LadyAntea, Author at NSFW story

My sextacular weekend

I’ve had a weekend like this before but I didn’t write it down. So, I forgot about it. I don’t want that to happen again so I thought I’d document what went on during my sextacular weekend.

Friday
Day:
I went to the office of a man I had met a week ago. We were to meet for coffee but I was running late so I went up to his office and we chatted. For a while…..then somehow things went from cordial to carnal. Within seconds he was pulling my hair, kissing me biting my nipples and rubbing my clit to make me squirt. I was pleasantly disoriented at how well this mild-mannered man turned into a dirty-talking, pawing, grabbing sexual beast. It was quite the quick adventure. Which resulted in me driving home in wet pants and smeared lipstick. The best kind of quick adventure. Read more »

The education of nerd boy (based on real events

He found me randomly. He was going to be in town for the summer and wanted a friend. He wasn’t in the age range I usually go for….of legal age but not who I usually go for….but he was extremely mature for his age and very intelligent. So we started chatting, got to know each other and build a solid fondness. Turned out he was very interesting, articulate and appreciated old things like I did. Those kind of boys are hard to find. He’ll those kind of men are hard to find.

Then he told me…he was a virgin and wanted to see if I had an interest in changing that. I asked him if that was the reason why he messaged me. He said no and I beloved him. I told him maybe but we’d have to see what chemistry was like in person. I am extremely selective about who I sleep with virgin or not. So he came to town. We saw eachother a few times that summer. We had fun. We laughed, connected, exchanged ideas, and I changed his virginal status (but that’s a story for another time). Then he left to continue his life. Read more »

Ruined Orgasms or what happens when a boy doesn’t communicate (reality based erotica)

It had been too long since I’d seen my boy. Life has a way of doing that. He was going through some things which also added to the time. When he finally came back to me he was the same sweet slut I knew. I walked into his apartment towing my toy bag behind me. He open the door and I walked in. He hugged me. I hugged him back. I continued walking in while he pulled my bag. I turned around and looked into his eyes. He knew. “I’m sorry Miss” he said sheepishly. “Ah hah” I replied my tone reflecting my displeasure in his behavior. “No really I’m sorry.” “I know. Now get down on the floor and apologize correctly” he knelt immediate but looked up at me because he wasn’t sure what to do. This wasn’t part of our routine. I reached out with both my hands and grabbed his soft curly hair. One hand on each side of his face. I stared into his eyes intensely. “I’m sorry!” He said. His tone both pleading and frustrated. I lead down and kissed him. Hard. “I know now kiss my fucking feet and show me how sorry you are” I pushed his head down to help him. He immediately bent down and began placing soft little kisses on the tops of my feet. I still had shoes on. I let him grovel for a minute. I could feel his soft lips every time he pushed them against my skin. It was both reverent and sensual. Read more »