allourdesires:Another Real Experience (The Many Faces of the Muse) that has probably helped form my
allourdesires:Another Real Experience (The Many Faces of the Muse) that has probably helped form my sexual preferences and informs my fantasies relates to the third year of living with a former girlfriend (who we’ll call Jane). Jane ticked every sexual box there is; she was a tease, a flirt, had the sexiest curves, a gorgeous face and she was always horny. We were living in a two-bedroom apartment sharing with a male friend of ours. Jane HAD to cum at least 4 times a day and she made sure that it happened when she wanted, where she wanted, and how often she wanted. She would regularly cum 6 or 8 times per day on the weekends, dragging me to the bedroom if our roomie was home, or wherever we happened to be if he wasn’t. I’ve seen the photographs of the guy under the kitchen table and that was often me. She would often begin by fucking me until I came and then make me go down on her and eat our combined juices. The third time she came was always a huge orgasm, her cum squirting out in a pulsing stream soaking my face and torso as I tried and failed to swallow it all, whilst her fourth orgasm tended to be that long, prolonged, crest of the wave which eventually tails off in a shudder. Afterwards I would be left to change the sheet and the mattress protector and she would put on something flimsy and curl up with our flatmate on the couch. On Fridays the three of us would go out and drink madly and on Saturdays we would nurse our hangovers and he and I would share a few ‘smokes’. Jane didn’t indulge but she always encouraged me to because she liked the way I would do whatever she wanted when I was stoned. That third year, every Saturday, She and he would be on the couch while I would be on the floor rolling. As we smoked she would always move into his arms, lying against him while the three of us talked. And I would always see him get massively horny as she shifted around ‘getting comfortable’ while ‘unconsciously’ resting a hand on his inner thigh, her arm along his hardening cock. The women out there will know what I’m talking about because there was nothing unconscious about it. She would be looking at me all the time she was doing it, calculating my reaction. When he was rock hard she might lift her arm to show me how it was pressing against her ass, tenting the top of his sweatpants. She would smile at me and he and I would smoke another and she would make small talk and rub gently against him, teasing him with whispers when she lay her head on his shoulder. And then she would bring me to our room and she would lie me down naked while she remained dressed and she would idly play with my cock as she asked me if I had seen how hard she had made him, if I had seen how big he was? She would climb on top of me and rub her pantied pussy along my cock and between kisses would tell me how she wanted to touch his cock with her hands, how she wanted to kiss and suck it and feel it enter her mouth and pussy. She would rub against me until I came and then she would allow it to soak into her panties before she moved up to my mouth so I could suck her pussy through the cummy fabric. She was definitely the dominant sexual partner and she knew that I was happiest doing whatever she told me to. I allowed her absolute sexual freedom and she took what she wanted. I know that if we had stayed together I would now be living the fantasies that I caption, simply because she would have drawn them all out under our bedroom lights and tested them until she worked out how she could use them to her advantage. I definitely know she would have loved to have made me suck our flatmate’s cock though only after she had sampled it herself! -- source link