First Timers!

They both knew things had been going stale. Not inactive as such, but that their sex had become quite routine. Finally, while stuck for what to watch on Netflix, they began to talk about it, snuggled on each side of the lounge.



Mostly, and Jon was first to admit as much, it was on his part. Before he’d met Bec, his experiences had only been one off, almost always while drunk, and never overly concerned about his performance or satisfying his partner.



Bec craved more. She missed the passion from their early times, when he would actually try to go down on her, or at least make an attempt at it. But she loved him, and pushed aside her deep sexual desires, instead merely fantasizing about them when she snuck in a solo session.



That night, on the lounge, sometimes unable to look each other in the eyes, they poured out their desires, their ideas, and pondered together about what they were to do next. They decided to peruse some online sex stores, but didn’t really know exactly what they were after. Overwhelmed, Bec suggested they just visit their local adult shop. Jon was hesitant. Almost more hesitant than when he’d said, with his eyes glued to the floor, that he’d like to try ‘some butt stuff’.



Bec explained to him that adult shops aren’t a scary place. Having been on the receiving end of young men like Jon used to be, she relied on toys to get her through her younger years (and sometimes still she digs out her favourite little blue bullet).



The following night, the couple went up the stairs to the adult shop, albeit Jon weighed down with trepidation. He was happy, and relieved, to find it nothing like his mind had imagined. There was no seedy old man in leather pants behind the counter, no pale skinned men perusing through magazine racks (there weren’t any magazines!) and everything was nice and clean.



Most surprising though, was the young man that greeted them, his smile and personality shining through his clipped hair, his close cropped beard. Jon let Bec do all the talking, and after she explained why they were in, the shop clerk smiled broadly at them.

‘I’m so glad you’ve come in here, guys,’ he said. ‘And while I’ve got plenty of things I can show you tonight, let me just say you’ve already done my job for me. You’ve talked about it. You’ve opened up a line of communication that will bring you closer together than anything I can sell you here tonight.’



Jon smiled to Bec, who shared the same look back to him. It had been a hard conversation the night before, but it had brought them here, and brought them closer together already. They both knew they were going to be in for sex after visiting the store, but when they went to bed the night before, they kissed with a passion they both felt was long lost. They held each other close, their hands longing stroking the other’s body.



The clerk gave them a tour of the store, to get them used to the place, to help make them feel comfortable. He took them through everything, from bullets to bunnies, from dongs to douches, and everything in between.



‘Now, I’d love to sell you a WeVibe Sync,’ he said as they stopped in front of a glass cabinet. ‘But this is a journey you’re taking, and I’d rather make sure you two leave happy than make one good sale tonight and never see you two again.’



At the suggestions of the clerk, the couple left with a few nice little things: A sexy board game, a Kama Sutra DVD, massage oil, scented hemp candles and loose rose petals. While they loved what they got, they were also excited about the satin ties he suggested for their next visit, and moving into sensory deprivation play.



That night, perched on either side of their little dining table, they jumped straight into their board game. They laughed a lot, they answered questions in the game that caused moments of awkwardness but, just as the man in the shop had said, it got them communicating even more. It got them excited to hear what the other was thinking about various fantasies.



Afterwards, Jon gave Bec a massage as they played their Kama Sutra DVD in the background. While the DVD was meant to be more educational, Jon also saw it as a way forward towards watching regular porn together.



As he felt the warmth of her soft skin flourish beneath his hands, he could feel his hardness pressing against his pants. Not for naked couple on the screen, which he’d since stopped watching, but just from enjoying his lover’s body. Paying close attention to all those curves of hers that he loves.



Bec fought against herself to not wriggle against his touch. Not that she was ticklish, but just as the wax in the candle, she could feel herself melting all over. She couldn’t remember a time, if ever, he had been so single minded in simply trying to make her feel good.



And it was working.



The massage set the pace for the rest of their evening. Sensuous, slow, loving. For the first time, they made love there on the lounge, lingering on each touch, every caress, every kiss.


They had re-lit the spark, and never looked back.

Jon and Bec were very pleased with the way things were going between them now. In and out of the bedroom. They didn’t always use the things they bought from the sex shop, but Jon had learned to slow down and pay his lover as much attention as he could muster.

Even still, it was only two weeks after their first visit that they returned to the adult shop.

They were eager to start with sensory deprivation play.

‘I want to be the first to tie you up,’ Jon said as the pair left the store, their bondage starter kit tucked into a large black bag.

‘You mean I’m just going to lay there and let you completely please and satisfy me?’ Bec laughed, ‘Yeah, that sounds horrible.’ She had no idea about what Jon was planning to do, what he had been imagining for some time now.

As they had found themselves frequently doing recently, they prepared themselves by sharing a shower. Lathering each other up, kissing as the steaming water runs along their bodies. When Bec’s soapy hand found Jon’s semi erect cock, she took extra care to wash it, lightly stroking him. She bit her lower lip, trying to hold herself back, as she felt him grow firmer beneath the touch of her fingers.

Jon pressed his forehead against hers, savouring her touch. His eyes dropped down, seeing streams of water shoot off from her erect nipples, before flowing down to where her hand was stroking him. He soaped his hands, starting from her shoulders, he moved them down to her silky breasts, before continuing on over her hips. Her skin was so smooth, encased with water and lubricated with soap.

Bec pushed back against his forehead, raising his chin so she could kiss him. She pulled her hands off him, wrapping them around his back, pulling him close. His own hands grabbed hold of her ass.

He squeezed her cheeks.

She could feel his erection poking against her belly. He longed to be inside her, and she needed him just as much.

Bec forced her tongue inside his mouth, drawing circles, craving him.

They barely towelled off before making their way the bedroom.

With the style of their bed, they had to buy an under-mattress restraint system, since they had no headboards to tie off against, which Jon had set up beneath the mattress before they had even jumped in the shower

‘Where do you want me?’ Bec said as she crawled into the middle of the bed.

‘Right there, on your back, spread out.’ His tone was unwavering, enough to make Bec do exactly as told.

He walked around the bed, and Bec’s gaze followed him, and his semi erect cock slapping against each leg as he took a step. Jon gently took her left hand and pulled it diagonally towards the corner, where he fastened the velcro cuff around her wrist.

‘How’s that?’

Bec yanked her hand against the cuff. ‘You can go tighter,’ she smiled.

‘You sure?’

She simply nodded her head yes. He did so, and followed suit with her other wrist before moving towards her ankles. Here, he made sure he had her legs spread as wide as he could get them.

Bec felt completely exposed. Stark naked, bound, her pussy wide open. Her nipples were rock hard, a mix of excitement and hesitation. But at the suggestion of the store clerk, they had come up with a safe word. Something they felt was appropriate for them, a reminder of where they had been sexually before, and where they were progressing to now. ‘Vanilla’.

She was glad they had the word in place, but at the same time, she trusted him completely. Besides, she was also interested to see what Jon had in store for her, and just how far she felt she would be able to go.

Jon laid the remaining pieces of the kit out on the bed, slowly, deliberately, making sure Bec could see each item. She couldn’t help but smile at the little feather tickler, a smile that soon faded as he took at the little leather flail. He already had some of their other goodies out, namely massage oil.

The last thing Bec saw was the plush lined blindfold, which Jon pulled over her head, softly kissing her cheek as he did so. She stretched her neck to try to kiss him, but he pulled away.

Bec couldn’t see the smile on Jon’s face.


Part Two of The First Time…

Scratch That Itch!

She was stressed.

Far more stressed than usual. Work had been manic. Twelve hour days. Just enough time to get home, feed the cat, eat take out, and fall asleep in front of Netflix.

Even still, long working weeks were nothing new to Jen. But she couldn’t quite place her finger on the reason for her extra stress.  Until, once again on the sofa, eating noodles with her cat on her lap, that Netflix revealed the answer. Male nudity is so rare in movies, especially for a known actor. And seeing his cock just hanging out, King Arthur’s sword so to speak, took Jen by surprise.

‘How long has it been?’ She didn’t even realise the words came out loud. The cat didn’t answer her. ‘That long, hey?’

It had been even longer. In fact, two weeks ago she’d been so on edge she’d gone up to her local adult lifestyle centre. She was thrown off guard by the man that greeted her when she entered the store. A burly fellow, with a scraggly beard and long hair. She wasn’t sure if he was an actual lumberjack, or just a hipster. Given that he couldn’t possibly know what she was going to need, she ignored his offering of help and she perused through the store, lost in the wall of vibrators and rabbits.

After a few minutes, the clerk had come back to offer more assistance.
‘Guess he should know what he’s selling,’ she thought at the time, following his lead, answering some simple, but pretty private questions. Again, she remembered it was just his job, and it wasn’t like they were sitting in a bar and he was asking if she was more external or internally aroused. He had led her over to a particular section, and the way the colours popped, she immediately thought of cotton candy. Fun Factory. There were some odd looking designs,
and the lumberjack hipster went straight for the oddest one of all. The Volta.

‘You may not believe it, but I don’t have a clit,’ the man joked. ‘But my boss, this is her absolute favourite toy.’

‘How do you know?’ Jen asked.

‘Because when I work with her, she tells every single person exactly that. And if it were an expensive toy, then maybe I’d question her reasoning. Here.’ He handed her the demonstration model.

It was blackberry colour. More like the juice of a blackberry than the colour of its exterior. Jen took it by the white handle, her finger sliding nimbly into the metallic hole centering the handle. The toy itself had a curve to it, almost like a Japanese sword might, but then it had another lip to it. The more she looked at it, the more she thought it looked like a She turned the tv off, left the cat with some dry food to keep him occupied, and made her way to her bedroom, her clothes immediately falling to the floor. Volta climbed out of the bottom drawer of her bedside table, ergonomically resting in her hand. With a touch of Pjur,

She hit the ‘Fun’ button. Volta was still on the lowest setting, its lips shimmering together. Jen remembered the sensation of it on her nose back in the store, and as she lowered the toy, her excitement rose. She brought the lips of the toy between her legs, already quivering in anticipation, and gently pressed it against her clit.

‘Oh. My. God.’ Volta’s lips fluttered against her clit, and immediately it felt better than any time someone had ever gone down on her before. Which said a lot. Without even realising, she tapped it up a few notches. The tips of the toys flickered like a hummingbird’s wings. It was almost too intense for Jen, and for some relief, she lowered the Volta. He attacked her labia, her moist folds relishing in the attention.

She was no longer pining for famous Chris’ cock. She wasn’t imaging anything. Just feeling. Reveling. Savouring. Though she did remember the man in the store telling her it was safe for internal use. Her hand, and the toy, acted instinctively, lowering the settings as she slid it inside her pussy. There was no need for extra lube. Not just because she bought the good stuff, but because her body had well and truly done its job. It was, once again, like nothing she’d ever felt before and for a fleeting moment, wondered if she could ever go back to the real thing.

She raised the cadence once again, and her back arched as Volta drove deep inside her. She tried to let out a slew of cursives and blasphemes, but her vocabulary was lost. She could only moan.

However Jen was honest with the store clerk when she told him she was an external girl, and while penetration always felt good, her clit was the key to holding her glory. She drew Volta out, its tips pulsating against her as it withdrew, further dragging audible pleasure from her lips. Jen was in the zone now. The ‘Oh zone’. At maximum setting, she brought Volta up to her clit, her other hand sinking fingers into her craven pussy.

With all hands on deck, the ship was sailing. Through the air. She was on a high, waves of ecstasy sliding through her whole body. She could feel her legs tighten, her toes point outward, her shoulders spasm. With a cry loud enough to wake the neighbours, Jen came hard on Volta. Yet she couldn’t pull it away, keeping the toy flickering against her clit, holding her on the precipice. Her eyes rolled, uncontrollably biting her bottom lip. After nearly two minutes, when she couldn’t take any more, she let Volta fall from her hand. She heard it’s tips fluttering together against her sheets, only just audible over her pulsing heart and heavy breathing.

Jen’s body quivered for some time still, rollicking in its post orgasm bliss.
It was the first time in weeks that work had truly escaped her mind. And everything else. The following day, her colleagues barely recognised her as she floated through the office, forever daydreaming about her return visit and play date with Volta.

Erotic Fiction Or Fact?

The best kind of erotic stories are one that’s based on the truth. Now i’m not guaranteeing that everything in this story is fact, but what i’m suggesting is that there were certain events that led to this story. . . Here goes.

A chance encounter while shopping reconnected me with an old friend. In the past we had a friend’s with benefits kind of relationship. And to be honest I had some experience as a slightly older boy having turned 18 a while ago and she had none. But jump forward 12 years and here we are catching up over a coffee, chatting about people and places from our past and it didn’t take long for one of us to mention our more personal adventures.

It was then that I learnt I was her first, it was news to me and I took the opportunity to give a cheeky compliment that she made all the right moves and seemed to know what she was doing, a natural.

Fast forward to a few days after our catch up and I receive a text from her, she quite openly asked during our coffee date if I was tempted to go off with her to some private place and relive some of those benefits we shared before or was she alone in that thought? I replied that the more we spoke about old times the more it crept into my mind – and i left it open to flirt.

In the days that followed we continued to exchange texts that where getting more and more on the subject of reconnecting sexually. One night the phone goes off again and it’s a simple but exciting question on my screen. “what do you want to do to me?” and to tell the truth I was shook, I didn’t know how to answer, was she expecting some descriptive play by play of a sexual encounter? Or was I expected to reply in a way that I can’t even begin to understand?

For the first time in many years I felt nervous, and decided to reply with a bit of a dodge “I want to fulfill your desires, whatever you want I will do”. If her first question didn’t make me feel nervous enough her next text had me completely questioning my self-image as a experienced sexual being, she began to describe how she wanted me to tie her hands above her head, kiss & bite her as I removed her clothes, and I thought well this isn’t anything new to me, all things I had done before. But that’s were my experience ended and I began to realized she had become a lot more experienced in exploring herself sexually than I.

The following texts all described how she will want me to choke her, spank her if she does not give the desired response, call her names & use all manner of devices on her, she ended out stating “I want you to completely dominate me” Not knowing what to say I responded with a joke “my safe word is keep going” to witch I was told safe words are useless when she is gauged.

I was both excited and nervous, she was defiantly requesting a kind of play I had never done. And I was running though my head, how do I go about this? How do I completely dominate someone and be in total control of another’s body, and that’s when I realized, she is the one who is in control here. She had outlined exactly what she wanted and I was putting all my thoughts and effort into how to successfully do this to her satisfaction. I had become so obsessed with making sure she was satisfied I didn’t even care if I enjoyed it. I felt like I was the slave here not her.

This was the first time my confidence as a dominant sexual being was challenged. She had told me that when we first had sex I was her first. But now I felt like I was the new one, nervous and scared of getting it wrong. And so I did what a lot of people would do, I completely hid my worries from her and acted like it was nothing new, not wanting her to know that this was new ground for me. Fake it till I make it I had decided.

Sex Stories

And so came the day when she invited me around. By this point there was no beating around the bush in how she spoke to me. “bring something to restrain me, and plenty of toys to fuck me with”

For a moment I considered the irony, she is the one completely in control of this situation in which I am to play the part of the one in control and boy had the tables turned from all those years ago where I was the one who knew what they were doing. A very new road lay ahead of me as I drove to her house, bag of toys sitting in the seat next to me, trying to compose myself and squash my clear nervous excitement. I received one final text before I arrived “the door is unlocked, I’m waiting”…..

Cumming Out – Erotic Story Part Two!

Cumming Out – Part One!

I felt so vulnerable with my legs apart and Mr Reynolds staring at my pussy with such a hungry look in his eyes. I began to softly moan, yearning for him to eat me then and there but to my surprise he stood up and took a step away from me.


“You can’t expect it’s going to be that easy do you Sarah?” he said through a smirk. “What are you talking about?” I asked feeling perplexed. One minute it seemed he couldn’t wait to taste me then all of a sudden he was backing away from me. I was stumped!!


“Well, first of all, you didn’t lock the door and that is very, very naughty of you. What if someone else had of come in?” he said, sounding stern all of sudden. “Well no one did come in, did they?!” I exclaimed, feeling frustrated and way too horny.


“Someone is acting like a naughty brat and needs to know that this is unacceptable” He swiftly shut the toilet lid, sat down and patted his thighs. “I need you to lie right here with your ass sticking out. Keep your panties down and pull your skirt up.” I giggled awkwardly, feeling a little intimidated at his assertiveness but did as he told me.


His confidence was so intoxicating. I felt like I was in school again getting in trouble but this time it felt strangely arousing unlike before. As I sprawled myself across his lap, I could feel the energy in my pussy building to even greater heights.


“I’m going to give you 5 spanks on each cheek. After I’m done, you must thank me or there will be more to come. Is that clear Sarah?” “Yes sir” I gulped, feeling a mix of apprehension & excitement at the impending spanking.


He placed his warm hand on my ass cheek and began to move it in circular motions causing a pleasurable heat on my skin. I stupidly thought he had gotten carried away and changed his mind but before I knew it he took his hand away and the first strike had come down causing me to shriek in pain. I wasn’t expecting him to hit me so hard!!


“How was that cheeky girl?” he asked, maintaining a sternness that was incredibly sexy. “It really hurt sir and my pussy feels even more tingly for some weird reason.” He began to laugh as his hand came off my ass cheek again & I braced myself for the next 9 spanks.


As they went on and despite the pain I felt myself getting more and more aroused. It was really confusing, especially as by the 8th spank I was almost begging for more. “You’re liking that aren’t you beautiful girl?” he sniggered. “I sure am sir” I managed to cry through my shrieks and moans.


When he hit my ass for the 10th time, I could feel my pussy juices dribbling down my inner thighs as I struggled to maintain all the turn on in my body. I turned to look him in the eyes and almost melted when I did-His look was one of pure satisfaction!! “Thank you so much sir” I blurted out. “You’re so welcome” he said as his hand began to run up my inner thighs towards my dripping wet cunt.


He stopped it just shy of my pussy lips and began to firmly massage my thighs. “What a tease” I thought as I looked back at him and gave the best doe eyed “more please sir” I could manage.


“Beautiful manners Sarah, how could I not oblige you now?” he said as his fingers made their way to my wanting clitoris. It had never felt this good before!! He ran his fingers up and down my pussy until I cried “I’m going to come.” Then came the most frustrating thing that could ever happen in that situation: he abruptly stopped!!


“What are you doing?!” I shrieked as I attempted to wiggle my pussy towards his hand before he pulled it away, “I was so close!!”


“See, there you go again, expecting it’s going to be that easy.” he smirked as he pulled me up off his lap and made me stand. “What do you mean easy? I let you spank me didn’t I?” I said as I bat my eye lashes in a half joking way. I was willing to do whatever he wanted, if only he would let me come!


“The reality is, I can’t fucking wait till you explode but you’re going to have to come home with me if you want more” he explained. “Ahh of course I’ll come home with you sir, let me just tell Hannah” I said as I bent down to pull my panties up.


“Don’t go doing that baby, take them off and give them to me” he said as he put his hand out ready to take them. I willingly did as he asked and handed them to him.


Panty Sniffer

“It’s going to be quite the sight having you sprawled on my bed fully naked and bound as I keep you on the brink of cumming all night” he winked as he brought my panties to his face and sniffed them. I stood there, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks and realized how glad I was to have gone out this night!!

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Cumming Out – Erotic Fiction!

Toilet Sex

“I can’t come out tonight Hannah, I’m sick,” I wailed to my friend on the phone in between fake coughs.


She was begging me to spend a night on the town with her. Yes, it’s true I was lying my tits off but I couldn’t think of anything worse than being stuck in a club with a bunch of young guys groping at me on the dance floor.


“You always do this Sarah, I don’t believe you for a second!” she exclaimed. 

I had built a bit of a reputation for being somewhat of a home body but if you ask me, it was for a very good reason. You see, even though I was only 20, I had never understood the appeal of going out and having so called “fun” in a club. I saw it as a ridiculous mating ritual in disguise with immature guys and didn’t want any part in it!!


“You’re coming out whether you like it or not Sarah!!” Hannah demanded and I knew from her tone she meant it. I had avoided it for way too long and knew that if I turned her down again, I’d be paying for it for weeks.


“Fine, I’ll come out with you just because I want you to stop yelling at me!! However, the deal is, if I end up finding a sexy older man while I’m out I’m leaving you to go home with him!!” I laughed. “Alright it’s a deal!” Hannah laughed & exhaled in relief.


I met Hannah close to the train station and we made our way into the city to a bar before heading to the clubs. “I love your skirt babe” she said pointing down at the newest addition to my wardrobe as we waited to get inside. “You don’t think it’s too schoolgirl do you?” I giggled, bringing my hands to my mouth in a cutesy gesture just like those Japanese school girls you see in the movies.


“Sarah, is that you?” I heard a deep voice asking behind me in the line. I quickly turned to put a face to the voice and was met by none other than my high school English teacher!!


“Oh my gosh Mr Reynolds, how are you?” I said as I felt my cheeks becoming flushed with embarrassment. Mr Reynolds was a handsome man in his early 40’s that every single girl in high school had a crush on (myself included admittedly). “I’m doing really well thanks Sarah. It’s been a while and you haven’t changed at all” he said as he looked down at my skirt and gave me a wink. “Ahh you overheard the schoolgirl skirt thing” I said, unable to hide my still rosy red cheeks. “Don’t worry, I think it looks great on you-just like those skirts always did.” As the words slipped out of his mouth, I could feel a tingling sensation in my lower belly. Did he just say what I think he said?!


“Anyway, I better head on inside, I’m meeting a friend soon. Probably see you in there?” he asked. “I’m sure I will Sir” and realised that I wasn’t in school anymore. “Wait, should I still call you sir?” I asked half joking as he went to walk away. “I think it’s for the best, don’t you?” he said in a stern and sultry tone. “Yes sir” I answered back, feeling that tingling in my belly building and expanding down.


“Umm did that just happen?!” Hannah shrieked as we sat down to order our drinks. “He’s so sexy but he is so much older than you!! And he used to be your teacher!” “You know how much I prefer the company of an older gentleman” I stated in the most sarcastically posh accent I could muster.


After a few drinks during which all Hannah and I could talk about was Mr Reynolds, I decided I needed to find a way to approach him. He was sitting across the room from us and I did my very best to get his attention by making eyes at him but he seemed to not be at all interested. “Maybe I was kidding myself thinking he was into me. He could have just slipped up and said something he didn’t mean” I thought to myself as I made my way to the toilets, busting to pee.


The ladies’ toilets were closed for cleaning so I thought I would sneak into the disabled bathroom to pee. Just as I was almost finished, the door was flung open and I got that instant rush of regret that I had forgotten to lock the toilet door. And just my luck, it was Mr Reynolds!!


“Would you look who it is” he stated whilst smirking, not even a little bit surprised that the bathroom was occupied. I knew this was no accident as he stood looking proud, locking the door behind him. I did my best to act appalled but felt excited that he’d come up to me…even if I was half way through peeing!


“Mr Reynolds, what are you doing in here?” I exclaimed as I stood up and attempted to pull up my panties which were all the way around my ankles thanks to my tipsy carelessness. “No, don’t go doing that” he demanded as he walked towards me and crouched down so his face was staring at my crotch. “I want you to show me what’s underneath that skirt of yours” he said with a look of hunger in his eyes that made my pussy quiver. I stood there feeling so nervous and turned on at the same time, watching as his gaze did not leave my body. I grabbed the bottom of my skirt and slowly pulled it up towards my waist so that my glistening pussy was on display for him to inspect.


“I’ve been sitting with my friend for 2 hours imagining what your cunt looks like. I could never have imagined it to be this fucking perfect!” he said as he looked up into my eyes with adoration. “I bet it tastes just as perfect as it looks huh?” he inquired, and I couldn’t help but spread my legs a little wider as an unspoken invitation to decide for himself


Naked in Public
Caught in Public

To be continued…