Tag: Oral

I attended a house party with a man named Robert I’d only been dating a few weeks. Food and drinks are underway, mingling with others in a comfortable setting. We hadn’t had sex yet at this point, but we were both anticipating it would happen soon. I was becoming incredibly aroused at this party, for the last 45 minutes he had been slightly touching me inappropriately for a few seconds here and there where nobody could see. Reminding me of his hunger, his desire to move on me. I have been slowly getting wet with the tease of it.

I excuse myself to find a restroom upstairs. After I exit the bathroom, I spend some time lingering in the hallway looking at the art and other décor. I wander into the empty home office upon seeing some interesting sculptures. I slowly sip my drink as a move around the room. I hear a creak of the door and turn to see my date had entered, he’s there observing me, a sly smile on his face as he moves in closer towards me. Read more »

{I want to give some backstory to this and future submissions I am a white woman and my stories from West Palm Beach occurred from the age of 24-34 years old. (I’m now 41 years old, married, and living back in Virginia.). At the age of 24 I broke up with my boyfriend of four years and moved from Virginia to Florida; West Palm Beach to be exact. I moved in with a friend of mine who I had met in college prior to both of us dropping out. I was hired as a waitress at a bar/restaurant I will not name. My stories pick up from there. The names have been changed for anonymity. Future Chapters will be posted here every Wednesday and Saturday around lunchtime EST. My hope is to improve my writing and storytelling with each Chapter. }

Upon moving to West Palm Beach from Virginia, I was able to secure a job as a waitress with no experience. Needless to say it took some adjusting. To be honest I had never held a job other than being a swim instructor growing up. Waitressing was a fun job but very stressful at first – especially for someone who has bouts of anxiety such as myself. Top it off with having to make new friends and living away from my family and I was a certifiable mess. Read more »

He sat on the bed, scrolling aimlessly through his phone. Looking out the window, the city lights glisten as dusk slipped slowly into night. They were preparing to go out to dinner, a concept nearly as novel as travel after a strange and sad year. Her voice called out gently from the bathroom, cooing in a way that implied that she wanted something. He tossed his phone in the bed and walked to the bathroom. The tinkling sounds of water pattering in the shower grew louder as he approached the door. He opened the heavy hotel bathroom door. She was in the shower, a thin sheen of suds and water covering her body. Her eyes swam with mischief as she beckoned him to join her.

His eyes sparkled as her lips parted. She pirouetted slowly, allowing his eyes to feast on her glistening curves. Her finger beckons him to join her. He smiles, and begins to strip off his clothing. She leans towards the glass shower door to watch him, occasionally wiping the condensation away. Walking up to the door. He cracks a wicked grin and grabs his swollen member and stokes it just mere inches away from her, behind the glass and unreachable. She moans, a sound of teasing frustration and arousal as she presses her body against the glass, filled with a need for touch. Her hands grab her breasts, nipples swelling; she can tease as mercilessly as he can. Read more »