She was kind enough to wait in the car for me while i ran back upstairs to retrieve my phone which i’d left, probably by the coffee machine. When i opened the door, i could hear him stirring in the bedroom and i couldn’t resist. I lifted my dress and took off my thong, crawling gently on top of him - i made it clear that i needed him. He was ready for me and for a split second we stared each other down. After that it was a frenzy of fingers, thrusts, kisses, and moans. I don’t think i’ve ever cum so quickly in my life.
It was all such a blur.
So, i confess i had sex with him while you waited in the car.
I was having a hard time thinking up an idea for today as I’ve tried a lot and am generally willing to try anything once as long as it is legal and consensual with partners. I received a couple of rather snotty anon messages concerning my size, and my confession is that I have never and will never worry about the size of my cock.
I’ve always figured that it’s not something I can change, and as long as my partners enjoy themselves it isn’t an issue. I hope that your male followers feel the same way about themselves, or can learn to love and flaunt what they’ve got. So here I am, enjoying a pot of coffee and appreciating my body. Hope you and yours can appreciate it too!
It seems to me we’re constantly worried about the size of the wrong parts of our bodies. Cocks, tits, bellies, boobs, butts, hips - instead of the things we can change and expand - our hearts and our minds. We all need to have a cup of coffee and learn to love others for who they are.
I have always had a thing for teachers. I remember being in Grade 6 and having the biggest crush on one of my teachers. Turns out that would be the beginning of a long trend of crushes and [once I was older] a relationship with someone who taught high school English.
: My political science professor in first year university, was handsome, well educated and a pompous asshole. I hated him as much as I adored him and it drove me mental. He gave me a poor grade on a paper I wrote to teach me a lesson to not argue with him in class. I went to his office hours to demand a better mark, and after fifteen minutes of bickering back and fourth the sexual tension in the room was almost palpable. he told me to leave and I said no .. and then we had the hottest sex imaginable. We were right in the middle of it and as he was about to finish and I said he wasn’t allowed to unless he bumped up my grade. he agreed, climaxed, and fell to the floor. I quickly got dressed, took one of his red pens and drew a huge A on my paper, and left him there. I got my grade, and he never argued with me again.
On our third date last night I finally went back to his and we fucked. Our first time was pretty terrible- We’d stumbled through his door in our drunken state and I’d turned the light off but it was rather dark so I tripped and we fell over. We were half dressed trying to move to the bed and undress. It was all rather funny and I couldn’t help but laugh. We went at it for a while but, being a gentleman, he refused to come before I did. Needless to say, I didn’t come, as always, so we fell asleep together entwined in the sheets, his hand resting round my stomach.
Morning came around and after some heavy petting, he went down on me. This time his oral skills and some harsh nipple tugging of mine helped me to orgasm so he practically leapt upon me to fuck so he could finally come. He lifted my legs to rest on his shoulders and thrust hard in the missionary position over and over. It was blissful. I ended up letting him come in my mouth (which I don’t love) and I swallowed (which I don’t love even more!).
I’m sore as hell this evening but I had a wonderful night and I’m hoping there’s a repeat asap! C-C <3
CC - what a sexy little confession. I’m glad to hear you enjoyed yourselves, sore muscles and all. You’re looking really fantastic - i can almost see the glow!