Practicing on my pillow. Solo [F], [MF] sexting.

**a caveat**: *this is* not *an invitation to try to sext with me out of the blue. I might have a conversation, but there are no guarantees. And “Hey, what are you into” is not an acceptable way to start a conversation. Don’t open with a photo, either. Let’s have some decorum, shall we?*

**a dedication**: *thank you to u/Mr-PNW for being the other half of this conversation.*

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Let’s start with something I (27F) am a little embarassed about:

I find it really difficult to cum while on top.

Don’t get me wrong, it can feel *amazing*, but it’s so so *so* difficult to get me over the edge while I’m sitting up. And I love seeing my partners enjoying being able to just relax and enjoy being fucked, so I thought about practicing: sitting up and humping a pillow to get me used to sitting up and moving while trying to cum.

I had some time to myself in the afternoon, so I figured it was as good a time as any to start practicing. I started by gently playing with my pierced nipples through my t-shirt. I stood in front of the mirror as I pinched and squeezed through the thin fabric, watching my nipples poke through.

There’s something so sexy to me about being able to see nipples poking through a tshirt – especially the little bumps that show the barbell piercings. I’ll go braless to events with my friends just so I can catch them staring.

I placed two pillows in the centre of my bed, pulled down my black panties from underneath my pleated skirt, and straddled to pillows, gently grinding while still playing with my breasts. I could feel my wetness soaking into the pillow already, leaving evidence of my arousal streaked across it.

I needed a little more stimulation, though. I opened up Reddit and switched to this account in search of some porn, and was surprised to see I had a message in my inbox. It was a guy whose photo I had commented on before, saying he liked the stories I post. I responded saying thank you, not really expecting a response as it had been over an hour since he first sent his. I clicked through to his profile, scrolling through as I continued to gently grind my pussy into my pillow. A wave of desire flowed through me while I stared at gifs of his cock exploding, imagining his cum dripping down my face and onto my breasts. The last time someone came on my face was the [time I wrote about it](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j54bct/you_ever_just_wake_up_craving_a_cock_in_your/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share), and I’ve been craving it so much.

Boop. A new message! He had responded, suggesting I use him as inspiration for one of my stories sometime. At the time I didn’t know if I would, but I told him he was certainly my inspiration for *something* right now.

He told me how much he liked my [face-fucking story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o5si96/facefucked_by_my_fwb_fm/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share), and how it’s exactly what he needed. And to be honest, same. Getting myself off with toys has been fun and all, but being able to contribute to a partner’s pleasure? It just doesn’t compare.

Still humping my pillow, I began feeling desperate to have a hole filled, so I got out my buttplug. Coating it gently with lube, I bent forward, and slowly slid it into my ass, moaning gently as it made its way in. As I sat upright and continued to grind my clit against the soft cotton of my pillow, each time I pushed my hips back and forth, I could feel the plug push in and out just slightly. It was making me wish I owned an actual dildo so I could fuck myself properly.

Throwing away all pretense of compliments and hypotheticals, he began to describe how he would fuck my face. How I would kneel before him and take his cock, with him gripping my ponytail and pushing his cock in as far as it would go. I moaned “*fuck*” out loud at the very thought.

With one hand on my phone and one pinching a nipple, I describe how I’d play with my breasts as he fucks my throat. I realised here that he doesn’t actually know what I look like at all – and so I send a photo of my tits, holding my shirt up so that it’s obvious both nipples are pierced. He says he wants me to rub the spot that drips from my mouth and his cock into my breasts. I send another photo, this time without the shirt, and with my own spit trickling down. I didn’t expect to enjoy spitting on my own tits, but I was surprised how good pinching my now lubricated nipples felt.

I received my first picture from him – fully clothed, full erect, pants unzipped to show off his impressive cock. I wanted to be used so badly, to be filled with cock and then cum.

He asked for a picture of my mouth, wanting to see the slutty hole he would be filling. I was hesitant, still very new to showing pictures of myself, but the thought of someone getting off to my mouth was just too hot. I had to oblige. I sent one of my smile, sweet and feigning innocence, and another showing my tongue drag across my teeth. I told him how I’d love to have his cum spilling from between my lips, and he said he expects me to swallow. And of course, I would do what I’m told.

I finally told him how I’ve been humping my pillow for the duration of our conversation, and he asked for a photo. It took some finangling, but I found a decent angle, with me bent forward sitting on my pillow, camera pointed up my short pleated skirt, revealing the pale purple buttplug stuffed into my ass.

He replied saying that after my throat is fucked and my face glazed with cum, he’s going to have to bury his cock in my ass. I feel my butthole clench around the plug as I imagine taking a cock into my ass for the first time in months.

He asks me if I would be his fucktoy for a day. And by god, if there weren’t the pacific ocean between us, I would. I send another upskirt photo, legs spread, revealing my glistening cunt. I describe how I’m fucking myself with my vibrator, wishing it were him, licking my own pussy juices off my fingers and imagining his cum mixed in.

I’m moaning loudly, genuinely concerned that my neighbours might hear through the open window. Why did I leave it open? I tell him as much, and he says good, they should know I’m a dirty girl who cums for men on the internet. I feel a twinge of embarassment, but that modicum of shame makes me moan louder. Another new thing I didn’t know I would like so much.

He sends another photo of his cock, still urgently erect and I reply in kind, with another upskirt photo that shows my buttplug in, one hand fucking myself with the vibrator, and the other hand blurred from frantically rubbing my clit. I’m still trying to stick to my goal of cumming upright, and fuck me, I’m getting very close.

I tell him I’ll be cumming shortly, and he tells me how I’d be cumming around his cock, stretched out and filled up, his hands digging in to my hips.

I flick to his profile for a clip of him cumming copiously, imagining the hot flow of cum leaking from my pussy and down my thighs as he fucks me through his orgasm, as my own very real orgasm speeds towards its pinnacle.

The pressure building inside me finally breaks. I double over, moaning, the cool feeling of my breasts hitting my bed heightening my pleasure, and my uncontrollable shuddering making my nipples brush the sheets becomes too much. My pussy clenches so tight that it forces the vibrator out, spilling even more of my wetness over my pillow.

I send a photo of my pillow, streaked with my creamy pussy juices, and he makes a final request: a photo of my open mouth. I oblige, sending a photo showing my jaw and tongue open and low, revealing the path for his cock all the way to the back of my throat, begging to be fucked and used like the good little slut that I am.

We exchange a few more messages, but I am too wiped out to continue, and really need a nap.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/r44g5e/practicing_on_my_pillow_solo_f_mf_sexting