Author: mewcakees

When my orgasm was at the mercy of another couple [FM]

I wake up in the morning in his t shirt and enveloped in his arms. The sun is bright and filtered through the shades in his studio apartment. My hair is still damp from the shower we took a couple hours ago. I chug some water to quell the dull ache in my temples… He lost his phone last night and we had sex to forget about it when we got home. But we are talking it out now trying to figure out where it could be. The bar, the Uber? We use his laptop for find my iPhone. We leave the driver a message as a last resort. A tale as old as time.

He has plans to meet up with his friend and their wife for brunch. The only way he can communicate with them is through his apple watch, so he shoots her a text that way to tell them that he lost his phone.
His spirits are dampered and he’s annoyed. I feel really bad for him. I’ve been there so many times. But we’ve literally exhausted all avenues to find the phone. I should actually get going because it’s getting late, too. Read more »

Everything but sex on the first date [FM]

I’m so nervous that my heart is going to beat out of my chest. I’m new to online dating and have been having really good convo with this guy for a month. It’s our first date tonight and I’m sitting in my ride with my hands clenched in fists against my leg.

It doesn’t help that I’m also an hour late. But when I get to the restaurant I go straight up to the dark fancy bar where he said he’d be, and see him from behind. He has large broad shoulders and a dorky beany on.

I bee-line to him and say his name with a question mark. He turns around and smiles at me, saying Hi. Damn, he’s cuter than all the pictures I’ve stalked. This is already good, right?

We talk, a lot. Typical first date subjects. But the attraction is there. We are seated at a bar so it’s kind of awkward but I scoot my chair closer to him. He’s put his hand on my leg here and there while making me laugh. I touch his arms. I think it’s going good. He pays the tab and we step outside. Read more »

Getting her off in the VIP area of the club [FF]

It was just a summer fling, but I was totally in love with this chick. She doesn’t care what anyone thinks of her. She has the most beautiful laugh and every time I’m in her presence I wonder what she sees in me.

One night we were going out for a mutual friend’s birthday. The sexting happened the night before – pictures of her in her underwear, her telling me how much she’d been thinking of me and how she can’t wait to get her hands on me.

Our friend’s dad is giving us a ride and he stops to get some gas. The birthday girl is in the front seat absorbed in her phone. I’m sitting in the back with my girl and the whole car ride have been squeezing her thigh here and there. She’s irresistible. It’s just a hot minute while my friend’s dad goes to the pump, but I put my hands high between my girl’s legs to tease her, and lean over to kiss her. We start making out and my friend starts shrieking.

“Can’t you guys keep it in your pants for just one night?! My dad…. and it’s my birthday…” Read more »

An unexpected hors d’oeuvre [FM]

I was seeing this guy steadily and we were going on another date. He’s my favorite person to sext (sometimes for hours) because he knows how to make me feel wanted and I know what gets him going. It keeps us both horny as fuck since we don’t see each other often.

So when we do see each other, we play this kind of game. We go on our dates and pretend like none of the sexting happened. We hold back to let the tension build even more until we can’t take it anymore. It’s a game where we never needed to explain the rules.

The sexting a couple hours before includes pictures of what I would wear. It’s summer and I send him some photos of me in different dresses. He chooses a flimsy deep v-neck floral dress with no bra. A barely there black g string. I often let him do this so he knows I’m his, plus he wants to dress skimpily so I feel more humiliated in public. Read more »

Giving Jesus a blowjob on the roof [FM]

Hostels are exciting when traveling. You never know who you could meet (good and bad) or what could happen (also good and bad). One of my more memorable experiences was tagging along a pretty solid group of friends. They’re all so kind and treat me like family. I still keep in touch with them.

I’m attracted to one guy in particular because he’s a ray of sunshine – a golden child that beams with happiness. But he has a poetic sentimental side. All day he showers me with sweet nothings and tokens of his affection. He gives me his beanie, random shit we get from street vendors like soap samples. It’s cute in a way, considering we didn’t have much to offer on our backs.

I call this guy Jesus the whole time and it catches on quick with the rest of the group. It’s not his real name, but his real name does *refer* to Jesus, his friends call him Santa (which happens to be a reference too) because of his big belly/dad bod and loud gutteral laugh. His long beard and hair is the cherry on top and makes it all so fucking funny. I was high for a lot of this, and religion is a mind fuck ok? Read more »

I still think about when my waiter turned out to be the oldest guy I’ve fucked [FM]

*Btw there’s a mention of blood in the middle of sex…it happens*

My best friend and I are eating dinner at a Mediterranean restaurant. It’s nice to sit down and laugh over food and drink after a long day.

Our waiter makes small talk with us and everytime he comes over he exchanges looks with me and lingers a bit. My friend catches on to this and the next time he disappears, she leans forward and whispers “I think he’s into you!”

“You think??” I’m not so sure. It’s always hard to tell when they’re just doing their job and want good tips. Either way I don’t need my head to be any bigger than it is.

She smiles and dares me to flirt with him and see. When he comes back, he asks me if I’m free after his shift and gets my number. My friend just winks at me and then we pay the check.

She goes home because she really needed to rest, and gives me her blessing to go out alone that night. I have her number on speed dial in case anything happens. Read more »

My little friend [Group] secret [FFF]

It’s a girl’s trip and we are on a weeklong vacation. Our Airbnb is in a quaint and secluded neighborhood with the backyard leading straight to the ocean. After a fun day of kayaking, we go straight to the beach to drink and share life stories. The moon is high and beautiful, winking at us from behind the clouds.

Eventually all six of us head inside. We are in dancing on tables mode – music is bumping from the speakers and we are singing, slapping each other’s asses, and dancing. I’m doing my classic move of twerking while crawling across the table, but my clumsy ass knocks over a glass and it shatters. Party’s over folks – the mom of the group is sweeping up the shards and I’m looking for a first aid kit to bandage up my foot where I stepped on some pieces.

Everyone besides M and K goes to bed and I’m still bandaging myself up. They’re helping me out in the bathroom, stroking my hair. Once I’m done I get up to go back to my room where I’m sleeping on the bottom bunk. But M grabs my arm and takes me to their room where they’re sharing a queen bed together (on trips like this we usually shared beds). Read more »

A swimming pool escapade [FM]

We are walking through the woods and the full moon is so bright that it illuminates everything around us. He’s holding my hand leading through barely-there footpaths to get to a pool. It’s a late summer night so the air is still a little sticky, but nice. Random branches are close to smacking me in the face as he parts them. He turns his face towards me a bit and says “Trust me, I was a lifeguard.” I didn’t ask, but ok.

We get to the pool and it’s a random person’s house, with no trespassing signs posted up all over the fence. It’s completely dark, besides the moon lighting up the concrete. My mind starts to race, I didn’t think we’d somewhere that could have cameras and alarms and the like. “Uhhh you know this place?!” I’m clearly panicking. He shrugs “Yeah, they’re not home. You don’t have anything to worry about. Trust me!”. I decide not to question it and test my luck. We hop the fence. Read more »

Punished on v-day [FM]

It was Valentine’s Day and my boyfriend at the time was visiting me for the weekend. He had just went to my art gallery show the night before, and we were cracking open a bottle of wine in the kitchenette before going to my favorite band’s concert.

I was hinting at how I’d got him something special for tonight. I got cock rings because he loves withholding his orgasms, and the thought of the rings making him extra hard really turned me on. He was hinting that he got me something too, but I’d also have to wait. This was all forgotten though by the time we got to the concert. The band’s contagious dancey energy in the intimate venue left us elated, and we hopped on over to a local bar to get more plastered.

The relationship was rocky but we loved one another too much to leave. This resulted in a lot of fights when we couldn’t clearly communicate with each other, but it always guaranteed amazing sex. There was often this lingering tension between us like an undercurrent that we didn’t know how to navigate, and fucking was always the solution. Read more »