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It’s no secret that I like being controlled a little in bed. I like being told to get down on my knees and suck him off, or having my wrists pinned down, or like this morning, being brought close to climax over and over again, but without ever being penetrated, no matter how much I arch my back, lift my hips and push my pelvis toward his hand.

It all started when I climbed back into bed after my brunch plans were unexpectedly cancelled this morning. I snuggled up to my boyfriend and rubbed his back for quite some time, not expecting anything more to happen on this lazy Sunday morning and enjoying our quiet moment. After some time he turned around and enveloped me with his arms and began to caress my neck — and faithful readers, as you now know, my neck is my sweet spot. Instinctively I started to pump my hips, reaching them up toward him as his hand passed over that part of my body. We were both still wearing the clothes we slept in the night before so for the wonderfully long period of foreplay there was no touching any of our body parts under our clothes.

He continued to caress my body over my clothes, pinch my nipples through the thin cotton t-shirt I was wearing and press against my cunt, while pushing his dick up against my leg. My legs were spread out wide, inviting him at any time to plunge his hand beneath my leggings and put three fingers up inside me. Instead, he pulled my hand toward me and lifted my leggings by the elastic waist to give me room to put my hand down my pants and play with my clit.

By this time my pussy was dripping and I couldn’t have been more turned on. A lead up like this, the anticipation of being touched, but never getting that final bit of satisfaction and release is one of the most wonderfully overwhelming feelings and as much as I was dying to have him put his fingers inside me I also knew that as soon as he did the amazing and intense feelings I had would disappear. I hoped for this to go on all morning. I continued pumping my hips, eagerly anticipating him reaching down to press against my pussy, over my hand still under my leggings, to put ever more pressure against my labia and clit. Legs spread wide, back fully arched, my mind went blank, I thought of nothing and felt only the intensity brought on by little more than the touch of his fingers — and mine.

When I reached such a point of intensity that it seemed I couldn’t take anymore, he reached down beneath my clothes and every so gently placed his finger right at the opening of my pussy hole and stroked the rim every so lightly. That was as much as I could take. I needed to climax! I pushed my hips up and reached out toward his fingers, but he pulled them back, took my hand and started moving my fingers against my clit. He was telling me that it was my job to finish myself off. The ultimate sexy gesture. All it took was a couple of minutes of vigorous stroking of my clit to make me cum.

My pussy was wet all day today. Every time I went into the bathroom at work I found it dripping. Maybe it was the tights and dress I wore today that offered up this wonderful distraction, but whatever it was made for one happy day.

When I got home, after going to the gym, I sat on the bed reading a book. After a short while I got distracted thinking about my wet pussy and started massaging it through my yoga pants. I kept doing this for a while when my boyfriend came in to lay on the bed with me. He watched me do this through my pants for a few minutes and then suggested that I take my pants off and continue. Of course I thought that was a splendid idea, so I stood up and peeled my pants and panties off and then hopped back on the bed. He turned me around so I was lying with my head on his chest perpendicular to him so he had a good view of my wet pussy.

My pussy hair is trimmed, but growing back in so it’s soft and I can give it a little tug. When I masturbate I like playing with my clit — massaging it, rubbing it and tugging on it — over fingering myself. Of course I enjoy that too, but clit play is just really what does it for me — when I do me. I use my index, middle and ring finger at the same time to cradle my clit on the top and both sides, and vigorously rub it. I like it fast.

I spread my pussy lips wide for prime viewing and he watched as I got myself all wet and worked up, and I watched his erection grow beneath his pants. He didn’t want to take it out though because he wanted me to focus on only what I was doing. He played with my mouth with his fingers, offering them up for me to suck, tugged on my hair every so slightly and massaged my neck and right behind my ears. All so sensual and arousing. Just thinking about him touching me in that spot behind my ear makes my pussy tingle. I kept pulling at my clit and brought myself to orgasm. It was so good; my pussy twitched and pulsed post orgasm for a few minutes following. Not a bad way to spend a Wednesday night.

When my boyfriend and I were in college (me an undergrad and he a grad) I shared an apartment with a friend of his. This was a friend of his from his undergrad years back up north and they used to hookup sometimes. Often times in the art room closet or a quickie back at his apartment when his roommates were out. I did know about those trysts from their undergrad days and I did all I could to best her and give the better blowjob.

What I didn’t know until years later was that after he and I had sex and I fell asleep he would walk across the hall to her room and they would hookup. When he finally told me years after I lived with her I was mad at him, but only because he didn’t tell me back then. I would have loved to masturbate in my bed on the other side of the hall while he was in her bed getting sucked off. I would have asked him to be extra loud, moaning and giving her instruction and that way I could time my orgasm with his.

Since those days he’s sent me pics of her tits while he squeezes them together, taken during his visits back home and he’s shown her the titty pics of me that he keeps on his phone. We’ve never seen each others tits in person, but I am chatting with her topless right now. Maybe I’ll just accidentally hit the video chat button… oops!

Looking at my reflection in the mirror as I worked out at the gym tonight reminded me of how much I love sweaty sex. There’s almost nothing better than two wet slippery bodies moving against each other. It’s natural and earthy and sexy.

When I lived in Florida my boyfriend and I used to play tennis a lot. It was Florida — every apartment complex had at least one tennis court. We would go out later in the afternoon when it wasn’t quite so hot and play until we were exhausted. We’d be sweaty and a little sore, but also pretty horny. By the time we had walked back to my apartment we couldn’t wait to strip off all our clothes — not always the easiest task when you’re all sweaty — and then fuck on the floor or in the shower. His body felt hot and moist and I loved to be on top so I could slap my pussy down on him while stroking his chest.

He’ll be home soon, but has to travel tonight so we may not have time to get in a good sweaty, sexy romp. Maybe I can can convince him to have a quickie!

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I have been having the best sex dreams lately. They always start in the early morning hours when I start to wake up just a bit, so they feel quite real. When I wake up I just have to masturbate.

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I am just an average chick who loves the touch of another woman, loves to perform for my bf and have him watch while a chick licks my clit and watch him get off when he gets a blow job from someone with a truly skilled mouth. Read more in Meet Alice :)

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