The Licker [m/f]

I wouldn't say I'm proud of all my experiences, in fact there are a few I find downright weird. For a few weeks I had been chatting with a nice guy in my building. He was quiet, at least in person; in private he was one horny devil. While I sat at work one weekend evening he would send me photo after photo of his hard cock wet with desire. My cheeks blushing, I managed to make my way to the restroom to send him a photo of my voluptuous breasts in my blue bra. My nipples were hardened with the idea of a hard cock pleasing me, but I had to wait until work ended before I would allow myself any fun.

Minutes ticked by and I could feel my body responding to his lust, my panties were itching to be removed. The prospect of a new man rushed me up the stairs and into the shower. The heat from the water coursing across my bare skin only increasing how turned on I was. At this point I was willing to try anything if only to satisfy my bodily desires. I craved the touch of someone over me and my wish was soon to be fulfilled, although not in a way I found particularly pleasurable.

New Year, Old Pleasure [m/f]

There are two kinds of intercourse for me: carnal and passionate. Carnal sex is purely for pleasure and being able to say you had a stimulating night with a warm body. No matter what you say to others though, it tears your up inside, requiring the difficult task of separating your feelings from your actions.

Passionate intercourse, on the other hand, pleases both the mind and the body. In these instances you are stimulated on multiple levels, truly enjoying the chase, and the moment where you get to taste the other person. You're able to give each other a 5 star treatment and can walk away with no regrets.

I've had many experiences of both kinds. After all, who doesn't love a good fuck? One man in particular stands out. We knew each other for six years. Six years of illicit moments and discovering what gave us pleasure. He was German, and I knew that even after not seeing each other for months, we could still pick up right where we left off.

Late Night Pleasure [m/f]

Some men you simply can't resist testing to see if the hype is true. There have only been a few men in my lifetime that I have enjoyed entirely. I met him at a conference one summer and we flirted all summer. He was cocky, confident, and was a challenge that required time and effort. We were together during meetings often during the week, but his one stipulation was that no one could know that anything was happening between us. Two years older than me, he had eyes that danced with temptation and hands meant to please. I found myself drawn to him, wanting him in my bed. We started texting one night. Hormones coursing through my veins, I found it hard to be calm with the tantalizing promise of seeing him. We messaged for hours, I spoke to him of my fantasies, of meeting him and offering myself for his pleasure, for him to use as he wished.

Finally, I got my wish. "Meet me outside in five minutes"

Old [F]lings, steamy times

The first months of college are always the roughest. You're meeting dozens of new people in a new place within a new community. Midst all that new you crave the old. By this point in my life I had considered myself experienced in the ways of love and sex. I was still in communication with my ex-boyfriend and we would text late into the night about our unbridled passions desire to reunite our bodies. He promised me the world, promised he would take me to Europe, and exploe the Swiss alps, the fjords of Norway or any other place my heart desired. Weeks went by and one day he made me an offer I couldn't refuse: could he come visit me for a night at school? Plans were made, tickets were bought, and before I knew it he was on a Greyhound bus. It was a cold, rainy late September weekend and to my dismay I discovered the bus was going to drop him off 7 miles off campus. The town my school was in wasn't very large, so to be proactive I borrowed my friends bike and started my journey to meet him. It was late, almost 11 at night and I had a difficult time controlling two bikes while studying a paper me. There was a cool breeze cutting through the air, blowing my hair into my mouth and eyes. Over the river, I made it a few blocks only to be stopped by a cop car that rolled up next to me. "Excuse me, but where did you get those bikes? Did you steal them?" "NO, officer, I'm just visiting a friend and am using them to help get us back to campus" A strange sight I must have made on a Friday night, walking all alone on a dark sidewalk. He let me pass without further incident and I made my way through the neighborhoods to the outskirts of town. By then it had begun to rain, my phone was dying and I was lost, desperate to try and find him. We met on the edge of a corn field, the wind blowing leaves around us. We were wet, soaking, shivering with cold and excitement. He didn't say a word at first, just clasped me in his arm, sharing his warmth and feeling my body against his for the first time in months. Through the layers he could feel shivers racking my body and offered me his sweater. We mounted the bikes and raced back to campus. By the time we arrived back it was nearing 1 o'clock and the security worker at the front door gave us a strange look as if he knew what was yet to come, two bedraggled strangers who had emerged out of the darkness. We climbed the stairs to my room. My roommate was gone, giving us a night full of privacy to fulfill our fantasies. The door closed. I walked up to him, hugging him from behind so he could feel my body, my breasts pushing gently against his back. In that moment, he was all that I wanted. He turned and to my sinful delight I could feel his erection beneath his wet jeans. I began to peel off the layers slowly, exposing his steaming skin to the cool temperature of my room and saw goosebumps growing. Before I knew it he stood before me, naked, his body outlined by the light from the window. I found myself aroused, wet from more than just the rain. Oh how I longed to feel his body pressed against mine. He guided me up into my bed, pulled the covers over us, and held me for a long time. He began to nibble my ear, whispering all the things he had wanted to do to me. I could feel my cheeks blush as images of us together blew through my mind. Desperate for relief, I started to kiss him, trailing down his neck, past his elegant collarbone, pausing at his nipple. I teased, gazing up at him mid kiss with a quick wink. "Take me" I whispered, encouraging him. He rolled me onto my back and pinned my hands above my head. "You utter tease, begging for me to take you, now you're going to enjoy this" He was right, I wanted nothing more than to feel him pounding me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and rose up to meet him. My hands traced patterns on his smooth, broad back as I felt him tease my clit with his hard cock. Never had I felt so aroused. I was moaning and he had yet to enter me. Moments later, my wish was granted, he plunged between my lips, filling me up. OH! I called out, I felt as if my entire body was responding to his. Fuck yes, I felt myself cum but he kept going, faster and faster until I screamed in pleasure, and we collapsed, utterly spent from our efforts. We awoke the next morning, still naked and glowing from our night together. His phone buzzed beneath me and to my dismay his ride was an hour away. Extracting ourselves from the bed, we scrambled to find clothing. I watched him dress, aware that I might not see him for months, watching the soft cotton cover his well defined torso. I put out a hand and stopped him, using the other to rub his length through his boxers and to my pleasure I found him already hard. I turned him around and pushed him into a chair, his eyes burning with desire. "Ride me " He pleaded, eager to feel me again Being the tease that I am, I refused, pulling down his boxers to his ankles and spreading his legs so I could gaze unobstructed. I traced my hands along his inner thigh, feeling him quiver in anticipation; my hands found themselves stroking his throbbing cock, feeling it twitch in excitement. I leaned over, my breasts spilling over my bra, and kissed his tip with my lips. Gazing up at him, I slowly enveloped him in my mouth while I massaged his balls in my hand. Faster and faster I went, teasing him with my tongue until he released a hot load into my mouth, and I swallowed satisfied. "You are too good at this…" He said after a few minutes. "I know, which is why you'll keep coming back" I permitted him to dress, and within minutes his ride was at the building's front door. He left as quick as he came, leaving only memories of a passionate night.

[F]irst Encounters

Sex is something that excites me. The very idea of it sends little chills down my back and hairs raise in anticipation of a man pushing into my most sensitive areas. Growing up in a household where we never talked about such topics led me on a quest to know as much I could about something so fascinating. As a child you learn about the basic anatomy of a man and a woman, but never anything more than that. The first man I ever experimented with found me at a younger age when I was still innocent. He danced on the edges of my friend group; I found him edgy and the thought that I would have to work for him made my craving even stronger. Before our encounter I had never even kissed a man, but the longing I felt to conquer him burned strong in the back of my mind. It took weeks of talking and texting to him for us to finally meet. I was nervous. Eager. Inexperienced. I had never thought I would be of interest to such a man, any man. His mother had gone to work, leaving his house empty. It was a hot summer day and I biked over to his house and knocked on the doorbell. In anticipation of what was yet to come I had worn my best underwear and bra, hoping that would draw his attention to the fine curves of my body. It was a blistering temperature outside and stepping foot into his house I was greeted by an arctic blast. We journeyed up into his bedroom, sunlight was shining through the blinds and we made small talk. I remember at the time I was so nervous I tried to make chit chat about his books in the hopes he would not notice. It must have been his first experience as well and we were two awkward young adults delving into a whole new world. Spreading pillows out on his futon, he beckoned me to join him. I've always maintained a policy that the man makes a first move. We grew closer as we talked, our faces millimeters apart and our breath invading the space between us. Words grew laced with tension as we realized our close proximity and it began to dawn on us that we were alone, and free to do what we wanted. He leaned in, teasing me with the promise of that first kiss and I rose up to meet him. Somehow he had my wrists pinned to the pillow, and I laughed with excitement. Our mouths met in joyful union and I could feel his length underneath his clothing, begging to be released. Eager for my first encounter, I flipped him under me and kissed my way down his chest and stomach. I could feel his breath become more ragged and his eyes rolled back into his head. Reaching his waistband, he pulled down his jeans, giving me free reign to play with him. There he was, his cock rock hard and ready for me. Crouching down, I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft and teased the tip of him with my soft lips; all the while gazing into his eyes. With a quick wink I enveloped his entire length into my mouth, feeling him all the way in the back of my throat. He moaned in pleasure, which only made me eager to prove that I could make him cum. He automatically began to thrust up into my mouth, silently begging for release. Up and down I went, using my tongue to trace small designs on his length. Within minutes he was ready for me and released his hot heavy load into my mouth and I felt it’s bitter tang on my tongue and swallowed it all with a satisfied smile. I left him breathless in disbelief of what just happened. After a few minutes he rose to get some tissue and I got a glimpse of his naked body. Slender legs led up to firm buttocks that turned into a perfectly arched back and broad shoulders. As his door opened I basked in the warm air rushing in from the hallway. I left shortly after, both of us agreeing it was a one time occurrence, but sated with newfound knowledge.