Like most 17 year olds I had to find sneaky ways to have sex with my boyfriend in my parents house. Luckily we had a basement. It was the perfect place to have sex since you could hear the door open, leaving just enough time to get dressed… that was until one day. We were going at it, completely naked, with the TV blasting and didn’t hear my mom coming downstairs. One second everything was fine then out of nowhere there my mom was standing in the doorway, with a perfect view of my boyfriend’s ass. She screamed, “OH MY GOD!” ran upstairs and slammed the door. Still inside me, he looked into my eyes and said, “What the fuck, she couldn’t have waited until I came?”
I kneeled on all fours as he “made love” to me like an animal. This would have been fine if he wasn’t humping me as fast a dog would hump a leg. Although hard and fast sex could be exciting and enjoyable this was not one of those times – parked behind abandoned store in the middle of the day.. it could not have been less sexy. As we drove away he looked at me and said, “It doesn’t fit.” I had no idea what he was talking about. “When I fuck you from behind it doesn’t fit, I can tell, you were fidgeting,” he said proud of his apparently HUGE penis. I explained to him that it was fine, it just didn’t feel good that fast at that moment. Of course he refused to believe me and went on to brag to his friends about how his penis would not fit inside me from behind. The problem was not the size of the wave at all… just the rapid jack-hammering motion of the ocean.
After a year of dating I decided to try anal sex with my boyfriend. Even though I read a few unforgettable horror stories I also knew some women who really enjoyed it, so why not? I prepared for it like a research paper, reading blogs and finding the best lubricant. It went surprisingly well and I woke up the next morning feeling happy and satisfied, aside from the slight discomfort and cramping. Before I got the chance to share the juicy story with my female co-workers I was rushed off to morning meeting. We sat around a square table in the conference room discussing our goals for the day when the trapped air from the night before released without warning. In other words I farted, a few of my co-workers knew exactly why and couldn’t help but giggle. Air is pushed into the area by the in and out motion…. the air had to go somewhere, it’s anatomy. Your body simply needs to return to its unexpanded state… I just wish it could of happened at a better time.
I laid on my back as he went down on me and out of nowhere … he went down further…. Uhhhh did he seriously lick my butt-hole!? It happened so quickly.. maybe it was an accident. We had only had sex a few times. Pretty ballsy move to make this early. He moved back up and just as I started to relax it happened again… This time he stuck his tongue inside. My body froze, my eyes opened wide and I couldn’t help but yell “UMMM!” I debated the possibility of letting him continue .. it was for my pleasure but I just couldn’t relax. I am a VERY clean person but that area is not safe. To each is own but I don’t personally want a tongue inside that area. It’s simply unsanitary.
I woke up at 8 am and although I had hoped the night before was just a bad dream.. it wasn’t. I spent the night fighting with my (ex) boyfriend and he was the last person I wanted to see. Unfortunately I was currently being suffocated by his huge biceps. Before I got the chance to wiggle out of bed he woke up. I quickly closed my eyes pretending to sleep and that’s when I felt his dick against my backside. He was hard and pressing himself against me. He wrapped his legs around my body and started to hump me. Although he wasn’t technically inside me it sounded like he was enjoying it. I’m not sure if he was trying to entice me or rub one out but holding in my laughter was the hardest part.
He was a bartender at the restaurant I had been working at for over a year. Throughout the year we flirted none-stop. It wasn’t until the night of our company Christmas party that we hooked up. The second he caught me alone he pinned me up against the wall and kissed me aggressively. He pulled me outside and we headed back to his place. We were having sex doggy style on his bed when he started fucking me in the ass… for lack of better words. Although I was shocked that he felt comfortable enough to do that I went along with it. After a few minutes he finished and left his room to get a glass of water as I went to the bathroom to fix my hair and wash my face. On my way back to his bedroom I saw all my belongings in a pile outside of his bedroom… my purse.. my clothes… my cellphone. I tried to open his door but it was locked. I got dressed quickly and left. On my walk of shame home he texted me a winky face… Infuriated, I didn’t bother to reply. The next day after a shift at work… were I tried my best to avoid him… he asked me out for a drink. For no other reason then genuine curiosity I went. Even though I couldn’t stop thinking about the night before.. we had an amazing time. We dated for a few months and although it didn’t last we did have a nice relationship. To his day I never asked him why he did what he did that night… I don’t know if I want to know.