Naked Truth

His blue eyes stared into mine like waves crashing in the darkness as our bodies fumbled towards each other. His pink, sweet, swollen lips pressed against mine like a familiar lover, like it had all happened before. For the first time I saw the small hairs of his back rise in the gray sunlight that bled through half-opened blinds. I could hear my breath against his neck as his hands cupped my body into his, keeping me close like a keepsake. The warmth of my heaving breasts reverberated against his chest as I bent down towards him, my wild hair canopying our faces. Not a single word was spoken then, just breath as we pushed closer towards each other, as we felt the easy rhythm of our heated bodies, as we kept open eyes. Closer then quicker, and space no longer existed except for around us as I arched my back and his body sunk into mine. Silence and his azure eyes burned through skin. 

We stumble into the darkness.  Piece by piece we pull off our clothing, quickly and thoughtlessly, as shadows begin to rapidly fall upon our bare flesh. My hand trembles upon his cheek as I press my lips against his, then behind his ear and down his neck. I guide him towards the bed. He sits before me. I straddle him, lean in, and whisper, “I want you to choke me.” He grins devilishly as he grabs a fistful of my hair, pulls me towards his face and kisses me hard. He pushes me onto the bed and gets up. “Wait here,” he says. I lie on the sheets anxiously. I begin to play with my stiff nipples and squirm as I move my other hand slowly down to my warm, wet cunt. Before I lose all control, he comes back, and stands at the doorway dangling a pair of handcuffs.

“Crawl to me, slut.”

I blush, but gladly obey.  

Music majors are wonderful. 

Note: Here’s the story about how I lost my virginity, you Tumblerererers have been asking so much about. I cannot be held accountable for how unsexy it is. I was a virgin, remember?

It was my first year of college, I had just turned 19, and Halloween festivities were in the air. My roommate had a friend, D, who had his own apartment off campus, and since we couldn’t drink in our dorm we decided to go to his place.

I slipped on my black, thigh high stockings and grey pleated skirt. I didn’t bother buttoning my white oxford blouse and instead tied it up à la Britney Spears, so my red lace bra was nearly entirely visible. I stepped into my red patent leather heels and spritz every inch of myself with vanilla-scented perfume before I donned a pair of horn-rimmed glasses.

My friends and I decided to pregame a bit before leaving, mostly because we didn’t want to walk around in our heels totally sober.

I was feeling pretty good when we finally left our building. Skin was flooding the streets and there wasn’t a single sober person. The walk to D’s place was a bit long but once we got there we were greeted with a beer pong table and a round of shots.

I had met D the night before and we had flirted a bit. He was sweet, shy, and attractive in a non-conventional way. He was dressed up as a football player, which didn’t suit his body type at all. I thought he was cute and went over to join him by the kitchen counter.

“I like your costume,” he said. “Especially the glasses.”

Thanks.

Without wasting a single moment, he slipped my glasses off, grabbed me by the waist and kissed me. I took a fistful of his jersey and pulled him closer to me as he took up my leg. Liquid courage had kicked in and I felt daring and uncontrollably horny. He lifted me onto the counter, spread my legs and kept kissing me.

We finally made our way to his room.

I clumsily fell onto his bed, slipped my skirt off and kicked off my heels. He fell on top of me while I struggled to take my panties off. The room was dark and our breath smelled of vodka. The party was loud outside and we hadn’t even locked the door. Next thing I know he’s thrusting. I had no idea what was happening. This wasn’t what I wanted. Was it?

I couldn’t feel him inside of me. Was I that wet? Was he that small?

My roommate walked in on us but he kicked her out. I wanted to stop. I couldn’t remember if he had put on a condom.

I hurriedly put my costume back on. I ran out of the room, terribly confused and lost.

My roommates were gone and the next thing I know I’m calling my best friend, sobbing, telling her that I had just lost my virginity to a guy who had his ears pierced. I felt like a cliché. I felt lonely and too drunk.

D came out to talk to me and I walked away. I left. I didn’t know where to go. I took off my heels and waddled over to my guitar teacher’s apartment. He was sweet, blonde and I had a crush on him. He opened the door, dressed in a Peter Pan costume, and I felt like I had just met my knight in shining armor. I have a Peter Pan fantasy and this was about as close as I was going to get to it.

I slurred my story to him and he hugged me.

“Make yourself comfortable.”

My night ended with a joint and Pulp Fiction.

The next morning I had a hickey the size of Russia and sore inner thighs. I was no longer a virgin.

“Do you feel any different?” my friends asked.

No, not at all.

Twice. 

I’m on my third month of being entirely sexless and I’ve never been hornier than I am this week. It’s brutal. All I want is a warm body on top of me, under me, behind me…Somebody’s fingers sneaking under my dress as I bend over, sliding my soaked panties to the side, exposing me…Your tongue teasing my pink, pulsating clit…

It’d be easy to go next door, knock on B’s door and undergo a mediocre fuck. However, I don’t want a mediocre fuck. I want a great fuck. A fantastically electrifying, earth-rumbling fuck. I want to be able to say, “That was the best I’ve ever had” (the best I’ve ever had was a 28-year old, frat dude, who also had a handicap hand, if you were wondering). I want to be blown away. And then I want to sit around drinking beers, talking about books, music and pop culture, possibly share a smoke and finally nap. Then wake up and sex it all up again.

Honestly, I just want a charming man who knows his way around a clit. Hell, be an asshole, but be a charmingly witty, preferably generous asshole and share your beer with me afterwards. I’ll share my cookies, I promise.

I wait for you at the bottom of the staircase, anxiously fidgeting with my fingers, constantly tugging at the hem of my dress for no reason, looking down at my wrist for a watch that isn’t there. It’s the first time we’re meeting, so I’m wearing almost exactly what you asked me to: a dress and thigh-high stockings. I decided last-minute to turn in the heels for a pair of black lace-up boots. 

I see you walk towards me. You have a devilish smirk across your scruffy face, your eyes twinkling with wicked delight. You look terribly handsome and I can’t help but let my mind wander…

You walk right up to me, but before I can get a single word out you tell me to take off my clothes. “Drop them,” you say. Somewhat nervous I do as you say quickly. I drop my dress, bra and panties to the floor, and am left only wearing my stockings and boots. You tell me to get on all fours on the staircase and to crawl up. I start crawling, feeling suddenly cold and terrified someone may see me. I look up at you but you simply lead me up the stairs, pulling my hair the entire way.  

You take me into a pristine room, perfect and ready for us. You close the door softly behind us while I’m still on my hands and knees. I don’t dare look back at you. I feel you come up from behind me. You lean down towards me to inspect my sex. I hear you let out a chuckle as you notice that I’m already aroused, my warm cunt gushing. With one hand you smooth over my right ass cheek, and with the other you suddenly slide a finger into me. I squirm in shock, but you quickly take it out. “You dirty-minded, slut,” you say as I see you lick your finger and you walk in front of me.  

You stand in front of me, but I keep my stare to the ground. You put your warm hand on my cheek and bring me up to my knees. I look up at you as you start to undo your pants. You smile at me, and I feel safe.

With your pants and boxer briefs at your ankles I finally marvel at how delicious you look. I balance my self before you and take your cock into my hands. I begin by licking it from the end of shaft to the head, letting my tongue wander over and under every ridge and vein, tasting every inch with excited anticipation. I swirl my tongue around the head like I would a lollipop and finally take you. I tighten my lips around you, suctioning the head—suction and release. I hold your stiff shaft in one hand and gently tug your balls with the other. I keep suctioning, allowing my saliva to flow freely from my mouth before I slowly begin to take you deeper into my mouth. I grab onto your hips, taking you further into my mouth, massaging the underside with my tongue. I look up at you, and you nod in pleasure.

You undo the clip in my hair, grabbing fistfuls of my curls and push my head towards your hips. I take you wholly into my willing mouth, my tongue playfully tickling your balls. You hold me there a moment as I gag on your cock and tears begin to stream down my cheeks. You let me come up for air, but only for a moment. I look up at you and saliva drips from my swollen lips. You look down at me for that moment before taking me again, this time with every intention of face fucking me. I keep my mouth wide open, holding on to your hips for balance as you keep thrusting into my face.  You push your dick deep down my throat, as far as I can take it, and once more hold my head there. I feel your warm cum down my throat before slowly sliding my lips up your cock. 

I lift my hand to wipe my face but you stop me as you say, “Don’t. You look perfect.”

You motion me to lie down and to keep my arms at my sides. Lightly, with one foot, you step on my belly, keeping me firmly placed where I am. You bend down and gently hold my neck with one hand. You look straight at me as you slip your finger between the moist warmth between my legs…