AUTHORS NOTE:
The story of Emma is quite long, already 23 pages and still counting.
This is my first time publishing something on here, so all feedback is welcome.
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1. Bad Tinder date
She cursed in her mind as she realized she needed to get this guy out of the door. She reached for his balls and started to play with them while she began to fake moan. She felt silly doing it, but it always helped men to come quickly she learned. And yes, it took just another minute or two for this guy to shoot his load. She looked at his sweat-soaked body next to her in the bed as he was removing the condom, he wasn’t bad looking but he didn’t give her what she wanted, why she took him home in the first place. With the excuse of an early morning, it didn’t take her long to get him out of the door. With disappointment she looked at her bed. She would quickly change the sheets and take a shower. She needed to get the frustration out of her head.
Butt naked she walked over to the shower and looked at her body in the mirror. Was it her? Was it the men she took home? They had a nice date with a nice meal and a good talk, but this was already the third time she had taken a tinder date home without the desired effects. Why couldn’t she get that feeling anymore of a hard climax? She let out a frustrated breath and took a toy out of one of the drawers in the bathroom before she stepped into the shower. The warm water touched her and she felt her body starting to relax. She slowly started to caress her boobs, fingers on her nipples in search of arousal. She turned on the toy and brought it between her legs but her pussy was still very sensitive. She continued until she orgasmed although she didn’t feel satisfied afterwards.
The next day she felt stupid telling her best friend about the events of last evening. She and Charlotte had always talked very openly about things like that, yet she felt stupid that she was now telling a story of frustration instead of a story of fun. This even more so because secretly she was kind of jealous of the sex life she knew Charlotte was having with her boyfriend. If Emma could believe her friend, and she did, that guy was a non-stoppable sex god. As the second bottle of wine was finished and Charlotte was in the kitchen going for a third one, she saw Charlotte’s boyfriend walking into the living room without his shirt on. Before she realized her thoughts wandered to him giving her that good fuck she longed for so long now. She snapped out of it when she realized that Charlotte was back and was filling her glass again. She felt caught. Flushed red she looked at her friend who looked like she could read her exact thoughts because her look was switching between Emma and her bare-chested boyfriend.
I have an idea said Charlotte, I will help you get laid properly. Emma was shocked, did her friend just propose what she was thinking about a minute ago. She started to protest but Charlotte just laughed. No you silly, you can’t have him. He is claimed and all mine. But I have another proposal for you. The problem that you have is that all the guys you take home with you are no good because you are looking for them in the wrong place. You need to look for those men who love sex, the ones you find on Tinder or whatever who just love to get their balls empty but they don’t love the sex itself. What I propose is that you start to look for them in different places. Emma wanted to interrupt but Charlotte didn’t allow her. Listed, Charlotte said. We have a dinner party that we are planning to attend. I’ll send an email to the organizers asking if you can come along. Emma had no idea how that would help, like what was supposed to happen? That she seduced a man there that evening and that would suddenly be a guy that would be any good?
There is one rule however her friend continued. The dinner party might be slightly different than other ones. Just go with the flow and you will be alright. Their discussion was interrupted by Charlotte’s boyfriend walking outside into the garden where they were sitting. They all chatted about nothing particular anymore until the time was to go home. During the walk home, Emma wondered what she had gotten herself into by saying yes to her friend’s invitation. She knew that Charlotte was into some kinky stuff but on the other hand, it was a dinner party. What could happen? Later in her bed, she was still contemplating the evening and more in particular Lucas, Charlotte’s boyfriend. She thought about all the stories Charlotte had told her about her sex god boyfriend and noticed she was getting wet. She felt guilty for a moment but realized no harm was done and started playing with herself fantasizing about Lucas. It didn’t take her long before she let out a long silent moan that came with the first half-decent orgasm she had in a while. She turned around and fell asleep quite quickly.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/v984yq/f_the_story_of_emma_part_1