Author: snacksaftersex

The art o[f] [m]orning sex

(Context: this is a direct transcription of a journal entry I wrote a few months ago about I guy I would see on and off through my travels)

This one’s a little different. For whatever reason, a single glass of wine and 10 seconds of an RKS song has me completely caught up in the memory of that morning in the Air Bnb with Oliver. Every little detail, every single feeling. From how tight he held me all night, to the way his voice sounded in the morning when I crawled back into bed after checking the time.

“We’ll just spoon for a bit then get up,” he told me, pulling me back into his arms. Read more »

Training the sweet vanilla boy to [F]uck [M]e the way I like

Online dating is a blessing and a curse. Sometimes it’s successful, other times it has you deleting it and redownloading it in a vicious cycle. I wouldn’t call this a success story, but it was fun and it had its moments. I matched with Kaleb on tinder early last summer. We had a lot of music in common and generally hit it off really well. It wasn’t long before we set up a date, which went pretty well and we continued to see eachother.

Kaleb was fresh out of a serious relationship, and apparently his ex was one of the few people he had been with. He was a year younger than me, so turned 20 a few months before I met him. I think. Point being he wasn’t as well versed in casual sex as I was. Truth be told he was pretty vanilla, but he essentially told me that’s what he was used to. If you’ve read any of my other stories, you’ll know I’m not one for vanilla, so I had to get this boy trained up. Thankfully, he was super willing. Over the course of us fucking, which happened a lot, I told him about the various things I was into, and he listened, getting more and more adventurous every time we hooked up. Read more »

Got caught fucking around on a security camera, had to get creative[FM]

I’ve been doing some backpacking for the past year. I’ve had a lot of really interesting experiences, this still makes the list of some of my favourite stories.

A big group of us from the hostel decided to go out for drinks one night, and we ended up running into another big group with some mutual friends at one of the bars. We all got a table together and starting mingling as the drinks started flowing a little more freely. I started talking to this one guy, Carson, because someone had told me he was also Canadian. He was cute. Boyish, but cute. We hit it off really well but I didn’t think anything of it as it was still a pretty big gathering and most of us were still interacting in the group. The night pushed on as we went to bar after bar, until people started to drop off, either getting too drunk or tired. We headed back to the hostel, but soon after getting there Carson and I quickly decided our night wasn’t over and headed back out into the night. We went to this cheesy western bar, grabbed a couple more beers, and pulled up some seats next to the ring with the mechanical bull. At this point the flirting started getting heavier. We started trying to push each-other off of our stools and by some mistake, he figured out I was ticklish. It was some highschool level shit but I was a little drunk and enjoying the attention. Eventually we decided to go up and grab another round, where we got caught in the most boner-killing, vagina-drying conversation about Boris Johnson with some random English guy. He must have been absolutely hammered because he didn’t seem to notice the fact that mine in Carson’s hands were slowly linking with each others on the top of the table we were leaning on. I instantly stopped listening to whatever the fuck guy was saying. Soon it was just watching lips flap in the wind as I focused on the feeling of Carson’s thumb caressing my hand. Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore. Read more »

That ti[m]e I got [f]ucked like I’d never been fucked before

This happened about 2 years ago, but it only recently got beat out as the best sex I’ve ever had. Always meant to get around to writing some of my experiences, figured this was a solid starting point.

I was 20 at the time. I had recently moved out of my parents place and into a shitty house with one of my friends and a bunch of other random students. It was garbage, but I loved it. I could keep my bong on my nightstand, I could watch Netflix on my shitty little tv until ass o’clock in the morning, and most importantly, I could have whoever the fuck I wanted over. Which for me and my absolutely unhinged libido, meant a whole lot of casual sex. I wasn’t a virgin by any means, but living at home in a small town, especially growing up pretty unattractive, meant I definitely hadn’t been around the block a whole lot either. That changed pretty quickly. It had probably been about 4 months of living at the house when this happened. My room basically had a revolving door on it allowing tinder dates and randoms from the bar to flow through pretty freely. Some of them good. Some of them not so good. This one was good. Really fucking good. Read more »