion while her husband was banging away, as you heard the slapping of his balls and thighs on her skin. Two men were with us watching this couple fucking away, and you can see their penises being stroked and rubbed by their calloused hands, and geez, was I getting horny.
We went upstairs to another floor, where it had a 70’s strip tease/romantic fantasy theme. In one section of the room, there were tables and chairs, and a pole bar where you could perform pole acts. On the other side of the room, you saw cubicles with beds that had different types of canopies, and all of them had holes on the headboards so you could get tied up in them. Further towards the back of the room, you saw a multitude of wide couches, and all had enough space for you to fuck on. At this point, this floor wasn’t completely busy, so we moved on to the next floor…
The basement was the most interesting floor of all – it was the S&M floor. It was the darkest room of all, but the most exciting and had the most variety. Once you entered the room, the place looked like a dungeon. In the center of the room, you saw a large jail cell replica with smaller jail compartments. In one, you saw a naked young man sitting on a chair with stirrups, his hands behind his back, and his white cock was erect, glistening under faint florescent lights. In another cell, there were two transvestite masters paddling and shocking two other trannies slaves handcuffed to a paddle chair, and in the last compartment, a man was strapped on a gurney while his master was whipping him hard with a leather whip, his lashes would echo in the dungeon.
Jesse and I walked around the room, and saw open rooms on the other side of the floor. In one room, there was a king sized platform bed, with a wooden slab tilted at an angle for hanging and whipping. Another room had modern décor, the walls were all white but tinted with black lighting. A large circular bed sat in one side of the room, and the floor was covered with black carpeting. The last room was dark and also illuminated with black lighting, and had a few chairs and couches. Inside that room were 2 males and 2 females having an orgy together, two men were kissing on the couch while the women were crouched on the floor sucking cock, oblivious that there was a crowd of people standing in front of their room, watching. It was so hot that I felt really really horny.
Jesse and I couldn’t take it anymore…we decided to go up to the second floor to find a room to fuck in, we couldn’t pass this up…
Part II will come soon, promise!!
We entered the club, and discovered there were four floors total, but we had access to only three floors (the fourth floor was for homosexual men only to romp in). We walked into the dark first floor and discovered the delights of this floor – the exotic Medieval period and ancient Egyptian décor surrounded the place. The rooms had lavish decorations that were felt true to the time period it represented – sex swings hung from wooden beams and teepee structures, large wooden effigies with metal hooks for hanging were strewn in each room, and there were wooden structures that seemed like face-down massage chairs in some of the rooms, and I was so tempted to want to get whipped sitting on something like that. Every room had an entrance, but no door, for people to view you while you were fucking. No one had privacy, it was a building full of orgies out in open view. People would walk around with no clothes on, men would sit on benches watching people having sex, and jerking themselves for everyone to see. The building smelled of incense, and the dark atmosphere shrouded the mysteries of sex that I so desperately wanted to see.
We passed by a jail cell that had stirrups where an older couple was having sex. The woman was lying on a platform with her legs on the stirrups, moaning and her breasts moving in rhythmic motion while her husband was banging away, as you heard the slapping of his balls and thighs on her skin. Two men were with us watching this couple fucking away, and you can see their penises being stroked and rubbed by their calloused hands, and geez, was I getting horny.
We went upstairs to another floor, where it had a 70’s strip tease/romantic fantasy theme. In one section of the room, there were tables and chairs, and a pole bar where you could perform pole acts. On the other side of the room, you saw cubicles with beds that had different types of canopies, and all of them had holes on the headboards so you could get tied up in them. Further towards the back of the room, you saw a multitude of wide couches, and all had enough space for you to fuck on. At this point, this floor wasn’t completely busy, so we moved on to the next floor…
The basement was the most interesting floor of all – it was the S&M floor. It was the darkest room of all, but the most exciting and had the most variety. Once you entered the room, the place looked like a dungeon. In the center of the room, you saw a large jail cell replica with smaller jail compartments. In one, you saw a naked young man sitting on a chair with stirrups, his hands behind his back, and his white cock was erect, glistening under faint florescent lights. In another cell, there were two transvestite masters paddling and shocking two other trannies slaves handcuffed to a paddle chair, and in the last compartment, a man was strapped on a gurney while his master was whipping him hard with a leather whip, his lashes would echo in the dungeon.
Jesse and I walked around the room, and saw open rooms on the other side of the floor. In one room, there was a king sized platform bed, with a wooden slab tilted at an angle for hanging and whipping. Another room had modern décor, the walls were all white but tinted with black lighting. A large circular bed sat in one side of the room, and the floor was covered with black carpeting. The last room was dark and also illuminated with black lighting, and had a few chairs and couches. Inside that room were 2 males and 2 females having an orgy together, two men were kissing on the couch while the women were crouched on the floor sucking cock, oblivious that there was a crowd of people standing in front of their room, watching. It was so hot that I felt really really horny.
Jesse and I couldn’t take it anymore…we decided to go up to the second floor to find a room to fuck in, we couldn’t pass this up…
Part II will come soon, promise!!
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...
History of a closet nympho - Part I
I guess you can say that I discovered sex at an average young age. As a present, a cousin of mine had given me Harlequin romance books because he knew I liked to read. The term "reading" changed my life for good once I opened those pages.
To a young twelve-year-old who didn't know much about sex and still thought that babies were made through making out, you could say that my eyes were completely opened by what they were doing. Tossing and turning, mouth to mouth, mouth to foot, moaning and groaning, kissing all over, banging until the morning light goodness...it was mesmerizing. I couldn't get those scenes in my head that I started to learn how to masturbate like crazy, every chance I got, lying in my bed. You really learn your way around down there when you're fingering yourself, slowling learning the basics, and then getting yourself the self-lube then stroke trick. You could say it got very addicting...
As I got older, and went into high school, I started to learn more about sex, but through gay and lesbian friends of mine at school. I joined the drama club at my high school, but the lessons I learned and still remember aren't about acting, they were about sex - how, when, where, and sexual politics. People my age that had experienced other sides of sexuality besides good ol' missionary were telling more about the "forbidden apple" - blowjobs, foreplay, positions, sex - it was just one after another after another piece of sex information. I sucked it all up like a sponge - and not like a pro-cock sucker. I still had much more to learn, and the fact that I was still a virgin didn't really help the situation at all. I couldn't prove that I could do those things because I was still a virgin.
Then came my senior year of high school. Still a virgin, but did the information keep coming. For my 18th birthday, some friends who knew I was a hot and horny bastard gave me sex books for my birthday, and not just any sex books - they were manuals that, to this day, I keep at my bedside table wrapped up in paper to disguise the contents. Those books taught me more about sex - erogeneous zones and positions, sex exercises and just how to be a good lover. And oh, did I treat those books like a gift from the gods. They were my savior on any dildo-less night, and it killed two birds with one stone (no pun intended) - I got off, and I learned something new. Every page, even without pictures, helped me to visualize positions and new tricks...why the use for porno when you have your brain?
So I guess, the moral of this story is...learn how to visualize!!
Part Two of this story will come out eventually...
To a young twelve-year-old who didn't know much about sex and still thought that babies were made through making out, you could say that my eyes were completely opened by what they were doing. Tossing and turning, mouth to mouth, mouth to foot, moaning and groaning, kissing all over, banging until the morning light goodness...it was mesmerizing. I couldn't get those scenes in my head that I started to learn how to masturbate like crazy, every chance I got, lying in my bed. You really learn your way around down there when you're fingering yourself, slowling learning the basics, and then getting yourself the self-lube then stroke trick. You could say it got very addicting...
As I got older, and went into high school, I started to learn more about sex, but through gay and lesbian friends of mine at school. I joined the drama club at my high school, but the lessons I learned and still remember aren't about acting, they were about sex - how, when, where, and sexual politics. People my age that had experienced other sides of sexuality besides good ol' missionary were telling more about the "forbidden apple" - blowjobs, foreplay, positions, sex - it was just one after another after another piece of sex information. I sucked it all up like a sponge - and not like a pro-cock sucker. I still had much more to learn, and the fact that I was still a virgin didn't really help the situation at all. I couldn't prove that I could do those things because I was still a virgin.
Then came my senior year of high school. Still a virgin, but did the information keep coming. For my 18th birthday, some friends who knew I was a hot and horny bastard gave me sex books for my birthday, and not just any sex books - they were manuals that, to this day, I keep at my bedside table wrapped up in paper to disguise the contents. Those books taught me more about sex - erogeneous zones and positions, sex exercises and just how to be a good lover. And oh, did I treat those books like a gift from the gods. They were my savior on any dildo-less night, and it killed two birds with one stone (no pun intended) - I got off, and I learned something new. Every page, even without pictures, helped me to visualize positions and new tricks...why the use for porno when you have your brain?
So I guess, the moral of this story is...learn how to visualize!!
Part Two of this story will come out eventually...
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