I wasn’t supposed to fall in love.
So I head over to Scotts at about eight, and I really wanted to fuck him because last time I was there I was on my period. We ate some icecream and then we put the remaining icecream on his neighbours car. Cause he hates his neighbours?
Usually we go to bed around midnight but I desperately just wanted to ask “can we go upstairs and have sex?” Fortunately for me at about 10 he asked if I wanted to go to bed. Yes.
We got into bed and he started telling me about something or other but I pratically jumped on him and started making out, I think my giveaway “I want to fuck you” signal is biting of the lips. Within a few minutes clothes were off and we fucked mainly with him on top, it lasted for about 20 minutes and we were so sweaty and fucked, we were grabbing each other so tightly, and we were so close together, it was fucking amazing, I was thinking about asking him to cum on me, and then he asks me! of course I say yes and he pulls out and cums on my stomach. The chemistry between Scott and I is off the charts, so after we finish fucking we continue to makeout and then we talk about sexual fantasies, he says he’s pretty much open to anything and I tell him that I like to be pushed around, and we briefly discussed strangling. About half an hour after round one we’re still making out and he slides some fingers inside me, so I grab his dick and he’s hard, I roll over so we’re spooning and put his dick inside me. We fuck softly like this for awhile and then he gets on top. Unsure if he’s able to cum again we keep going and then he starts to strangle me, I was so stoked that he had the courage to do it, and then I came for the first time since I was 17! We fuck around for a tiny bit more before deciding we will try again in the morning.
Throughout the night, we kept waking up in intervals and making out, it was so hazy and great.
Morning comes, I don’t think he’s the biggest morning person. We’ve barely had any sleep and it’s 6am. I’m pretty keen for round three though, so I’m clenching the skin on his back and kissing him to wake him up, he remains pretty complacent, so I roll over and feel him hard, against my back. So I slide him in and he rolls with it, eventually getting really into it. He pulls me on top of him so we’re both on our backs and i sit up. Every now and then I look back at his face and I just love seeing him in pure ecstasy. There’s seriously no better way to wake up.
So whenever I go out on the weekends I always stay at my besties house because I live in a boring town where nothing ever happens.
This one time we got home pretty fucking wasted and scott came and joined us. We were all hanging out on the loungeroom floor, talking about devils threesomes and what not, when my bestie gets up to go for a drive with someone. It was like 3 am, I was really fucking drunk. I didn’t question it.
I don’t live in this house and I usually sleep in her bed with her, but cause Scott was over we were going to sleep on the sofa bed. But figured whilst bestie was out of the house we could lay in her bed, so we did. We thought it could be a funny idea to leave Scotts underwear in her bed so she’d think we’d had sex in there, so he took them off and put them under her pillow and put his pants back on. I was wearing her pajama pants(backstory?)
Then you know, one thing leads to another and we’re groping at each other and I say “I’m not going to fuck you in her bed, I have morals” but then things get pretty heavy and half puffing he says to me “do you really have morals?” and I quickly assess the situation and think fuck it. Within seconds of this decision his dick is inside me.
We knew she could get home at any minute, so he left his jeans on just pulled down slightly and I did the same thing, but I was on top so it was weird and awkward and he kept coming out, and I had to try not to moan cause her housemates were in the next room, but it was really sneaky and it turned me on a whole lot so every now and then I’d let the occasional “fffffuuucccccckk” go. It was really, really good sex. ( I have this thing for drunk sex)
And then the part I’d been dreading. He came inside me, which was cool cause I was on top and guys coming turn me on, and when it’s inside me and when I can feel it drip out of me. But not when I’m in my best friends bed scared to move in fear of getting cum all over her bed. We’d also stupidly done this on the side that she sleeps on. We managed to not get any on her bed, but as we’d fucked with our clothes on to be able to quickly look like we weren’t doing anything if she came home, it got all over us. I was wearing her pajama pants. Oops. Fortunately, we never got caught, but I feel really guilty about it. I haven’t told her, tossing up whether I should or not?
Okay. So Scott is my best friends brothers best friend. I met him at my besties 21st. I didn’t actually meet him, I was just told a few days later that he thought I was attractive. This lead to many random drunk encounters, and many makeout sessions against a wall at a dingy bar.
Then we got our shit together and decided to hang out sober. Watch spongebob, get high, the usual.
I went to his house and somehow (as it always does with my life) alcohol became involved. At the start of the night I was pretty adamant that I wasn’t going to sleep with him, because I thought I might actually like him and that I might actually like something to eventuate from it. But then we started making out and then I said I’d leave but then it started raining. So we sat on his couch waiting for the rain to stop drawing on each other with markers. We drew scars and moustaches etc, I even had a frankenstein type scar with bolts all along my neck. The rain didn’t stop.
We went up to his bedroom, and by this point I didn’t really see any point in saying no, so I started kissing him. I really, really wanted to be pushed around but he was so.. passive it almost put me off.
I love having my nipples sucked and bitten and he did that, which pretty much makes my clothes fall off for any guy.
He had giant mirrors next to his bed which was interesting, watching us clumsily removing our clothes.
He started on top, and after SIX GODDAMN MONTHS with no sex, having his dick slide into me felt so fucking good.
(Before Scott, I slept with one other guy in my six months of no sex and he came within three minutes so it doesn’t count. and also last year I was with a guy for around six months who usually came in his pants, so I really wanted Scott to fuck me good and properly)
I rolled him over and got on top and got him in as deep as I could, and clenched the skin on his chest, he really looked like he was enjoying it.
Then he asked if he could turn me on my side. Boner kill. I’m all for any position, just don’t ask, push me around goddamn. It was good being on my side with him coming at me from behind, cause I got to watch it all in the mirrors.
I got on top and finished him off, about 1 minute before he came he asked if I was on the pill, I said yes, but seriously like what the fuck dude, a bit late for that question.
(I’m not on the pill(I’ll let you know how that pans out))
So we woke in the morning and he hadn’t forgotten that I said I’d give him head to wake him up. Knowing that this could possibly be the last time I stayed with him I complied. I traced my hands down his stomach, and kissed his lips over and over as I rubbed his cock.
I lowered my head and pulled his cock out and started licking the tip, then up and down getting him nice and moist. Then I started sucking, going all the way down until my mouth hit his pubes. I was suprised at how easily I could take him this morning, and I loved listening to his moaning.
“I want to fuck you” he said and I didn’t hesitate, I sat on top of him, and I love being able to insert his penis gradually, pumping in and out until he’s in very deep.
He pushed me off him and went at me from on top with my legs over his shoulders, and it wasn’t long before he came, and then exhausted, we caught our breath with him still inside me, and remained like that for a while.
I know I’m a bad girl for not letting him use a condom, but I know it feels better for him, and I love the thought of a man coming inside me.
This my friends, may have been the last time I will sleep with Mitchell, so keep posted for my next lover!
Ok so first I should probably mention that Mitchell got drunk and told a few people at work about us, so I tried to pick-up-after-him and get everyone that knew to keep their mouths shut. I guess once againe this caused tension between Mitchell and I hence why I went without sex for two weeks.
I never wanted to be the girl that replied accordingly to a message that said “sex?” But after two weeks with none I was at his house within the hour. Everything is gone from his house, cause he is leaving at the end of this month, so his room is just a mattress on the floor.
Sex was good.
Clothes came off pretty fast, and I’ve started biting lips again, which is good because it’s so .. intimate.
I let him start on top of me really slowly, where we just gradually let his penis get deeper and deeper inside me, until he had it as deep as he could, then as things got faster my legs went over his shoulders and we maintained this for at least 5 minutes, before he sat up and I sat on top of him, this posistion is probably where I make the most noise, which is probably not a good thing at 1 in the morning with three other people sleeping in the house.
You know what I love most about sex, is when the other person is satisfied, so I love nothing more than hearing him moan and groan and breathe heavily.
I pushed him down so he was lying underneath me and he guided me up and down on top of him. I like to sit on top like this so he can see me naked riding his cock. We’d already been going for about 10 minutes and we were both getting pretty worn out. I lifted myself up off his cock and he went at me from underneath, pumping hard and fast until we both tired and just layed together with him still inside me, pumping slowly.
Then we returned to missionary without my legs over his shoulders and it didn’t take long until he came inside me. I LOVE when a man comes inside me and he’s groaning and pumping it as deep inside as he can get.
So Mitchell and I have been fighting for a while that’s why when I recieved a message from him I was suprised, in typical Mitchell style it was two words long “come round” but I wanted to fuck him so I didn’t even hesitate. It was weird, it was like the fight was present in what we were that night, like everything we said there was some kind of tension between us and we just kept throwing back and forth “you’re the angry one.”
We both lied down to sleep and then hands started creeping and I waited for him to kiss me before I let him undress me but he never initiated a kiss so I ended up being the one to kiss him, which, to say the very least, annoyed me a lot.
He had been drinking but it wasn’t apparent, clothes came off fast and he started on top of me, we never even made for my legs to go over his shoulders, I just wasn’t into it at all. I got on top of him for a few moments but I couldn’t stand the sounds so he spooned me for a while which I’d usually enjoy cause he can play with me also then, but he was only interested in pleasing himself on this night.
I got back on my back and arched myself up and when he was inside me he hesitated and asked me if I was okay, probably realising for the first time my complete disinterest. It was probably the pinacle of the night for me with my arched back and him holding me up going hard and fast until he came. And when he did he collapsed on top of me and we just remained like that with him inside me for at least 10 minutes. I’m glad we finished and he came, I only ever want to please the guy when I’m having sex.
The next morning I woke to the news that he was leaving, moving away, in hell, less than a month, and it hit me really hard that I was falling for him.
Now tell me should I keep fucking him and falling for him knowing he’s moving overseas in a matter of weeks? Or should I just finish it all now?
It started with a bottle of wine, and then there was more wine, and then it ended with me being home alone at 2am in the morning, drinking and digging myself holes on facebook chat. I kept calling Mitchell, knowing he was at work, not that I really cared, and he finally called me back to tell me he was at home and I could come over if I’d like, well of course I would.
He was so tired from work, so he got in bed and had his back face me, I slid my hand down his chest, and to no suprise he was hard, “you want to have sex don’t you?” he asked, I said no coyly and kept rubbing him, until he turned over and kissed me, then he had his hand between my legs, rubbing me through my underwear, I was well and truly wet already, so this lead to the fast removal of clothes, and then him telling me he was going to wear a condom. I don’t know about you, but I hate condoms, I comply though, hesitantly. He puts the condom on and I push him onto his back, straddle him and rub his dick along the lips of my vagina to tease him, and say “if you’re too tired, we don’t have to have sex” He grunts, as I slide the head of his cock in just a little bit and then take it out and ask, “are you sure?” he responds with “yesyesyes” so I slide myself down on his cock until he is deep inside me and then lean down to kiss him.
His hands are on my waist and he is guiding me up and down and it keeps going like this and I let my boobs swing over his mouth, wanting him to lick them, suck them and he does.
He pushes me off of him and then he gets on top of me, I’m on my back and both my legs are up on his shoulders, he is going in so deep, and usually this would hurt but after two bottles of wine I’m up for anything. I ask if we can take the condom off, and he says no, I let him keep going, and ask if we can turn over. My favorite posistion would definitely have to be me laying flat on my stomach, with him laying flat on top of me, you can’t get in as deep this way, but it’s a good posistion that makes clenching all your muscles down there easier, and it really works, he sits up and turns me around to sit on top of him, because if we kept going how we were he says “i’d come and I don’t want to yet.”
So I’m sitting on top of him and our hands are clenching each others skin so tightly, I don’t think I’ve ever scratched someone so hard or so much in my life. I ask if he can take the condom off and get back on top of me, we’re only using the condom so we don’t make a mess in his bed (lame I know) He hesitates and I push him onto the floor, he turns the light on, and he gets on top of me, I start clenching my mucsles so hard and I arch my back up so he can play with my boobs, and then, just as I expected I hear him moan and then all his muscles relax and he lets himself go on top of me.
We both roll over and stare at the roof, panting. A kiss, and mission accomplished.