Sir and I were three hours into a seven hour drive. We'd listened to music and audio books and exercised any conversation we hadn't in the previous days. I started to get restless. I teased sir when we first got in the car- lifting my skirt up my legs and grabbing my thighs- but I hadn't taken it any further.
While waiting for upcoming Valentine's Day, I thought it would be fun to share a story about my last one. Hope you enjoy reading it and definitely email me your stories at [email protected]!
Ok, this is gonna be long but I think it’s worth it for women who want to orgasm consciously and voluntarily. It looks pretty complicated and technical because there’s a lot involved (for me at least) but once you get it down pat for yourself, it’s all pretty simple and you can consistently cum because you know exactly what to do. Hope it works for you the way it did for me! Your thoughts and experiences are welcome in the comments.
From my room I hear him open the front door. Intently I listen to hear a second pair of shoes on the kitchen floor. My ears register only one and my mind returns to the article I am reading.
One, two caps being popped from the bottles in the fridge. I had let out my breath already thinking that it was just him, but it's not. He's with her. The door to his room creaks and I know what is happening.
For awhile I wonder & I think & I fantasize. Just when will it happen? How will I feel? Can I handle it?
While on vacation (which, coincidentally, took place in one of the most conservative parts of the US) we tried one new position every day. She would blindly point her finger at the page with 3 random sex positions and we would go ahead try them out.
We didn't have to stay in those positions till the end, nor did we have to start our foreplay with them. We just had to try them out at any time during our sexy routine.
Below is the recount (written from the female perspective). Enjoy!
I was visiting my old college to drop off my little brother. I still have a few friends that go to the school so it was a social visit as much as sibling duty. I had plans that night to see a particularly good friend of mine that I used to hook up with, I had no expectations, he was spoken for.
It was our sixth meeting (or date I guess) and we had been getting on very well. I felt comfortable being in his home and on this night we need to dry off. We had been drinking in town at a nice wine bar sat outside in the sunshine but the wind had picked up and it soon became overcast, leading to rain. As we walked briskly together back to his place, we had no umbrella and I was wearing high heels, so we weren't making much ground. He made me laugh about it and I felt better about looking damp, I was wearing a sky blue, pleated short dress that showed how wet I now was.
My boyfriend and I were sitting on the couch, waiting for family movie night to be over, for my guests to leave, and for my mom to go to her room. Finally, after hours that seemed like days, we were alone on my couch. We could hear soft noises coming from the television in my mother's room, and we had the TV on in my living room as well, to help cover our sounds. I looked at him and he looked at me and we both smiled. I moved closer to him and began kissing him, softly at first, and then more urgently.
Toward the end of my Sophomore year in college, I dated this guy for a bit. We were really into each other and it felt like things were getting serious quickly. Over the summer he invited me to go on vacation with his family. I am going to be a bit vague on where we went because he is a redditor and this is my throwaway. His father was being sent from work to a European country and they let him take the family with him. They invited me to join them, all expenses paid aside from airfare.
Later that day the mom and I took a spinning class together. I ride my bike sometimes, although not very often, but I still figured I would be in good enough shape to keep up. I kept up, but by the next morning my muscles were killing me, especially my thighs and not to mention my buttocks from the hard chair.
