A crazy night [FM]

This story is from last Friday night and I just had to share because it was some of the best sex of my life! Hope you enjoy!!

I got a phone call from my fiance on his way home from work with very specific instructions and in that moment, I was dripping wet. No clothes, spread legs on the couch, my vibrator on my clit, no cumming until he got home.

I was shaking with anticipation as I stood up slowly from my position from my desk and walked over to the couch, carefully removing all my clothes, relishing in the way that the soft fabric of my dress caressed my hardening nipples as I pulled it over my head. I folded up the clothes carefully and set them on the arm of the couch and began to follow my instructions.

Within moments my pussy was gushing, and I had no idea how I was going to make it the 20 minutes before Jake was home from work. I could not stop moaning and the vibrator moved against my clot with every shudder that went through my body. I kept repeating to myself to wait, hold it in, behave or I was going to get in trouble. My moans quickly turned to whining and panting, waiting to hear the click of the latch that would bring my sweet relief. And I waited and waited and waited for what felt like an eternity.

A little [FM]

Hey y’all!! Many of you have given me great comments and reviews on my last story I posted (except that one guy, fuck you), so I thought I would give you guys more of what you asked for. This isn’t a continuation of my first story, that’s still in progress right now, but I wanted to give you guys a little slutty update.

Where I am going to school right now, finals week is quickly approaching, and it has been snowing pretty much non-stop, so everyone is a little stressed out, as one might imagine. This took place last night while I was in the library and was one of the most powerful and exciting moments of my whole life.

I was sitting in the library, waiting for the other members of my research group to get there, so we could finish our group project. (Side note, the fact that we are still doing group projects in grad school pisses me off). I was on my laptop, sitting at my table by the wall, responding to a number of messages on my account. I didn’t think anyone could see me, or was paying attention, so I started scrolling through pictures from a little picture session, looking for the next one that I should post next (hello pink panties), when I heard a gasp. I looked up, incredibly startled, wondering who could have seen what, when I see this super dorky looking guy, holding a remote-control car, staring at me with his mouth wide open and the beginnings of a bulge in his pants.

A little secret [FM]

Hey y’all,

This is a short little thing that I’m sharing for the first time about my first time. I am not a writer, by any stretch of the imagination. Feel free to PM me with any suggestions you have to become better, since I think I want to post more stories about our experiences together. I’ve never shared this with anyone before, so I’m eager to now.

Additionally, I want to preface this by saying that I was raised in a very, very conservative home—like no sex until marriage, even looking at another person with lust is a sin. This dramatically impacted my relationship to men, especially ones that I found attractive.

I met Sam in a humanities class that I was taking my freshman year of college, and (embarrassingly enough) I was immediately drawn to him. He was tall, at least in comparison to me, maybe 6 foot, strong, and handsome. But really caught my eye was the dress blues (ROTC at the university). We clicked instantly, started casually flirting, hanging out, talking all the time and about everything and studying at each other’s places late at night. Obviously, I thought he was hot, but I also liked who he was as a person, so I didn’t do anything particularly forward, so I didn’t ruin anything.