Embaressing things that can happen on a date
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Posted:Jun 18, 2019 7:28 am
Last Updated:Jan 29, 2020 7:48 am
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As any of you who have read my blog or profile, or who have had sex with me know, I love to be bred, the more sperm inside me as a result of our love making the better.
I also love the little surprise when it decides to leak out. Usually it is while we are still in bed and it quietly leaks out and down my legs, leaving me to sleep in the wet spot, which I actually enjoy, well least till the sheets get cold on a cold night and he has pulled off all the covers.
other times it happens in the shower leaving me with a nice little glow, lost in the memory of just having great sex and how sperm got there in the first place. Getting out of bed in the morning to make the coffee has resulted in a nice wet spot on the kitchen floor with wet streaks down my leg and in my night gown. Again cause for a big smile.
It happened to me in public, on a date, once. These are things your mother doesn't warn you about dating. After my man I had enjoyed several hours of great sex, the night was still young, we were temporarily sexually satiated, so we decided to walk to a local bar for a drink.
I had gone to the bar to order our drinks and as I was returning to the table with our beers, I bent over the table and there was a soft audible "blat" came from close behind me, very close behind me. My date heard it. From the look on my face, an expression born of the new and sudden wetness in my panties, he knew exactly what happened. I looked at him and he looked at me and we both burst out laughing, which pushed out even more of his love juice. I quickly slid into my seat and grabbed a napkin and as discreetly as I could, (thankfully the bar room was pretty dark) I began to dob up the mess in my panties. The spill somewhat under control I made a hasty trip to the girl's room to take care of the rest. My panties went home in my purse night and we had a date to remember. I wonder to this day if he tells story or not.
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First time while hitch hiking
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Posted:Aug 14, 2018 8:55 am
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2019 5:16 pm
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During my first year of college I did not have a car and so I ended up hitch hiking a lot. Several times that led up to getting laid and this is about the first experience with a man while hitch hiking.
I was returning from the Dr. office being treated for malaria that I had contracted while in Guatemala that previous summer. I was very thin at the time and my hair quite long.
I had just stepped onto the on ramp when a large sedan pulled up and asked me where I was going. I replied I was returning to school and he said
"Hop in, I actually live close to the campus."
My ride was middle aged and looked very much the business man. He turned to me and said that he thought I was a girl when he first pulled over to pick me up. I laughed and told him that I was sorry if he was disappointment. He laughed and said not at all. At this point I saw a sticker on the dashboard, that was quite popular back then, saying: Ass or gas Nobody rides free. I pointed to the sticker on the dashboard and said, I didn't have any cash for gas. He just smiled at me and looked me up and down. You have very nice legs was his comment.
We soaked on that for a few miles, a certain sexual tension rising in the car. He asked me what I was doing in Guatemala and then asked me if it was true that there were a lot of gay men there. I replied that I couldn't personally attest to meeting gay men in Guatemala..... specifically.
He thought on this and then asked about my meeting gay men in other places. I told him that I was a theater arts major and that there were no shortage of gay men around. He smiled over at me and then pointedly looked over at his dashboard sticker and grinned. I felt nervous, excited, my heart beating fast.
An other mile went by and then he asked if wouldn't mind if we swung by his house. He need to pick something up and then he would take me to my apartment. I said sure, why not, another "cat ate the mouse" grin. Shortly after that exchange he placed his arm on the seat behind me and looked into my eyes. I felt his fingers softly on my neck. I bent my head forward as a sign of accepting his advances. He stroked my neck and hair, touched my ear. His hand slipped off the seat and found its way onto my leg where he stroked from my knee to my crotch. You do have very nice long legs he said in a very voice, tinged in obvious sexual desire. I was shaking like a leaf, full well knowing that he didn't really need to pick up anything at his house and that I would very soon be repaying him in full for the ride. The bulge in his slacks confirmed my assessment and heightened my own curiosity and desire.
We rode in silence, feeling the sexual energy building between us, until he pulled into his driveway and parked in the garage. We are here he stated the obvious, leaving the unstated to my racing imagination.
Would you like a coke he asked as we walked through the kitchen. I am fine I croaked. Show you the house? he asked. I knew which room would be the first on the tour and I was right. He sat on the bed and patted the mattress where he wanted me to sit. I sat next to him and he pulled my head over onto his shoulder, letting out a big sigh. His hands began to work down my back, then around to my legs. I snuggled against him before looking up at him. his lips were on mine and we began kissing ourselves into a frenzy. My clothes and his clothes came off in the heat of our making out and his cock stood hard and tall in front of my face. His hands were pushing me down to where my lips were touching the tip of his cock. Suck it he said. I was still new to this and was nervous and awkward at first, but was learning fast. After a while he pulled away and stood up and moved around to the end of the bed, picking up something off of the ight stand. He told me to scoot towards him on the edge of the bed. He guided me into place, on my back, my ass over the edge and my legs spread apart He placed himself between them, lifting them up over my shoulders. Hmmmm, nice and flexible was his comment. He looked into my eyes as he lubed me up from a tube he picked up on is way past the night stand. His cock glided into my hole and he began to fuck me proper. When he was close he instructed me to cup his balls. I reached around and did so. He must have liked it because he immediately let out a groan and fired his cum inside of me. He must have been saving it for a long time base on what gushed out of me when he pulled out. He got about as romantic as he had ever been the past hour, when he said, get your clothes on I am running late.
Ten minutes later he dropped me off at my place where I rushed in to change out of my soaked underwear. Where was all that stuff coming from? My mind was racing back over the last hour, the strangeness and excitement of the experience on mental replay. I wonder if he remembers that day too.
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My first time with a man
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Posted:Aug 3, 2017 9:26 am
Last Updated:Oct 3, 2020 1:28 pm
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I was 17 the first time I had sex with another man and it happened un expectantly while I was back packing by myself. Half way over the pass, on my way to meet some friends, a rain storm came up hard and I was forced to seek shelter. I encountered a group of college students who had collected all their tarps and built a large enough shelter to include myself, so when invited I happily accepted. Through the early evening hours we passed the time while crammed together, smoking pot, and engaging in conversation.
The young man sitting next to me seemed to be checking me out and made several comments about my build, asked if I worked out, that I had really good definition in my legs etc. At first I was uncomfortable with this line of conversation, especially given that six other people were crowded in very close and could pick up on the vibe. I was also very horny, a bit stoned and very curious as to where all of this was going.
As the night wore on, the others in the shelter crawled off to bed leaving the two of us still up. He commented on my running shorts, my muscular legs, flat stomach, his voice getting huskier in the process. I found my voice reflecting the horny feelings that I was experiencing along with starting to shake a little as his comments became even more suggestive. When it came time for us to crash I mentioned that my sleeping bag was wet and that I anticipated a long cold night. He offered to share his bag by opening it up into a blanket to cover us both and I accepted.
I started off the night laying on my back with my new friend laying next to me, on his side facing me. We both pretended to sleep, but I was so jazzed up on hormones that in truth I was wide awake and very horny. So was he. His first move was to put his hand on my stomach, at first not moving it. When I didn't show signs of rejection he began to slowly make circling movements around my stomach under my shirt, drifting down to my running shorts. I was hugely turned on, but afraid that others in the shelter would hear us. My heart was pounding out of my chest.
When his hand didn't progress further south I sucked in my tummy to create a gap under the elastic waist band of my flimsy running shorts as an invitation to slide on in. He picked up on the cue, slowly moved his hand under my shorts and found my very hard and throbbing cock. He started stroking it and I was going crazy, but still paranoid about others hearing us. As much as I wanted to cum, I was afraid to make any noise. He fondled, caressed and stroked my cock for quite a while and I began to forget about the others in the shelter. By now my shorts were pulled down to my knees and I could feel his hard cock against my thigh. I reached down and for the first tie held a mans cock in my hand. It felt so good to feel his response to my touch, and the sexual tension ratcheted up another notch.
At this point he pushed on my hip to roll me on my side. I complied, but was disappointed about not having his cock in my hand. But when he cuddled up and spooned me I quickly forgot about not having his cock in my hand. His cock was now sliding along the crease of my butt cheeks and creating havoc with my hormones. We dry humped for a while, all but forgetting that there were 6 other people close by. After a while he briefly pulled away and seemed to be searching for something in the dark. He rolled back into me for a bit only to pull away again. This time his fingers found the opening to my ass hole and began to rub some sort of cream on it. I can still feel how good that felt. He then rolled tight up against my back and we resumed the dry humping, except I wasn't dry any longer. The head of his cock pushed by my opening creating fear and excitement till at last his hands guided it in. I really expected it to hurt more, but was relieved that the initial pain quickly morphed into pure exquisite pleasure. Still conscience of others near by he moved very slow and quietly inside of me, the tension building till at last I could feel his breathing get shallow and his body began to quiver. His body jerked when he came, followed by more shaking, then he lay incredibly still. After a while his cock slipped out followed by an incredible amount of cum, leaving me to sleep in the wet spot. I drifted off to sleep to the sound of rain on our make shift roof, his arms around me, the wetness of our sex under me. I have loved cock ever since.
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First time I had sex ala fem
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Posted:Jun 21, 2015 11:44 am
Last Updated:Jun 3, 2021 2:03 pm
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Men have turned me on sexually since my senior year in high school when I was first introduced to the incredible good feel of a hard cock in my hand and mouth. Having one in my ass would come later.
My first sexual experiences with men got me wondering about having a sexual feminine side and how deep in my persona does it run? I ran the gamut of emotions from exhilaration, extreme arousal and release, to shame and embarrassment that any one would recognize that aspect of my character. So for many years I kept it hid from other men and for the most part from myself. But not completely. My imagination would from time to time ignite into fantasies of having a man make love to me. To enhance the illusion I dressed in woman's panties and lingerie and masturbated with a dildo deep inside of me.
When, at last, I made the move to explore my interest in men it opened a door to myself. I readily accepted that sex with men is perfectly natural for me and it gives me great pleasure and peace. I quickly established that my preference is being in the bottom role and I went on to have a number of experiences with men, oral and anal. In all these first experiences I was in the fem role by virtue of being the bottom, but I did not dress or really act feminine, till I met Sean.
Sean is incredible, the first time we met he made love to me three times. I couldn't believe what intense pleasure a man can give to another man. We were very open in our conversations and I began to open up about wanting to contact and better understand the fem side of my sexual nature. Sean understood perfectly and supported my exploration.
I left town for a long while on business and Sean offered to pick me up at the airport upon my return. I of course was thrilled that he would be the first person I would see when I returned home. He sweetened it by suggesting that we get a room at a very nice hotel to celebrate my first night back. That sounded so romantic and erotic, so of course I said yes.
Sean was there at the airport as promised and whisked me away to a very nice downtown hotel. We excitedly checked in and kissed in the elevator on the way up to the 12th floor. The room was magnificent, the setting perfect for the evening to come. Sean held out a package and said he had a surprise for me. The wrapping paper indicated something intimate and I opened the package with shacking fingers. Inside was a beautiful night gown and selection of very sexy panties. Sean, with a sly look, suggested that I go try them on. I went into the bath room to do just that. I will always remember the feeling of slipping into the silky night gown and trying each pair of panties on till I found the sexiest combination. I was on cloud nine feeling so sexually feminine as I walked out the door to Seans inspection. The look on his face and in his eyes told of his approval and desire. "I can't believe the transformation" he whispered as he began kissing my neck. We tumbled onto the bed where we kissed and touched. Sean's clothes some how disappeared and his big cock found its way into my mouth while his fingers slid inside my panties and began playing with my clit and pussy. We morphed int a 69, he eating my pussy and me sucking his cock. The world turned again and I found my legs wrapped around his hips as he positioned me on my back at the edge of the bed. He entered me with our eyes locked together. Each sharing through our eyes the sensations and the feelings running through our bodies and minds. It was the most intense love making fuck I had experienced to that date. I discovered a totally different person than the one thought I knew. We made love several times that night and again in the morning. I slept in the wet spot of our amorous activities and loved the smell and feel of our fucking.
Sean has moved on and so have I, but I will always remember the profound effect he had on my life in introducing me to my feminine sexual side. I don't dress ala fem for every man that I go to bed with. They have to want that before I can open myself up in that way. I relish the experience when it happens and I seek the opportunities as often as circumstances allow.
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