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Showering and a bit of phone sex

June 1, 2010 By Leave a Comment

Today I was a bit paranoid. I got this idea that someone was following me. I think I was influenced by some articles I read about stalking. But I really can’t think of someone who would be stalking me…well… except those whom I had sex with. I don’t have any decent reasons for being paranoid; it’s just a hunch, a feeling that someone is following me. Because I was feeling anxious, I thought it would be a good idea to release the tension by masturbating.

When I got home I went straight for the shower. I stripped of my clothes, leaving them on the floor. I was thinking about bringing a dildo with me, but I couldn’t find one. I’m a messy person and when I masturbate I tend to leave my toys at the crime scene… so I didn’t bother searching the entire apartment. The shower and my fingers would have to do for now.

I like teasing myself. I start by pouring water on my nipples… first worm water to make them soft… then cold water to harden them… and I repeat it until I’m wheat down there… without any showering. When my nipples start to hurt, I take the shower down there to clean myself. I change the temperature of the water again… just as a tease… and I increase and decrease the intensity. First I push it to the maximum, because I like a strong start, and as I feel I’m about to come, I lower the pressure to make it last longer. Then I take my body gel and start rubbing my whole body. It feels good. After that I wash it all of, except down there, and I introduce 2 fingers in my pussy, rubbing my clit with my thumb. I do that until I come.

After I took the shower I felt relaxed. I had the urge for a pizza, so I ordered one. Ten minutes later, I got a call to confirm the address. The man at the end of the line asked me if I’m a Miss or a Madame, so I though about playing with him… just a bit.

‘I’m whatever you want me to be’ I said.

He didn’t know what to answer, so I told him he had a sexy voice. He hung up. Five minutes later, he called me again.

‘I’m on my break now, if you want to talk to me.’

‘Hm… that depends. Do you have a big cock?’

‘I have a big and strong one, just for you.’

‘Well, I might put it in my mouth then. Would you like me to?’

‘Oh, I can’t believe this is happening…’

‘Then don’t. Put your hand on your cock. Rub it for me and tell me how it feels.’

‘Hm, I want to fuck you so bad.’

‘Well, I’m not wearing anything, so I’m ready for a fuck. My nipples are hard and my pussy is all wheat. Fuck me hard!’

I heard the sound of a satisfied men and I hung. I wasn’t sure if he came or not, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to tease someone. I hope he’s not going to be the one delivering the pizza… I might feel temped to actually fuck him…

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Getting laid through a dating site

May 17, 2010 By Leave a Comment

Today I met with one of the members of a dating site I joined some time ago. It’s nice to find mature people that are interested only in one night stands… no strings attached. Of course, I’m picky about who I meet, and there was something special about this one. He’s been sending me messages for about 5 weeks now, and I could say I was impressed by his perseverance. He was not really my type… short, dark complexion and in his 50, but the way he wrote the messages was really hot.

We met at a small pub near my place. He suggested it so I guess he lives near by… and that he’s not a stalker. He couldn’t be. The site never gave away my identity before, so it was just a weird coincidence. He described himself perfectly, so it was easy for me to find him in there. He was a bit surprised when he saw me: ‘You look younger than 25… and too good to be true’. ‘I’m not showing you my ID, if that is what you’re aiming for’ I told him. He smiled. We started talking about each other, but not like in a typical date. We didn’t describe our likes and dislikes, but our sexual fantasies… and it all started with a sex joke. Of course, he told me that he was married, but he wasn’t wearing any ring… so he could have said that to make it clear that he wasn’t looking for a relationship. It was OK with me.

He said that he fantasizes about teenagers, and that I almost look like one. That was weird, but it managed to turn me on. He talked about how he would be the teacher and punish the girl for not paying attention in class. ‘I need to use the bathroom. Be right back’. I went to the toilet, to freshen up. Actually, I went in there to make him a surprise. I pulled my hair in two ponytails, and when I came back, he smiled and asked if I wanted to continue back at his place. So we went there.

Fortunately for me, his place was in the opposite side of the city, so I guess he chose the meeting location because of that. We went up into his apartment, and he gave me a drink. ‘Young lady, should you be drinking that?’ I think he started to play out his fantasy. ‘Sorry Sir, please don’t tell my parents.’

‘You’ve been a very bad girl! Turn around!’

I turned around and he lifted my skirt up. ‘You naughty little girl! Does you mommy know you are wearing thong?’ Then, he went to sit on the sofa, and told me to come there, pointing at his lap. I came near him and he put me on his lap with my ass pointing up. He grabbed the back of the thong and stretched it at its limit. Then he let it slap me, and repeated it for several times. If felt good. The front of my thong was all wet and he saw that. He pulled my head back from one of the ponytails and he put his finger in my pussy. ‘You like that, don’t you?’

‘Yes, Sir.’

‘Now be a good girl and make me happy’

He lifted me up and opened his fly. His cock was quite small, but it was rock hard and thick. It wasn’t hard for me to put it all in my mouth. I sucked it until he came, which didn’t take him long. But his cock was still hard, so I laid on the sofa, waiting for him to fuck me from behind. He slapped my ass really hard and then put his cock inside. As wet as I was, it still hurt a bit when he did it. I guess I was too tight for it, but it felt amazing. I come before him, but he managed to make me come again before his number was over.

That was quite a good experience. I should accept Internet dates more often. It seams that today was another good day for science…

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Wet threesome on a rainy day

April 13, 2010 By Leave a Comment

Today I finished work as usual and I got ready to go home. It was cloudy and I didn’t bring my umbrella, so I though about taking a cab. By the time I exited the building, it was already raining, so I rushed into the first taxi that was parked near the side walk. I told the taxi driver my address, but he shook his head in disapproval. ‘Sorry Miss, it’s pouring outside and I can’t see a thing!’. Indeed, it was raining much more thick, so I asked him if I could stay in there for a few minutes, until the rain slowed down. ‘Of course you can. I’ll take you to your destination as soon as it’s clear for me to go.’ So I took a comfortable position, thinking that it’s going to take a while… and for certain I wasn’t expecting any visits…

After a couple of boring minutes, the back door from my left opened and someone jumped into the cab. ‘I’m sorry, I thought it was free’ said the voice of a woman. She took of the coat that was covering her head and I could see her long wet hair covering the sides of her face. ‘It’s OK, the cab isn’t going anywhere for now’. We introduced each other, as she took her coat of. She was wearing white canvas pants that she couldn’t manage to save from the rain. I could fully see her legs through them, and it was a nice view to enjoy. We started talking about mundane things when the left door opened again.

A man jumped into the cab, wet as my previous visitor. Again, he apologized for thinking that the cab was free, and he introduced himself to us. I could see that he also noticed the nice legs that the other woman was not making an effort to cover. After talking for a bit, I could sense the sexual tension between the two. The intensity of the rain began to slow down, so the cab driver asked us where he can take us first. ‘Do you want to come by my place for a coup of hot coffee?’ I asked the two. The woman hesitated for a bit, but she was persuaded by the man. So the taxi took us to my apartment. I guess I had something in mind…

When we got inside, I suggested the woman, let’s call her Jess, that she should change her pants, and I went with her to the bedroom, leaving the man to dry himself in the bathroom. I gave her a clean robe and she had nothing against taking her clothes of in front of me. He skin was wet and cold and her nipples were hard and wrinkled. She got the robe on and we went into the living room, where our man was waiting impatient. ‘I’ll go make some coffee’ and I left the two sitting on the sofa.

I went into the kitchen to make coffee, thinking I could charm at least one of them to stay with me until late in the night, and Jess was the one I had in mind. I couldn’t stop thinking about her wet white skin so I barely managed to make a decent coffee. When I got back to the two, I went for a surprise. It seems that Jess was no longer wearing my robe… she was wearing the man, or better yet, the man was wearing her. The robe was laying on the floor while she was sitting in his lap having his cock inside her. She turned her head towards me, putting an innocent face ‘Sorry for this. You can watch us, or you can join in.’ I guess I wanted both things. I put down the coffee and sat on a chair, looking at them. The man had his pants dropped to his ankles and his hands were busy warning her nipples. The way in which Jess moved really turned me on… to the point that I couldn’t watch anymore. So I joined in. I walked to them, stripping of my clothes, and I sat next to them. The man came, so Jess stopped riding him and she got in my laps, kissing my ears and neck. The man got up in front of us, pulling me until I felt under Jess… and then he went down on me. That felt incredible. Then I started pleasuring Jess with my mouth, until she came. The guy got on his knees, putting his cock inside me and fucking me hard. Jess stretched on her back until she was able to kiss him. That image and his hard cock made me come. When it was over, I suggested them to sleep at my place for the night, but Jess had a family to go to, so I was left with the man. I can’t complain. Today was a good day for science…

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Lesbian Sex at the Office

April 7, 2010 By Leave a Comment

This morning I woke up in no mood for going to work. But I couldn’t just call in sick, not in this period of the year. I washed myself, put some decent clothes on, and went to work. I was emotionally prepared for another boring day at the office… but something nice happened there today.

I got to my office – small corner, little privacy – and I got on with the work. I was constantly watching the clock, counting the hours until my lunch break. ‘Hi! I’m Susan’, I heard a gentle voice coming from behind me. I turned around and I saw a 30-ish blond woman looking at me. ‘Hello’ I said. She said she was new here and that she was giving the company a tour. I introduced myself and started a small conversation about her background. She was smiling all the time, so I though it would be nice to do the same thing.

‘You have a little…’ and I felt her fingers going through my hair, near my neck. ‘There, I got it. No worries’. I thanked her for removing something from my hair… I wasn’t sure what. ‘It was nice talking to you. Maybe you’d like to join me for lunch. I’ll be in the last office on the left’. That was a small, dark office, where all the new employees were first put. ‘OK. I’ll see you at noon’. She went away, but I could still taste her perfume minutes after that. Susan was slightly tall, long-legged with barely noticeable breasts. She was clearly not my type, but somehow, looking at the clock gained another meaning: waiting for some time alone with her. Of course, I knew that something sexual is out of the question, at least not at work.

I continued working until noon. Time was passing really hard, so I checked my e-mail to make it go faster. I got another kinky message from one of the members of a dating site I recently joined. I really enjoyed this one. ‘Dear Gemma, I’m 40, dark in complexion, tall and skinny. I want to fuck you! My cock is getting hard just by writing this e-mail. Let’s meet. I will fuck you senseless, I promise you!’ Entertaining… what can I say? He didn’t waste time with romantic nonsense. I might consider meeting with him once, or twice – if he is worth it…

At last, it was noon. I grabbed my lunch and headed straight for Susan’s office. I knocked on the door, and someone else opened it for me. It was another woman… one of my older colleagues. It seems I wasn’t the only one invited there. Disappointing. ‘OK. I guess it’s lunch time now. I will leave you in your break, and we’ll talk about the project later. Ta-ta!’ The other woman left the room, and Susan walked her to the door. “Did I interrupt a meeting?’ I asked. Susan assured me that I didn’t, and she said that she was glad I came there. ‘Do you want to eat first?’ ‘First?’ I asked. ‘Yes, first…’, and she closed the door with the key. Then, she came close to be and gave me an innocent kiss on the neck. ‘I really like your neck’ she said. I knew where this was going… and I wanted it. I kissed her on the lips, and she answered back. Her hands went under my shirt, caressing my back as her lips lowered on my neck. Her lips were soft and generous. Then, her hands slowly made their way on my chest. ‘I don’t want to rumple this for you. Take it of’. So I did. ‘It’s not fair. You should take of your pants’ I said. She agreed. I helped her unbutton them and I put my hand inside her panties as she lowered them down. She pushed me on her desk, and got on top of me. My hand was still in that right place. She took of her blouse and I could feel her nipples touching my breasts. I made her come. She shook for a bit, while kissing me, then she got down in front of me, pulled my skirt up, and made me come as I was laying on that desk.

‘Now we can eat our lunch’. We got dressed and ate our lunch. Today was a good day for science…

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Sex toys and a helpful neighbor

March 29, 2010 By Leave a Comment

Today I went to see my friend… well, we’re not quite friends but he’s the closest I got to one. He works in a Sex Shop near to my place, and he’s originally from Slovenia, so we get along very well. I know what you are thinking, but I haven’t fucked him… he’s not into women. I enjoy having small talks with him, and the fact that he always lets me try the new toys before buying them. So I picked up a few and went home. I was exhausted from work, just like in the Beatles’ song, except I don’t have anyone to come home to (not that I’m complaining).

As I got inside the building, I rushed to catch the elevator… there were a few people in there, but I couldn’t wait to try the toys. I didn’t even notice that the handsome neighbor was in there with his family. He was staring at me. I felt awkward, but I liked it. Don’t know why. When the elevator reached their floor, his wife had to call his name to make him get of… it was like he was in a trance. Perhaps he had a flash back with our past encounter.

I got into my apartment, closed the door, stripped of my clothes and rushed towards the bedroom.  I got the bag with the harmonies and I closed my eyes and I draw a first object out of the bag. It was an inflatable dildo. I was wet, but not wet enough, so I tied a scarf around my eyes (I love that) and I started touching myself. My nipples were getting hard, until they started to hurt, and I lowered my hand between my thighs. It was worm there. I pulled them tight together, and I started to move my fingers in a circular way. It felt really god. I imagined my mysterious neighbor touching me there and I almost came… but I stopped. Sometimes I like to tease myself. I put the dildo inside and started to inflate it. I never had one like this before. I could feel it moving inside me, like a penis that is getting harder and harder. Then I began moving it… and I came with just a few gentle moves. It was intense. I didn’t plan to finish this quick… I still had other toys in the bag. So I thought of smoking a cigarette and trying another one. I cleaned myself with a towel, grabbed my sleeping robe, and went on the balcony. It was cold, and my nipples started to hurt. I guess I was still aroused. As I lighted my cigarette, I heard the door bell ring. It was around 8 and I wasn’t expecting any visitors. I opened the door and I saw my handsome tall neighbor: he was helping his wife with a petition concerning… something. I think he was surprised seeing me and he looked down… or perhaps he saw my hard nipples through the robe. I invited him in with the excuse that it was cold in the hall, but I was thinking of only one thing: fucking him. I closed the door and I noticed that he saw the clothes that were lying on the floor. I smiled and I said ‘These are supposed to go here’, and I opened the robe. He got a hard one, so I approached him without doing anything… just waiting to see what happens. I was really horny. He then threw away the papers and pushed me into the wall, biting my nipples. It hurt, but I liked it. He unzipped his pants without undressing and started fucking me right there. He was the silent type. Not a sound came from his mouth. He came long after I did. Then he zipped his pants and got out the door, forgetting about his papers. I felt satisfied. I got to fuck him!

I went on the balcony for another cigarette, but again, I was interrupted. It was him, coming for the papers. I gave them to him and told him ‘Good night!’. He didn’t say a word, just rushed out of the apartment. Poor thing! I scared him away…

I went back to my bedroom to continue with my toys. It was a great day. I only hope that tomorrow I’ll be able to be fresh at work…

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Diary of a bisexual Polish Woman

March 15, 2010 By Leave a Comment

My name is Gemma and I’m 25 years old Polish woman… going on 20. I work in an office in a small local company, and every day I’m taking the bus because I don’t own a car yet. I’m not much of a social person this is why the persons I meet don’t stick around much to become my friends. That makes me a bit sad, mostly because I don’t have close friends to ask me how my day was. At first, it may seem that my life is ruled by routine, but I would not exactly describe it like that. I am a sex addict and I don’t discriminate either of the sexes. This brings me to the reason why I’m writing here. I want to keep an online diary of my memorable encounters. Since I have no close friends to confess to, I will post here all my sexual exploits that made my days special. I hope reading them will give you a kick. :)

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Erotic Story I will be wearing a white hat part 3

September 10, 2009 By Leave a Comment

Erotic Stories – I will be wearing a white hat part 3

Once there she gave the wide eyed Phil a treat. She stripped off her loose dress, allowing it to fall to the floor. There she stood in nothing but a pair of high waisted white panties. Jackie had never felt so self confident. She approached Phil again and whispered in his ear as he grabbed her. “Have you got any cream for me milkman? I’d like full cream.” She could hardly believe the words coming out of her mouth, she sounded like a bad porno script.
Phil said nothing, he just stood up masterfully, towering above her and started to take off his clothes. Jackie watched with wonder as he exposed his broad, hairy chest and slightly paunchy stomach. Jackie hated the stomach muscles that looked like a washboard; she couldn’t stand anyone taking longer in front of the mirror than she did in the morning. Phil was just right, nicely spread out and strong the way she liked her men.
He took down his trousers and revealed that he had nothing on underneath. His cock stood out proudly like a flagpole, defiant against the breeze. Jackie grabbed it instantly and squeezed its thickness. She wanked it slowly back and forth until Phil picked her up in his strong arms, and with one hand wrenched her panties over her ass and slammed her against the cubicle wall. She squealed as he pushed his hard cock into her. He didn’t have much trouble because she was so wet. Phil pumped her pussy slowly at first and then quickened his pace. She closed her eyes and let him take control of the entire situation; she didn’t move a muscle.
She was beginning to think that Phil would soon tire but she was wrong. The more she thought about him putting her down, the stronger he held her and faster he fucked her. She completely lost control and dug her shoes into his tight muscular backside. Phil was spurred on by this and drove his cock even deeper inside her. They both shouted out loud and then stopped, suddenly aware of their volume.
Jackie’s clit was massive and hard and it pressed beautifully against the very bottom of Phil’s hard shaft. After they’d stopped, she started the action again by grinding herself against it like she had a bad itch. She came like this in a collapse of limbs. Phil caught her and supported her entire wait as she twitched her pussy, wringing out the last of her procreative juice.
Phil allowed her a little time to recover before bending her over the toilet quite roughly. He grabbed her hips and pulled her towards his twitching cock. He buried his tool into her pussy again. Jackie felt so completely out of control and she absolutely loved it. She felt like a doll being fucked in all her holes, in every sexual position possible. She reached around, underneath herself and between Phil’s legs. She cradled his balls and stroked at them. She felt his cock twitch inside her when she did this. It felt as though for a brief moment she was taking some kind of control over the situation, although she knew full well that Phil the milkman was certainly the powerful one; and by the feel of his twitching cock he was about to deliver his fresh cream.
Her intuition was correct and very soon Phil was groaning and holding himself back. “Let it go all over my back milkman,” said Jackie as she looked around to watch Phil dump his creamy load all over her. She felt his cock come sliding out and heard it pop and slap against her thighs. She saw the surprise in his eyes as he heard her say those words and before she knew it he clenched his cock and groaned as it tried to pump out. When he released it a huge blob of cum flew out the end, over Jackie’s shoulder and onto her face. She rubbed it off her cheek and watched the rest spill out into the small of her back. She felt the warm cum run down her backside and drip onto her thighs.
They dressed in relative quiet, suddenly aware of their nakedness, and all Jackie could think about was the next time they could meet up and go out. She contemplated inviting Phil around to her place that evening for a repeat performance as they walked out of the toilet together, looking rather flushed, back into the coffee shop. When they walked past the bar Phil stopped to order some coffee and turned to ask Jackie if she wanted some. When she met his gaze, out of the corner of her eye she saw a man of about fifty sitting alone at the back of the shop wearing a white Fedora hat with a black band. Her heart nearly stopped.
“Are you alright love?” Asked Phil, reaching out his hand, putting his milkman’s hat on the table nearby.
“Yes, I think so,” replied Jackie, nervously eyeing his hat. “So Phil, have you enjoyed your blind date?”
“My what?” he replied incredulously.

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It is a small world take of cybersex and more

July 30, 2009 By Leave a Comment

Anna and Mark met through the internet, just like many couples these days. Mark was never looking for a date or even a relationship, he was a serial wanker and couldn’t help going on the social networking sites regularly in search of the next best virtual fuck. He could use them all. He learned to say exactly what he wanted in as few characters as possible in order to get his dirty little ideas across to the willing female on the other end of his telephone line.
Before the reality of the social networking sites he usually went for webcam sex, but sadly this had become too expensive, and it was often full of girls who looked fantastic on their profile pictures, but too often turned out to be a sorry state on camera. Mark embraced the world of social networking and instant messages with both hands.
Well to be honest he learned to embrace it with one hand. The truth of the matter was that, primarily thanks to the webcam sex, he had learned to type quite quickly with one hand whilst the other one wanked him off quite furiously. Social networking allowed him to type something and imagine how it made the recipient feel to read it. This often turned him on more than the replies he received.
The virtue of these sites was that he often had access to pictures of the girl, or at least an avatar image of them. He offered his own images quite freely. He was a young, single man, only in his mid twenties, and he hadn’t a thought for who might see what he was up to; he was completely uninhibited.
He would choose an image, usually one that was a little more revealing than most; not naked or anything like that. He liked the ones that showed a bit of cleavage or perhaps a nice pair of naked legs. This allowed his imagination to do some work. He would type something like this:
Firstly I’d like to just touch your tits. Only what I can see and nothing more, just to feel their softness before I scoop them out and play with them some more.
After writing this he would imagine doing it, and he would often touch his own skin and close his eyes in order to create the illusion. Then he would imagine the woman on the other end, running her hand down between her legs and feeling beneath her panties, finding the wet pussy beneath.
He also used people he knew in his little fantasies. If an image looked a little like someone he knew (particularly someone he fancied) then he’d close his eyes and imagine that it was this person typing dirty messages to him. The horny girl in the flat downstairs was used frequently. She was used so much for this purpose that Mark often blushed when they met on the stairs, fearing that she knew exactly what sexual positions he’d had her in the night before.
And this social network wanking is how he met Anna. It was a night pretty much like any other really. Mark’s noisy, obnoxious roommate had gone out for the evening and Mark was left with the flat to himself and his cock twitching for some action. He ran out to the off licence a couple of doors away and charged back upstairs to ready himself. However as he was approaching his flat, one floor away from his front door, cock wrestling in his trousers, he bumped head-on with the sexy girl downstairs.
“Oh Shit!” He shouted, “I’m so sorry, are you alright?”
“I think so,” she replied, peeling herself off the wall, “you catching a fucking train or what?” She said, crossly.
“No, erm…” he stuttered as a reply.
“Forget it man, just slow the fuck down,” she said calmly as she walked away from him.

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