I wake around 11am with a banging head,shit it hurts. I turn to see S lay completely naked in bed next to me, looking down i notice I am also nude under the sheets. Oh my God, what happened last night? my mind races as i try to put the blurry images in order,as i get flashbacks. Yep- I quickly remember the night had included lots of beer, fun and frolics, but no sexual content- phew! Too pissed when we got in we had crashed out. He opens his big brown eyes and looks back at me, we both smile and i immediately feel nervous within. I know that now is the time, it feels right. Without speaking, he moves in for a long passionate kiss, i take a deep breath in-sensing my feelings he puts his arms around me and whispers, 'Are you sure?' His deep husky voice sends tingles down my whole body-into my toes. I cant resist any longer. My mind says yes, so does my heart. 'Yes.' I try to sound confident. The look in his eyes changes, 'Time to get you all wet then.'
He moves his hands over my curves, rising up with my breasts then down with my waist. He touches my nipples sensually and gently, then kisses and licks around them. Mmm it feels good and they tingle with excitement. We are both careful not to rush this- it wouldn't be right would it? His kissing continues down my stomach around my navel, following the same pattern kissing, licking and gently nibbling. It drives me crazy and at this point I just want to fuck him. His naked body brushes against mine as we continue to play. Giggling as he touches my ticklish spots then seriously moaning as he moves further down. He licks the inside of my thigh just once. Jesus Christ that feels good. Teasing me he slowly begins to tongue the outer lips before prising them open with his fingers. He begins licking my clitoris, slowly and gently, up and down. He changes direction round and round, then just long, slow licks upwards. Each time he changes it makes me squeal with pleasure and he knows how i orgasm quickly from his amazing oral skills. I can feel the wetness running down my perineum and eventually droplets fall onto the bed sheet. It feels amazing and my pussy is throbbing now. He always aims to please though and i can tell he wants to keep going until i come. Hey- who am i to complain?!? I look down- he isn't looking up at me- too fascinated by what he is doing, only glancing up occasionally to see my reactions. All good of course! I'm starting to feel hot now- I know I will come soon, and so does he- he has noticed my thighs twitching. 'Don't stop.' I say and he takes this as his cue to intensify his technique and concentrate more on my bulging, pink clit. Fucking hell- I love this part- the part in between- just before orgasm. I gasp as I feel the rush, he feels me coming in his mouth and moves down, tasting the glistening come. I cant wait any longer, he re surfaces from under the covers. 'You're so wet now' he says and lies next to me, squashing into my single bed. 'Hmmm' I reply, feeling his hardon pressing against me with urgency. 'I love you' he declares, looking me straight in the eye. I tell him i love him also and S responds by another powerful kiss- I can now taste my own come, it tastes so fucking good, sweeter than his. He maneuvers and slides his now incredibly sweaty torso over mine. He is now on top of me. There are no clothes getting in the way, no feelings of doubt and no chance of being caught since my family were out. I cant help but feel how romantic the moment is as he cautiously positions himself. 'are you really sure?' he asks again. I nod. Noting the expression on his face I arrange my hips, giving him a helping hand, his dick is now poking at my soaking snatch. Im surprised by the way it feels as he slides it in for the very first time. It feels so good- not like being fingered at all- which i had imagined it to feel like, but so much better. Silently he begins to thrust in and out, pleasuring me even more. 'does it feel good?' I ask, breaking his concentration. He looks at me. 'relax' I say. Almost immediately he does and i notice an improvement in the depth and timing. The feeling of his solid cock sliding in and out of my soaking hole is amazing. 'ohh yes' I exclaim as i grind with him and his cock goes in all the way, nothing to spare as he fucks me balls deep. I realise quickly that i like it more the harder and faster he goes. He pushes both my legs up into the air holding onto my knees. Fuck yes. I now wonder why the hell we hadn't done this before. Looking into his eyes i can see my reflection and i feel warm and happy that I waited for him. he is perfect.
Saturday, 21 February 2009
Wednesday, 18 February 2009
Teenage Kicks Part 1
Allow me a brief moment to set the scene.
I’m sixteen years old and have been in a relationship with S for almost 2 years. He’d recently broken my heart in two by joining the forces and we don’t see each other very often. Fuck. The day he left was like a scene picked straight from a 1940’s classical black and white romance epic. Standing there in floods of tears on the platform, we embraced and through the heartache swore ourselves to each other for eternity. God we even have a song. On leaving he promised he would write to me every day and so far had been true to his word. This is true love, but this is no quaint little love tale. Our experience in the bedroom together did not exceed oral and the sheer thrills of our adventures under the delightfully adolescent ‘WWE’ sheets of his bottom bunk had been enough to satisfy our teenage urges. Until now.
My phone buzzed. It was Him, with the message I’d been anticipating all day. His train had arrived in Manchester and he was letting me know he was on his way. It was January 31st and after months of planning it was decided we would use the new year as our opportunity to finally make love and take our relationship to the next level. The plan had been carefully constructed and in my hand i held his last letter which had not left my handbag since it was received, for two reasons. It was far too naughty to risk leaving it at home where my mother would surely find it, and i loved carrying it round in my bag. The fact i could take it out and read it wherever, whenever was too delicious and therefore prevented me from stashing it neatly away amongst the rest. I calculated he would be here in about 40 minutes time and not wanting to waste the opportunity i unfolded the creased note and began to read it…
As I read it i back onto my bed. I pore over each and every word imagining what tonight holds, hoping we will act out the scenario on the page in front of me. I close my eyes and slide my hand up my skirt, and continue to trace the outline of my silk thong with my fingers. Then, slipping them underneath the material i feel my already swollen and sensitive clitoris. God it feels good. I begin to feel flushed within seconds and i lie there, thinking of Him. Imagining having sex for the very first time, remembering how rock hard his dick was when we last saw each other. How much i wanted him now. As i circle my finger across and down to my opening i realise it is soaking wet. I use the wetness on my clit and begin to rub, slowly at first then faster and harder. Starting to feel completely powerless, i know i am on the brink of coming. I enjoy the moment, and know this is probably the last time I do this as a virgin. Gripping onto the sheets with my spare hand, I stifle my moans as the orgasm rushes through my body. I’m just starting to recover when i am interrupted by another beep coming from my phone. ‘I’m outside’. Shit he was fast- looking at my watch I’m proven wrong when i notice it was 50 minutes since his last text. Trying to hide the enormous wet patch on the sheet i pull my quilt over the top and hope it goes unnoticed. I run down the stairs and straighten up my hair, looking out of the window I see Him there. Looking fantastic in his full uniform, I’d seen pictures of him in his kit but in the flesh I could see why so many women like a man in uniform. My hands were shaking as i unlocked the door, we had spoken about this moment so much. He throws his bag on the floor and walks confidently towards me, our eyes lock. I feel a tingle as he takes me in his arms and kisses me, so passionately hard and meaningful. He slides his hand up my top, and takes a firm hold of my breast, we stop for a moment, knowing this isn’t in the plan, but that no longer matters. He continues to caress my breast with his right hand whilst moving the left to my lower back, with the strength of one hand he pulls my waist towards him and whispers ‘I’ve missed you’ into my ear. Without verbally responding i pull away teasingly to close the door, can’t leave it open now can i? walking over to him I shoot him my best smouldering look of knowing. I walk past him and after a brief pause he recognises my invitation. I feel excited as i lead him up the stairs. As we enter my room I feel the first pangs of nervousness. We sit on the bed for a few minutes gently touching each other and kissing, i unbutton his military trousers and smile as his cock spills out. Gently sucking the tip and tonguing the head i take his shaft deep into my mouth, sucking gently and delicately, as to not rush. It tastes good, and is warm and smooth. He moans with pleasure and i am careful not to break eye contact with him, if he enjoys it I will see it in his eyes and that turns me on more than anything, knowing i am satisfying him. His eyes tell me to suck harder and faster and as i do so ,i can feel his cock pulsing in my mouth. Fuck it. I cant be arsed sticking to the plan anymore, I want more, now. I begin to deep throat his hard cock. He pushes me away suddenly and almost violently, still tasting his pre come, i straddle him and our lips lock again in yet more passionate kissing. I was even more excited by the thought of him tasting himself. My skirt has ridden up and still wearing my silk thong we grind our hips together. I can feel his cock pushing up against me with just a thin layer of pure silk from stopping it penetrating me. I allow it to rub against my clit through the material. I remove my top and he immediately grabs both of my breasts through my bra. fuck that too. Off it comes. I know he loves my tits, he takes my nipple into his mouth whilst i continue to grind against his dick. After a few more minutes we both know if it goes any further this will be it, and this is not what we had discussed, but damn it feels so good. I choose to ignore my head and as i did so, i felt his fingers on my pussy. slamming myself down on them shocked us both but then again, i am a naughty girl! Before we knew it he had 3 inside and his thumb rubbing my clitoris, i was practically fucking him except instead of his cock it was his hand doing the work. This was stupid, ‘We may as well just do it, don’t you think?’ I said as i could tell he wanted to as well. I got up to remove my underwear when i heard movement downstairs. Shit, it was my mother coming in from work, i had forgotten she was finishing early. I frantically re-dressed, she was halfway up the stairs now, i knew she must have walked past his telltale discarded bag in the front room, fuck. We had never been caught and I wasn’t going to get caught now. Reaching for the door handle I looked back at him and smiled ‘tonight it is then…’
I’m sixteen years old and have been in a relationship with S for almost 2 years. He’d recently broken my heart in two by joining the forces and we don’t see each other very often. Fuck. The day he left was like a scene picked straight from a 1940’s classical black and white romance epic. Standing there in floods of tears on the platform, we embraced and through the heartache swore ourselves to each other for eternity. God we even have a song. On leaving he promised he would write to me every day and so far had been true to his word. This is true love, but this is no quaint little love tale. Our experience in the bedroom together did not exceed oral and the sheer thrills of our adventures under the delightfully adolescent ‘WWE’ sheets of his bottom bunk had been enough to satisfy our teenage urges. Until now.
My phone buzzed. It was Him, with the message I’d been anticipating all day. His train had arrived in Manchester and he was letting me know he was on his way. It was January 31st and after months of planning it was decided we would use the new year as our opportunity to finally make love and take our relationship to the next level. The plan had been carefully constructed and in my hand i held his last letter which had not left my handbag since it was received, for two reasons. It was far too naughty to risk leaving it at home where my mother would surely find it, and i loved carrying it round in my bag. The fact i could take it out and read it wherever, whenever was too delicious and therefore prevented me from stashing it neatly away amongst the rest. I calculated he would be here in about 40 minutes time and not wanting to waste the opportunity i unfolded the creased note and began to read it…
As I read it i back onto my bed. I pore over each and every word imagining what tonight holds, hoping we will act out the scenario on the page in front of me. I close my eyes and slide my hand up my skirt, and continue to trace the outline of my silk thong with my fingers. Then, slipping them underneath the material i feel my already swollen and sensitive clitoris. God it feels good. I begin to feel flushed within seconds and i lie there, thinking of Him. Imagining having sex for the very first time, remembering how rock hard his dick was when we last saw each other. How much i wanted him now. As i circle my finger across and down to my opening i realise it is soaking wet. I use the wetness on my clit and begin to rub, slowly at first then faster and harder. Starting to feel completely powerless, i know i am on the brink of coming. I enjoy the moment, and know this is probably the last time I do this as a virgin. Gripping onto the sheets with my spare hand, I stifle my moans as the orgasm rushes through my body. I’m just starting to recover when i am interrupted by another beep coming from my phone. ‘I’m outside’. Shit he was fast- looking at my watch I’m proven wrong when i notice it was 50 minutes since his last text. Trying to hide the enormous wet patch on the sheet i pull my quilt over the top and hope it goes unnoticed. I run down the stairs and straighten up my hair, looking out of the window I see Him there. Looking fantastic in his full uniform, I’d seen pictures of him in his kit but in the flesh I could see why so many women like a man in uniform. My hands were shaking as i unlocked the door, we had spoken about this moment so much. He throws his bag on the floor and walks confidently towards me, our eyes lock. I feel a tingle as he takes me in his arms and kisses me, so passionately hard and meaningful. He slides his hand up my top, and takes a firm hold of my breast, we stop for a moment, knowing this isn’t in the plan, but that no longer matters. He continues to caress my breast with his right hand whilst moving the left to my lower back, with the strength of one hand he pulls my waist towards him and whispers ‘I’ve missed you’ into my ear. Without verbally responding i pull away teasingly to close the door, can’t leave it open now can i? walking over to him I shoot him my best smouldering look of knowing. I walk past him and after a brief pause he recognises my invitation. I feel excited as i lead him up the stairs. As we enter my room I feel the first pangs of nervousness. We sit on the bed for a few minutes gently touching each other and kissing, i unbutton his military trousers and smile as his cock spills out. Gently sucking the tip and tonguing the head i take his shaft deep into my mouth, sucking gently and delicately, as to not rush. It tastes good, and is warm and smooth. He moans with pleasure and i am careful not to break eye contact with him, if he enjoys it I will see it in his eyes and that turns me on more than anything, knowing i am satisfying him. His eyes tell me to suck harder and faster and as i do so ,i can feel his cock pulsing in my mouth. Fuck it. I cant be arsed sticking to the plan anymore, I want more, now. I begin to deep throat his hard cock. He pushes me away suddenly and almost violently, still tasting his pre come, i straddle him and our lips lock again in yet more passionate kissing. I was even more excited by the thought of him tasting himself. My skirt has ridden up and still wearing my silk thong we grind our hips together. I can feel his cock pushing up against me with just a thin layer of pure silk from stopping it penetrating me. I allow it to rub against my clit through the material. I remove my top and he immediately grabs both of my breasts through my bra. fuck that too. Off it comes. I know he loves my tits, he takes my nipple into his mouth whilst i continue to grind against his dick. After a few more minutes we both know if it goes any further this will be it, and this is not what we had discussed, but damn it feels so good. I choose to ignore my head and as i did so, i felt his fingers on my pussy. slamming myself down on them shocked us both but then again, i am a naughty girl! Before we knew it he had 3 inside and his thumb rubbing my clitoris, i was practically fucking him except instead of his cock it was his hand doing the work. This was stupid, ‘We may as well just do it, don’t you think?’ I said as i could tell he wanted to as well. I got up to remove my underwear when i heard movement downstairs. Shit, it was my mother coming in from work, i had forgotten she was finishing early. I frantically re-dressed, she was halfway up the stairs now, i knew she must have walked past his telltale discarded bag in the front room, fuck. We had never been caught and I wasn’t going to get caught now. Reaching for the door handle I looked back at him and smiled ‘tonight it is then…’
Happy 'belated' Valentines Day!So this describes me in 4 ways 1- i like my breasts, 2- i like pink lingerie 3- there is something in that locket of great importance to me hence it being close to my heart, and 4-i am slighty camera shy. Took me ages to pluck up the courage for a few shots (all taken by myself) x
And she is my alter ego. My AKA. My other personality. What you are about to read is strictly non fiction and is not for the faint of heart, the closed of mind or indeed the squeamish. Did you pass the test? If so, carry on. If not please enter ‘pink fluffy bunnies’ into your search bar, and you may well be more in your league. Formalities over, I’d like to start. My experiences are set over the course of a five year period, and in no particular order they are divided into a series of shorter stories, for your reading pleasure.
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