Whether I’m writing
about joining the mile high club, attending a “kissing party”, or the joy that comes with not caring about pubic hair, I frequently address my sexual coexistence straightforwardly. Once in a while, I even administer spontaneous exhortation in light of individual encounters on matters such as staying faithful, and which unbalanced situations couples ought to anticipate to face in the sack.
For this roundup of sensual stories, however, I
cast a wide net. What I discovered is that everyone seems to have a saucy tale
worth sharing. Below are the top 5 anecdotes of the lot, which are sure to
leave you flesh thirsty. (Each story has been edited for clarity.)
1. Jerking around in-flight
(male, 30)
My
college girlfriend had an insatiable appetite for sex. So an hour before heading
to the airport to catch a flight to Italy in 2002 (the trip was our graduation
gift to ourselves), we had sex. By the time we were boarding, she was already
ready for more. Naturally, we checked out the plane’s bathroom, but we agreed
that it looked too cramped for a mid-air romp.
Undeterred,
my gal summoned a flight attendant shortly after takeoff and requested two
blankets. Then she draped the navy blue polyester throws over my lap, slipped
her hand beneath the makeshift barrier, withdrew my dick, and massaged me to
erection. Bear in mind that we were in a three-seat row. She was by the window,
I was in the center, and a middle-aged European dude neither of us knew was
sitting near the aisle.
While
jerking me off as slowly as possible so as not to raise suspicion, she
whispered in my ear that she wanted to make me come. It was odd being
shoulder-to-shoulder with a complete stranger, and it wasn’t easy to muffle my
increasingly heavy breathing, but it was incredibly hot to do something so
daring out in the open. After about half an hour, I came, smiling wide, aware
that I would never forget that less-than-innocent hand job.
2. Starfucking (female, 20)
The Spring Fling concert is a major campus event at my small
liberal arts college. So when the famous rapper we’d all been looking forward
to seeing for weeks singled me out and pulled me up on stage mid-performance,
it was a big deal. Dancing alongside a verified celeb in front of the entire
school, I inevitably got a little drunk on my five minutes of spotlight. I
decided right then and there that I was DTF (down to fuck).
But
what transpired between us wasn’t the wild, disconnected sex I anticipated. To
start, the dapper rapper nibbled on my toes. He followed that intimate gesture
by caressing my body tenderly all over. Then he told me he could love me, and
offered to pay for my college education! The next morning, he invited all my
friends out to brunch.
As
soon as he left town, the reality that he was twice my age, lived in Atlanta,
and traveled constantly set in. When he texted a few days later, I was shocked
he hadn’t forgotten me already. My ego begged me to respond. But rather than
draw the whole thing out and make myself vulnerable to disappointment, I chose
not to taint a precious one-night stand. Hopefully the disappointment didn’t
kill him!
3. Suddenly single, seeking
sex cure (female, 35)
As
soon as my divorce became official a few years back, I took a job working as a
television producer that required traveling across the country with the show’s
cast and crew. As I interacted with more and more new people for a few days at
a time, I formulated a theory: The only way to cleanse my sexual palate of
ex-husband residue was to sleep with a total stranger.
I
was unwinding at the bar of a cheap, cozy hotel in the middle of America one
night when a handsome traveling salesman started flirting with me: The
perfectly clichéd opportunity to regain control of my sex life, right? Then I
noticed his wedding ring. At the risk of wasting erotic energy, I addressed the
issue directly.
“My
wife and I have an understanding,” he said.
Upstairs
in his hotel room, we stripped off our clothes and attacked each other. We went
at it three times in a row, and with each orgasmic round I shed a layer of the
post-divorce blues, just as I’d hoped.
The
next morning, my healer of a salesman and I woke up to a call from his wife and
his guilty tone revealed that his marital “agreement” was probably one-sided.
Honestly, though, I didn’t feel bad. I needed to get laid, and I was grateful
to be cured.
4. MILF-schooled (male, 27)
At
21, I caught an older, beautiful, fit, blonde woman staring at me from across a
club in downtown Fort Lauderdale. Soon enough, she asked me to dance. We didn’t
hook up that night, but she gave me her number and I pledged not to let the
opportunity slip before leaving for school in two weeks.
That
Friday night, she scooped me from my parents’ place in an Escalade and drove me
to her suburban McMansion, where two other badass cars were parked in the
driveway, and, apparently, two young kids were tucked in bed.
“My
ex husband’s a baller,” she explained.
I
didn’t ask questions.
After
the babysitter showed up, my MILF and I headed to the nearest strip club—her
choice, not mine. A dozen lap dances later, around 5am, we checked into a
hotel. As soon as the door slammed behind us, I started kissing her and
fondling her breasts like I would with a woman my age.
“Don’t
rush,” she said.
I
took the cue. By the time I climbed on top of her, the sun was rising. Finally!
I thought. I entered her eagerly, and she moaned loudly. Overwhelmed by the
excitement of pleasing an older woman, however, I blew my load in seconds. The
upside to being young is that I was erect again in minutes, and I managed to
prove myself during round two. On top of checking off an important bucket list
item, I learned something about pacing, and redemption.
5. It’s good to give (female,
34)
In my late 20s, I voyaged all over Europe with a nearby sweetheart. It was our last day in Bulgaria when an astonishingly well-manufactured gentleman with truly thick dull eyebrows strolled into our inn. I was more physically pulled in to him than I'd been to anybody in quite a while, and following quite a while of exploring without attaching, I was out and out hungry for sex. Checking out the tent, I could tell I wasn't the main invested individual. I'm not forceful by nature, yet I knew I needed to stomp the opposition quick or miss my possibility.
When my target set his sacks down, I snatched him by the arm and introduced outside. We visited for two minutes oblivious, amid which time I took in two things about him: He was a British-Indian beginner boxer, which clarified the conditioned body, and he was seven years more seasoned than I was. That was sufficient for me to yank his belt off and pull his jeans down. Right outside the stuffed lodging, I issued him a slippery caress with more energy than I'd ever committed to oral sex. The minute requested extemporaneous activity, and it was justified, despite all the trouble. Who knew it could be so damn fulfilling to be so generous?
When my target set his sacks down, I snatched him by the arm and introduced outside. We visited for two minutes oblivious, amid which time I took in two things about him: He was a British-Indian beginner boxer, which clarified the conditioned body, and he was seven years more seasoned than I was. That was sufficient for me to yank his belt off and pull his jeans down. Right outside the stuffed lodging, I issued him a slippery caress with more energy than I'd ever committed to oral sex. The minute requested extemporaneous activity, and it was justified, despite all the trouble. Who knew it could be so damn fulfilling to be so generous?
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