Author: belayhand

The roommate [M/F]

Until I found my own place, I spent the first month in the new city renting a bedroom in a friend of a friend’s flat. The friend of a friend, who has long since been promoted to friend, is Czech. His partner lives in Prague. They typically visit each other every few weeks: usually, he makes the trip there. Though I have seen her a couple of times in the ensuing months, I never met her during the brief period that we lived together.

Because I was staying with a man who was at the time only a slight acquaintance, I didn’t bring lovers home with me. My partners hosted the various one night stands as I discovered my way around a new city. I did masturbate at the apartment, on occasion with porn on the laptop for inspiration, or while chatting with my ex-boyfriend in California over Skype. Our two bedrooms were adjacent. The doors and walls didn’t afford much privacy. I know he heard me because I heard him. Sometimes when I started playing with my pussy at night, he would jerk off, too. The collection of circumstances amused me. Read more »

Orgy with friends [MMMMMMM/FFFFFFF]

Julia and Laura are on the carpet, on their knees, pleasing Rahul together, trading him off in their mouths, bringing their lips down the sides of his shaft, kissing around the stem, one of them sucking, the other craning her head sideways, stooping to lick his balls. When Laura begins to monopolize all but the scrotum, Julia abandons his cock and scoots behind him to bury her face inside his buttocks.

Astride his hips, Anna impales herself over Fabian. Her hands smooth over his pecs and push off from them as she elevates and balances her pussy over the condom covered crown; her lips barely kiss the tip, and there's a breathless pause before she falls. His chest is pure muscle. I know this from before, from when he carried me, hands supporting my thighs, throwing me and catching me, the long penis stabbing my cunt with intent to murder as I clung to his neck and moaned at the pleasure of it all.

Marcel takes Lisa's ass. On the rubber mat, she sways now on her forearms and knees and the side of her head and makes animal noises. Her eyes are screwed shut, the soft, golden hair cascades over her cheeks, and the spine is steeply canted to finish at the upturned buttocks, a cavern for him to spelunk. Read more »

The virgin and his friend [MM/F]

My roommates were away: Selene went to Cancun for Spring Break; Caroline was building houses for Habitat for Humanity in Atlanta. I had planned to go back home to the parents' place, but decided in the end to stay where I was and catch up on school work. Cold weather lingered in the midwest through the end of March. I remember it being a productive several days, but by the end of the week, I had a severe case of cabin fever.

A pair of high school students accosted me on my way in to the liquor store. They claimed that they were 18 and needed someone to buy them beer. I was only 20; bearing a driver's license that my older sister had "lost," I agreed to help them. We made conversation at my car afterwards, and I invited the pair back to my place to drink with me. Read more »

Eight Halloweens ago [M/F]

I didn't have time to find a proper Halloween costume, so I improvised. With a white t-shirt, a low-cut black minidress with long sleeves and a hemline that shot skyward when I bent, a white headband, a black scarf that covered my hair, perilously high heels, and a necklace borrowed from a roommate with the Christ in agony, I made a passable mockery of a nun. My boyfriend, lover, dom, who was completing a residency in internal medicine at the time, dressed in a hospital gown as a patient.

We partied at a night club in the city. I danced with him but not to the exclusion of many others. The men touched me on the floor, their hands fondling my chest, brushing along my legs, grabbing my ass, reaching underneath the skirt. I allowed the tongues of strangers to slash between my lips.

Though our relationship had always been open, the boyfriend was noticeably jealous. His eyes showed a steely glint, his face a frown. Despite having given up the habit a month after we started dating, he told me that he needed a smoke, which he materialized from a pocket, and took me up a flight of stairs, through a maze of corridors, and onto a balcony. He inhaled deep drags out of the joint while I sipped from my bottle of beer. We made small talk in the brisk autumn air. Read more »

Amsterdam [M/F]

Since I was invited to a meeting in the Netherlands, I determined to spend the weekends before and after exploring Amsterdam, a city that was new to me. My friend would be there also, and he could arrive a few days early as well. Not much persuasion was required to arrange the rendezvous: we have known each other since 2008 when we were students at adjacent universities, have similar though rapidly diverging professional interests, and became conference fuck buddies during the past year. This was our third assignation.

We visited the Rijksmuseum, stopped by the Concertgebouw to procure tickets, wandered the maze of bridges in the center of the city, ate at a little restaurant, drank beers at dusk seated at the edge of the canal, and made out against buildings in shameless exhibitions of public intimacy. Due to budgetary constraints, the bed and breakfast we booked happened to be located in the red light district; we would migrate to the more upscale conference hotel that someone else was paying for on Sunday evening. On our first night, we caught a sex show at a club, where I was impressed by the woman in the Princess Leia, slave girl on Tatooine get up who masturbated with a toy light saber. Due to jet lag, we called it an early night, had a quickie, and slept. Read more »

The simple and the sublime [M/F]

I sucked cock for more than an hour. Though the two of us barely spoke, an entire conversation was compressed within the blowjob. I said hello. I explained what a shitty day I had at work. I told him with my eyes how much I needed this. Deep sniffs at the penis and scrotum and the hitch in my breathing communicated desire. Lips and tongue and throat let him know how much I adored him. The attitude of my head and gaze confessed submission and conveyed my trust. His body warmth radiated onto me.

On occasion, he took control. He pulled my hair. He slapped my face. He questioned the depths. Desperate to keep up, I emitted liquid sounds from the back of my throat. Saliva left the carpet damp. For the most part he let me operate at my own pace. During long passages, I left the penis lying flat, its head stretching for his abdomen, while I licked and kissed the underside and lipped his balls and touched my fingers softly down his length, down to the perineum and his anus. Read more »

Labor Day, 2003 [M/F]

He was two years older. We were in various orchestras together as kids, and we hung out during summers. We dated in high school. He liked aggressive sex. Through his agency I learned that I was a submissive. At fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, I had not internalized the dimensions of my submission or my appetite for kink. But I took my tentative first steps with him.

He went to college in New Hampshire. As his semester started a few weeks before I headed out to Chicago, I followed him up in my car. It was Labor Day.

Principally because of perpendicular politics, we bickered constantly. More than a decade later, I no longer recall the genesis of our fight, but by the time we had transferred boxes from our cars to his apartment in the unremitting heat and humidity of the late afternoon, I remember inhabiting a state of all consuming fury.

We arrived at the apartment before his roommate. I made his bed while he made a beer and grocery run. In his absence, I resolved to make peace. When he returned, we sat on the mattress, clinked bottles, and drank Sam Adams. He kissed me. His hand reached inside my t-shirt, slipped beneath the bra, and cupped my breasts. I squeezed the erection that tented his shorts. Read more »

Bastille Day, 2011 [MM/F]

She stood, legs apart, arms extended to support her weight against the sink in the bathroom. The stranger who stood behind her had his cock inside her cunt. The stranger who stood at her side snaked his hand between her legs to touch her clitoris. Loud moans escaped her lips. She tilted her ass fractionally up and wriggled backward. She squeezed her pussy about the shaft, consciously at first, then reveled in the sensation as it contracted involuntarily in orgasm.

She was wet inside: gushing, in fact. The fact of her coming made the anonymous cock that was fucking her climax as well. The semen shot into the condom. She clutched the porcelain. Her knuckles whitened.

After he had released, she extricated herself from the softening penis and went to her knees and sucked the next man's offering. Her throat loosened. Cords of spit dripped from the wide shaft. Extracting a condom from the box on the ground, she covered him.

He chose to stretch out on the dirty floor. His hand held the erection upright for her to mount. She lowered over the prick and bounced herself on top of him. Her hand reached behind to finger his balls. Read more »

Christmas 2012 [M/F]

I straddled his lap in matching bra and pale blue panties. He sat naked under me on the La-Z-Boy recliner, his erection lifting against my cunt. I experienced its heat and thickness through the sheer nylon mesh. An arm wrapped my back. Fingertips that barely grazed the skin descended to my ass. His glasses jostled against my closed eyes. I fed him tongue.

He lowered the waistband of the panties down my buttocks and ran a finger into the crease. My breasts brushed his bare torso, which was hairless, lean, and sinewy. He had a swimmer's build. His eyebrow was pierced.

I tugged the panties to the side, allowing the labia to peel open upon contact with his prick. The lips swept along the shaft. The kisses of cunt deposited my arousal on the underside of the cock. He unfastened the clasp at back, and I shrugged the bra from my shoulders. Squeezing my tits forcefully, he brought his mouth to the nipples, which were hard as diamonds. We locked hands. I dragged our combined touch down my front, to the pussy. Our palms got wet in my waters. My fingers closed about the glans. They twisted and pulled on the head and became sticky with precome. Starting at his throat, I lipped his pecs and abs and sank to ground before him. The eye of the penis winked at me. Read more »

Memorial Day Weekend [M/F]

I booked us into a beachfront bed and breakfast for Memorial Day weekend. The mornings were fucking followed by brunch. The evenings were fucking followed by a snuggle until sleep. At night, his arm stretched and folded. The hand tucked between his head and the pillow. The elbow pointed up. I sunk into the hollow. My fingers brushed his torso, the hairy chest, the paunch he needs weeks in the gym to remedy, the forest of his pubis. The penis was half hard and wet with sperm and pussy. My lips pecked the underarm, which also bore his scent.

We walked along the strand. The waves broke against our shins. Wanting to be nearer to the sunset, I hazarded the frigid water to the depth of my waist. He shuffled in behind me. Though soft, the cock was substantial in his trunks. He imposed it between the hemispheres of my buttocks. The ocean pushed my body backward. My bikini bottom was red with gold trim. It showed the cheeks but was otherwise modest. His hand slipped in the front. Under lycra, the fingers reached for cunt. In our room, I went down on him before he showered and tasted sea salt on his prick. Before the point of no return, he extricated himself from my mouth. Because he set the temperature arctic, I waited my turn to bathe. Read more »