My First Erotic Story – Female POV Based On True Events

Disclaimer: This is a true story. Most details are accurate to the best of my memory. Please be kind! I’ve been wanting to write erotic lit for a while now and figured no better place to start than from real life. ;)

I still remember that night, six years ago, like it was yesterday. It was all intentional and skillfully planned. At 25, my body was young and supple but also soft. I wasn’t in the best shape of my life but I was decently attractive and thin enough with long dark hair and pretty features. Plus I wasn’t kidding myself in knowing that most single men can’t turn down an attractive female.

He was a sight for sore eyes. He had a chiseled face and body. Even though he didn’t show it off, it was apparent he was in excellent shape. A quick peek through his social media revealed an extremely athletic lifestyle of hiking, skating, snowboarding, and the like and he didn’t look half bad doing it. In fact, he was gorgeous, who am I kidding? And he gave off this sort of bookworm innocence which I would soon learn was all but the truth.

He was lean but his muscles were bulky and strong. His brown hair framed his face which had just the slightest bit of stubble. Bright, mesmerizing, blue eyes partially hid behind a pair of square rimmed glasses. They were almost bug-like in their prominence but their depth was disarming, too.

My coworkers were enamored with him, so I made it my mission to make him mine, if only for a night. It was part ego indulgence for sure, and I was more than aware and at peace with it. I made up my mind and I knew I wanted him. I picked one coworker who was also a mutual friend as my wingwoman but she knew well what she was getting herself into. I texted the night before to plant the seed. Invited them for a couple of harmless beers with my less than harmless intentions. She was down. He was down. It was happening.

I dressed in high-waisted, printed silk paints and a tight blouse. I did my hair and makeup. I wanted to impress him. I wanted him to want me in the same way I wanted him. Did he wonder what lay beneath my blouse the way I eyed his fitted slacks as he sauntered around, casually leaning against a piece of furniture unaware of my gaze? I dreamt of his fingers in my hair, his lips on mine, and his tongue invading me. I wondered what he looked like naked. I needed to know what he felt like.

Tonight was the night. This was my chance. We picked a table in the dimly lit bar close to the door. We joked about God knows what as I only half paid attention to what he said. He let my wingwoman and I scroll through a dating app on his phone while he casually laughed. His nonchalance intrigued and annoyed me that he could seemingly have whatever he wanted. Every girl that popped up on his feed made me jealous that she even had that chance. The chance to be matched with him. I stared at his piercing eyes like tide pools swallowing me whole wishing I could have the chance, too.

By the time my coworker’s boyfriend picked her up we were giddy and buzzing. I don’t know how it happened but I must’ve asked if he wanted to go back to his place. We ended up making our way back to his apartment. We laughed, drunkenly moseying back only a few blocks from the bar. The walk felt like a minute and an hour. All at once. I think I might’ve grabbed his hand.

We arrived at his place and sat next to each other on the bed. I think music was playing but I don’t remember what it was. We were talking, laughing, and then all of a sudden kissing. I could see his hard-on stretching the seams of his pants out of the corner of my eye and I felt my pussy become wet with excitement.

He took off his slim-fitted khakis to reveal bright, Kelly green boxer briefs hugging his huge erect dick and super tight, muscular ass and legs. No wonder he had this sort of innate confidence – he was packing. It was by far one of the biggest, and thickest, I’d seen. My eyes were wide with anticipation.

He laughed as he said he hadn’t had sex in over a year. I believed him – I still do, but I wonder if he was planning something as he was clean shaven all over and prepared. His soft chest stubble was sprinkled over his six pack and down into his boxer briefs. He smelled amazing.

I leaned down, slid down his boxer briefs and took his cut dick into my mouth. I reveled at what was happening. This is what I wanted. This is what I hoped for and now it was mine. So I put work into it. I slid my tongue up and down his shaft. I took both balls into my mouth as I circled them with my tongue and lips. I swirled circles around the tip and rolled my lips over each inch as he moaned with pleasure.

Then he told me to choke on it with the kind of sincerity that convinced me he was more experienced than he let on. Damn, so he wasn’t so innocent after all. I loved it, though and happily obliged, forcing as much of him as I possibly could down my throat without gagging, which was no easy feat. I let my throat relax as I forced myself to take it deeper.

He took off his glasses (I had wondered if he would keep them on) and hovered over me on the bed, unhooking my bra in one motion and sliding down my thong. He reached for a condom and slid it on. My thighs shook as he plunged into me, spreading my smooth, shaven pussy apart with force. I was dripping wet. It felt incredible and every inch of my pussy and clit was throbbing with pleasure. He grabbed my tits and commented that they were the perfect size for his hands. I was on cloud nine. He slid in and out of me while I clenched my muscles around him, feeling the intensity of the friction. Each nerve ending exploded with feeling. We kissed and I bit his neck with uncontrollable, animalistic passion.

At some point the condom broke and I mumbled something about being on birth control. He plunged back into me, raw. It felt even better and the warmth of his smooth, veined, rock hard cock sent electric shockwaves through my entire body. He turned me around and fucked me from behind for a little bit, smacking my ass. I couldn’t help my moans from growing louder and he shushed me as I attempted to muffle my wails of ecstasy.

Soon enough I was on my back again as he so easily manipulated my body into different positions and started telling me to “relax and let go.” So I did. I let every bit of myself be consumed by this gorgeous Adonis as he sucked the life out of me with his dick. He started to moan and pulled out, busting all over my tits and torso before collapsing with bliss. I smirked as I naughtily spread his load over my nipples and rubbed it over my chest. We smiled at each other and agreed that this was between us, for now. I pinched myself as I lay next to him in bed studying this beautiful creature that occupied my body and gave it life.

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