Continuing the story of sexual antics with a redditor from the USA …..

I was right, it was far from over. As we lay in the bed, wet with perspiration and cum I turned over to see that you were already rock hard again. Fingers made their way to my nipples and started to massage them. You leaned over and started to bite my neck, just around my carotid artery, this drives me wild and made me shudder, the biting became harder.
Hands slid down my body and fingers probed inbetween my legs, teasing slowly.

I reached over and began to stroke you gently, my fingers lightly grazing your balls, knowing this drives you wild. Your eyes closed and you leaned back on the bed. I replaced my fingers with my lips and tongue, enjoying the salty flavours that remained on you, sucking pre-cum off the tip.

“Did you bring it?” You groaned.. “of course I did” I replied. I knew exactly what you meant, we had discussed over and over about you wanting to feel me orgasm and pulse hard on your cock. I had packed my “bullet” a tiny clitoral stimulator which I loved, it gave me the most intense orgasms and I  often used it during our online playtimes. You smiled as I pointed to my bag and you headed to find it, letting out a dirty chuckle when you held it in your hands. Read more »

Wow. I don’t know where to start.

Relationship of four years went up in flames a few weeks ago, it’s a long story but my ex made me feel terrible for so long. Tonight, I finally decided to start giving myself some self love and I said screw it, I’m getting dick.

My friends are single, and they have been encouraging me to come out and enjoy the single lifestyle with them. I finally caved because it had been so long since I had sex that I genuinely started craving it.

Thus, “Operation get Hannah (me) a man” was born.

I went all out and bought a cute black co-ord set and the most amazing pair of heels. They made me feel so sexy, I adore them so much.

It has genuinely been years since I went clubbing looking for guys so you can imagine how new it all felt to me again. Nevertheless I was excited to get out with my girls again, have some drinks and see where the night would go.

I didn’t drink too much, enough to just give me a little buzz and that bit of confidence. Read more »

We had planned a day together. Both of us taking the day off. Sure we do that every weekend, but there’s something to a nice spring day, enjoying being outside together, holding hands and walking or sitting, makes time fly but is so enjoyable.

We packed some things for a picnic, went to the nearest Starbucks and had some coffee. Sitting in the coffee shop, white chocolate mochas in hand, laughing at each others stories. Our hands remaining in contact with a part of each others bodies at all times. Staring into your eyes, seeing the blue pop against your pink hoodie, the way your eyes shimmer when you look at me. There’s just something about the way you always look at me that makes me feel like I’m the most special person in the world.

We moved on to the park. Sitting outside in the sun enjoying the people watching. More importantly I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. You took off your hoodie and had on a light pink tshirt, your chest looked absolutely amazing. Moving my eyes further down. You had some light beige colored shorts on, but they were short. The way your legs were outstretched, your knees slightly bent. You know I’m a sucker for your legs. They looked so damn sexy as you laid back and soaked in the sun. Your hair always turns blonde from the sun. It was still too early in the season, you still had the red hue in your hair, you looked stunning. Read more »

He isn’t my grandfather, just a family friend who we all called Poppa. Now I’m grown our relationship has changed.

He calls me a good girl and I feel ashamed. I am not a good girl, I am a bad girl. I am a bad girl who likes it. I like being bad for this man. He makes me call him poppa …and he touches me…in places where he shouldn’t touch me. I feel the heat of his hand on my skin. My body trembles with fear and anticipation as he does things to me that are wrong but so right. It feels so good. His hands are rough against my soft skin. I feel my nipples harden in response to his touch. I know what he wants. How can I refuse him?

I want to please him too. And I do. He takes me into his arms and holds me close. “Say please to poppa” he says in my ear. I say please… Read more »

She was the first person to ever do that to me. I didn’t know what it would feel like, but I wanted to see. I held her tit and pushed my mouth against her nipple. It was soft and warm. The sensation of sucking on her nipple was wonderful. I heard her moan and felt her hands in my hair as she pulled my face tighter against her breast. There was no way I could let go. Her nipple was too good for me to give up.

I felt her sweet milk drip into my mouth. I sucked harder. She moaned more loudly now. She tasted so good. I loved the taste of her milk. She took hold of my head with one hand and stroked the nape of my neck with the other. “That’s a good girl.” I looked up at her smiling eyes. “Thank you,” I said.

My smile grew wider. I returned to suckling her and drinking her amazing milk. I couldn’t believe how good it was. She rubbed her hands up and down my body. The feeling of warm hands touching my skin made me very aroused. I reached out and started rubbing her belly which pleased her greatly. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart. ” Read more »