Dreamlike

I was at a house party acting like myself – hanging in a corner with a drink and not interacting with a single human. I saw my friend out of the corner of my eye. She was keeping the attention of three guys with her slight smile and the occasional flip of her long, blonde hair. The guys didn’t seem to be competing for her attention, just all taking turns naturally. I continued to survey the room and didn’t notice anyone looking my way, not even the slightest glance. Typical.

I slipped into the kitchen for another drink and couldn’t find my friend when I came back out. I looked around on my own for a few minutes before shyly asking a stranger if they’d seen her. A couple people brushed me off before the third told me they saw her go in the backyard. I found my way to the back door and didn’t see anyone outside. There was a small barn with a light shining through a couple small windows. I walked across the backyard and stood outside the barn door. I heard multiple laughs and other talking voices, but couldn’t make out any words.

I slowly cracked the door of the barn and peered in. I saw two bodies at first glance, shirtless men with their backs to me. As my head fully crossed the threshold of the doorway, I saw the last shirtless man, and the others, facing a bed in the center of the the room. My body made it’s way to the other side of the door, but I didn’t venture more than a few steps into the room. As the laughter continued, the men shifted slightly and I saw what they were focusing on… her.

She was only wearing a slip now and she leaned back on her elbows. Her smile was much wider than she displayed inside and her eyes beckoned the men to her. They approached her one by one, each taking several minutes exploring their own personal desires. One roughly, only softly, and one merely teasing her. Her face told me that she enjoyed the teasing the most. A twin flame. After the third man had his solo turn, the other two men joined him and they each chose a hole of her body.

They were respectful with their sharing; each man had a satisfactory amount of time in each hole. Each switch was seamless and it didn’t seem this was their first time. I could see a look of sheer satisfaction on my friend’s face, even when her expression was being obstructed by a hard cock plunging in her throat. The men released their loads all over her body in succession and she happily accepted it. They all laid next to each other as though they were one polyamorous group basking in the afterglow of their group sex.

I slowly backed out of the door and crossed the yard into the house. I found my way back to my corner with a drink and kept a smile on my face as I replayed the show in the shed over and over in my mind.

Exploration

I’m quite a sexually adventurous person. Other than physical pain and bathroom fluids coming into contact with my skin, I have never said no to anything. My motto is try everything twice, sometimes three times. Taylor was quite an experienced person. I found out a little more about his past sexual encounters during our pillow talk sessions after sex. He never offered the information, I often had to pry. I’m not sure why that was because I’m clearly not the judgmental type. But all of this experience is probably why he never asked me what I liked or didn’t, he just seemed to know.

Here are some things Taylor did with me that never happened before:

• “Open your mouth.” Taylor was inside me slow stroking when he said this. I did as he said and he spit in my mouth. It wasn’t a disgusting, messy spit, but it just slid off his tongue right onto mine. It was such a small gesture, but surprisingly, it turned me on. A lot. He did ask me to reciprocate a few times and I did, but I didn’t get nearly as much enjoyment out of it as when it was done to me. He usually did it on his own, but I did make the request a few times. He seemed happy that I asked, as if his impression on me was and was more than happy to oblige.
• Taylor and I were usually chest to chest during his turn on top, but he would occasionally sit up to watch himself penetrate me. As he pulled out, nearly completely, he wiped away all of my juices off his cock and wiped them on my face. I wasn’t turned on by this, but I wasn’t turned off either. He did it several times and seemed to enjoy it, so I let him keep doing it. I just had to remember to clean my face afterwards.
• Most of my sexual partners, around 90%, were not significantly invested in whether or not I had an orgasm. Most guys just assume that I did based on noises I made, but they never felt it in my body. Taylor was fully invested in my experience AND the outcome. I had an orgasm almost every time we had sex. The times I didn’t finish, were not for a lack of effort on his part, but it was a mind block on my end.
• I always wanted a guy that took charge. Most guys do a little, but Taylor took charge every time. He either did what he wanted to me, told me what to do, or made me do what he wanted. I was wholly submissive to him during sex and it was pleasurable beyond measure.

I think he liked doing things to me that were probably considered more taboo and I fucking loved it. He definitely set the bar for future experiences.

Out of Town

The way Taylor got me to do things was like black magic. He would tell me to do something and I would oblige, no questions asked.

Taylor had a second place 3 hours east of where we both lived. I met him out there once because we hadn’t seen each other in about 3 weeks due to conflicting schedules. It was about 10 pm when I arrived, but all that tiredness faded when I saw his wide smile. We made our way inside and got comfortable in bed right away. He turned on a documentary about tracking polar bears in Antarctica, but we only watched the first 20 minutes or so. His hand was grazing my body since the documentary started and at the 20 minute mark, his hand reached my clit.

Taylor was 6′ 4″ and left handed, which suited our sexual dynamic quite well. He could reach all parts of my body with ease and he was able to do his best work in my favorite position. I rolled over to face him and we started kissing deeply while he continued to massage my clit. We made our way through the various foreplay roles before he slowly penetrated me with his rock hard cock. His left hand grabbed the perfect amount of hair and pulled hard, while his right hand braced himself on top of me. He liked to start slow and build, which I think was part of the reason I was able to orgasm every single time. He kissed my lips and neck, giving each a little nibble as he moved on.

He moved to lay beside me, my left leg over his hip, and told me to “rub that pussy.” Taylor was now pulling my hair with his right hand and squeezing my tits with his left. He forced my head up so I could watch him thrust into me while I continued to rub my clit. He slowed his pace drastically, even stopping at one point, to just insert the tip of his cock in slow, delicate strokes. I came fast and hard. My body seized and I could hear him saying, “Yeah, let it go for Daddy. Cum all over that dick.”

My body started to relax and he pulled out. Without me moving, he sat on my face, shoving his cock in my throat. “Taste that, bitch.” As I gagged, he kept himself deep down my throat, pulling out just long enough to take a breath in preparation for the next thrust. Every bit of juice I left on him was making it’s way down my throat. Still in my mouth, Taylor bent over and started licking my pussy. After a few seconds, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and replaced it with his balls. He was so close to my face already that I didn’t even have to lift my head to get the whole thing in my mouth.

He stuck two fingers, then three in my still dripping pussy and licked my clit. He shifted his body forward once more until his asshole was above my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and he welcomed it. He settled in again and commanded me to keep going. I wanted to reach up and stroke his cock, but his knees had my arms pinned. He eventually sat up giving me full access to him while he stroked his cock. It didn’t take long before I felt his warm load on my chest.

I wish I could say I had the most amazing sleep after this, but his tossing and turning was to my detriment. I packed up fairly early the next morning so I could get home in time to welcome my kid back, but I thought about our rendezvous for days.

The Beginning of Something Great

The first time I saw Taylor, I was instantly drawn to his photo. It wasn’t because he looked like an African god, but I felt something I can’t describe. There wasn’t much on his Bumble profile, so I exited out of the app because I was conflicted and I wasn’t sure why. Each time I opened the app, I would swipe on a couple people before his profile came up again. I exited the app three times before finally swiping right the fourth time I saw him. An automatic match. I sent him something tame, but inquisitive, for a first message and he was ready.

I am pretty thorough with my dating app bios. I put a few facts about me, what I’m looking for, and I give a wide range of current photos. Even if I’m only going to have sex with someone, I need to have some chemistry and common ground if it’s going to be enjoyable. I don’t like bios that are blank and will automatically swipe left. Taylor didn’t have a lot included in his bio and he only had 3 pictures of himself in his car at night, which was part of my hesitancy in swiping.

His first message back to me was something like, “I know you’re gonna be nasty enough for me considering you have a picture of yourself brushing your teeth.” I was at my mom’s house when he sent it and I was grinning like someone that just won the Powerball. He continued sending me engaging voice messages while I was at my mom’s house and I would sneak into the bathroom to listen to them. We texted not too long after that and had our first FaceTime that same night. He wanted to come over, but it was a week night and I wasn’t going to allow a stranger to come over while my kid was there.

We FaceTimed everyday until we finally met in person about 10 days later. We met at a place called Cake Bar and then had dinner afterwards. Of course my child decided to FaceTime right in the middle of dinner, but Taylor didn’t mind that I stepped outside to take the call. The chemistry was borderline combustible. His positive and confident energy was palpable and it was almost as if it transferred to me. I’m not known for either of those things, but I felt them that night.

We met close to my house, so he followed me back. From the first kiss, I was hooked. I was dripping wet and we hadn’t even made it past first base. Like a freshman girl being asked to prom by a senior, I completely gave myself over to him. The way he touched me, read my cues, responded to reactions from my body. It was all dream-like and I was putty in his hands. His dedication to my pleasure was welcomed and I had one of the strongest orgasms I could remember up until that point.

Contradictory to his positive and warm energy, he turned out to be just as nasty as I was.