I’ve let myself use this site as a bit of a diary too many times. When I’m worked up enough and have so many emotions swirling around in my head, I love letting them out for all of you to see and freely judge. It’s extremely cathartic despite the guilt that comes along with it.
I’m always very open about what I’m feeling, but I do see myself trying to stick to the emotions instead of being more explicit. Even when trying to write original stories, I’ve focused so much more on the dialogue and what is going through their heads rather than pushing the story along to the real action. Even after all this time, I still feel a little embarrassed to dive into it so I figured forcing myself to share an experience in detail would be a bit of a new kind of rush for me..
During my college years, I took a little weekend trip with my best friend. She brought her future husband and I brought mine. We were all still exploring our sexualities at this point and went on the trip fully knowing we were going to have an interesting time.
My friend, let’s call her Sarah, came fully prepared and on our first night pulled out a special deck of cards that had all sorts of dares written on them. Apparently it’s a game they made a while ago and have played before and thought it would be fun to try as a group. I don’t remember the rules exactly but I think we all just took turns drawing cards. It was all just a pretense for us to mess around and we knew that.
One had Sarah’s boyfriend strip down naked and then having to wear nothing but Sarah’s panties. He was in good shape (better than my boyfriend) and I remember mostly staring at his abs even as he stood in front of us naked. The real show was watching Sarah so casually bending all the way over to pull down her shorts and then to peel off her thong before confidently walking over to him bottomless to hand them over. Obviously for him, they were comically small and his half erect dick was just hanging out the side while we all stared and laughed a little. I knew he enjoyed a bit of humiliation.
The first card I had I remember feeling kind of stupid carrying out. They made this little game years ago so not all of the dares were the best. Mine was to play a game with Sarah where she would close her eyes, I would let her feel a part of my body and she would have to guess what part it was. I really thought about leaving this part out, but it’s a memory that I’m genuinely embarrassed about because I felt so stupid leaning forward and pulling out one of my breasts to drop into Sarah’s held out palm. I wouldn’t have felt as embarrassed if the other guys weren’t there watching me so awkwardly figure out what I should be doing. Sarah smiled though and wasn’t shy about getting a really good handful of me before guessing correctly. I felt and still feel dumb and I don’t know why. It’s really easy to talk a big game here and come off as confident, but in real world situations I way too often feel out of place and so unsure how to handle myself while it feels like others just naturally pick up what to do.
Enough self pity, I was still having a blast even if I was embarrassed. Sarah pulled a card that I remember made me feel fairly jealous. Her task was pretty simple, it was just to masturbate but obviously that was made a little more of a mental challenge since we were all just going to watch her do it. Luckily for her, she loves exhibitionism and had no hesitation to pull out a vibrator and get to work. She just laid down on the bed, closed her eyes and fucked herself in front of us. She was always loud and this was no exception. We got to watch her squirm and moan and I couldn’t stop myself from seeing how much my boyfriend was enjoying the show. I didn’t act on it, but I couldn’t stop myself from feeling jealous in that moment. This wasn’t a group activity so much, it was just him watching her in my head and I wanted his attention on me.
My boyfriend’s card was a free card so he got to make up whatever dare he wanted. His wish was to watch Sarah eat me out and she was more than happy to fulfill the task. It was a line we hadn’t yet crossed but both knew it was eventually going to happen, we just needed a little push. So I laid back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling while I let her pull my pants down to my ankles. She didn’t take them all the way off though which kind of acted a bit like ankle restraints. I felt a little trapped and I liked it. Having my boyfriend go down on me was always one of my favorite ways to get off so I was excited and nervous to feel another’s tongue. Hers was just as warm and wet, but I have to be honest and say her technique was just not as good. I needed more pressure on my clit but she just kept doing longer softer licks. She hadn’t done it before so I can’t blame her at all, but most of the pleasure I was feeling was from the absurdity of the situation and how new everything was. She also kept trying to use her fingers to play with me while licking, but she had longer nails and would end up scratching me without realizing. Sometimes reality can disappoint a bit, but I was still very happy to try it out.
When she came up though, instead of someone else taking a turn I remember my boyfriend asking if he could get one more dare. He wanted to see me reciprocate and eat Sarah out. He knew before hand that it was something I wanted a chance to try so I knew it was coming but I was still incredibly nervous. She hoped on the bed so quickly though and threw off her shorts, there was nothing restraining her. Her legs were fully spread in front of me as I got to just stare directly at her slit. It seemed simple in my head but I still didn’t know what I was doing. With my knees on the floor at the foot of the bed, I leaned forward into her and let her arousal surround me. I could feel how wet she was from the moment I touched her. She always moans loudly, but her sounds felt louder to me in that position. I tried doing what works best on me, circling my tongue on her clit. She certainly seemed to enjoy it and I remember feeling her buck some against my face. I remember how she tasted more bitter than I did and that it honestly wasn’t my favorite taste. Hearing her moan though triggered my lust into overdrive and I remember feeling so passionate in that moment letting my tongue reach every inch of skin I could find.
It didn’t last too long and no one came just yet, but we when I came back up I could see in everyone’s eyes that they were almost drunk with lust. I don’t think we used the cards anymore, I remember Sarah asking her boyfriend to cum on her face though and feeling the shock from that request. It was something they hadn’t tried so my boyfriend and I just sat at the edge of the bed and watched her blow him for a bit before he grabbed her by the hair and held her still while he covered her face with a few thick strands of his seed. About half got on the bed instead and I kind of liked the idea that he was going to make her sleep on that side later. I know what she loved most about that experience was that we were there to watch, that we got to see her degraded in that way. I know that wasn’t a normal thing they did.
My boyfriend and I decided it was time to go back to our room at that point, I wasn’t as much of an exhibitionist as she was and didn’t want to actually let anyone watch me being fucked. Back in our room, there wasn’t much talking as I needed to finally get a release. He fucked me some, but more of the time was spent with him under the covers letting his tongue circle my clit for twenty minutes until I came a few times. He only gets to come back up once he’s earned it.
Even after writing all that I still feel like I hid away from being more explicit but it’s a start. Part of me is nervous giving this much detail in the first place since if any one of them stumbled across this story, I would be completely fucked in the least fun way. Regardless, I hope my openness gets you a little hard or wet today. Thank you for letting me entertain you for a bit!
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vdocga/remembering_a_private_night_with_some_friends
Innocent naughtiness is so much hotter than outright debauchery…