Kissing, touching, hand-holding, nibbling on a thigh, licking a clit, backrubs, warm hands in secret places, sneaking a touch, conniving to brush by, smelling perfumed hair, biting a tongue, more, more, more…
Find a moment today for some of this. Someone near you really wants some.
One time we stopped at a house to pick up furniture. It was the home of former family members (long story). They were not home, but gave us a key and told us to go and get the pieces. We had been groping in the car for the entire trip out to their house. By the time we got there, we were aching for each other. Before I knew it Jack had me undressed and pinned to the floor of the dining room/living room. It was naughty which just added to the ecstasy. We fucked so hard we had rug burns and I thought for sure we damaged the rug. We knew that the uptight occupants would have been shocked to find us in flagrante delicto. I am sure the place smelled of sex for a long time afterwards. On the way home we were still so crazed that we had to pull over the car, in a subdivision still under construction, and have each other again in the front seat. The memory gives me goosebumps. Back then, each and every time we fucked (which for the first years was pretty much daily) I remember being both surprised and delighted at the size of his cock. He wasn’t only long enough to hit bottom, he was thick enough to fill me perfectly.
More later
I open my eyes. It is late morning and the sounds of smaller footsteps drum over our heads. I look over through a cloud of hair and he is awake, shirtless and on his side. He is laying on his bent arm, watching me with his bedroom eyes again. Glinting blue and black, willing me awake. He takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “Hi.” When he looks at me like this, it always gives me a jolt at the center of my chest, and up my spine.
I smile, stretch and take inventory. He waits, knowing it will take me a few moments to fully spin up. I can feel that my cheeks under me are still pink. My stomach, arm, thigh and shoulder muscles are tight. My wrists feel as if there is still something holding them. I am not sore, but sensitive. I am enjoying the feeling. I flex and stretch to fully delight in it. I think of how I earned every bit of it and my usual morning arousal heightens. I rub my legs together, arch a little and the sense of need rises. My tight boy-cut panties appear to be trying to escape on their own. My legs are as usual uncovered, and when I throw aside the light sheet over my torso, my lacy tank has climbed up to become a flimsy bra holding back hardening nipples. He looks at me, smiles that sly little crooked grin and says “Oh, Hi!” I turn towards him and find my voice. “Hi,” I exhale.
We calculate the amount of time we have until the smaller footsteps will come skipping towards our room. We are hidden behind bookshelves, buying us time to duck and cover. We waste none of this time.
Some women are aggressive in bed, and like to be in control. Other women (or, excitingly sometimes the same women) want to be controlled in bed. While both schools of thought have their advantages, my preference runs toward the latter. How do you know which way your lover leans? Try this: Hand her a pair of handcuffs and tell her to put them on.
If she refuses, she’s unwilling to spontaneously lose control with you. Deal with it.
If she locks herself in with her hands cuffed in front of her body, she’s likely to be up for some play, but won’t be ready to completely let go. Be prepared to invest some time building trust to the point where she can really cut loose with you.
If she puts them on with her hands restrained behind her back, congratulations! You’ve found a woman who’s willing to give herself to you unreservedly. Marry her, quick, if you haven’t already.
Recently, Alex expressed interest in being fucked in her pristine, virgin ass. I immediately began helping her learn how to have anal sex safely, and if you’ve ever seen Alex’s ass, I think you’d agree I’ve made the right decision.
The secret to happy anal is patience. Take everything slowly. (That, and use insane quantities of lube.) Alex started small, with a well-oiled fingertip placed just inside her anus. Over the last several weeks, she’s worked, moaning and begging, up to the point where she’s ready to try something a little larger.
About a month ago, I presented her with an Njoy “Pure” medium-sized plug. It’s a luxury toy, made from surgical steel about 1.25″ at the widest point, and heavy. Alex went crazy for it, and I’ve slid it into her ass at every opportunity since I brought it home. I’ve even started calling her from the office late in the day and having her put it in for when I return.
I just ordered an anal “training kit,” a set of three cock-shaped plugs in small, medium and fucking large sizes, along with some nice anal lube featuring a mild numbing agent. Alex will be taking the first of these into her snug butt in the next day or two, and has been begging to get through her “training” as soon as possible. I plan to help her celebrate her graduation, personally, sometime very soon. I’ll keep you posted.
We went out with a group to a neighborhood bar-type restaurant for dinner yesterday. We were a bit rowdy (the fun kind, not destructive) and had a great a waiter that was happy to play along.
Lately I do look younger. I come from a genome that has the bad manners to remain rather young looking until we are in our late 70s. Even then, we tend to look about 10 years younger than we are. I also do have a new hairstyle from a very talented young hairdresser and it does compliment what tends to be halo of long banana curls and waves, all doing whatever they want on my head. She has also added layers of auburn and dark brown color to the blonde, which oddly makes me look younger.
Something about our recent daily fucking seems to be removing more signs of age. So for my skin-care regime I recommend getting a lot of time screwing (and blowing) a hard cock.
So back to dinner, I ordered a gin and tonic (tell you later why these are especially yummy to me). He carded me (teehee). I do not look under 21. I thanked the young man and showed him my ID. We like to tip waiters well, but he got a very, very good tip.
As promised…
We’d fallen asleep about 2 hours before after a fairly marathon night of new toys and hard sex. A pay channel was playing on the bedroom TV and the sounds of serious porn humping woke me just before 3 a.m. I looked over at Jack. He was quiet, shirtless, asleep with a little smile still lingering at the corners of his mouth. I could smell his musk. I picked up his arm and curled in under it, with my head on his chest. He wrapped his arm tightly around my shoulders.
Usually, I am not the one that is the most interested in spooning through the night. I was never a cuddly girl and I never forced people to stay after sex. I tend to sleep cool, wearing very little and often with my legs exposed. Having someone against me is not conducive to cooling. Jack is a furnace of heat all day and night.
This time, I wanted more body heat, I wanted to be right up against Jack. I fell asleep.
Not too long after I woke to find my hand was working his cock through his thin pants. He had his head back, eyes closed. He was moaning quietly. I had no idea I could do that in my sleep. How awesome is that? I slipped my hand inside and wrapped my hand around him and began to glide it up and down. He was very, very hard. I woke up completely and became very excited.
I had to get Jack’s cock into my mouth. I absolutely love to suck him. He helped me slip his pants off and I practically dove onto him. Pre-cum was waiting for me at the very tip. I ate it happily. He moaned. I played with the tip, running my tongue slowly down and all around the base of the glans. I closed my lips and pressed them to the tip, making it force them open. I also gently nibbled and sucked the underside of his shaft, down to the base. To tease, I will slowly lick, as if he were made of ice cream. Then, I stay at the tip until I sense he can hardly stand the wait. Without warning, I suddenly plunge his shaft deep into my mouth, sucking hard. At this point he usually moans loudly and I feel his cock throb.
This time, I managed without any difficulty at all to take all of him into my mouth and throat. I have often come close, but never made it all the way to the base for long. I usually have one hand as a ring at the base of his cock working up and down with my mouth to make up for my shortcoming. Not this time. He gasped. I tried not to smile and had to moan for joy myself. I sucked hard, running most of the way up and all the way down his length. With my hand I massaged his balls. He was thrusting into my mouth, gasping, moaning, breathing in long, uneven sighs. He shot his load so hard it went down my throat without my getting much of a taste of it. I felt the warmth as it ran down my throat, making me swallow and suck harder. I was perpendicular to him. He was working my soaking wet pussy with his fingers and I was pushing against his hand. I hardly noticed my pussy until this moment, as I was so engaged with sucking and deep throating. I continued to suck and lick him a little as he came down from his orgasm. We both collapsed, me tucked under his arm again and we slept.
In the morning, he kissed me. He was wet from his shower but stopped to lean over me before dressing for work. He said “if you need to, wake me any time.”
I had an incredible night. At one point, Jack was working between my legs as I lay in the bed and started to ask me questions about my previous partners. Had I ever done two men at once? Well, sadly, no, although I have had three partners in a 24-hour period of time. I know, bad girl. It was college, and it was early in a semester, when I had some time to date before classes got too demanding.
Here’s more detail:
I had a date Thursday night, where I spent what was left of the night at his apartment. This was a young dark, curly-haired man from an anatomy class that I talked with in other classes. He was not typically my type, medium height but a bit too muscled. We had always had witty, sexy banter in class, which I think finally won me over. He won this date by cornering me near the door to class, pressing me against the wall and planting a very passionate kiss on me. He then just said, “I would like to see you after class.” I breathed “How soon after class?” We met late that evening, saw a movie where we started petting and went back to his place. The sex was for me somewhat uninspired, despite the overall arousal and urge to finally “do it.” He was a missionary-only guy and he asked too many “do you like that?” questions and made too many answers for me, “Oh yeahhhh, you liiiiike it.” He was an overt approval seeker. I wanted at one point to say, “I am laying here in your bed, wet and humping, aren’t I?” We did have a little early morning quickie which has it’s own charm and where he refrained from the chatter.
I left for home to shower and get to class. I had a phone call and made a date with someone else that evening (Friday). I had decided to take his last-minute offer instead of going to a party. The second date involved a quick dinner and a rush to get back to the apartment. We got into my apartment, closed the door and did not even make it out of the living room. I think that the fucking from the night before had me ready to go and I am betting I was pouring out pheromones. This guy was much more exciting overall, a physics major. We had not had a lot of time with each other, but the need to fuck was pretty on-the-table from the first time we talked high-energy particles (he had not talked with a girl about it before). He was a good conversationalist and I liked talking science with him
The sex with him on top and then me on top, feet flat, as he sat on the sofa was rushed. He was not a chatter guy, but his hands never stopped moving the whole time. It was a little ticklish, really. He was also a compulsive tit squeezer. He was cute and geeky without the lack of style, but a little too thin and blonde to completely drive me wild. But like pizza, even if it is not the best, sex is still pretty good. In his overall rush we finished pretty quickly (who knows, maybe someone else was waiting at home). I thanked him for a lovely time and sent him home and he did not argue.
I showered again and went downstairs to do some weightlifting. My long hair was loose and wet, bangs in my eyes and I was wearing a low-cut bathing suit/cut off jeans shorts, with no side seams up to the waist band. Everyone in the building had contributed some effort to turning a room in the basement, next to the washer/dryer into a work out room. I did some light stretching and easy sets to warm up on the free weights. I wasn’t looking to muscle up, but to keep tone and flexibility. I decided that my back and upper arms could use a little harder work out and I locked the weights on to the long bar at the bench. I also liked putting very heavy weights on the bar and stretching my legs and lower back by basically folding in half and wedging my ankles under it, one at a time. Basically an upside-down set of splits with more resistance.
One of my neighbors walked in. He offered to spot. We did date periodically and had for about 2 years. He had moved to the building a few months after I did. He was shorter than my usual dates and his already thinning hair was not dark enough for my taste, but he was lightly muscled, decently endowed and not too thin. His overall aggressive but non-violent nature was attractive to me. He was studying marketing and law at the time, although something about him was always intimidated by my advanced science/medicine major. He complained that when we were out with friends and we started talking about those things, that he could not keep up. It overall meant for me that although we were friends with benefits, we’d never have a serious multi-dimentional relationship.
As I finished stretching, admittedly a series of positions that have to be pretty provocative to a guy, he helped me reduce the weight on the bar for a few lifts. When he took position over my head, I noticed he was sporting an obvious hard on. I lifted, a couple times, keeping my eyes on his crotch. I lost the ability to think clearly. He was definitely aroused. I put the bar back and just looked up at him and smiled. Once he realized I had stopped and moved his eyes from my tits to my face, he did not need another invitation. He came around to the end of the bench and straddled it, between my legs. He undid my shorts. I sat up, kissed him and stood, and removed the shorts and bathing suit. He removed his shorts which had a condom ready in the back pocket (my kind of hero). I lay on the bench again, and held the bar. He set to work fucking me hard on the bench, he was kind of standing — no foreplay needed. We went for a long time, and at one point the bench was suffering from the unusual end-to-end torque. We finished, standing up against the wall, me facing the wall and him behind me (think police pat down). After my other dates, I enjoyed that he was largely quiet other than appreciative moans, groans and heavy breathing and not overly grabby. He leaned against me and whispered an offer to come upstairs and spend the night. I turned around, leaned back against the wall and thought about it. I then gave him a kiss, thanked him and said “I need sleep, perhaps tomorrow, and thanks for the spot.”
I heard the boys downstairs the next day, repairing the bench. I wonder if he explained how it had been damaged (probably).
Maybe Jack will be compelled to tell of some of his hot tales in college. I don’t think I have ever met someone with such an easy time picking up women. I remember before we ever dated, wherever we went for a while, there was yet another girl that came up to complain that he had not called her…
More later.
All week, I’ve been really into pulling on a huge handful of Alex’s hair while I’m fucking her. I particularly like it when she’s on her knees. She’ll be face-down on the bed and I’ll slowly run my hand up her spine, grab a handful of blonde curls and tip her head waaay back. Inevitably, every time, her pussy clamps me like a vise and her breathing gets ragged, which I take to mean that she’s been into it, too. It really is the little things you enjoy…
I have never fully explored anal before. I know, another way in which I am still a virgin. The idea clearly makes Jack very hard, so I am working towards the day that I can swallow his large cock all the way into my ass. I imagine he will have a hard time holding on the first time, as I will certainly be incredibly tight. Jack bought me a medium-sized metal plug (njoy) and some lovely lubricant to start. It has a very organic shape, similar to the tip of a penis. I have to say just thinking about using it makes me very close to an orgasm. The sensation is mind-blowing. Every one of the pleasure nerves associated with sex seem to be stimulated with the weight of the njoy and a few new ones, too. The process of inserting it is almost too much pleasure to bear at once. When my ass feels filled by the njoy and he also fills my pussy with his fingers, mouth or cock, I can’t stop coming. It is especially good when he takes me from behind as each thrust pushes against the njoy. Well it is also good with him on top, Oh and then there is the extra stimulus of a mouth on my clit and fingers in my dripping wet pussy… oh it is all good! Even after we remove the plug (an event worthy of another orgasm itself), I tend to have spontaneous orgasms for quite a while. Soon, I will be ready for the large size. Then, ultimately I will be ready for the next size – him. I will have him enter me and I am sure we’ll both explode immediately. I can’t wait. I’ll let you know…
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