Author: BMG1425

Sexual Soulmates [FM]

You were my sexual soulmate. You came when I came. We drew out each other’s kinks and got intoxicated off them. One carnal escapade was never enough–more like two to six times a day. You *always* made me cum, and if I didn’t shower with you post-coitus, I touched myself in the still warm bed thinking about the way you just ravaged me.

When we made love, we were completely present. Every touch, taste, sight, and sound was heightened. I wanted you to melt into me like osmosis, and I finally understood how intercourse was the physical manifestation of true adoration. I craved you in the deepest, most intimate part of myself. I yearned to let you in–to make us whole together. When you kissed me, it felt like your soul was traveling from your body, through our mouths and into me, so they could live in one place together. And then back again into yours, as your drew them out of me.

Your eyes locked a gaze with mine, and you really saw me. All of me. And it invigorated you. You filled me fuller than I had ever felt in my life, instantly sparking my mysterious inner core as you entered. Read more »

One of the Best Fucks I’ve Ever Had: A story fellow women may appreciate the most [FM]

**How We Met**

I have ranked the best lovers I’ve ever had in my head, and today I want to talk about number two from the top three. His name was Jake (not his real name but starts with the same letter), and he was kind of a country boy with a universally attractive look. Actually, he was probably one of the best-looking ones because my sister thought he was hot (she usually pursues based on looks), and my best friend and I competed for his affections in the beginning. I have eclectic taste but was undeniably interested in Jake’s playfulness, dark hair and eyes, slight bad boy persona, and athletic physique. He was a star football player in high school who turned into a stoner post-graduation with sculpted muscles that, luckily, had not atrophied. Read more »

I didn’t cum because you told me not to [F]

As I read your wicked stories, I touched myself. I couldn’t help it. Discovering the depths of your depravity, how you humiliate, overpower, seduce, and inflict delicious pain is a potent elixir. Sentences flowed, evil deeds dripped into the next, and I rubbed. Each touch poured into the wave as it grew and crested. My inner core sparked and pulsated. Pangs in my lower abdomen. My hand continued to worked feverishly. And for you, I denied.

It is not my pleasure. It is yours.