Erotic Sex Stories

Erotic Sex Stories

Kinky Kendall spills all the dirty details of her naughty sex life. Sometimes it's fantasy and sometimes it's true life.

Spanking My Pussy

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I Confess that I Enjoy Spanking My Pussy

Something that turns me on when I masturbate is to use a very flexible dildo to spank my pussy with. I love to literally smack it on my spread open pussy so it makes a slap slap slap noise. Spanking my pussy like this drives me crazy, makes me tingle and causes my clit to get VERY swollen. The sound of the slaps is so hot and it makes me feel so dirty for some reason. Masturbation is such a personal thing that we all have some little quirks with our style. Sometimes spanking my pussy long enough can make me cum too. Of course, when a cock is spanking it – it is even better. I can handle some pretty rough clitty smacks. I love some cock tapping and then the head rubbed on my clit… then back to some tapping. Yesterday I had some hot masturbation by telephone with the fuck buddy and he loves it when I spend a lot of time spanking my pussy for him. I did it exactly as he asked me to. Sometimes gentle, sometimes rubbing, and sometimes loud and hard smacks. I came hard, and more than once!

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He Fucked Me Right

Time to continue my Rocker story! After a few months of long distance sex we finally met. I described the very first sexual encounter in this former post about blowing him. But don’t you want to know about our first fuck fest? It was later that night after some of the typical ‘courtship” stuff like a romantic dinner and wine.

We kissed and kissed and kissed with deep tongues and wet passion on the couch before we headed upstairs to my bedroom. We hopped on the bed fully dressed and resumed the face sucking.

Kissing is so hot to me. You can discover HOW someone will fuck by paying close attention to the way they kiss. If the guy is a bad kisser… then I am outta there! And the rocker was a good kisser… our mouths fit together perfectly. The motion of our tongues was in perfect sync.

There is also nothing better then a LONG sex session because foreplay is essential, it’s maybe even more then half of the fun. Both the rocker and I are ‘teases” and we love the long slow stuff, but when the time is right you should be fucking like animals. We had rehearsed sex together by telephone numerous times but the anticipation was super high and very drawn out.

He slid his big hand up my shirt and rubbed my titties over my bra. He touched me carefully and deliberately. Finger tips stroking through the material hmmm nice and gentle. Eventually he undid the front clasp and my skin tingled and he touched and fondled my nipples. I pulled off my shirt so he could start sucking and licking my nipples. We continued to slowly undress down to our underwear.

I was wearing lacey black full back bikini panties, and I could feel the damp stain in the crotch just getting larger. All the nipple licking my getting me very moist. My thighs were squirming a little and my sexy rocker singer is very vocal and loves to talk. He asked me if I wanted him to finger my pussy. Of course I said yes.

He slid his hand down inside my panties and lightly teased my treasure trail pubes. He pressed his finger deeper between the lips and found my hot button to rub in circles. Then he pushed further down to the opening and slide a finger in. He told me it was very wet, but he wanted more so he drink up all my juice. He started finger fucking me very slowly like he had done when we met. He told me he wasn’t stopping until it was sloppy and loud.

Slow finger pumping in and out. Hmmm just getting me damp writing about it. We kept kissing and kissing while his finger was speeding up. I was getting wetter; the sound was a bit louder. We were talking about it, getting quiet to listen. He kept his hand inside my panties the whole time saying he wasn’t going to look at it until it was gushing. He slide a second finger in me, I opened my legs more and raised my hips up off the bed so he could go deeper. He was going in rougher now.

He was jamming my cunt now and starting twisting, my panties were being yanked into my ass crack too. I want to point out this was going on for about 20 minutes by this point and I was speaking in grunts and moans when I told him to get my G spot. He curved his long finger in and told me I had to squirt before he was going to let me cum. I was on edge though, it’s not like I was in control.

I could feel how soaked I was, the squishing was loud, my moaning was getting hard. He was slamming those fingers in and then slowing down to stroke my gspot and I squirted some when he pressed on it. I was sweating and not realizing it until it happened…. And then I came HARD. I could feel myself ejaculating too.

The rocker kissed his way down from my tits to my bellybutton and my legs were still squirming now. He kissed the outside of my panties and slowly pulled them down. He made almost a sigh as he gazed into my pussy. He said it was all swollen and shiny. He slid his tongue up the slit before grabbing my fat lips open wide and wiggling that tongue all over my clit. I have posted before about having a puffy pussy and fat cunt lips. The rocker started sucking it all. He was lapping up the wet mess he made.

My pussy was still internally trembling, but he was putting attention on my clit now. It felt good and he was being sure to be a loud cunt lapper too. Very nasty and very hot. He was an aggressive pussy eater and I LOVE that. I came again. I was practically exhausted.

But the rocker wasn’t done; he hadn’t cum yet this time. So he opened his pants and just pushed it into me. I wrapped my legs around his hips and let him fuck me. His cock was long and thick. I could feel how swollen my clit was since each thrust was rubbing it just right. His moans in my ear and his breath against my neck felt so good. Since he is a singer, he had incredible pipes moaning loud enough to shake the walls. We fucked another good 20 minutes straight before he finally came.

A Day in the Life of a Slut

This is what it’s like to be me, the finer points of my day yesterday.

I worked some, I have a pretty prominent job that I don’t discuss for fear of discovery. I worked from morning to 1pm. I knew I was horny was so busy I just couldn’t address it. At lunch I logged into one of my hang outs and hooked up for the third time with a super sweet guy I met there for some anonymous and mutual fun. I was horny and needed to cum. I masturbated with my vibrator. It was all good.

Later I had to go to work but being in the constant state of arousal – I didn’t wear panties and never really wiped out my pussy too good after masturbating. It produces the extra sloppy effect which I like. You can feel the lips slide and my whole pussy was swollen from masturbating earlier… that my clit is still protruding. The fat lips slippery against it makes it feel nice, leaves me always aware that pussy needs more. I do this often.

Later I got online only to have The Fuck Buddy messaged me. I should say the FORMER fuck buddy since we haven’t really been talking much this year. We always go through the “why can’t we get back together” bullshit that bores me to tears. We really had nothing more then good sex so there isn’t much to go back to considering I can get myself off too. But he is obsessed with the past, especially the Younger Man I was fucking for 2 years during my supposed relationship with him lol. I’m not laughing to be a bitch, I’m laughing over it because it always comes back up.

The Fuck Buddy can never figure out what he wants, or what will piss him off. He always wants the details of my seductions, but when he is informed he goes into a jealous rage… which also turns him on by the way.

He were some of my responses:

Yes, I told you before that he did lick my asshole.

He fucked me up against a wall in a condo with his face pressed flat against it. The neighbor complained about it actually since they listened to every thrust and each moan.

I did like the way he ate me out, it was slow and he loved sniffing my pussy before he licked it. It turned me on because it seemed dirty. He even liked it a little smelly after I wore pantyhose all day long.

He was a passionate lover, he would stare into my eyes while we fucked. He loved to watch my face while eating me.

Yes, of course he got too attached to me, yes he told me he loved me after a year of smut. I never said it back. I guess he was heartbroken, but I find that sexy too. I love it when a man pleads for me. I love to go back and fuck him giving him a little hope. Then ruining his day when I still am not interested in his love wishes.

No, of course he didn’t fuck my ass… I only do that with special people. (ok so I lied)

The Fuck Buddy was mad, he was PISSED, he bitched me out on an IM. Then I had to break the news and admit that I had been fucking The Rocker just a few weeks ago. He logged off, just couldn’t take it anymore. Fuck him — he ASKED me for details. Tomorrow I will email him to see if he jacked off off and I bet he did.

I tried to log back in to my adult space account to masturbate again, but the damn site was down all night. I took care of business on my own anyway.

Cunt is a Dirty Word

I love the word CUNT. I love my own cunt so I touch it and look at it in the mirror often. I am very self absorbed with it. Most women hate the word cunt… but I like it because it is a nasty term. I also like the words slit, snatch, and twat. They sound dirty too. Of course the word pussy is almost always the first choice. I love words to describe my vagina, but I hate the word “vagina”.

I just got out of the shower after performing hair removal rituals for my cunt. I like pubic hair, I hate the shaved look. I have what you’d call Trim. Sometimes I use that word too when talking about my cunt.

“Wanna lick some trim?” is something I have said often.

So now my trim is all nice and clean and neat. I have soft dark brown pubes. I keep the trim pretty trim. I also have pretty fat cunt lips and large inner labias. The word labia is boring, I prefer calling them inner pussy flaps. They are also fat and dangle outside my cunt lips when they get all pink and need sucked. I love them pulled open and a hot wet tongue on my clit. In fact, I love the fact that my cunt is fat, has big meat curtains to spread open – it makes it all more technical, more things must happen to touch, lick, or fuck me. A man has to be interested or at least intrigued by my cunt too.

As I write this post for you, I am naked sitting at my computer. I’ve been rubbing my size C cup NATURAL titties in between typing. I always masturbate after writing in this blog. I can feel my CUNT dripping on the chair actually. It will be juiced and ready for a dildo fucking.

Hot Load of Cum on My Face

One of my dear readers emailed me today reminding me to get my hot ass in gear and to get back to posting. He was right. Thanks for that, nice to know someone is reading.. and hopefully jacking off too.

I’ve been busy with the Rocker lately since my last post. We have gone through a few different phases where we find the time to spend together and others where we do not. Since this is a no string attached kind of relationship… it works for us.

He has had some time off and he came out for a two week visit. I couldn’t wait to have his stiff cock in my mouth and it was the very first thing I went for. Basically he got here and unpacked a little and I groped his dick through his pants. He even said “Geez calm down Kendall, let me get organized first”. But I saw no reason for that.

I rubbed a minute longer and went for the zipper. He was putty in my hands by the time it was down. I reached in and got what I wanted. I sucked his cock slowly at first, and then hard and harder. I love the way it feels on my tongue and I like to trace and lick it. I also enjoy a good throat fucking too. He didn’t disappoint me… he grabbed the back of my head so he could really stuff my dirty little mouth.

Blow jobs should be sloppy. They should be wet and make lots of noise too in my opinion. I like to slurp or even moan with a dick in my mouth. It’s the right atmosphere and adds to the momentum. Every time he got close to the edge… I slowed it down. While I was hungry for his dick juice, I didn’t want it to be over too quickly. I like to savior sex and drag out the moment.

He reached down and gave my right nipple a hard pinch which always sends a tingle straight down to my pussy. I felt a little gush of wetness leak out of me. I love his big fingers and he yanked at my top so he could fit his hand inside. His hot fingers toying with my nipple made me want to feel them on my clit. Time to suck him completely OFF.

I worked him in and out of my mouth faster, pumping it deep in and sliding it far back out. He grabbed my head again and his moans indicated he was getting close. He told me he was going to come all over my face and that I had to leave it there while he ate me out. He loves to talk nasty during sex acts which is hot hell!

And then he did it – he didn’t just cum, he exploded. And it was the biggest load that splat on my face… warm and sticky. It was on my nose, my cheeks, and lips. When he pulled out of my mouth to shoot it… he literally hunched over in pleasure losing the power in his body for a minute. I spent that minute licking the jizz off my lips.

I stood up and starting undoing my jeans. Hey, he said he was going to eat me out so I wasn’t wasting the time. One thing I do love about the Rocker is the way he goes down on me. Some men do it slowly, and that’s nice… but sometimes I want it aggressive. The rocker is very aggressive… he shoved me down on the bed and yanks my pussy lips open to immediately start sucking my clit in his mouth. He jams his tongue into me, he flicks it HARD against me. I came in less time then he did.

After I came, we got up and I did wipe the rest of the cum off my face before it totally dried. We discussed the fact that these next two weeks would be nothing but fucking. He didn’t want to go out unless we had too. I said it fine by me because I had no interest in him meeting my family and playing the boyfriend.

To be continued….

Masturbation Games

The rocker and I kept in contact and started having regular phone sex. I happen to enjoy it, and in some way it is an awesome prelude to real sex. I’ve always loved watching a guy jerk off, and I’ve always loved listening to it too.

It wasn’t just phone sex where he’d call and we’d get it over with. It was twisted and kinky… two of my favorite things. He’d email me in the morning (sometimes we’d both work from home) and we get into a chat program. He’d have instructions for my day to prepare for our sex talk later.

Usually, he’d ask me to not wear panties or pants all day, just a tee shirt for instance. Then he’d want me to periodically throughout the day to rub my clit or finger myself to keep my pussy as wet as possible. It had to get drenched. Sometimes we’d both remain in the chat all day and periodically I’d get IMs from him to tell me to do it and then describe it back to him. The main issue was that I could not cum. I had to save that for his phone call.

Sometimes he’d ask me to insert a vibrator in me or to fuck myself with it, or a dildo. He even started buying me a collection of sex toys to use with his instruction. My descriptions to him kept him in a perpetual hard on the whole day, and he liked that. Sometimes he’d stroke himself too, but he couldn’t cum either. These games would last anywhere from 3 -8 hours in a one day.

Sometimes he’d ask me to remain naked the whole day too. Sometimes he’d call and ask me to put the phone down to pussy and finger it so he could hear how wet it had gotten. I played the game well, not because I am “obedient” or submissive in any way… I am just a freak and love sex games such as this. It was mutual and he’d often want my structions too, my input was of high importance.

We’d prearrange his phone call so it was a set time we could both agree on and shortly before that, he’d tell me to play with myself so when he called… my horniness would be detectable in my voice. His would also, his anticipation was very obvious in his voice and that’s a complete turn on to me.

Then we’d recount our day long masturbation to each other. I’d tell him everything I did, for how long, how it felt to stop. He’d do the same. Then we’d go to it. He’d jack off while I used my vibrator. He’d ask me to spank my pussy and let him listen. He’d ask me to slap it so hard that it stung but also felt good. We’d be loud and vocal. We’d moan, and breathe hard. It was very hot.

We would try to time our orgasms together, or at least as close as possible. He seemed to have great control of his own release and often did it as he’d demand me to cum. It was fun, it was dirty, and very hot. It made me really wonder even more what fucking him in real time would be like.

After we’d both cum and clean up, we’d talk about regular stuff. We’d almost pretend we weren’t perverts for a short time. I enjoyed talking to him; he was smart, funny, and interesting. But I liked the phone sex masturbation games even more.

The Hot Weekend

The Younger Man and I had some trouble trying to hook up. Between his busy modeling schedule that caused him to travel, and my own we couldn’t make time work in our favor. We kept in contact on the phone and by chat/email. A month or so went by. My on again off again fuck buddy boyfriend was flaring up. It was good bad, on and off again with the usual drama that I was used to. I made the mistake of bring that topic up to the younger man. He got nervous, in essence he was concerned about causing disruption to a relationship or being the 3rd spoke in the triangle. We agreed to be friends and nothing more. The trouble was I didn’t have much in common with him, I pretty much only wanted him for sex.

Eventually as per usual the boyfriend thing pissed me off and I removed myself again from that relationship. I did tell the younger man but he was still distant. We discovered a weekend that we were both finally available and made plans for his visit. But alas, during my boyfriend troubles I felt like I needed to teach him a lesson and fuck the younger man. So at the last minute I asked the younger man to meet me at my beach condo for a friendly weekend only. He accepted with a little reluctance, maybe shyness, but made it clear it was a friend only weekend. O f course it was, I told him. But really I had other plans.

I got to the condo first while he was flying in. I had some time to clean, get things organized, and dress like a slut before I went to pick him up. It was hot, it was the middle of July, I put on the skimpiest shorts and tiny little tank top. I applied lotion my legs to make them shine. I fixed my face, I gave my hair a slightly tousled look. I put on my flip flops and went to get him.

Sometimes I think I should call the younger man “the boy” instead. He had an air of innocence, he seemed slightly sheltered, and he came from the perfect family. His family did not swear, they were what I call the goody goody type. His reaction to my barely clothed body was almost embarrassment. It wasn’t that he didn’t look and stare, it was every other guy at the airport looking and staring that made him feel awkward. I made the excuse that I drove down in this outfit; it was hot, and just comfortable. I made special efforts not to notice any other man looking.

We got back to the condo, he got a beer and sat down with a sigh on the couch. I had one too. He was clearly relaxing so I got him another beer like a good hostess. I sat closer to him on the couch. We chatted. Eventually I wiggled in for a quick and nice kiss. He did it, but then pulled back. He was worried about the boyfriend so I said he was an ex and didn’t matter to me. He asked about our friendship agreement.

I sat my beer down. I gazed at him with a sexy look and turned toward him. With one gentle swing I lifted myself, and climbed on his lap to face him. He put his hands on my waist as if to stop me. I said I didn’t care about some other guy, I was with him and I was so very attracted to him. I said I was really afraid to say it sooner, but the beer brought the truth out of me (lol). I kissed him again, now deeper. It wasn’t but a few seconds before he was kissing me back and his hands loosened on my waist. I kissed his neck, he returned it. We let our eyes meet, it was a sexy make out session. At one point he suggested again that maybe this was not a good idea due to my “ex”.

I was getting pissed off. What is it with this kid? 20 years old and not wanting to get laid? Isn’t he supposed to have one thing on his mind? It was time to make a drastic move.

I repeated my speech about who I was there with, and I started to wiggle my hips grinding my crotch into his. I could feel the hard on was there, and pushed myself harder into like a lap dancing slut. He groaned a little but asked me what I was doing. I told him it was what I wanted to do. The grinding got more intense and he put his head back closing his eyes in enjoyment for a few minutes. Then he abruptly grabbed my waist again with a gasp.

“You better stop it. You are getting something started and you could regret it later.” He said.

I giggled, I kissed him, and wiggled and squirmed on his bulge some more. The intensity reached it peak when he gasped again, this time cumming in his pants. I fucking loved it but he seemed embarrassed. The great thing about a 20 yr old is his libido, for me it was hot. But he got up and went downstairs to clean himself up. I have to say I wasn’t sure why he was so damn shy about all this. He came back fully clothed after about 15 minutes. By this point I had moved to the floor to mess with the radio. He crawled over to sit next to me.

“Hope you’re happy with yourself for making me do that”, he said.

“Absolutely”, I replied!

I guess that was all he wanted to know. He suddenly changed from sweetie boy to horny devil. He said, “now it’s my turn”, and pushed me slowly down on the floor to yank my shorts off. He pushed his face up to my panties and sniffed very deeply trying to get a good whiff.

His fingers felt good as he tried to peel my panties down, I helped to get them off. And then he started gentle kissing my fat pussy lips. His tongue danced lightly along my slit and he spread me open very wide. He gave me one big long wet lick and then tapped his tongue all over my clit.

Surprise surprise – he knew what he was doing after all. His tongue made me tingle; he ate me like he was starved. I think he ate my pussy practically raw. I came, and hard – but he wouldn’t stop licking me and I kept trying to get away. I’d move, and he’d move back deep into me. We moved together clear across the floor. I was practically begging him to stop, my clit was so sensitive and my legs were quivering. My whole body was shaking from that thunderous orgasm. Eventually he stopped, wiped the cream from his face, and smiled. I relaxed my body and just needed to recover… but finally the 20 year old libido was present, he started yanking off his clothes. I asked him to give me a minute to recover, but he said, “I don’t think so”. He slide his cock into me instantly, I didn’t get to see it but it felt rather large and filled me up. He started thrusting in me, and I was almost too exhausted to pump back. In and out, in and out. He grabbed my legs and pushed them up onto his shoulders so he could go deeper. We made eye contact the whole time. He started pumping me faster, wet sticky sounds filled the room. His pace was building, and he told me he wanted to cum in me. As soon as he said it, he did it. He exploded, leg go of my legs, and collapsed on me. He was breathing hard and let his cock slide out of me so I could feel his sticky honey drip out. He just lay there on top of me heaving and sweating with his face buried in my neck. Every now and then he’d chuckle practically like he was pleased. Soon he lifted his head and kissed me sweetly on the lips.

Slowly he raised his body up, and there appeared his cock… still rock hard. By the time I saw it, he was already pushing it back into me without warning. Round 2 had begun. This time he last longer, and I was ready for it again. My pussy was slick from his cum but we fucked good and steady for 30 minutes straight. Just pump, pump, pump, over and over. I’d catch myself forgetting where we were, and just lose myself in it all.

I could feel his shaft with each thrust rubbing against my clit which felt huge and swollen. I had a few very small orgasm sensations and suddenly it came over me like a wave of pleasure. I started to cum. I dug my fingernails in his back, and froze. He kept pumping and when my pussy started to throb on his cock… he stayed still to feel it. Then two more thrusts and he said he was about to cum again. He pulled back and shot his load all over my pussy. I knew my pussy was puffed up and extra fat because I could feel his hot juice just dribbling all in it. He was jacking his dick to get every drop out and smearing his own cum all over it. It looked good and wet, all coated in jizz. Then he turned himself around so it hung (still hard by the way) over my face. He started licking his cum off my pussy. I let him find his way to my mouth and wrapped my lips around his dick to suck him off.

His biggest loads of cum were shot already, so by the time he came in my mouth there wasn’t a whole lot left, but I sucked out as much as I could. My whole face was sticky from residue, and so was his.

This damn kid never lost his erection. He fucked me AGAIN doggie style, and rammed me so hard a few times it hurt. He just kept cumming, and was ready to go within seconds again. I think we fucked about 11 times and it took all night long since each time he lasted longer. We had to stop a few times for water or so I could pe,e and then he’d be right back to fucking me. I think we really only stopped because we got sore, not because we wanted to.

We had to sleep the entire day and when we got up we were back to it again after food and showers. This was literally the only beach trip I took where I never once made it to the actual beach. I saw the view, but never touched the sand.

At the end of the weekend and going back home alone I laughed privately about the whole thing. I thought he was shy, I thought he was innocent, I thought I was going to corrupt him… but he showed me up. Maybe I created a sex monster (oh I hoped so) I figured there was more left in him, and of course a guy with this much sex drive should not be wasted. I’d have to fuck him again very soon.

My Pussy Finger Fucked

I went out with my two adult brothers and one of their wives. We do this often, we’re all close, but of course it limits my behavioral since I do not want my brothers to know about it. We went to see a club band that we all had heard about. The lead singer was hot looking. He had a goatee, he was shirtless and lean, he was a rocker and sometimes I am in the mood to devour one of them.

After their performance the entire band lurked in the club and as it got later much of the crowd had filtered out. With my family present I had to be much more discreet so I made sure I ordered a drink next to the rocker, and casually made sure he looked at me while I ignored him. Later I approached him to compliment the band, flash a flirty look and walk away. I starting making eye contact with him but remained sweetly coy. Eventually the magic worked, he approach me to talk and got me a drink.

With the crowd still filtering out and lots more people approaching the rocker like an army of groupies… we eventually moved over to a corner u shaped booth that was fairly private, dark, and a distant from my family. We chatted, we drank, and we flirted. We had lots of things in common it turned out. Eventually we kissed.

Kissing is an art if it is done properly. I absolutely love to kiss. It also tells you a great deal about a potential sex partner and what they’ll be like in bed. In the Rocker’s case… he was gentle and sweet at first, but then the kisses grew harder, deeper, and very aggressive. Our tongues were fucking and I could feel the dampness seeping into my panties.

We whispered some dirty things to each other. He told me how rock hard his dick was, so I told him how soaked my pussy was. He asked me to go somewhere with him, some place where we could fuck.

I couldn’t blow my secret in front of my family. I didn’t drive and I was some distance away from home. If I had been hanging out with girlfriends I could have trusted that they’d understand and maybe even wait out my booty call. But my brothers were much less understanding or appreciative of my libido. I also liked this rocker guy and the aggressive kissing we did. It told me that he’d fuck me hard like that too. I may want that more than once. I may even want to make him beg me for it, and then let him pound me like a man out for revenge. The possibilities were endless.

I told him I couldn’t go anywhere and that my brothers were occasionally looking over to make sure I was ok, they were very protective of me. I told him I really wanted to fuck him senseless, he took my phone number down but was concerned about a small tour of cities that his band was on. We went back to sucking face. A little more time passed by, the club emptied more until we were left in the corner in a great deal of quiet.

The rocker couldn’t take much more. He put my hand on his dick under the table and I gave it a squeeze. He slide his hand up my thigh and under my skirt. His finger lightly rubbed the outside of my panty crotch and he pulled back from the kiss to tell me how he could feel the wetness leaking out of me. He almost seemed shocked.

I told him to finger fuck me. He laughed nervously, looked around and specifically over at my party animal family who were busy socializing. I put my left leg up on he booth behind him and pulled my right knee up close so I was positioned better. I told him again to finger fuck me, that I needed to cum and NOW.

He gave me a soft kiss on the lips, and I felt it. His warm long thick finger pulling, and pushing the crotch of my panties to the side. He slid it carefully up and down my slit. Our faces were inches apart like we whispering to each other and we were sometimes. He dragged the tip of his finger down my clit and fondled the opening flaps of my cunt for a minute before he jammed it in me. He moved his finger in and out slowly, and I told him he’d better get it thrusting harder.

He whispered to me. He told me it was wet, and he had to go slow at first because I was so tight. He told me he was going to lick that finger clean after I came on it. He started punching that finger in so deep I could feel his fist pounding against my clit and it didn’t take me long to cum on his hand. He let his finger remain in me and after an orgasm I get very squirmy sensitive for a little while.

My sister in law came walking over to the table and stood behind the booth. Fortunately she couldn’t see anything – it just looked like we were cuddled together. She said my brother was ready to get going and we discussed leaving while the rocker continued wiggling his finger in my pussy. When my sister in law walked away I made sure he sucked that finger for me.

I asked him if he was going to find another girl to fuck or if he wanted me to call him to listen to him jack off as soon as I was alone. He chose the latter and we said our good-byes until I got home to call him.

The Fuck Buddy Boyfriend

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There was a guy I was involved with for many years and I guess you could call him a boyfriend. We had great sex together, but pretty much nothing else. All of the relationship “parts” sucked and we constantly fought. But fucking we could do at the drop of a hat. Typically I consider him my fuck buddy.

The sex was awesome, sometimes it was the classic “make up” sex and sometimes it was angry sex. I think we both had our own little addiction to each other and it’s because our sex was so great. It was never a painful relationship although there was some hurt involved. We just simply had nothing solid between us and I don’t know that it even matters at the end of the day.

I got together with him when I was 19, and he was ten years older then me. Neither of us really seemed to want the simple life of commitment or marriage. It was a little turbulent at times but always hot.

We spent nearly ten years fucking, making attempts at a normal relationship, cheating on one another etc. It was always about the smut. He liked hearing stories of me with other men sometimes. Occasionally it drove him into jealousy but that also turned him on. I have never known another man driven by his dick as much as him. With a hard on he would do anything I said and since I spent such a long time involved with him – I am sure it shaped many of my sexual tastes.

Now we are no longer having sex, we chat occasionally but more like friends therefore the essence of the relationship lost the only substance it had. Many of my stories include him, his reactions, or even some of my great sex adventures with him. You’ll often catch me referring to him as The Boyfriend, even though he was…. he also wasn’t. He will actually love reading this journal once I have added a few more stories, particularly some of our experiences together.

The Younger Man

I met a very adorable guy at a local movie premiere event. He caught my eye because he was so good looking that he could have been a male model. There was an “air” of shyness about him and through the after party event I kept close enough by him to pick up small tidbits of his conversations and even engage in a few as well.

Our eyes kept meeting, possibly because he knew I kept looking at him. I found out he was only 20 years and an aspiring actor, also with some model experience. It was very easy to see him doing modeling. He had deep blue eyes, finely chiseled features, and he was tall…. probably over 6 feet. I decided I wanted to make it easy for him. I approached him with “my goodness do you know I’ve been staring at you because you remind me a little of James Dean”! The perfect compliment and it seemed to embarrass him or make him slightly awkward. Of course it opened up conversation with him.

It turned out he WAS very shy, sweet and dare I say innocent? There was a very gentle flirtation and he didn’t seem any close friends with him. I immediately imagined corrupting him, his age verses mine hopefully meant I was able to do it.

I was so fucking flirtatious but damnit… he didn’t make a move. I enjoy the game of flirtation.. the play, the hair flipping, tilting my head. Hooking up is a little like a chess game, you watch your opponents moves, you try to guess their next. I used all the moves that haven’t failed me in the past.

Eventually he said he was going to leave, and he offered me a ride. I took him up on it and still he was a gentleman. He asked me for my phone number, which he got and we proceeded to have a few flirty phone calls of only talk before he finally asked me out on a date. There were 3 very pleasant dates and the only move he made on me was a kiss goodnight without tongue. He innocently held my hand, opened car doors, and behaved with complete manners. I was starting to worry.

Was he gay? Was he not attracted to me? Since I was nearly a decade older then he, was it my age? My logical side told me it was the shyness, that even maybe he was very experienced in “dating”. I wasn’t sure that possible; did I find the last American virgin or something?

On the forth date he rented a car and driver so I could show him the city. I think I forgot to mention he was visiting for his work. He seemed a little more relaxed on this day. He’d be leaving soon to go back to his home which was about 5 hours away from where I live. I showed him sights and we talked and laughed. Finally later we were taken back to where our vehicles were to close out the date. He kissed me a little more intensely this time, finally opening his mouth. It was a long deep and very passionate kiss, the kind that sends little waves of pleasure straight down to your crotch. When the kiss ended he hugged me tight and whispered in my ear “I want to lick every inch of you”.

Hmm it felt good against my ear, one of my many erogenous zones. I liked the idea of seeing his innocent blue eyes peeking up at me from between my legs while he did some of that licking. But dear readers…. I told him it was late and that I really didn’t have time. I was soooo sweet when I said it all breathy and anxious. But I knew the key with Mr. Shy guy was to make him wait. I told him I wanted to take him up on the offer, but it was going to have to be another time. Of course he reminded me he was leaving the next day. Awww. As bad as I wanted him, I wanted him to want me more. I suggested we consider the following weekend, meeting up half way and keeping in contact by phone. He agreed.

He had a hardon, I felt it during the hug. He got the guts up to say something, to make a little move. But the greatest aphrodisiac is denial and I know it. I couldn’t corrupt him if I wasn’t in power and in control. There is much more to this story and it shall continue.

There is something about this innocence, the beginning of a potential sex partner that is hot beyond belief. The waiting always makes it better. When I got home that night I masturbated thinking about the whole day/evening.