Tornado Debauchery and Deep Emotions

For all you horn-dogs who don't care about background story and wanna just get to the juicy details (not saying there's a problem with that), search for the phrase, "moment of truth" and read from there. This is a very vanilla yet explicit story. But if you'd like the full, passionate effect, I suggest you read from the beginning.  

I may not seem like the relationship type, and I may love shallow, meaningless, raw sexual relations... but I'm totally head over heels for somebody.

I moved back to my hometown seven weeks ago due to a family emergency after being gone for a few years. I left a life I loved in a city I loved to move back to a city I thought I'd never live in again. It was a hard transition. Liam is the first friend I made here.

I met him off OKCupid of all places. We had a first date and it was really fantastic! He just sent me a one-lined message (which I almost never respond to) that said something along the lines of, "Hey wanna go fuck some shit up tomorrow night?" or something -- he was referring to a block of text in my profile where I mentioned I loved doing hooligan activities, like graffiti and such.

So I gave him my number and on my second or third night in town, we met up with a few cans of spray paint and "fucked some shit up" -- we painted stencils of Frida Kahlo on the sidewalk -- for a few hours and then went to an all-night restaurant with our hands totally covered in paint. The conversation was great, the activities were great, and by the morning we decided to have a second date.

Beef Jerky

I pulled up on my little moped to Jeremy's house quivering with anticipation. It had been eight days since I'd seen him, and eight days since I'd been penetrated. I normally can't even wait more than two days, but I've been so busy climbing and have also been out of town, so it just hasn't happened.

He opened the door as I approached the front of his house; I looked up and smiled at how incredibly good-looking he is. Jeremy is tall, has dark, curly hair, and a beautiful face with a strong jawline. He also probably has the best body of anybody I've slept with.

I stepped in and began to remove my many layers -- it's unbelievably cold outside for riding a moped around. First came off the rain jacket -- then we hugged. Then came off the next two jackets -- then we kissed. I put my freezing cold fingers to his neck and he shuddered a bit and asked me how I was doing. "COLD!" I responded. He felt my bright red ears after I took off my fleece hat and told me I should be wearing a helmet. I asked him where would I get the money for such a purchase?

I was now standing in front of this gorgeous man in my pink leotard and the most ridiculous looking slacks that were ever made. (If you're curious, they're black, high-waisted pleated dress pants that hug my ankles and have heel straps.) We walked back to his room making small talk.

"So where have you been out of town?"

"Oh, out west to <redacted> where I climbed some of the best granite I've ever seen! I mean, really world-class climbing out there!" I responded as I took of my shoes.

He grabbed my shoulders and bent down to kiss me. I couldn't help but smile because of the intense excitement that I felt at the fact that I WAS ABOUT TO GET LAID.

I pushed him over toward the bed. He started to laugh and resisted my movements. He asked me more questions and tried to have more conversation with me. Instead of replying with words, I just unbuckled my belt and started to remove my pants. I sat on the bed and pulled him on top of me.

Don't Swallow

After throwing me on the bed and ripping off my clothes, <redacted> used one hand to undo his belt and put his other on the back side of my neck. He pulled me upward with my legs around his, and said, "I want you to suck my cock until I come, and then I want you to rub that come all over your pussy."

He proceeded to face fuck me for a few moments before letting me give him a slow, deep blowjob. I didn't mess around -- no playful licking, no kissing his head -- I just took him deep, slowly, wrapped my tongue around his dick, and then eventually sped it up a bit. With my hands on his hips I pumped my head up and down and let my tongue and lips do all the work.

After only a few short minutes of this, he clenched the hair on the back of my head and told me he was going to come. "Don't swallow it," he desperately begged. "Save it for that sweet little pussy of yours...."

Bursts of hot come spurted into my mouth. I consciously didn't swallow. Instead I leaned forward, opened my mouth a small amount, and let the come drip from my lips over my pussy.

I then took my hands to rub it all over, and let him lick it up before we made out again. Then he shoved his already hard again dick deep inside me, and we fucked for the next hour.

That was hot.

The Condom Kept Breaking

We walked out of the springs onto the dry limestone, and I arched my back a bit as I squeezed the water out of my hair and let it rest over my shoulder as the remaining drips slid over my right breast. I walked over to the fence to look at the dried up creek bed on the other side, when I felt him come up behind me. Landon put his hands just beneath my arms on my rib cage -- his fingertips just barely touched the sides of my breasts. I felt his groin press up against my ass, and he thrusted in ever so slightly. He whispered in my ear, "You like that?" Feeling his slightly stiff cock press into the crack of my ass through our thin bathing suit, I can say I very much enjoyed it. But I simply smiled and looked over my shoulder to show my approval.

I pushed him away and continued to walk on. I could feel his eyes burn into my ass as he followed me. We went to the changing rooms and got dressed again, and then I dropped him off at the bar where he was meeting his friends later that evening.

That was our second date. When we were swimming laps in the huge natural pool, he even was so daring to grab my ass and shake it around under the water. Periodically, he would disappear, and a few moments later I'd see him pop up from under the water, smiling mischievously with his goggles on. I knew he was taking in the underwater view of my breast stroke. 

For our third date, I met him at his house. We went to the store and bought food for a picnic in his backyard. After a few hours of good conversation and eats, good music and laughter, I started to kiss him. He'd already kissed me a few times but I was reserved before. This time he took my willingness enthusiastically and returned with aggressive kissing. He grabbed my chin and pulled me upward so that I was standing. We made out while I touched him everywhere I could. I ran a hand up his spine; I pulled at his shoulder blades; I dug my thumbs into his hip bones (one of my favorite things to do), and he pushed down my black high-waisted cutoffs. Underneath, I was wearing a purple leotard. 

He pushed me up against a tree and examined what I was wearing. "Is this...is this a leotard?" he asked almost comically. It was bright, tight-fitting and 100% spandex. He squeezed his hands around my waist, felt up to my tits and bit on my nipples through the fabric. He moved his hand downward and started playing between my legs and could feel that I'd soaked through a small spot. "Fuck, this leotard is sexy. Jesus, we could have some fun in this." I took off his shirt, unbuckled his belt, and he responded, "But not tonight." 

Fantasy Fulfilled

For the last several days, I have been enjoying an empty home free of couch surfers. Don't get be wrong -- I absolutely love couch surfing and think it's a fulfilling experience that has taught me more in a few weeks than most experiences. But hosting 10 people in 15 days really wore me out, and I was glad to have some peace and quiet in the small apartment that where I'm currently living. But I have trouble saying no to travelers who want to stay on my spare mattresses because I really do get so much enjoyment out of it (sometimes sexy enjoyment), and two days ago I got a couch request from a new surfer.

For the sake of clearing up any confusion, we're going to call this hot couch surfer Jake (all names that I use on this blog are censored or fake), so that we don't get him confused with any other couch surfers I've fucked or will fuck.

At around 4:45pm, Jake sent me his initial message. He said something along the lines of, "Hey, I'm going to be in town at 5pm tonight. I know it's last minute, but could I stay on your couch? I'm backpacking across the states right now, so I'm really dirty and haven't showered in like 4 days and it would be awesome to clean up."

He had no references, no friends, pretty bare text on his profile, and only a single photo. But damn, he was hot. And damn, I was horny. And also, he's backpacking across the US, which is my plan as soon as I find somebody to take over this damn lease. So, I said yes.

Erotic Recounts: The Botanical Gardens

For all you pedophiles, voyeurs, and exhibitionists out there, this story is for you. I was 16, and censored was 18.

We were at the local botanical gardens walking around in the middle of spring. The weather was beautiful, the flowers were in full bloom.

Walking through the bamboo garden, we were slightly secluded, and he took that opportunity to kiss me. At first it started out as a slow, romantic kiss. Our lips met, with his hands on my waist. Those hands moved downward onto my hips, then a soft caress of my ass. Even though this picturesque environment and this loving kiss were romantic, my thoughts were increasingly dirty. My pussy became ever more wet, and I whispered into his ear after a short nibble that we needed to fuck.

Looking around we realized that the bamboo garden was not a suitable place, so we continued to walk around, occasionally fingers flickering over each other’s pelvic areas. People were everywhere. After several more minutes of walking, we realized that we were either going to have to leave or find a way to fuck in front of everybody.

We sat on a bench in the middle of this circular garden to formulate a plan. The path winding through the gardens looped around where we were sitting, so we were visible from all 360°. We were talking, trying to figure out where we could have sex (home was too far away, hotels were too expensive — we could possibly go back to that business a few blocks away with an abandoned parking lot…), but the conversation became less verbal and increasingly more handsy.