So my partner texted me the other night asking if I was back yet from my trip, I had just did a very long drive home from a few states away. He asked if he could come over and bring a friend, I was hesitant because of how tired I was but ended up saying yes.
He told me to leave a key out for him, blindfold myself and lay on the bed and wait. So I did just that, put on a bra and panties I feel sexy in and enjoyed the anticipation.
Author: eyebelle
[mf] I puked all over his cock on my deck
Warning if you’re grossed out by vomit, this is not the story for you.
I had met John at an art show we had a mutual friend in. He’s about 5’9 with medium length brown hair and a classic millennial beard, not my usual type but we got to talking and we really clicked. I’m about 5’5 and have long dark hair(see post history).
A few months after we met I texted him, he suggested we get together and drink some scotch. Right before he’s about to come over he asks if he can bring his camera, he’s a photographer and I really love his work. We had made out before but never slept together.
This is the first time he’s seen my apartment, he tells me it’s really nice and very fitting for me. I ask about what kinds of photos he’d like to take and what I should change into. We start going through my closet, he picks out some pink panties and a blue top, and he wants my hair to be in pigtails.
I start to change and he’s looking at me and i start to blush. I ask him “what?” he replies “am I not allowed to watch, do you not like that?” I’m feeling embarrassed because he called me out, and I do really enjoy him watching me change.
I’m a creme brûlée whore [MF]
A few weeks ago I was having the worst day, so to improve my mood I texted my FWB to come over that night. He’s a pastry chef at a high end French restaurant in the city, there are definitely benefits other than just sex.
We’ve been seeing each other for a while, to the point the sex was consistently good. Although I’d never given him a blowjob, which I love to do. I told him that if he brought me dessert after work I’d give him a blowjob. I’d get two things I wanted and he’d be none the wiser.
He was very enthusiastic about my suggestion. He brought creme brûlée and chocolate cremeux with cake. I was in heaven, so was he. Creme brûlée in my mouth and his creme on my face.