I've been on SF for quite a while now, frequenting the Livechat occasionally, but mostly to peruse the other profiles and enjoying what the horny members have to share with all of us. All in all, I've enjoyed the experience a lot! I've spoken to some very interesting people and heard some wild things, but I've found that the blogs are either very well written and kept up to date or...not at all.
The blogs are by far one of my favourite parts of the site; it's fantastic getting an insight on the lives and experiences of you other horny SF members, and I can't help but wish that more people might share an experience of their own. So of course, here I am trying to write one myself!
I'm Vander, some of you may have seen me already. I'm a university student in England, balancing a healthy mix of school work, socialising and fucking; I've never quite found the right balance, but I'm usually submersed in one of the above. I'm single and pretty liberal when it comes to sex. If I want to and she wants, we will have sex. It doesn't need to mean anything, it doesn't have to go anywhere, it can just happen. I've been called a man-whore quite a bit lately and I can't help but disagree with this. Yes, I like to have sex a lot, but I haven't met anyone that I'm ready to settle down with for something a little more long term. Heck, I don't think I'm ready to settle down yet at all.
However, I think there's a big difference between myself and someone who will do anything just for a shag. I have never been anything but upfront about who I am and what I want. I refuse to become a guy who will say the right words, do the right things and have a girl fall at his feet. Whilst my opinions on sex may be carefree and relaxed, I know this is certainly not the case for everyone and I would hate to find that I've talked a girl into bed who thinks I'm offering more than just my company. I will make it clear that I'm interested in sex, but that I'm not looking for a relationship. I don't ask who else she's seeing (as long as she's not in a relationship, I'm not that guy!) or what else she's doing and I would appreciate that I get my own privacy in return.
These are my morals, and in my eyes, they are fair. I do what I want, but on the understanding that there are no empty promises and no smooth talking. Where I am, this doesn't appear to be a sufficient viewpoint; people still say that I'm lacking in morals, that I'm too cavalier about sex and that I'm still somehow leading girls on. I disagree, but I'd love to hear an opinion from people on here who may consider otherwise.
That aside, what's an SF post without a tale about sex. Now unfortunately, my most recent sexual experience has got to be the most awkward sex I've ever had. When do you give up, when do you call it quits? Not the most exciting of tales, but one that happened last week. The more experiences shared the better, eh?
A local woman in the city I study in had met me on a night out a few months ago, and we'd been texting back and forth. This went from flirty to quite sexually explicit whilst I was back with the family over Easter, and it went unsaid that we'd meet up when I got back.
I took her to a pub close to her house one night, and for a few hours we drank, chatted and laughed as we shared anecdotes and increasingly personal experiences, slowly sliding closer and closer together in the booth. Eventually she was leaning into me with my arm around her, my hand caressing her waist as we both explored the vast selection of music on my iPod. Her eyes lit up as she scanned the songs and she turned her face upwards to me. Now I'm sucker for dimples, so when she dimpled up to murmur shyly, "I love this song. It was on the radio the first time I had sex.", I couldn't help but kiss her.
It was a sweet kiss, as so many first kisses are, with my lips savouring the taste of hers. I pulled back gently as her eyes flickered open and a smirk played across her face.
"Ahh, that got you hot, did it?", she whispered teasingly. I brushed the remark aside with another kiss, pulling back once again but this time to run the tip of my tongue lightly across her upper lip. Her mouth opened into a small O, and I took this as a signal to kiss her again but with more passion. Tongues crashed together as she hungrily kissed me back, my hand falling from her waist to her thigh. I could feel a stirring in my own lap. "We...we should go." she said, her eyes cast downwards. I lifted her chin with my finger, kissed her lightly on the nose and nodded. Taking my hand, she rose from the booth and led me out. Nobody in the bar had appeared to notice as we left, though every fibre in my being was convinced everyone knew we were going to have sex. I'd never been with a woman nearly seven years older than me, and it seemed impossible to me that nobody could see this.
Back at hers, she opened the front door and pulled me into the hallway. We paused there, as she melted into my arms for another kiss. Just as my hands slid from around her waist to knead her pert ass and her closer against my rapidly hardening cock, the front door burst open behind us. Several of her flatmates filed in past us, edging around without giving us a chance to separate. Horrified, she broke apart and turned a bright shade of red and actually disappeared up the stairs without a look back. Apparently I'd found a shy one.
Slightly bemused, I made my way up the staircase and followed her into the room. Several very hot kisses later, we were spread on her bed with my tshirt pushed up out of the way so she could explore my chest with her lips. And her teeth. I'm not sure what she found, but I certainly lost track of time; I love being nibbled! With that, we shed our clothes rather rapidly and began to re-enact some of the scenes we'd described late at night through texts, getting hornier and hornier with each buzz of the phone as we knew the other was masturbating with one hand and sexting with the other. Finally I was getting a chance to tease her in all the ways I'd described, and hearing her stifle moans of pleasure was much more interesting than the dull ringtone for a text. Having recently moved in with a group of strangers, she wasn't massively keen to introduce herself as a noisy sex fiend. As we could her the flatmate in the next room coughing, I took it upon myself to tease her as much as possible in attempt to make her moan, and she fought back by biting down on her lip. Right at the worst possible time, noisy flatmate began to sing. Loudly. Tunelessly. There's little worse than hearing badly sung, repeated Christmas carols in May than when you're about to go down on a girl for the first time. Granted...being the girl who I was about to go down on may have been a more awkward situation.
Unfortunately, no matter what I tried, I couldn't get her wet. Never have I found a willing body so unresponsive to my touch yet so vocal a girl, clearly enjoying our foreplay but so unable to physically display it. I collapsed beside on the bed as my jaw began to ache. She cuddled up to me apologetically, despite my assurances that I wasn't annoyed with her. I couldn't blame her for the circumstances, it was just one of those things. Nevertheless, she felt the need to continue apologising, but this time to my penis. Who was I to complain?
And I didn't complain, even when her teeth began to scrape the head of my penis. All I could do was grunt and bear it. She knew she was doing it, but she was desperately trying not to. Unable to take any more, I gently stopped her and kissed her deeply. The singing had stopped. Still, the damage had been done and I was unable to get her properly wet. Her pussy lips would only dampen for me, and as tasty as they were to suckle, to nibble and to play with, my touch was just not enough.
She pushed me onto my back and leaned into her bedside table drawer to whip out a condom and a small bottle of lube. Winking at me, she bit down on the wrapper and pulled it open. Also tearing the condom. As I rolled off the bed to pull another from my wallet, yet another flatmate intervened. The banging at the door took us both by surprise as she kneeled on the bed and I stood in the middle of the room sporting a fantastic erection, a condom clutched in my hand.
"Do you want to watch Hollyoaks?"
"Uhhhh, no, not right now thanks" she remained frozen on the bed as she replied.
"Have you had dinner?"
"Yep. I'm just a bit busy, I'll be down later"
"I'm cooking chicken. Have you got any soy sauce?"
"I don't know! Check my cupboard. Bye!" She more or less spat these final words.
"Ok dokey. I'll come up and give you a shout when it's ready." completely oblivious to what had just happened, her flatmate whistled casually as he sauntered back down the stairs. Next door, the other flatmate was still making various noises at awkward intervals.
"Let me warm you back up" she winked at me and I made my way back to the bed. Sliding my arms around her, we laid down together and she jerked me off with particular skill. Within seconds I was harder than rock. Condom successfully opened this time, I unrolled it over my cock and slathered lube over it and then her pussy. My fingers teased the folds of her pussy, in time with our passionate kisses.
"Fuck me. Make me cum. I haven't cum in such a long time" she pouted at me, reaching back for my cock to continue jerking me off. Her dimples had returned with the pout. I positioned myself above her, rubbing the head of my cock up and down her pussy. Each time her lifted her hips to meet me, I teased her by pulling away just enough. Eventually, I began to ease my way and found the tightest pussy I've ever come across in my life; I'm not even extremely well endowed, I'm just average. It was uncomfortable enough for me, I can't begin to think how it felt for her. She wrapped her legs around my waist however, and pulled me closer. Deeper. It was literally a matter of inch by inch.
When I worked my way inside her, she held me there for a while and got used to my intrusive presence, her face a mixture of expressions. "Fuck me" she said again. A very slow rhythm developed as we fucked, barely moving, and she began to loosen up. Not massively so, but noticeably so. As we sped up, we hit yet another speed bump. Having just moved in, she'd never had sex in this bed. Consequently, she hadn't yet realised how very squeaky it was. Every thrust produced a pleased look on her face (an expression I will love forever, the bliss on a woman's face as she gets fucked. It's truly beautiful!) slid into despair as a cacophony of springs erupted. We quickly ran through a number of positions to no avail.
Her room was too small for us to move off the bed onto the floor. Next door, her flatmate had chosen this time to fall extremely quiet, only amplifying the noise of our sex. I could tell how much she was cringing with each explosion of noise but was too shy to say anything more. I slowed down to kiss her, deeply and passionately, my hands wild against her body. She whimpered into my mouth when I stopped thrusting entirely, and then suggested we try her desk.
I have to admit she looked extremely sexy with her ass perched on the edge of her desk, legs spread and pussy glistening invitingly at me. Standing between her legs, I let her reach down and guide me in with much less difficulty that the first time. I smiled, pulled nearly all the way out and pushed back out. She moaned, the desk creaked, the window rattled and I froze. Another failure.
We gave up with sex there, and she pushed me back onto the bed. Determined to make me cum, she set about blowing me and giving me a handjob. And then I let her down. I just couldn't cum with her. With that, we kissed and cuddled for a while before I gathered my clothes and began the long walk home. A kiss at her door and assurances that I wasn't upset with her did little to put a smile back on her face and the dimples in her cheeks.
So what could have been an extremely exciting, pleasurable night turned out to be oh-so awkward. I think we both felt a little bit like we'd let each other down, with neither resenting the other. I don't know if I'll see her again, we've been texting since. We'll have to see how it goes.
So that concludes my first post. I hope that a few of you managed to read this far, and that even just one of you enjoyed reading this.Maybe next time I'll think of something a little more cheerful. Maybe I'll have to go out and have another experience (don't be shy, come round and have a go [; ), and just hope this one goes better.
Until then SF,