confessingmysin

I had the privilege with talking to someone that has been reading my posts for a while.  Through chance I found her screenname and we started to talk on im.  Her demeanor kept me grinning while we chatted.  It was the cute innocent way of talking about dancing in a club, and then letting a guy get close and rub her clit.   Or maybe it was the way she told me how she was at a bar and telling me in parenthesis, (this guy was now licking my neck and telling me how great I smelled).   She has a cute way of using them, I'm not doing it justice. 

We chatted a bit more, and we talked about how long it took for her to get off by herself the previous night.  I told her she should have been on the phone with me, and I can help change that tonight.  She agreed.  Thanks again sugar.

I heard her rustle into the bed, her blankets around her.  I hear short, low answers since I know she wasn't home alone.  My fingers proceeded to dance across her body.  I love hearing the transition between the initial awkwardness of meeting someone new on the phone, to hearing her breaths, to heavy breathing and finally to moaning.  That transition is just unbelievably sexy. 

Soon enough I had her telling me that she's my naughty little bitch.  That she needs to get fucked.  She told me she liked being fucked from behind and spanked hard.  Giddyap cowgirl.  You know how turned on someone is in their voice.  I don't think its necessary to talk about how hard I get when I hear low whispers as the response.  I hear her get louder as she gets hotter, and then bringing it back down since she had company. 

"I'm cumming"

The sweet words that I love to hear.  I had her cum for me, and again, then again, in a row while her breaths going into her mouth fast, gasps of air being taken quickly.   I felt my cock swell as her orgasm continued.  I told her I was getting close and she pleaded for me to cum.  I shot out and heard her enjoy my orgasm.   We lay quiet for a bit and I asked her if she wanted me to post this experience up.  She wanted me to, so here we are.  Thanks for the great night C.  I hope you're sleeping with a smile on your face.

Oh and, Shaken.  Not stirred.

What is it about accents that is just so god damn sexy?  I was mic'n with a lady the other day from Puerto Rico.  Hearing her rich voice was enough to get me a hard on like no other, but when she was about to cum and started yelling, "Oh Poppi" I think thats when I lost it.

I also had the pleasure of spending time with another girl from Australia.  She got right down to business and did we play for a long time.  She was a screamer which made it all the hotter.  Something about them saying your name in a tone you're not used to, and did I make her moan it over and over.

I love the little chats afterwards, the getting to know you's.  One thing I've noticed is that in America, we don't use the word "cunt" as much as other countries.  Maybe thats why when I hear it, its just that much more of a turn on because its ingrained in my head as taboo.  I think we should change that. 

Any takers?

“Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod”, she chants as I drill her into the bed. Lustful grunts escape my throat as I thrust in and out of her. All of a sudden, a thought pops into my head. Thoughts are dangerous at times like this. Who is she? The question puts a seconds delay into my thrusts. Shaking my head to the side I throw it away with a grunt, letting go of her hands and places them on her waist. With renewed energy, I pull her back with each new forceful pump and yell inside, “WHO CARES?”. She gasps at the new intensity since I’m fucking her faster then before now. Before I am able to have another thought, I pull her head back by her hair and kiss her from behind while I slow down my thrusts just a tad. Rationality is not something I need right now.  I alternate from three shallow thrusts to one deep one.  Her moans really turn me on.  "Mmmm I'm going to cum", she cries and I oblige her.  My hard tool feels so good as I feel her squeeze me as she cums, purring as she does so. I slowly grind my cock in and out of her and she gasps for breath as her orgasm rolls through her. I move forward, rolling a nipple between my fingers and I whisper into her ear, “I want you to ride my cock.” She nods and moans out what seemed like a yes.

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I slide my hand through her soft hair, dragging my fingers on the top of her head, scratching her scalp. She moans while taking me and I grab a fistful of golden silk pulling her back. A sound of part excitement, part shock escapes her as she looks up at me quickly. She plants both hands on the bed as I pull my cock out of her mouth slowly, her cheeks sunken in from sucking and making a wet sound as I pull out. Her mouth parts slightly as she gives me a little innocent look, my hand still holding a fistful of hair. Looking in her eyes with a hard look of both lust and passion, I take my hardened cock and rub it against her cheek, across her lips. She parts her mouth open for me and I slide it inside her again, bobbing her head up and down faster and faster. She takes it all, now bracing herself on my thighs, making little gagging sounds as I fuck her face, making her go up and down on my cock.

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So what do you say when in that situation, or even do? Where did I see her before, damn she’s hot, who is this naked girl, damn I want to fuck her, who let her in, who cares, what if she’s some psycho bitch, she’s naked damnit, thoughts race through my head in a matter of seconds as I try to get a grip with reality. What I end up doing is just stare at her while she continues to undress herself. No panties… why am I not surprised. I don’t know which is more dangerous, her eyes or her smile. She slides her skirt down slowly and comes to me with a little sway. Their pink if you were still wondering. The silence is too long and I have finally decided what I was going to say. “Hello”, I barely mouth out the word. Her mouth remains open in that little smile and is now in front of me taking a finger and sliding it down my wet face. I try to mouth something out again and she takes her finger and puts it over my lips shishing me. Stepping into the shower, she closes her eyes and lets the water run through her hair, then swings it side to side, opening her eyes slowly and takes in an exaggerated breath of air.  Her eyes shine at me.
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Well, its coming up and this story popped in my head the other day.  So without further delay:

I find it funny on how when its your birthday, it makes you feel like a kid and makes you think you have special privelages.  My special privelage?  Get out of work early.   Through the years, it seems that celebrations have become less and less important, maybe we’ve all become old now. They are usually a good excuse of getting together, talk about what’s new but mostly talk about what was. Yea definitely getting old now.

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