It took me ages to get over this ex because our relationship seemed to fall prey to bad timing, but I loved him deeply. He is one of the best, most thoughtful lovers I’ve had and he loved me deeply too. However, Ive had to work to get over it and accept it as the finite experience that it was. Writing about this helps me to move forward with gratitude for the love and pleasure I’ve experienced. A bit about my ex, who I’ll dub ‘Eric’ for the story: He’s the smartest person I’ve ever met, quietly confident, motivated, emotionally attuned, and overall an
impressive person. Our personalities were so different. He was rational and serious and had the spirit of a wise old man and I was free spirited and wild. But we understood each other and generally worked well together. Eric could be quite reticent with words where sex was concerned. As in, he wasn’t the type to use standard dirty talk like “call me daddy” or “you’re such a naughty girl.” we didn’t need any words to communicate our desire for each other. Often a simple glance would send us diving into bed for hours of sweaty and disorienting sex. He always knew where and how to touch me. He wasn’t particularly kinky and neither was I and we simply loved turning on and pleasuring each other. One night as he’s fucking me from behind —our favorite position— hands gripping my waist tightly as he’s plunging deep inside me, he’s persistently hitting my gspot at an angle that makes me feel like I’m going to explode all over his bed. I get nervous and look over my shoulder and tell him I’m worried that I’m going to squirt all over his bed if he keeps going like this and his eyes widen and flash with intensity. Please squirt for me, he begs, please come all over me. I’d never squirted for anyone before and I feel his rock hard dick inside me begging for the same. Unable to deny him under such pressure, I squirt all over him and explode on his bed. He’s cries out in amazement and cums deep inside of me.
Author: fohbunny
My favorite ex [mf]
My friend was throwing a party once where I met a bunch of new people including a guy who I forgot about until we ran into each other at another warehouse party a couple weeks later. He came up to talk to me and reminded me that we’d met and we started chatting and hit it off immediately. He was smart, good looking, and easy to be around. I was newly single, not planning on getting in a relationship for the foreseeable future, and just wanted to have fun. So we’re heading to his place with his friends, walking behind them, when I mischievously ask him if he’d like to make out. He looked pleasantly surprised and quickly gained his composure and moved toward me to kiss me. We playfully kiss and talk the whole walk back. We don’t stay with the group for long when we get back to his place. We go to his bedroom and I look around his room. I peruse his bookshelf and decide that already I like him based on his selections. I know that I definitely want to spend time with him in the daytime regardless of how the night goes. I’m not expecting anything special to happen that night and I’d previously found it difficult to cum during hookups, so Id already resigned myself to the fact that I probably wouldn’t orgasm. We make out more and he starts to take off my clothes. He lays me on the bed and bites my nipples, which I love and kisses over my body exclaiming the whole time how fucking hot I was, then eventually makes his way to my cunt and starts to expertly lick me. His tongue is in and out of my pussy and all over my clit. I’m in awe of the pleasure I’m experiencing and even more turned on but how much he loved eating me out. Much to my shock, I cum hard in about 5 minutes. If this is 5 minutes in, imagine what the rest of the night is going to be like, I think.
Erotic bus ride with a strange [mf]
I was a minxy 20-something heading to work one morning and was running to catch my bus which was getting ready to pull out of the port. I made it just in time to what looked like a completely full bus and walked toward the back hoping I would find an empty seat.
To my surprise, there was just one seat available and I quietly slid in without taking note of my seat mate and pulled out my book. After a moment of uncomfortably hanging off my seat, I readjusted myself so my butt was fully on the seat and my half-bare leg (I was wearing a ‘work-appropriate mini skirt’) was now brushing my seat mate’s trousered leg. I look at him quickly to give him a courtesy smile and we lock eyes and realise that he’s young and pretty good looking. He smiles back. I suddenly become aware of how close we are. I wonder if I’m too close and don’t want to make this stranger uncomfortable. I wonder if I’m just imagining that I feel his breath getting faster. I’m painfully horny that day and kind of feel like a creep for roping a stranger into my public transport fantasy. Get your mind out of the the gutter and focus on your book, I think, but I still haven’t made it to the next sentence.
Mushroom-fueled private and public sex [mf]
When I was 23 and just getting into a relationship, I met a tall handsome and talented Russian musician, who I’ll call Vlad for this story. We met walking past each other a park when I asked him for a light. We talked as I shared my spliff with him and he invited me to a party he was having. Told me there’d be lots of hq coke there, which is not remotely appealing to me, and I told him that since I’m a simple cannabis and psychedelic lover. He said he could get the best psychedelics for me, whatever I wanted. Tempting as a trip always sounds, I declined and told him I’d take him up on his invite to party another time and went and told my boyfriend about the funny stranger I just met. Sounds like he wants to fuck you, he said, not finding my description of this stranger as amusing as I did. Yeah, he probably did, I conceded.