Under my blanket My hands wanders eagerly. They climb the peaks of my breasts, pinching, twisting, teasing—each touch sending waves of warmth that push my hands lower. Under my blanket Gliding down to the slick valley of wetness, my fingers slide around my clit, tickling in the most exquisite way. With every stroke, more blood rushes, stiffening my island of pleasure, while soft sounds of bliss escape my lips. Under my blanket My strokes evolve into trembling shakes as my mind races down limitless roads of lust. Then, suddenly—a tectonic shift sends an orgasmic expl… Read more

My ears fill with tears as I lie alone. It's not the kind of wetness I long for during these late hours of the night. They pour out without a sound. Why disturb the grace of silence when no one is around to hear it? They flow over my stagnant, heavy body— a mountain of solitude, with its lonely hills, valleys, and peaks. If the source of these tears is the duct of my eyes, then the headwaters must be the endless thoughts that run through my mind. Where do these headwaters begin? Where is the mysterious spring that provokes so much sorrow at such times? I would feel relief just to discov… Read more

I would like to ask my old neighbor (I've moved but not far) if he would like a blow job... again. Yes, he declined the first time. Though, the situation has changed and I can't help but wonder if he might accept meow. I am so very orally frustration. This lust has a strong pull towards him specifically. Of course, I have other options but, I really just want his cock in my mouth and his cum eventually down my throat. I've already hit him up to ask how he is doing and I made it known I am single meow. I just stopped short of asking because I didn't know how I should ask. The first go, I just… Read more

I miss my dreams. I usually have these intensely epic dreams. Full of fun off the wall sexual scenarios. These dreams are so real feeling that they ultimately feel like actual experiences for me. Dreaming is my top stress reliever next to porn and masturbation. So, now that those dreams have stopped ... I feel like I'm at a loss. As if I am literally missing out on these real experiences. Missing out on being touched. Missing out on getting fucked. It all being at the will of my own mind, yet without a conscious decision on who or what it is touching and fucking me. That's probably one of my… Read more

So, I nervously offered my neighbor a NSA bj session and was graciously declined. It still hurts but, at least he wasn't mean about it. How that for an happy ending?… Read more

I had seen him at the bus stop again but was too nervous to ask if he wanted a ride. So as I was out running errands I decided I was just going to leave a note with my number on his door... No he has not sent me a text yet:0( Although I did run into him as he was entertaining his apartment. He said hi and I asked if he got the note. He said yes and we just started talking. Definitely gave me butterflies the whole time. I even made it inside his house to see his garden ?. It was beautiful yet, it was so hard concentrating when all I could think about was getting down on my knees and begging f… Read more

Like the title says, I wanna fuck my neighbor so bad. He's a young man, in his early 20s, tall, dark thick hair, and eyes to swim forever in. I'm so shy I can't even say hi... I mean how can I, when all I think about is sucking his cock and getting pumped hard by him.… Read more

He is there with you all. Watching as you watch. Each stroke you feel, he feels. Your fetish is his fetish. He loves your sins. He accepts you, especially when you accept, need, and lust for him. When you cum remember his is cumming too. Edit… Read more