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By *ose-tinted Glasses OP   Man
over a year ago

Glasgow / London

Some of the girls I’ve had fun with over the years have been writers. Sex bloggers, I guess. Girls who post their stories online.

Some of them have written about the things we’ve done together. I was flattered at the time, obviously. And they’ve been MUCH better writers than me.

Would anyone like to read a couple? I can copy/paste them here, or even just post links …

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By *ose-tinted Glasses OP   Man
over a year ago

Glasgow / London

I guess that’s a no, then. I’ll give the idea a miss.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Just seen this I'd be interested in reading

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By *ose-tinted Glasses OP   Man
over a year ago

Glasgow / London

Okay, just as I’d given up on the idea I’ll come back to it. I’ve had a few PMs asking me to go ahead too, so here goes. This was put online about six years ago (so I know she won’t mind me sharing her story), and I can confirm that I was *very* hungover when she came round …

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“Come on over and suck me. Please.” says the text…

I giggle to myself.

I’d known much earlier in the evening how this would go, but we’ve been texting back and forth for a bit, pretending that he’s not asking me to drive across a city to suck him off. Pretending that I’m not horny enough for him to actually do it.

The text is a mix of cheek and charm, of course. As ever. He knows I love dirty words, but that they should be framed in niceties.

Am I really going to drive across a city to give him a blow job because he’s tired and hungover? Really?

Judging by how tingly my bits are right now, I would say that on balance, yes. Yes, I am.

Ten minutes later I’m parking up outside his house.

He’s naked pretty quickly and lies back on his bed, his cock rock hard already, jutting out from his body at practically a 90 degree angle.

I start with some gentle licks, teasing. Round the head of his dick. So lightly I think at times he will only just feel me. Then shallow in my mouth, just the head again, occasionally stopping so we can kiss. Then my hand and my mouth.

All the time he’s watching me. He explains later that he can see right down my top to my tits, shelved by a pink lacy bra.

I’m taking my time, because I want to enjoy having him in my mouth, but also so that he can appreciate the view. And I like feeling that I’m the one in control, for once, his dick straining as my tongue flick, flits, flickers.

There’s a point when he gasps “I want to come, I want you to make me come…” and I realise that I’m moaning too, making little grunts as he thrusts into me.

He comes in my mouth, a series of twitches and judders, slightly bitter, slightly beery. I lick his cock clean like it’s an ice lolly.

I never actually undress. He doesn’t really touch me the whole time. I’m on my way home exactly 42 minutes after arriving.

Today. Today, I feel a bit ridiculous that I’d make a car journey to give someone a blow job. Not only am I ridiculous enough to do it, I’m probably ridiculous enough to wank over it for months afterwards.

But as I turn a page on the document I’m reading, I’m not really taking it in. I’m thinking about my lips on his gorgeous cock. How he looked, so hard, desperate for my mouth.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Great start Rose tinted

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By *ose-tinted Glasses OP   Man
over a year ago

Glasgow / London

I can’t take the compliment, she wrote that not me!

I’ll post another one up later.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Haha true but still a great story

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By *ose-tinted Glasses OP   Man
over a year ago

Glasgow / London

Another one, from the same girl. About the first night we spent together, so this one’s even older.

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It’s about 3am.

I’m in bed.

I’m not alone.

I met a boy, you see. And we end up going home together.

If I’m honest it’s been heading that way for a while, months even, despite my protests to the contrary.

Anyway, I think we’ve been in varying states of undress and kissing and blow-jobs for at least a couple of hours, more even. It’s one of those nights that’s a bit of a sexual smorgasbord.

But my really hot moment, the moment that I remember vividly, the moment that I think about for weeks afterwards (usually first thing in the morning, and last thing at night with my hand against my clit) goes like this:-

I’m on all fours, and he’s shagging me from behind, when he pauses. I’m wondering what he’s up to (why has he stopped!), when I feel him pressing his cock against my anus.

It’s important to note at this point, that we are not well established lovers. This is our first time. We don’t really know each, still. We don’t know what the other likes or dislikes. We’ve not really discussed it. We’ve never mentioned anal. He has no idea whether I like that sort of thing or not, whether it’s the sort of thing I’d be into. And I can guarantee you I probably don’t seem the type.

Weirdly, I don’t freak out about this. At all. In fact I keep quite still while my brain catches up with what my body is up to. I let him, I press back against him even, so that he can. And he does. It feels good, right even.

That moment is up there in my Top Five Most Erotic Moments. Ever.

Just that moment when we both pause, and he’s probably wondering whether I am going to go with this or not, and then I give him what he wants, because I want it too.

(I’m concentrating very hard on writing this blog, otherwise I may get – ahem – distracted by reminiscing and never finish it.)

Afterwards I comment to him that it was a risky manoeuvre. I have a friend of a friend who this happened to, who was not expecting anal, and didn’t want it, and she did freak out, and it ruined the whole thing. He agrees it was risky.

And this is where the consent issue gets interesting.

As I’ve mentioned, we’ve never discussed bumsex (it’s a silly name, but anal seems so formal), and I don’t think it’s really a standard part of most people’s sexual repertoire, it’s not something you would expect as a ‘given’. It could have gone so very, very wrong. What possessed him to even go there, I’ll never know. But he knew I was consenting. Not because I said so, but because of how my body reacted to him, that moment where I stay still and press back against him. And I also know that if there had been any indication from me at all that I wasn’t comfortable he would have stopped immediately.

But I think part of what made it so hot, was, in fact, the surprise element. The fact that he tried something I potentially was going to say no to, and I let him.

It’s all very well to say you should discuss limits and likes and dislikes, and I do agree with that, but perhaps it’s just as important to read body language, all these little signals, and be attuned to whether your partner is really getting off.

Because you don’t want to miss out on those surprise moments. Those surprise moments are pretty damn hot.

Anyway, must dash now…

…distracted, moi?

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By *ose-tinted Glasses OP   Man
over a year ago

Glasgow / London

Okay, last one. I’ll stop here.

This one’s by a different girl, but probably about as long ago. This one’s a bit longer.

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It could have gone either way to be honest. We’d chatted online for a while, long enough to decide we wanted each other.

And I was hoping it would go the right way.

He was in town only briefly, there were two chances to meet or not at all. But we happened to be in the same part of town, a coincidence that made it difficult to ignore.

I was at a work thing, then a dinner. As we settled up, I messaged to see how he was doing. His thing had finished – next thing I knew I was making excuses to leave and hailing a cab.

I ordered a cocktail once I arrived. It was late, past eleven on a work night. A Tuesday, no less. But I didn’t give a fuck.

He walked in and we immediately got on like the proverbial house on fire. I had the feeling this was going to be fun.

The bar emptied out, we were suddenly the last ones there.

We left, and with no negotiation or discussion I was in his hotel room. And what a hotel room.

Like the ones in my ultimate fantasy. Big bed, white sheets, more pillows than is ever necessary.

We ordered room service drinks and I suggested we get into bed. The room although stylish, wasn’t very warm. I got into bed fully dressed. He followed me. I wouldn’t take my knickers off until he’d seen and admired the back, sexy little lace up numbers.

The rest is a delicious blur, a string of sexy tableaux or dirty hot vignettes in which we moved seamlessly from one to the next. I wasn’t d*unk and neither was he, but our inhibitions left us as soon as we hit the sheets.

He was a total gentleman and nothing felt strange or wrong.

He went down on me the first time and I exploded, shudders going through my body as if I’d had an electric shock. I moaned the place down, I’d lost control of my body.

Then later again, but him crouching beside me with his dick almost in my face, I rubbed it and teased him into a 69 position, adjusting myself to take the full length of his cock in my mouth as his lips teased and swelled my clit and built to another incredible orgasm.

I wanted to try for the first time with my head upside down hanging off the edge of the bed, him behind me feeding his length into my mouth, gently, carefully, with no danger or threat. It worked perfectly.

Then me kneeling between his legs, him holding my hair off my face so he could see me deep-throating him. My eyes watering, I gagged. I loved the feel of it at the back of my throat, filling my mouth. I could have stayed going up and down his beautiful cock all day. I pulled up and drooled a little, coming up for air. I looked up at him. He pulled my face up to his to kiss me.

Him feeding me his fingers whilst his other hand was busy fingering my pussy, one two, three fingers and one in my ass for good measure. It was gorgeousness and gorgeousity itself, as Alex says in ‘A Clockwork Orange’.

Excuses were made about condoms, but for once I had come prepared. It was a shame I only had three.

We’d sleep for maybe 10/20minutes at a time and then start up again. Teasing each other into submission, feeling under the sheets for wet bits, hard bits, bits that seemed to fit together so fucking perfectly.

I came three times from his tongue alone that night. I was in another place entirely. Utterly insatiable, I couldn’t get enough. Each orgasm was more delicious than the last, and the pleasure was intense.

Early morning, him half asleep and snoring a little, I moved under the covers to give him a special wake up call. I licked the tip of his head and circled it with my tongue. Then took him in my mouth, sliding up and down his cock and softly cupping his balls, him moaning and starting to realise what was happening, me rubbing myself with my fingers slowly and then faster as his moans became quicker.

The final flourish – climbing on top of him, both of us still half asleep, him sliding his cock inside in one smooth movement, riding him with the most delicious orgasm building. I bent over him, tits in his face and pulled him closer inside me, riding and grinding the most delicious feeling so ready to come again. The orgasm rose and fell, rose and fell. I couldn’t tell if he was close or not, if I stopped moving he started again, it was like clockwork. Both our faces contorted in pleasure, the feeling was incredible, so close to losing it, then oh god there it is there it is then suddenly oh god oh god oh god that’s IT.

We came almost together, neither of us able to speak our mouths were so dry.

I had to leave at 7.30am in order to get to work. How on earth I made it through to 5pm I will never know.

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By *ose-tinted Glasses OP   Man
over a year ago

Glasgow / London

I’ve been a lucky guy. Reading these back reminds me.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Wow that last one sounds amazing.

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