I’m Jess and ever since self isolation began I’ve been exploring writing erotica with some distinct memories that I’ve had throughout my life. I figured this would be a community that would welcome a first time writer :)
I’ve always liked my teacup sized breasts, and my long legs, but I didn’t think that apart from my height – that I really stood out. Guys often thought I was cute but rarely called me hot. During my freshmen year, I made really good friends with transfer student, Kate, who like me loved the outdoors, spicy food and music festivals.
This is the story of Coachella circa 2017.
The day had started off well enough, with some great bands. The group of us had headed back to the tent to have a rest and smoke a joint about mid-afternoon. I laid across my friend Nelson, my hand resting on his stomach, wanting nothing more than to grab his cock and bury it in me. When one of Nelson’s friend talked about going back to the main stage, I thought I might get an opportunity to have some alone time with Nelson – but was hugely disappointed when he excitedly went along with them. I grumpily begged off, and lit another joint as they left me in the tent. I took a drag as I rubbed myself through my shorts. I should get some water, I thought, putting the joint out and putting it back into the tin. I collected our water bottles and headed out to the community spout.