My Boyfriend Came Inside Me and Then Ate the Creampie From My Messy Pussy
Long post. I need to get this off my chest...
You guys…
I have to tell you about the most incredible experience I had the other night. I’m going to try to detail it the best I can because it’s a story worth telling, so this will be long. It’s over 3,500 words.
I want to start writing longer stories like this more regularly. Hopefully I can continue to find the time to detail every kinky bit of my current sex life.
If you need to come back to it, bookmark it and read it when you have time. Trust me—it’ll be worth it.
My boyfriend surprised me with an incredible sex excursion. I had no idea what I was in for.
Like most days, it started with a boring day at the office. I wasn’t expecting much when I noticed I’d received an email from my guy. He writes me sweet emails from time to time. It’s what makes him so special in my eyes. But this was the first time he wrote me something that reads like an erotica novel.
It read like something I would write, which is very out of character for him.
He started off just talking about time and space and how being in the same space all the time can remind you of life’s constraints. When you’re at home, you’re burdened by a ton of responsibilities. He explained that sometimes you have to get away from your obligations and go to an entirely new place.
Then he started fantasizing through text, telling me about the stuff he daydreams about when we’re not together. He said he constantly fantasizes about taking me to a new place with a ton of space and none of the baggage of the memories from home. He vividly explained how he wanted to take his time with me in a new place where he didn’t have to be reminded of work the next day or bills.
I fully understand that.
His fantasy was really descriptive.
He told me he would want me to enter a rented room, like an Airbnb or something, and we’d sit across from one another and discuss fantasies, past sexual adventures, and more. In the past, I’ve dated guys who shook with rage at the thought of me having sex with an ex-boyfriend. Thankfully, my current partner actually finds my stories hot.
He doesn’t judge me for where I’ve been, what I’ve done, or who I’ve fucked, which is a huge plus for any man. It shows you how mature someone is
He told me he wants to hear my stories and any sexual ideas I might have that we haven’t covered. Sometimes, we’ll be getting hot and heated, making out, touching each other, and we both know sex is imminent. He’ll ask me, whispering under his breath, “Tell me a story…” and I know exactly what he wants.
Just to clarify, my ex-boyfriend of several years loved to watch me get fucked by other men. My current boyfriend and I haven’t taken that step (yet), but I think it’s inevitable. It turns him on to think about it. He loves to hear stories about all the dirty shit I’ve done with other men in the past.
That’s a big part of why I tell these stories online now, and I hope you find them just as enchanting and titillating as he does.
He said he wanted to take his time with me, kiss me all over, smell my pussy, suck my tits, and so much more.
Panties. Instantly. Soaked.
When I was on the way home, he sent me a message saying I should pack my stuff because he booked a room. Stimulation filled me up from the tips of my pussylips to my throat. I assumed he would just email me the fantasy, and we’d come home and fuck each other’s brains out. But he was actually telling me exactly what he was going to do to me.
We showed up at the hotel and talked for a bit. He told me more about his fantasies, and it made me feel really comfortable. He clarified how much he loved eating me out after a long day at work when I’m all “fresh” for him.
This took some getting used to because it clashes with so much we’re taught about hygiene and sex, but now I’m comfy giving him exactly what he wants—an aromatic pussy on his face.
As we talked, I briefly mentioned a few of my old tales while we kissed intermittently. We would make out and then stop. He’d kiss me and pull away. It was like he was teasing me. I wanted it so bad. My arousal had been building up since I was back at the office—that was like 6 hours ago.
My body was already begging to cum, and here he was, giving me the push-and-pull bullshit. He knows how much I love it, even if it frustrates me.
The frustration is low-key kind of a major turn-on, ngl.
As I packed my stuff, I slipped on some lingerie to surprise him. He kissed me deeply and pushed me away gently, then I took my outer clothes off, so he could see me in string and lace. He observed my body and cracked a slight grin with an evil laugh.
I know what he likes. He wants to see me from behind, face on the bed, elbows down, ass high up in the air. He loves gazing at my pussy and asshole before eating one or both of them. But, true to his word, he took his time. He just stared at me. He gazed at my tan, bubbly little booty with pleasure and then pulled me up and commenced kissing me again.