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It’s so unfair that you have a boyfriend. So fucking unfair. I say this because I know I’m sexually attracted to you, you know I’m sexually attracted to you, and yet nothing will come of it but me thinking about you late at night when I’m getting myself off. To make matters worse, you were the first person to pop into mind when my girlfriend said she was interested in having a threesome with another girl involved. But that won’t happen because you live so far and you have a boyfriend. Why can’t the universe just concoct a situation where you and I - and my girlfriend - just have sex frequently? Fuck.
I don’t understand this. I’m not physically or emotionally attracted to you.You’re a substitute teacher. You’re at least twenty-five and you’re shorter than me, for fuck’s sake. There’s another teacher who I like so much more, who I have a huge crush on, but who I’d never want to fuck. So why do I get so turned on in class thinking about what I’d do to you? How I’d come in at the end of the day to chat, and then when you least expect it I’d close the door and turn off the lights and have you all to myself? I want you to pull me close and kiss my neck and lift me onto your desk and push up my skirt, I want to feel your breath on my face, I want to see your jaw clench and your eyes turn dark with lust. What is my problem? I’m a virgin, I’m in in high school, I like boys my own age, and yet sometimes I think I’d be okay with it if you were my first.
An awkward threesome between my current boyfriend and my ex boyfriend. Why I have a thing for nerdy gamers, I’m not so sure about.
But how it went down was a talk on skype between my ex and I. We were all sitting down in the same room. His best friend there too, we all knew what’s up, but we had no idea how to break the ice.
He kept asking me all Saturday till Sunday to get me alone. Suck him off in the dressing room at the mall, fondle me while we watched The Avengers, take me to his bathroom and I declined because I need permission from my master right beside me. He was so frustrated he wanked off. Only to bring it up again that Sunday.
Everyone was brushing their teeth and stuff up. My master went last, I was getting frustrated. I told him I was gonna go in there and fuck him myself if he wouldn’t tag along with me, he was taking so long to get this over with. My curiosity drives me up the wall, I’ve been waiting for something close to this for the longest time, my ex was the only thing close to us for now…
As my master went upstairs, I feel arms around me from behind as I was sitting on the floor, I yelp as I’m being carried to the dark room. The doors close, a small creak of light from the tv glowing in the dark. I hear his heavy breathing, his breath against me, eager to touch me that bad…and that’s all I could ask him, it was so weird. He kept kissing my neck, his hands running up my shirt, gently brushing over my nipples.
For someone I hate so much and felt bad for afterwards, that shit was turning me on. He unzipped my pants, shoved his hands down my pants and massaged my clit a bit before asking me what was going to happen next, I could only worry about my master being angry at me and I told him I was waiting for him. I hurried to roll off the bed and call him to come in with us.
And the fun starts.
We’re laying in this tiny mattress, wide enough to fit all three of us, pitch black darkness, door now fully closed. Their hands grab mine and shove them to their hard—-well, my master’s cock was hard, and I joke about how good I am since they both wanted me so bad.
That chuckle, my ex emits, he probably isn’t aware of it a quiet, mischievous chuckle…TURNS ME ON SO MUCH. If he did it by my ear while doing other things to me…it’d drive me off the edge.
My master simply focuses on me, eating me out, shoving his cock into me for a while…repeating that cycle until he cums deep inside me..all while during that my ex holds my head down on his cock when I put his entire length into my mouth and deep throat him..he wasn’t as hard as the other mister though~
Whenever I’d turn away from him and not even a few minutes to give him more attention he’s already gone flaccid. I’d let out a moan and a whine of disappointment, mention how he’s flaccid already…some point I just wanted him really hard so I can ride the fuck out of him, show him what he’s missing…
and that’s how it pretty much ended. Master came inside me from behind while I was being held down on my ex’s cock. I wanted to jack him off till he got hard and came inside me as well. He tried eating me at some point…it was like a nibble.
But all said and done in disappointment I wish:
They would just spank me and call me their dirty little slut. Make me call them master, call them daddy. Throw me in all sorts of positions, make me ride them all night. Drive me over the edge. Tease me with their cocks, make me beg for it, I wanted them to give it to me so bad like they kept telling me…so many dirty things on my mind and I have yet to tell them.
None of them want to share me together though, but I can think of dirty things between them individually as well…and it’s nice that Master has a little voyeuristic side in him because he likes to watch…only to improve himself better and give it to me rough <3
I want to fuck my ex boyfriend so hard that i can’t see straight but i cant considering he is my ex
It would be after science class, after the sweet relief of not having to see your face for fear of wetting my seat. After being calm for 45 minutes. And then we brush arms on our way out the door. I pause for half a millisecond and walk in the opposite direction of wherever you’re going. I don’t know where I’m headed but it needs to be away from you.
My thoughts turn rude as I let myself daydream about us. Well, the us that exists in my mind. I am completely unaware of my surroundings and when I eventually become aware I am across campus in the stairwell going to the basement behind the wood shop. I am completely alone. I sit down on the stairs and sigh. Once more, a situation where I get more sexually aroused than I should be in school has successfully been avoided. I pull out my little black book (you know, the one I’m always scribbling in?) and start to write things. Replacing phrases with frustrated scribbles because my mind can’t formulate words that can describe what my body is telling me about you.
“I thought I’d find you here.”
I turn around, slamming the book shut. I plaster on a fake smile and wave hello. It’s you, shit. Please go away pleasepleasepleaseplease. I curl my toes and stare at my knees. I have a bruise I didn’t notice earlier.
“Can I come through?”
“Um, sure.” I get up, and lean back on the wall (hoping to melt into it and make you leave me alone)
You start to open the door and my heart’s incessant beating begins to slow down. I exhale and look down.
“No.” You slam the door shut, “You’re not getting away this time.”
“Huh?” You look furious. You’re looking at me with those blue-gray eyes, the one’s that I’ve always likened to the Atlantic Ocean in winter. Your facial expression doesn’t match your clothes, the garish coral-colored pants and the navy polo. You look like you want to kill me.
“Fuck you.” You say, caging me in with your arms. You’re breathing heavy, and so am I. As much as I want this to happen it can’t it can’t.
“…Why?” I whimper, biting my lower lip nervously.
“You… have been teasing me for the past three months. You dirty fucking slut.” I’d never been talked to that way before. Shit, it turned me on.
“I’m so—“ I begin just to be silenced by your lips and then my brain shuts off because I am kissing Salmon.
You bite my lip and I instinctively spread my legs, even as we’re standing up. You slip my sweater off my shoulders and my hands brush the patch of skin between your shirt and your pants. You growl. Your hands venture below my shirt and up. You gauchely slip your hands under my bra and begin fondling my breasts.
“You like that?” You ask. I make sounds that aren’t words and you chuckle. I mewl disappointedly as your hands roam away. But then a glorious thing happens. You look me in the eyes and rest your forehead on mine. I am clutching on you for dear life. You kiss me lightly, then the heat builds up again in a matter of seconds. One hand is leaning on the wall for support, the other beneath my skirt tickling my pussy. You look at me and smile slyly, “You’re sopping wet, you filthy little whore,”
I crane my neck to your ear and whisper, with shaking breaths, “I need you inside me,” You nibble at my ear, “please?” I am pressing my pelvis into yours. I need you desperately. I let my hand slip to your waist and I unbuckle your stupid coral pants. I am focused on your cock and how much I need it.
“Not today,” you mumble. I look up at you and I don’t notice your fingers swirling around my slit until you inch your fingers inside. I shudder and gasp. You smile, watching the reactions play out on my face. Further. “Nngh,” I groan. One finger is inside, making that irresistible come-hither motion inside me. I’m breathing heavy, all my weight pressing on you. If I can’t have your cock inside me, I’ll at least be able to touch it. I slip my hand into your pants and feel its warmth. You’re so hard, I’m so horny, I want to fuck you so hard.Oh… oh god. I am so close to my climax.
“Don’t stop please don’t stop **** please don’t stop” I repeat your name over and over until my body convulses and my knees feel weak. You pull your fingers out of me and lick them off. You look thoroughly satisfied.
“Thanks. See you in English.” You kiss me for a long while, then pick up your backpack and walk out the door. I collapse on the floor, unsure whether what happened was a dream or real life.
**** name omitted because he doesn’t know i exist :)
Some times I imagine what it would be like to just grab the back of your neck and press your lips against mine. I wish I had the privilege to be your girl, the right to touch you when I want, the right to kiss you until we can’t breathe. I wish you weren’t such a dick and would give me a chance. I wish I wasn’t so completely attracted to you. I wish I hated you. But if I think about that all I can imagine is the amazing hate sex we’d have. I can’t help myself. You turn me on so much that the brush of your skin sends shivers down my spine. Instead, everything has to happen inside my mind.
There’s this boy I like. I’ve known him since the second grade. But recently I met him again. He’s become the most good looking guy I know, with hair that I want to tangle my fingers in and the most beautiful hands. I might take a moment to mention that he plays guitar, really well which gives me oh so many images, like imagining how fast he could finger me and just how deep he could go.
But he doesn’t see me like I see him. And some times it makes me want to cry. Because all I want to do is fuck him until neither of us can see straight and we’re both so out of breath that we seem asthmatic. But I’ll stay in my corner and not say a word because he’s told me no. I’m just a 17 year old girl harbouring a crush.
No sexy stories unfortunately, just pure frustration. My marriage is very sexually lacking. We’re hardly ever intimate, and it’s a highly upsetting situation. Sometimes I wish I could get some relief :(
It’s crazy to think, I did something as impulsive like that with him. I’ve known him forever. Literally, forever. Forever meaning, our parents went to grade school up until college forever. That’s how close we are. They had this joke, our parents – that, we’d get together, become a couple, get married, have kids; but we were best-friends & we didn’t see each other like that. It wasn’t until I became eight when things started to change between the two of us. But as time went on, things changed. I no longer saw him as a family-friend, I saw him become a crush. His eyes, those sweet brown eyes of his – they’re *sigh* they’re mesmerizing. His body changed, as well as mine as we got older. I prayed he never knew how much I liked him, but I secretly hoped he wanted me as much as I wanted him. We became each other’s firsts when we were eighteen.
It was a semi-typical Saturday night for me, & by semi I mean, I had to watch nine of my younger cousins ranging from 9-4. I knew it would be a problem because after I changed into a pair of boxers & a nightie these kids literallytore up my living room. So I called him, the kids knew & loved him anyway. It was about 7:30 when he arrived. He helped me prepare & serve dinner, put the kids & my dog to bed & by that time it was only 8:45. So he insisted we watch a scary movie. I hate scary movies & he knows that, but his constant taunts of “It’s only a movie, Erika” got me to get out of the chicken way out. I clung onto his arm throughout all the suspenseful parts. After the climax, I couldn’t take it, “Pa—Paolo, can we go upstairs now, please?”
“Why, you scared?”
“Mmhmm”
“Alright, let’s go.”
We made our way to my bedroom & he could tell I was still freaked out because I held onto him in paranoia that something would come out & grab me. I sat down on my bed when he was heading for the door & I said, “DON’T LEAVE ME!” He laughed, “Erika, it’s only a movie”
“Please, Pao. Don’t leave me… I’m just so scared.”
So he did. I held him close to me, listening to his heartbeat, when I realized I was holding his hand. I look at the time, 10:00. Looking up at him, sleeping on my head, I kissed him. He woke up dazed, confused. Still holding hands. He was going to leave again, but I grasped his forearm, begging & pleading sitting on my knees (not the kneeling position, but, you get it, right?). He was flexing his arm, I could feel it. So he came back, but he went on top of me.
What were soft, little kisses turned into a torrid make-out session (biting included). Things got heated up in a matter of seconds. His hands were going lower, down my legs until he met my boxer shorts. He ripped them off to find me in a thong. “Damn baby, when’d you get this?”
“Did he just call me what I think he called me?” I thought to myself.
“Paolo, I – I’ve” I began stuttering, but it was too late. His mouth was already pulling it off of me.
I don’t know how long he had wanted to use this line, but he did. It was only the beginning as he said, “This is only the appetizer.” His mouth knew exactly where to go. He played with my clit, his tongue hitting all the right spots; I couldn’t help but silently moan & grasp his hair. It drove me insane. I came in minutes. He wiped his mouth & I said, “Don’t go” he knew I wanted him to tease me more. He came back up, kissed me & this time pulled off my night-shirt. His fingers slowly caressing my breasts until he started to suck on them gently; he was hard from it. I hadn’t even begun undressing him, but I felt him through his jeans against my body. My hips moving closer to his, kissing my nape I could only moan in ecstasy. He looked up at me & chuckled, God, how I loved his laugh. He put his finger to his lips, “Shhh. We don’t want to wake the kids up, do we?” He got up again. I don’t know why, but I always complained each time, “Paolo! We’re not finished yet.”
“I know, now it’s your turn.”
On my knees, I unzipped his jeans revealing his total hard-on. Now, whoever says Asians have small dicks obviously didn’t account for Filipinos. He had some good size. I was surprised at how big it was & started to lick the head with delight. He held my hair, saying, “Who’s my baby? Who’s gonna do what daddy tells her to? Is my baby gonna satisfy me?” It was something I never saw in him before, then again, I never saw any part of him other than his abs when we went swimming. I wanted to make sure I could please him by doing anything I could with my tongue. I wrapped it around, I licked it like a lollipop and I did whatever it was he wanted. I got wet just thinking about how well I was doing. Then he came in my mouth: hot, sweet & thick. I didn’t think I’d be able to swallow it, but it was so sweet, almost like candy.
He picked me up, “Gutom ka na, baby?” I couldn’t help but nod my head. He placed me back onto the bed & he was gentle with me. “Masikip ka” he would say, but I would always reply with a smile, “Kasi mas malaki ka.” It drove him wild when I complimented his size & because of it he pounded my pussy. I didn’t care we weren’t on protection, or the pill or anything. We just did it because of who knows what? Before I knew it I came again, sending shivers down my spine. He got off & licked me clean of my juices, but he was still hard. “Don’t get too excited next time, babe.”
“I’m sorry Sweetie, but you’re just so good.”
“Damn, am I really pleasing you this much?” He laughed.
“Ano ka ba, babe!”
“Joke lang! Joke lang, promise”
He went inside me again, this time, deeper & with more force. “Oh fuck me, Paolo” I whispered as I scratched the hell out of his back. He pulled out. I begged him to get back inside of me & he made fun of how much I wanted him in me. He licked my clit as a punishment. I came, yet again. “Damn, I’m good,” he’d say.
Afterwards he went back inside of me as my walls contracted. I bit my lip out of satisfaction. Before I knew it, another orgasm & this time with him too. He filled me up, but he was still hard.
“Baby! Mahirap pa rin?”
“Oo, diba?”
Since I was still in shock we had even done something like this, it was only fair that I was on top. My hands on his abs, his on my waist I moved my hips everywhere making sure he hit every spot inside of me. He bounced me off of him like a ball & I enjoyed myself on top of him. He got up & now we’re in this X position & we moved our bodies with the movements of our tongues. It was amazing. I never came as much as I thought I would. He was a God in that bed. After we both came, we got dressed & by that time it was only 11:15. He smiled at me, “I never thought it would be you.”
“I never thought you’d be that good.”
“You’re pretty good yourself, there Erika. I never thought you’d have that much energy!”
Ending our little game with a laugh, he went back to sleeping next to me until my family came home & told him to leave.
It was something I was I never thought I would ever do with him, but I’m so relieved it was him out of anyone else.
Being a teenager kind of sucks. I have not had sex in a while, maybe about 3 or 4 months, its extremely stressing and frustrating. other activities keep me off it but i feel it the most at night. I just sit and wonder, am i not good enough for a girl. i see everyone having one night stands while i just sit here wondering the what could have beens.
I’ve been so horny lately I can’t stop wanking. My pussy is wet practically all the time. I’m a virgin and I desperately want someone to fuck me and pound my pussy and make me scream.
first i’d be on top. and you’d be touching my ass and my tits and grabbing my face and kissing me and looking at me with those amazing blue eyes of yours.
then, you’d take me from behind. you go crazy with desire.
that’s when i came.
i came so hard, my insides hurt.
i want you. any way. any time. any place.
i miss you. you and your laugh. your smile. your hands. your eyes. specially those eyes looking back at me and eating me.
i dont give a flying fuck about your fiancee. she can suck my clit.
no really, she could suck my clit. she looks good.