I love sex, a lot.I find myself stroking my shaft just to feel good. When it became too extreme, I had a conversation with my therapist who suggested to me to have a girlfriend.But most girls these days don't like boys as nerdy as me. They prefer the bad boys than boys like me.I see her everyday. Tanya Tucker is her name. Not so full on the chest, her derriere is quite the sizable amount that makes my dick jerk anytime I see her. And her legs, oh father, they turned me on. I could stare at them all day, watching her - without a stroke of my hand on my shaft, and it launch a load of mighty cum.I long to touch her, peel every damn clothing on her and watch her touch herself before sliding into her.My imagination are wild.Yes, I am freaky but I suppose that is what make a man.And I'm back at it again but this time more grand. Since I had the luxury to afford some street girl, I threw across her a red wig and crimson eye blind."Wear this," I said to the blonde girl."Boy, you tel
My head jerked.The loud ring of my phone jarring into my sleep. My eyes fluttered open lazily. A hands over my head, I stretched as a yawn shook me.Someone was beside me. I jerked, hugging myself. Ben laid beside me, deep in sleep. For a moment, I'd completely forgotten what had transpired between us. One look at my body and it all came rushing back at me.He forcing me over at the glass door, stripping me from my robe.Next, he had chased me round the kitchen island until he finally succeeded to making me beg to be penetrated.The way he kissed me _ had he kissed me?Yes, I had allowed it and I enjoyed every second of the way his tongue had sloshed into my mouth.My phone rang out again.And I jetked my head towards the lampstand. On the shelf where the lamp stood, I reached for my phone.It was Finn."Come open up," he commanded.My eyes bulged, and straight it landed at Ben who was comfortably sleeping beside me."Where are you?" I asked, letting my eyes note the time. It was al
His dare had sounded so tempting to my ears. I felt his hand rubbing against my labia again. "Oh, Janice. How badly do you want me?" He teased me before plunging his already soaked hand into his mouth.I could smell the sweet aroma of my scent on his hand. And when our gazes flickered for a second - he leaned in in that moment.His breath fanned me, "Delilah never tasted this good.""I'm no Delilah," my breath was harsh against his face. I hated to be compared with another but that had been what I'd been doing with Finn and Ben recently.Comparing both would be an understatement.Ben was damn good, would evoke that stir in me. And probably much worst than I expected."Does my words cut into you?" He smirked.I tried to back out from him. "We aren't done, Janice. Not yet." He circled his bulge against me, reminding me that he was in control."Just get off me." I squirmed."No," he said into my ears, "not until I'm done with you."His words. What they do to me.How it danced and tanta
When I arrived home, I rushed into my bathroom, slipped out from the jacket Finn had given to me and let the showers run. Every memory of how Ben had touched me lingered still. I scrubbed with a heavy sponge but it couldn't wash off the moans which Ben had evoked in me. He had turned me on, and against all odds I had thoroughly enjoyed the way he made love to me. Made love to me? That wasn't love making. That was forceful taking of my body, and Finn had enjoyed every moment of it. Infact while he was giving me a jacket to conceal my already torn clothes, he made a mention that he would like to watch me and Ben go at it again. Perhaps my skin should have crawled at the mention. Maybe my stomach could have heaved upwards and make me want to retch up vomit. But one look at Ben, all disgust died, and what was there was a reminder of what he'd done to me. The aftertaste of his penetration. His lips on mine. His hands on my breasts, and the way he squeezed them to his
"How about we exchange partners? Say, you take my girl in a wild sex while I take yours?" Ben asked, eying me from the rim of his cup. My eyes bulged at the suggestion. Where the hell had that come from? Ben was my boyfriend's bestfriend, and I intently knew how much he wanted me. The memory of his eyes gnawed at me. The way he quietly observe my movements, the way his tongue flickered over his lips whenever my gaze tilted to his face... Twice I'd caught him stroking himself while he watched me. It was disgusting. And when I called Finn's attention towards it, he waved it off - disbelieving in such a cranky tale. That was what he'd called it - a buff. "I'll have you one day, Janice." Ben had promised me. That had never ended well of course, I'd punched him in the face once he said that but Finn never supported my hitting his friend. One look at Finn, I just hoped that he wasn't considering what Ben had just said. Ben's girlfriend didn't seem to care either, she was
Smith rubbed his fingers across my slit vigorously, the ache between my legs began build that I clung to him - gasping."Of course, you don't want me to leave. I'm the only one who knows how to turn you up," he said, flicking his wet tongue on my nipples.They tingled and ached.Smith jerked up slightly, taking off my panties. The duvet cover that had concealed the lower part of his body rolled off revealing his grown fat cock.My breath began to race. It felt just like yesterday and the anticipation was slowing biting at me."Don't give me such look," I hissed.He laughed, spreading my legs to ease his frame between. "I don't understand why we broke up, one touch and you want me badly."I rolled my eyes, hating myself for him to be able to read my weakness. "If you're going to keep on talking, just roll off my body." I reached out to drum a fist as usual on his chest but he caught my small hand."You see something about you, you're too damn proud to admit you're wrong," he found my c