I’d been told that tonight was going to be something special.
I was dressed for the occasion in silky soft black panties, lacy bra, and black cover-up. Blond hair was down, slightly messy waves hitting my waist. He came down the stairs told me to close my eyes and lead me to the bedroom. Eyes still closed I could hear ambiance playing calmly, he guided my mostly naked body to the bed. His fingers began to lightly brush across my skin, over my arms, my thighs, around my lips. Between tender caresses, I could hear his heart pounding, and his breathy moans, occasionally I could feel his semi-erect cock brush against my shins. Soon he tired of teasing and laid me out in the middle of the bed. He took off my cover-up and proceeded to grab a blindfold to ensure that I couldn’t peak at any of the activities soon to come. I felt him grab my right wrist first, he began to wrap some sort of cloth around it and secured it to an unknown location. He proceeded to do this to my other wrist and both of my ankles. I laid still, heart beating fast knowing I was very exposed, limbs splayed out like a star-fish on the covers, my vagina begging to drip, wetting my underwear.
I heard his footsteps fall across the room and the door closed. I was alone, but only for a minute. I sat in the quiet wondering with anticipation what was to come when the door opened. I heard fumbling and as he walked over to the bed, he stood above me “Open up.” I squirmed and hesitantly opened my mouth.
A spoonful of something dense, tangy and rich coated my tongue. It took me a couple moments to place it — Greek yogurt. He kissed around my breast, and my stomach, before kissing my mouth taking some of the yogurt with him, his tongue dancing on mine. Warm and succulent. Next, he spooned something else into my mouth, pudding.
At this point he reached to undo my bra, it was a front clasp, and began to pinch my exposed nipples with his index fingers and thumbs. It sent a warm surge to my now very wet vagina. “Open,” and I opened my mouth, expecting more food but was met with his cock. It was fully hard, salty pre-cum dripping down my throat. He thrust himself into my mouth, slowly at first, then more forcefully. Strapped down and unable to move I was forced to take all of him, I began to choke on his cock and he took mercy on me. He pulled out and let me play with his tip, I pressed my lips against it and let it drag across my mouth experiencing its velvety warmth. I continued to play with his hardness popping it in and out of my cheeks, I could hear him moaning softly.
Once again he went away and came back directing me to “Open,” I did and was disjointed that it was a banana. What a rotten trick. After he had his laugh, he pulled off my panties. I was ready. So, ready. More than ready.
I greedily leaned into him as he pushed his cock into the opening of my vagina. The penetration felt like a relief, a void that needed to be filled, over and over again with his presence. We fucked in a modified missionary position for a little since I was still tied up. I could tell the covers underneath my ass were soaked with my juices. Soon we were just too ravenous for each other, and he released my ankles and one wrist. He quickly turned me over and secured my loose wrist. He positioned my ass in the air and gave it a smack. “You like that?” “You want me to put my cock in your wet pussy” I was practically beyond words but managed to say “Yes!” He thrust himself into me, our skin clapping as his pelvis rammed itself into my ass. It was magical. My g-spot was on fire. He was sweating and moaning. “Oh fuck me,” I said, “Please fuck me.” I came time. Then I came again. When it finally became too much I asked him to cum. He shot his load into my cunt and I could feel it all as his cock throbbed.
Author: notthatshy101
Getting Fingered at my Boyfriends work [MF]
I got fingered in a car garage at my boyfriends work. Growing up I was always mind-boggled watching tv shows where the characters had sex at work — surely it’s not as easy as they make it seem? To be completely honest, having sex at work is not as easy as it seems on tv, but it’s definitely a worthwhile thrill.
This particular boyfriend worked as a car detailer downtown. It was a warm day, I was wearing a blue flowered skater dress, blond hair curled, my face full of freckles from the sun. I stepped out of the car a little sweaty, my car didn’t have working air conditioning. Beads of sweat forming along my hairline, between my breasts, and in between my pale thighs. Walking into the car dealership lot I felt immediately out of place.
Men walking around in wife-beater t’s, covered in grease and grime. The mechanics outside taking their daily smoke, watched as I walked past them toward the garage in the back. I could feel their eyes on me as I walked past. My wedges crunching on the gravel as the wind tugged on my skirt blowing it up a little higher than what I was comfortable with.
Surprising my Husband with Amazing Sex [MF]
I feel like in my past posts I haven’t really told you anything about myself. So, to start this story off let me give you a little recap. I’m blond, about 5 “5 and around 125 lbs. I’m definitely curvy — for me in all the obnoxious ways. Thick thighs that I struggle to fit into jeans without leaving them gaping like the grand canyon at my butt. My boobs are definitely present in my physique, the bras I use to support my heavy C cups leave divots in my skin after I take them off.
I’m currently married, though I write stories about previous boyfriends occasionally. This story, however, is about my husband.
In my everyday life, I like structure. I’m not going to lie — I have a schedule in my head of the way my life is supposed to go, and if it doesn’t go however I plan it I may have a Britney Spears circa 2000 meltdown. My husband knows this about me, and since he’s much more go with the flow I do most of our daily planning.
[FM] Young Sunday Sex
I was eighteen at the time. My boyfriend, Alex, was barely twenty. He was still living at home; every Sunday I would drive a half hour to have some quality time with him — it was pretty high quality.
I’d arrive relatively early in the morning, as he was readying himself for the day. Nothing special about his ensemble some ratty jeans and T-shirt. He’d head over to the bathroom to gel his hair and trim his blond/red beard. God, that hair! I have a thing for men that have red facial hair.
After we would start up a movie casually sitting on the bed, and wait until the rest of his family sauntered out of the house unsuspectingly for church. Yes, church. While the rest of the family was out reading the bible we were in his childhood bedroom humping like bunnies, and it was a good time.
I’d lay my head back against his chest and he would start to play with my hair. I’d get goosebumps on my arms, I could feel his breath on my skin and my anticipation rising. Tugging my pants down to reveal my small, but tight butt. I’d always pick my best underwear for Sundays. Usually something black.
My BF gave me a surprise massage with a happy ending [MF]
I was drop dead tired. I grabbed my car keeps and shuffled out to the driveway. Starting up my rickety Honda I took to the road. After a good half hour of driving to my boyfriend’s house I dragged my aching body out of the car. With my dirty blond hair in a messy bun, sweat pants on, and a slouchy tank top I was looking like the epitome of casual. I knocked on the door waiting for my boyfriend to answer, it didn’t take long and we swiftly made our way to his bedroom. We found a DVD to watch, Jurassic Park I think — popped it into the DVD player and made ourselves comfy on the bed.
In the perfect spooning position, I was enjoying watching the dinosaurs roam about on the TV. His hands were enjoying squeezing my butt; which was fine, but I informed him I was not in the mood for anything else, I was tired. His fingers started to roam the front of my sweat pants and down into my panties. I swatted him away, informing him once again, I was tired. We watched the movie for a little while longer.
LDR Shower Masturbation and Skype [FM]
I picked up my phone to find another sad text from my boyfriend. He’d had a crappy day at work, and we were currently in a long-distance relationship. Yes, we’ve heard all about how they don’t work, so don’t waste your breath. I asked him if he had the house to himself and he said “yes.” I’ll be honest, this was my first time doing something like this, but, what did I have to lose? I told him to go to his room, shut the door, and I’ll give him a call on Skype.
We’d discussed previously, at length, my favorite methods of filling my sexual void now that we were long-distance, and there was one method that especially intrigued him. I took my laptop to the bathroom clicking the lock on the door. I pulled the shower door open, flipped the water to hot, and turned on the bathroom fan. I opened my Skype application to find the boyfriend casually lounging on the bed in his pajamas. I gave a coy smile and started to strip, pants first, top second, I leaned forward before taking my bra off, watching my cleavage jiggle on screen. I think the boyfriend was mostly in shock, eyes big, mouth a little open, like I said, I’ve never done anything like this before.
My experience with a new boyfriend and car sex. [FM]
I was wearing a blue floral skater dress, and sitting in the passenger seat of his car. We had just finished up getting a bite to eat. We hadn’t been dating long, but this didn’t seem to deter his wandering hands. Aimlessly driving around in the dark I felt his fingertips brushing along my thighs. Playing coy, I didn’t bring up the physical contact in our conversation.
Being even more brazen, probably because of my feigned ignorance, his hand crept higher, and I started to feel that pleasant tingling, it was warm, and spreading. He was wearing shorts, and in the passing shadows and streams of lights from nearby lampposts, I could see he was sporting a pretty hard boner. There’s something about the sight of a hard on, especially an unacknowledged one, that gives me a sense of power. Almost like a literal elephant in the room, or in this case the car; One I had produced with showing my milky thighs and bouncing cleavage.
My Birthday Surprise [FM] [bondage]
It was the night of my twenty-first birthday, not that you should ever ask a lady her age. My husband and I were getting home from a day full of celebrations, and since we were both rather tired I wasn’t expecting much. I headed to the bathroom for a shower and when I came back, I had a surprise waiting for me.
Lights were dimmed, a singular candle burning, and queued up on the tv a crackling fireplace. There on the bed was my husband, not the fittest human on the planet, but gorgeous nonetheless. Completely naked, dirty blond hair slightly mussed, and posed as if he was a french girl waiting to be painted — a little cheesy, but fantastically so. He motioned me over to the bed and I complied, my towel was swept away, hands pinned to the mattress, and he whispered “hold still.”
He took one of his church ties and used it as a blindfold. Completely at his mercy, I laid my naked body on the bed. I have a quite curvy physique, 5’5 and 125lbs, my husband had always enjoyed. He went straight to my C cup breasts, nibbling ever so slightly. I could feel his breathing starting to get heavy. He tickled my sides and inner thighs with his fingertips. I could feel myself dripping.
As I began to moan, he moved himself to the foot of the bed and began to lick my clit. Every once in awhile he would slide my vulva and clit into his mouth, swirling them around with his tongue, his beard scruff nestling into my pubic mound. I came.
He inched his way back up the bed, his mouth right by my ear. “Mmm, so wet.” “I love it when you cum.” He inserts a finger into me, and gives it a little wiggle, hitting all the right spots, I squeal with delight. “You’re so tight.”
He roughly flips me over onto my stomach, reminding me I’m not in charge, and swings my legs so they’re on the floor. I hear him walking around — he comes back with what I assume is another tie. He uses it to tie my hands behind my back.
I feel him behind me, pre cum dripping on my already soaked inner thighs. His warm head slides into me and I sigh. He teases me a little before filling me completely. His warmth and mine mix together as he slides himself in and out. I flex, gripping his dick even tighter, adding friction to the already hot experience. His groans get louder and I know he’s close. He grabs my long blond hair and starts pulling with the rhythm of the thrusting. I can’t take it anymore and orgasm again, this time squirting all over. The liquid drips down our thighs and he quickly cums as well. I wonder what will happen on his birthday?