Ask me something sexy
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Yes. It has already happened. I don't know what I can do about it. My history is what it is, and I am who I am because of it. I hope there are enough people who won't care about my experience that I'll be ok in the long run.
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I miss bareback sex. I miss having a lover's cock thicken inside me, the tension in the shaft as it stretches my vagina out, the sliding contact of flesh moving against softer and more malleable flesh, the friction and the heat of a penis, that kinetic jolt against my walls when he ejaculates, the semen spurting inside, filling me up, filling my womb, the warm and viscous flow of liquid as some of it spills out again, how the semen dries on my pubis and thighs, the trust I have to be able to do this without fear of pregnancy or disease, fucking a man I love with nothing between us.
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Yeah. It was a game that a friend and I used to play in a big lecture class my freshman year. We would sit in the front row wearing short skirts — first with tiny panties and then with none at all — and flash the cute young prof. It was a way to stay awake during an otherwise boring lecture. I deservedly aced the exams and earned my "A" grade honestly.
I suppose flashing was an early realization of the female sexual power. On a subway in New York City one summer, a boy about my age was sitting across from me. I had a newspaper on my lap. He was quite obviously trying to peek up my sundress. The stop before mine, I pulled the newspaper up and "accidentally" flipped up the dress in the process. My legs were open; he got a glance at my underwear. They weren't at all revealing. His eyes nevertheless bugged out. I fidgeted and straightened. When the train reached my stop, I stepped over my bag, turned, and bent at the waist when I picked it up. The hem rode up. He had a second eyeful from behind. I saw his shorts tented as I walked away. I wonder if that boy jerked off to the image of me later. -
My friend Selene asked me for a favor once. Her boyfriend was cute, and I liked the two of them, so I agreed.
We had six packs of beer in their dorm room. Soft music played in the background. Nestled together on the top bunk, Selene and I had our hands spanning one of Mark's thighs. Rubbing between his legs, we teased the obvious hard-on in his pants. I whispered in his ear and lipped his earlobe. My breath was deliberately moist against his skin. I showed him cleavage. Selene and I leaned across his body and necked. Despite the limited touching rule that had been negotiated beforehand, when I kissed Mark, his hand fondled my tits. I sloped my chest into the cup of his palm and gave him tongue. I loved that I kissed him so intimately while his girlfriend watched us up close.
We undressed him slowly, kissing his body as we did. For his birthday, Mark would be the recipient of a double blowjob. My clothes wouldn't come off. I wouldn't fuck him. Those were the rules.
It was my freshman year in college. I was 18. I had been promiscuous and experimental in the sex I had living away from home for the first time, but this was before I went to sex clubs and explored kink and submission in a serious way. I hadn't been with two others at the same time before. Pretending that I knew what I was doing, I bluffed my way through the experience.
Mark had enormous balls. Selene and I each mouthed one. I licked a heavy testicle, batted it about with my tongue, and felt it somersault inside the sac. Saliva trailed over the hairy scrotum. I tugged the testicle with my lips. We pulled in him in opposite directions. I enjoyed seeing Selene working next to me. Her red lips sucked him hard. Mark glanced down at the two of us. He groaned in agony and delight. This was completely new for me. I had fun with it.
Raising the cock upright, I offered it to Selene. Collapsing her cheeks, she took him halfway. Her lips clamped on the stem, and she rotated her face. As her head bobbed over him in fluid and practiced motions, I continued tonguing the balls. Then we switched off, me sucking her boyfriend while she licked him below. We played with his cock together, our tongues dashing along the length on either side. A large globule of spit mixed up with precome dripped down the underside. Both of us went for it and ended up kissing around his erection. Selene and I mirrored each other's movements on either side of the shaft and giggled inarticulately around the penis that we shared. He had a hand on top of each of our heads.
I had the cock to myself for a while, as Selene decided to strip and sit on Mark's face. The gyration of her pelvis and hips began in her shoulder. Mark breathed through her pussy. I breathed through my nose as I tried to see how long I could keep the mushroom shaped knob contained in my throat. When Selene turned herself around to sixty-nine, I lifted the balls and lapped at the sensitive patches of skin underneath. The perineum led to his ass.
We alternated in the end. I was sucking Mark's balls when he erupted over Selene's tongue. She spit the come back onto his cock and allowed me to lap it up. We snowballed the semen. I remember taking a chance and pressing my hand against her wet pussy while we kissed.
I didn't taste Selene's cunt that night (that happened later) or fuck Mark (that never happened). As agreed, my clothes didn't come off. I kissed Mark once at the end. I fingered his shaft. Selene gave me a long hug. I pocketed a beer into my jacket and showed myself out. I went home and masturbated. Their night continued without me. -
Seriously in love? Twice.
Number one was a summer fling while I was in college. He was an electrician who picked me up in a bar. Once, I sucked his cock outside in the parking lot in the pouring rain. The two of us fucked in the front seat of a U-Haul; I steered, he controlled the pedals, and I felt every imperfection in the road as a pulse in my cunt. Another time, he wrested a sequence of powerful orgasms from me with tongue and fingers while I spoke on the cell phone with Mom. When I went as his date to his twenty year high school reunion, he fastened a studded dog collar around my thigh like a garter, wrapped the leather leash around my waist, and tucked the lead into my panties for his later use. He called me "his college girl slut" and I was. Six years on, we are only Facebook friends.
Number two was the most recent ex-boyfriend. -
Probably. I will also reconnect with friends from before. And I may give OKCupid and Fetlife a whirl. I am vaguely on the market for a new kinky boyfriend.
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In the dorm at college, my lover's roommate was asleep, and we had sex spooning under the covers. It was a struggle to be quiet about it. I have had sex in a crowded public swimming pool as well.
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A lover asked me to. In fact, he shaved me bald. I liked the feel of a smooth pubis, so I kept it that way. A few years ago, I started waxing because the bare look kept longer without maintenance.
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Use lube. Try to relax the muscles. Have some fingerplay before cock. Go slowly with the penetration. It will probably hurt to start. But it should feel good in the end. I relate my first anal experience here: http://leahlayslondon.wordpress.com/2010/08/03/questions-and-answers/#comment-142
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I will see him socially of course. We have common friends. We may hang out again — though only as friends. For now, I want to keep sex and kink off the table. We may return to fuck buddy status someday. Now is not the moment.
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It has been known to happen.
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A professor at a top R1 university in a big city in the US. Boston is the impossible dream.
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Enemas aren't one of my kinks.
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No. I have been tempted by the prospect of serving as a glory hole, but I would want a more controlled setting where I could be certain of my safety.
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I suppose I was most embarrassed during my first walk of shame in college. Clearly, the way I was dressed in the middle of the day made it evident to anyone who saw me that I had spent the night with someone. It wasn't only strangers who knew. I recognized enough people on the way home. This added to the self-consciousness I felt.
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It is not something that I practice per se. The ejaculation incidents happen most often when there has been a period of orgasm denial first. I consciously hold my climax back, usually because a dominant partner tells me to in the context of kinky play. I refrain from coming by diverting my attention to the other aspects of sex, by memorizing the details of the room that I am in, by counting to very high numbers. It feels as though there is a tremendous pressure on the interior walls, especially at the front part of vagina. When I let go, the orgasm gushes out of me.
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I hadn't given it much thought. Creative types tend to make good lovers. Whether this creativity is channeled in other contexts into music or science or carpentry doesn't really matter.
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