Chapter 2 of [M]y spring fling with the sweet, sexy, and fit as fuck soccer girl. A country honey and a city boy shack up for the rest of the term.

Check out my profile for the first of this series. If you’re here and read my other stories with the she-wolf, I will be finishing that trilogy up soon I promise. The last act is super fucking hot and I want to give it justice when I finally pen it.

On with the story.

J and I had been hooking up pretty regularly after our first study session turned into a hot makeout session and her giving me a delicious cock massage with her delicate hands. Those hands could work fucking wonders on my body.

J only continued to get more alluring as the spring season finally started to blossom. The winter jackets and thick leggings faded out as the weeks went on and when we would meet up for more study sessions, I would spend virtually half of the time drinking in her nymphlike body. She usually wore cute, tight tops with bright colors and tight athletic shorts or jeans that perfectly framed her sculpted ass and legs. Her painfully pretty green eyes and gorgeous smile would beam at me every time she caught me checking her out when we were studying at the library. In her dorm room, she would just lean over and start kissing me and I’d pull her in deeper.

[M]y Spring fling with the soccer girl. Another erotic trip down memory lane. Specifically with the sweet little thing that stole my heart for a few months before transferring.

Hi there,

I hope you had a great weekend and are enjoying a lazy Sunday. This story is from my Junior year in college, at a small university up in the Catskills/upstate NY.

I had decided to take a “history of geology” course with a buddy of mine, and the professor was a total nut. He looked and acted like a dwarf who stepped out of the Lord of the Rings movies. Fun class, for sure. My buddy and I always sat in the back of the lab, usually next to a very cute artsy girl who I would casually flirt with during the more dense parts of the class. I didn’t even notice the sweet little thing whom this story is really about, until well into the semester. Spring semester.

[M]y night with the she-wol[F] part II. Mating in the daylight.

If you haven’t read part 1 I highly suggest you do, but this story works as a stand-alone. If you’re here from there, thank you so much for reading what I’ve written and as always, new audience and old, I appreciate any feedback as long as it’s constructive. Enjoy the story.

My room was filled with her scent. A deep, musky aroma that flooded my nostrils and made my eyes glaze over every time I inhaled. She was passed out, on her stomach to my side, on my bed. The room was hot with the smell of our earlier sex, and her scent hung in the air like a veil of lust. I tried to sleep.

But every time I looked over at her, her gorgeous frame perfectly lit by the moonlight flooding through my open windows, I felt my cock throbbing with desire. I rolled onto my side to face her, and slowly started to run my fingers from the back of her neck down her spine.

I waited for her to stir before I pounced. I kissed the back of her neck and her ears as my hand trailed down to the back of her sculpted thighs. Her ass looked divine in the moonlight. I whispered into her ear, “I want you again.”

Side quest, seducing a thicc blond longboarder. [M]et on a bus from college back home and had a lot of [F]un.

I want to start this post by saying it’s my second erotic tell all, ever. For those of you who liked my last one and left a comment or followed or sent a message, from the bottom of my heart I thank you.

If you like this post please see my previous work. I’d really appreciate it if you did.

On to the story:

I was on my way back home to nyc from the college I attended in upstate NY. I had just discovered Chance the Rapper’s first album, Acid Rap. I decided the best way to travel, if I’m confined to a long bus ride through the rugged mountains, would be to spark up and get high while window gazing and listening to some dope new tunes.

I did so and found my seat as the bus was still just opening up to passengers, early in the morning. I spent the first few hours of the ride in a complete bliss. The lush spring landscapes of the Adirondacks combined with some mind-blowingly good music had me on a seriously good vibe.

[M]y night with the she-wol[f]. One of the most intense sexual experiences of my life, fucking my college professor’s daughter.

So, I’ve been home alone while my current gf is staying with her parents for a week and a half. Being at home by myself has activated some instinct in me where I’m so fucking horny that I find myself drifting off into sex fantasies and memories pretty much all day. I stroked myself while watching porn and made a huge mess an hour ago, but after doing some yoga my cock is throbbing in my shorts again.

As I drifted in a cloud of semi-consciousness, during Shavasana (basically a mini-nap at the end) I was visited by the memory of the steamiest and filthiest sex I’ve ever had in my life. The same memory that so deliciously haunts my dreams, ever since I laid with her.

A bit about me, I’m an athletic and active young man. Tall, tan, and handsome is how women have described me before. I have thick black hair, deep amber eyes, and I’ve been told time and time again by those same women that my cock is solidly above average. Thick, long, and straight.