bangsandwhimpers

He climbed into bed with me. I couldn’t stop giggling. “What are you laughing at? Is it me?” I assured him it wasn’t. We chatted for a bit. Normally I hate the inbetween-sex chat, but this was different. He was… more ›

I rode his face, unable to keep still. His beard tickled me, his tongue danced over my clit then flicked in and out of my cunt. He grabbed my arse cheeks and controlled my movements ever so slightly. It was… more ›

The package arrived on a Monday morning, I couldn’t get it open quick enough. The pictures on the box made me laugh, I wondered who’d had to design it. They hadn’t done a very good job. The harness was just… more ›

It is a marvellous place, a voyeurs’ paradise. Here women transform from sweaty sticky messes to sleek and sophisticated with a flourish of the straighteners and a slick of eye liner. All body types are covered: the tall, boyishly framed… more ›

He was late. But he’d apologised already – train were delayed. We were on a time limit – half an hour. I was as hungover as fuck, I nearly hadn’t bothered. My curiosity got the better of me. He arrived,… more ›

It was our second date. The first was a lunch, and I was on a lunch hour so it didn’t really count. I wasn’t sure about him – he seemed far too keen. We’d said goodbye and he’d gone for… more ›

He stood behind me and undid my bra slowly. His hands supported my breasts as it fell to the floor. He squeezed them both tight and whispered in my ear: “Have you completed your task?” I nodded. He slapped my… more ›

He crams himself into me, the tip of his cock teasing the entrance to my cunt. I’ve already had it in my mouth, me kneeling before him, him thrusting himself into me, gently holding my head. “It’s like a vice.… more ›

I accompanied him to the bar. “It’s all off” he said. “What? Why?” “My bag’s at the table, go sit down and I’ll explain”. I sat down with a thud. I could hardly breathe. My heart was beating out of… more ›

I was maybe 7 or 8 years old. Certainly at primary school. Too young to really know about sex. This was well before any kind of sex-ed I was to receive, by around ten years. Unlike some, my childhood was… more ›