Long term lurker, here’s my first story! This is about a boyfriend I was with a few years ago. A little bit of backstory on me: At the time I was 23, had long blonde hair, about 130 lbs. I’m a dancer so I’m curvy but toned. He was 27, short curly brown hair, tall (maybe 6’2″), had a swimmer’s body with a tiny bit of a gut. This was a new partner I had just started seeing. We were both in a non-monogamous relationship.
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I wake with a start. My breath comes out of me with a frightened woosh, my thoughts are scattered. Another nightmare. One in a series over the last couple of weeks. Sometimes it’s being trapped in a small room – and something outside REALLY wants to hurt me. Sometimes the thing that wants to hurt me is me. I had a dream where I was so panicked I ran to the bathroom, grabbed a hair dryer, and electrocuted myself in the bathtub. That was particularly gruesome and left me shaking for hours. This wasn’t that bad, but I am still shaky and disoriented as I try to get my bearings and calm my racing heart. I’m in his room, it’s my second sleepover here – I am still adjusting to new boy, new town, new everything. I feel like a new person.
The light filtering in the window is a pale misty grey – it must still be early morning. There are goose bumps forming on the curves of my breasts and shoulders, down across my stomach – anywhere the blanket I dropped when I sat up suddenly doesn’t touch. I turn to him. He has a worried look, and one hand pressed against the small of my back in a gentle reassuring caress. He pulls me back down under the covers, close to his chest. It’s the perfect gesture. I can feel the bad dream slipping away, replaced be feelings of intimacy and desire.
I wrap one leg over his, one thigh between his, and arch up a bit to reach his mouth with my lips. He’s shirtless and only wearing pajama pants, I have a silly anime t-shirt and oversized fuzzy pants on. I press into him as he responds sleepily to my kiss; his hand comes up to cup my hair, his mouth opens slightly and I lightly touch my tongue to his. It’s more than just a kiss hello, it’s dirty – this kiss is going somewhere.
And so it did.
I grind into him harder, my pussy’s getting damp and the sensation of fuzzy material pressing up against my clit has me aching for more. There’s something furtive about grinding against someone with your clothes still on – it feels taboo and that makes me wet.
He grabs my hair, from the nape of my neck, and pulls me up and over so I am straddling him. He then moves his hands down to my hips, digging his fingers just slightly into the fleshy skin as he guides my hips in ever widening rotations. I love the sensation of being told (even non-verbally) what to do. I can feel him getting hard beneath me as I drag my pussy up and down and around, drawing tiny little circles with my clit.
I get wet easily. Sometimes I’ll wake up in the middle of the night – dripping. Or I will be sitting in a chair at work and I can feel my panties stick to me when I get up. It doesn’t take much, and this morning is the same story. I fall off of him and to one side so I can reach down and slip my pants off. I’m aching to be touched, so as soon as I manage to kick my pants out of the way – I grab his hand and drag it down to my slit. He lets out a slight but noticeable exhalation of breath – it’s almost like a hiss, as though I burned his fingers. He explore my pussy, gently stroking the sides of my lips, a little circle up to and around my clit without directly touching it, then back down. He lets one finger part my lips, allowing all my wetness to drip out.
He slips one finger just the tiniest bit inside me, and even though it’s early and I know his roommate is only two doors down and probably asleep – I can’t help but let out a slight chirping moan. It’s a cross between a cry of surprise and a more guttural exclamation of desire. He opens his eyes and meets mine. He has the slightest smile. “Yeah?”, he asks.
His finger inches deeper into me, and he’s also stroking circles around my clit with another finger. I’m grinding up, trying to push his hand further into me without actually being so bold as to grab it and move it myself. He’s going tortuously slow, dragging out every little bit, until finally his finger is deep inside me. I’m already close, one of my hands is up by my mouth – tangled in the mess of knots that is my hair – the other is grabbing onto his sheets.
My heart in my mouth, I am all clit and heart pumping and nothing else. It feels like my heart is beating in the small rises and falls of my pussy, as I try to push up to stay in constant contact with his fingers.
“Fuck,” he says, and I try to pull myself back enough to process words. “You are so wet.”
“Ohhh, oh shit, oh my god, I want you so bad” I am both laughing and choking on the string of syllables trying to become coherent words as my back arches up into my first orgasm of the morning. Everything comes together into a big rush of touch and sound and breath and tension and then explodes as I come back into touch with reality. My toes are curled, my eyes fluttering open and shut, I meet his proud gaze and am drawn to the look of longing. He says that comes from having secretly desired each other for so long – unable to express what we wanted – that now that we’re finally resolving the tension, our sex drives are on overdrive. I explained that my sex drive is always like that, he suggested that perhaps it’s contagious – I want it so bad I make everyone who comes into contact with it want it bad too. Perhaps.
I grab one shaky breath of air to recover from my orgasm, and then I pounce. I pull his pants down, a smile playing on my lips as I see how hard he is for me, and then grab the bottom of my own t-shirt – pulling it over my head. Naked, breasts covered in goosebumps from cold and from longing, I giggle as I roll over onto my back. He grabs a condom and climbs on top of me. I reach one hand down to guide him inside of me, grabbing his cock by the base and rubbing it ever so gently against my clit before positioning it at my entrance.
As he pushed into me for the second time ever, I was awash with feelings and thoughts. My pussy lips stretching apart to accommodate such a delightful intrusion, the way I suddenly feel relaxed and giddy all at once as though the mere act of getting a cock in me managed to make the world better – every bit of nightmare gone, the intimate way he growls unintelligible words ever so quietly into my ear.
His thrusts start to speed up, I can feel my muscles involuntarily convulsing in little licks around his cock. Before we lose it all together, I push him off. He gives me an instant reproachful glance, but brightens as I flip over – pushing my ass up in his direction and arching my back. As he enters me from behind, I let out a litany of swear words and moans. “Mmmm fuck, fuck my pussy, push me down unghh and make me yours.” The deeper he pushes inside me, the louder I get. Later he asks me if I always like it that rough and hard, and through a blush I say, “I’ll take it however I can get it,” and he laughs at the blatant honesty of my statement. He already knows I mean it.
I’m looking over my shoulder at him as I feel him pulse deep inside me. His cock is rock hard, and since he’s all the way inside me it seems as though I can feel it in my stomach, my ribs, my chest. He speeds up and presses all his weight down onto me, grinding me into the bed as he slams into my pussy.
“Oh fuck, your pussy is so goddamn tight, I’m gonna fill you up. You want it don’t you? You want me to cum in that tight little pussy, don’t you? Shi-shit- mmmm, yes,” he gasps and I can’t quite control my volume. I scream. His cock pulses one more time inside me as he cums. My own orgasm is just a second behind, every muscle clenching into a tight blinding spasm that goes on and on without stopping. I’m still shuddering around him as he catches his breath and pulls out – leaving me to tremble as my hips collapse to the mattress and everything settles into calm.
Moments later, I am still lying face down on the bed as he climbs back up and settles down next to me – reaching to flip me over and kiss me, just once and lightly, on the lips. I curl up into him and say, “That’s a pretty great way to calm a girl down from a nightmare,” and we both laugh.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5xotq1/after_the_nightmare_fm
You have a way with words. Thanks for sharing. Hot, hot, hot.