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True First time sex Story
As my day progressed, I began dwelling more on fantasy. I hadn't been tied up in a while and it was suddenly extremely appealing. I had never been blindfolded and added this to my fantasy. It was certainly a good thing I was on my lunch hour, and dining alone in the office break room; I couldn't concentrate on anything to save me. A friend of mine once told me of a sexual experience in which his sight and sound had been deprived. He nasty and sweet had been blindfolded by his lover, who also insisted that he wear headphones and listen to music while she had her way with him. He explained check her tits to me that because his sight and sound were deprived, his other senses kicked in gear. He shared the experience in detail, which had highly aroused me at the time. He said it was the most erotic sexual experience he'd ever had. As this memory came back to me, other ideas also wandered in and out, making me hornier by the minute. God, I couldn't wait to get home!
A hot fantasy swirled around in my head on the drive home: to first time sex watch my lover fuck another woman. This one almost always drives me to masturbation. I can visualize him tweaking her nipples and massaging her breasts more reality porn as he stands before her while she gives him a blow job. I can see her with her ass high up in the air, doggy style, while he fucks her madly, then he cums all over her ass. She watches me as I watch her; I instruct her every move. I can't get home quick enough, I definitely need to cum and hope you're home too. When I turn the corner, I am thrilled (not to mention relieved) to see your truck in the driveway. But there's also another car parked in front of the house, one not familiar to me. Damn! Company!
I walked into the house, expecting to see someone trying to sell you something. Instead, I saw nothing and heard nothing. As a matter of fact, there were no lights on and even though the sun hadn't set yet, it was somewhat dark inside. I wandered through the living room to the kitchen; nothing. I checked the back patio and it was empty also. Maybe you went for a first time sex walk, who knows? I turned back to the kitchen and headed down the hallway to our sanctuary, the master bedroom. Sometimes I refer to it as my playground but whatever I call it, it most certainly is my favorite room in the house. Our king size bed is a four-poster rail system and high enough off the floor that I need a little stepladder to climb in. It's covered by a down comforter and topped with a dozen pillows of various shapes, sizes and colors. The bedroom is extremely large and is also where my computer is set up. It's tucked into a terrific little nook with its own window that looks out into our private backyard. I like to think of it as my own space in which to sit and write. |
