Author: TittyMcTits

Not all vaginas wear capes [MF] [M27] [F21]

I sat on the edge of Nicole’s bed. She grabbed the collar of my dress shirt and yanked me forward for a single, slow kiss. “I’ll be right back,” she smiled.

There’s nothing like that moment: you’re in a stranger’s bedroom for the first time, she excuses herself to get ready, and you have a suspenseful minute to contemplate sex.

I watched Nicole, my Tinder date, walk away. She was about 5’4 with dark hair. D cups peeked out of her plaid button-down.

Leaning back on Nicole’s bed, I glanced at her decorations. She had a comic book collection, but my vision was too woozy to read titles. “Too much whiskey,” I thought.

I was on my stomach with my face buried in pillows when I felt Nicole’s body pressing against my back. “Oh, you fell asleep,” she laughed. “I was gonna fuck you.”

The forwardness of her comment turned me on. I rolled over to see she was wearing a bra and thong. I made a trail of kisses from her cleavage to her pelvic bone and slid the panties down her thighs. Read more »

My ex-girlfriend gave me mind-blowing head during a roadtrip, but she had a hidden agenda. [MF]

Shadows filled my SUV, but in the glow of a distant street lamp, I saw Kristi’s head bobbing in my lap. “Mmmm…mmmm….” Her moans made my shaft vibrate. “…mmmm…*pop*” I slipped out of her lips with a suction-cup sound. Kristi caught her breath and tilted her head to lock eyes with me.

“Does that feel good?” she smiled.

“Oh, fuck,” I mumbled, reclining my seat.

“*Show me* how good it feels.”

I broke up with Kristi when I was 20, but I’ll always remember her mind-bending blowjobs. In hindsight, I think she enjoyed giving head because it gave her complete control over me.

On this particular night, I had pulled over on the side of a two-lane highway outside of Chicago. Another vehicle whooshed past us in the opposite side, casting high beams.

In the flash of bright light, I saw a strand of spit trailing from my cock to Kristi’s bottom lip. My tip was glistening with pre-cum, and she leaned forward to slurp it.

The 21-year-old was in a “Downward Dog” yoga pose with her knees on the edge of the passenger’s seat. Lingerie in the shape of a whale’s tail peeked out of her tight jeans. The hard nipples of her 36Ds brushed against my thighs. Read more »

Three licks [MF]

“I was perpetually hard in biology class,” Connor said. “I guess I just love science.”

My fianceé Danielle returned from the bar carrying two dark brews. She slid into our circular booth and handed me one. “I only heard the end of that anecdote,” she said, smiling at Connor. “It sounds like a good one.”

“Connor and I are trading embarassing stories from middle school,” I interjected. “…For some reason, I’d always get a boner when it was time to get off the school bus.”

The conversation made Isabelle, Danielle’s best friend, start blushing. Connor was her new boyfriend, and I guessed it was their first time talking about sex. “Anyone want to share an appetizer?” she asked, blatantly changing the subject.

Isabelle and Danielle are physically similar. They’re in their mid-20s with fair skin and blue eyes. If there’s a genetic lottery for boobs, they both won the Mega Millions. But their personalities are a world apart. While Danielle is bold and adventurous, Isabelle is softspoken and conservative.

To diffuse the tension, I told Isabelle, “Yeah, let’s check out Happy Hour specials.” Read more »

Inspired by a stripper, my fianceé gave me the best blowjob of my life…and forced me to pay for it [MF]

I never imagined that I would pay my fiancée for sex, but she gave me the best blowjob of my life last week in exchange for $140.

This story begins on my birthday, Wednesday of last week. I took the day off from work to celebrate, but all my friends were busy during the afternoon. Driving past a strip club, I decided to drop in by myself and grab a drink.

The lighting in the club was dim, but red and blue spotlights illuminated the curves of the dancer on center stage. She was in her early 20s, and she had big natural breasts tucked into a black bikini top.

Sliding down the pole and climbing off stage, she sat on my lap and asked if I wanted a dance. Her name was Imagine (cliché, I know), and her barely covered, smooth skin felt amazing pressed against my jeans. Of course, I said yes.

The area for lapdances was walled off with a red curtain for privacy. I leaned back into a sofa chair with high arm rests, which gave us some privacy. Imagine sat on my lap with her arms wrapped around the back of my neck. She took off my glasses so I could bury my face in her tits. Read more »