“I’ve never sexted a male, like, ever, because my parents used to hammer me nonstop with stories about girls whose reputations were totally ruined by naked photo scandals. Thing is, I’m hooked on frexting, which is largely sexting, except you’re doing so with the best girlfriend who’s way more unlikely that to share your job compromising photos with a thousand of her closest friends. I love sending my besties sexy pics and waiting to view that they respond. I’ll have a little stoned and place on my best cleavage-y bra and a matching thong or maybe a silk camisole and boy shorts and sprawl out in my futon and snap ‘til I buy an effort worth sending. Then I caption it with something funny and flirtatious and wait for my best mate to one-up me.
What I never suspected is things would ever escalate from there. But the other night, as opposed to hitting me back having a frext, considered one of my best friends barged right into my dorm room, grabbed my ass, and started tonguing me. I squirmed in shock approximately three-point-five seconds before melting into her rough but tender embrace. I’d never experimented with a girl and it had been weird at certain points, like when our boobs grazed the very first time, but weird in the hot way. When she inched her head down between my legs, I used to be more nervous than I’ve lots of people during oral sex. But I relaxed the moment I realized how amazing it will be eaten out by someone that understands vaginas firsthand. I returned the favor, of course, and I’ll honestly say I like licking pussy above sucking dick. I don’t believe I’m bisexual, exactly, but you will never know!”
— Female, 5escortgirls 20
“Last week I’m on Facebook cyberstalking every woman That i have ever slept with because my sister and I separated 30 days ago and I’m pretty psyched to return to their office available on the market, absolve to fuck whoever I would like with virtually no guilt. Tinder’s great, but sometimes I ache for something a tad bit more familiar. So I messaged this girl I have never seen—clothed or naked—in no less than several years, and she struck me back immediately. Ladies she split from her husband several months back and she was craving some action too.
That same afternoon, I went up to her place while her kid was napping. She answered it with two shots of tequila in hand so we might toast our reunion. Then she hugged me, pressing her breasts into my chest, and nodded towards couch. Without missing a beat, I scooped her up into my arms and started nibbling on the neck, remembering with every taste of her flesh how great she’d been at dirty talking in the twenties. We fucked inside family room, her on the top, flicking her own nipples such as a pro as she rode me, whispering a variety of sexy shit because seductive voice of hers. Quarter-hour after we both came, she wanted it again, so I gave it to her—in the kitchen space, from behind this time. After round two, we sipped coffee together naked at her dining table and scheduled another meet-up for the next week. I’m getting hard just planning on banging her again.”