Author: amycushing

I went to visit an old friend from college who was living in Los Angeles. I’d always had a little crush on him and suspected it was mutual, but nothing had ever happened between us. We didn’t say as much, but as I booked my trip out to LA, I think we both suspected that I probably wouldn’t be sleeping on his couch, as planned.

I took a cab from the airport to his place. When I saw him, my crush ignited anew. He looked mostly the same, just a little more masculine and with a better, more mature sense of style. His shoulders seemed broader than I remembered, like he’d been working out. I felt heat wash over me between my legs and was glad I’d worn my new black lace lingerie under my dress.

“Are you up for a drink?” He asked, looking me up and down with the same smile that had always charmed me. “There’s a spot I like not too far, if you’re interested.”

I was definitely interested. And I could tell he was too. I was eager to see how this flirtation played out in public. Read more »

I was just out of college and working an office job. Not too exciting, but I was glad to be living in New York and just managing to pay the bills. I’d been dating a lot. It was easy to meet all sorts of guys, on apps and at bars, and I was having fun flirting and fucking as much as I wanted. For whatever reason one morning I was completely insatiable. As soon as I woke up I had to rub my clit until I came. I showered and got dressed for work, but I still wasn’t satisfied, my pussy hot and pulsing under my skirt. I eyed my vibrator, but checked the time and realized I’d be late if I didn’t head to the train immediately.

It didn’t subside. On the subway, I was checking out every person I saw, man, woman, all I could imagine was them stripping me naked, fucking me, sucking on my throbbing clit. I felt almost lightheaded by the time I reached my office. The morning went by in a distracted haze, all of my work underscored by the impatient pulses of my dripping pussy. I crossed and uncrossed my legs in my skirt, squeezing my thighs and trying to find relief, but no such luck. It was torture, but it felt incredible, too. Read more »

He started flirting with me as soon as I sat down and ordered my whiskey on the rocks. It was a slow night. Cold and rainy.

I’ve fucked this guy before. He’s got a nice thick beard and good arms. A couple times a few years ago, we’d gone back to his place after closing time and he railed me into his mattress on the floor. So it wasn’t completely out of the blue to tell him I wasn’t wearing anything underneath my dress. The bar was mostly empty. He asked me to show him.

I went to the bathroom, which was small, and he followed. I already had my dress off and over my head for him when he got there. He kissed me hard, his hands all over my body, pulling me against him and then roughly pushing me away to get his thick cock out. I bent over at the sink to suck him, to feel the heft of him in my mouth, and then he pulled me up to flip me around and take me from behind. Read more »

My friend needed me to take care of her apartment for a week, which included a little roof garden and collection of houseplants. I was excited to cosplay in her life, sink into my version of the person who has this quasi-minimalist apartment. Her leather couch, her extremely large fiddle leaf fern whose wellbeing would be entrusted to me, the king sized bed. The staircase to a private deck and elevated garden. The first thing I did when I got to her place (after taking in the view from the roof, and fulfilling the plant care directions as writ) was strip down and put on this black silk kimono I brought along.

Lying back on that couch in that silk kimono, I realized I had to bring someone back here. Fuck on this couch. On that roof, next to her ripening tomatoes. A guy I’d been on a date with once, a month ago, was my only option from my phone. And he’d spent the entire date telling me about how Friends really holds up. Read more »

I’ve only been to a sex club twice, the second time was much better.

Last time, I’d had a partner, and all he wanted to do was fuck me on a couch in front of some people. We flirted and played around a little, but cumulative time in the club lasted about an hour, and afterwards, drunk back at home, he told me I’d looked around too much while he had me in missionary.

So I told myself, when I signed up to go alone, this would be different. It already was – coming as a single girl to this sex party, which you had to apply to, was free. When I went with my boyfriend, we’d had to pay. Instead of the whiskey we’d brought, I bought a nice bottle of rosé to add to the house bar.

I put on a just too short pink dress and matching thong and admired the way the dress rode up in the back if I wasn’t paying too close attention. Read more »