Author: ZGinger42

The sensation of her tongue swirling the tip of my dick while watching her head bob up and down was etched into my memory. I wanted more of her… No I Needed more of her. I still felt her perfect curvy silhouette on my hands. The sweet taste of her juices from her flawless slit still evident on my tongue. I couldn’t believe how badly I wanted her to make me cum… How badly I wanted to make her cum again and again.

We returned to sending each other pictures again not knowing when the next time would be for us to discovery each other’s sexual desires. My dick aching for her touch but temporarily relieved by her ability to make me cum through the phone. Pictures turned into videos, videos turned into face chats. Showers were always the best as I got to see the water shine her body as she intensely watched me stroke my dick to her. Read more »

I remember the first time I really started to ‘notice’ her walking through the halls. The perfect curves matched with a beautiful smile. Everyday was a pleasure getting to see what kind of outfit was going to hug that tight ass and busty chest.

I knew I needed to get her attention but how?

The summer came and long nights swimming and having bonfires pursued. My best friend had a perfect swimming spot to have people come over and relax. Time and time again, the invite came through and each time, there she was.

Sitting around the bonfire, I watched the water trickle down her body outlining her breasts. A towel draped over to cover only a small portion of her body. I stared in awe, imagining myself revealing what was underneath. “Fuck” I thought to myself, I need to talk to her… I need her.

The next day came and I had had enough, this was going to happen. I reached out and started a very bland conversation not knowing how to get through that I wanted to do dirty things to her. She was talking to someone at the time so inevitably I thought this would end as soon as it started. The conversation changed course and before I knew it, the curiosity got the better of me. Read more »