MissLabelled’s Sunday Story Time

[Centauri1]

I am sharing this particular story today in large part because @Lord Pmann and his “weird sex” thread where he and others talked about masturbating while other people were in the same room. He had thrown out the invitation to women to provide a story if they had ever done such a thing and while I was tempted to respond there, I decided to wait and provide the story here, so as not to take too much space on his thread, and feed mine lol. That being said, there is no photo associated with this story, considering where this took place so I will attach a random photo instead. Let’s begin.

Sex parties. It just so happens that attend quite a number of these, of varying nature. Sometimes they are kink related, other times they can be swingers (I attend these rarely, I'm not one to just fuck strangers, I need some semblance of a relationship), and other times they are queer focused. And sometimes, it’s a mix. This story comes from a kinky and queer party where I found myself in a room with only other women.

This room was not intended to have the scene that transpired occur but you just never know what can happen in these spaces when the mood strikes. It was nearing the end of the night and there were nine of us in this particular room. I knew three of them. One was the woman I went to the party with, this sexy as hell stud of a woman, another was someone I met at previous parties, and the last one was partnered with a friend of mine who is a big pleasure dom and in that capacity has a massive kink for all things “pleasure machines”. From Sybians to power tools with dildo attachments, he has an impressive collection. Here today, in the middle of this room was his Sybian that his partner brought with her. Currently it was sitting quiet and waiting for the next person brave enough to mount it and be made to cum in front of a crowd.

I took a seat on a long leather sofa, in between the person I came with, and the operator of the Sybian. There is a control box where someone dials the speed in which it vibrates and rotates inside of you. Today I was going to be neither rider nor controller, just an observer. As much as I am an exhibitionist, I am just as much a voyeur. An equal opportunity pervert, if you will. Across the room a couple were whispering to each other back and forth until one exclaimed that she wanted to ride the Sybian, as long as her partner ran the controls. She chose her attachment, fastened it to the base, and then rolled a condom on top of it. With these preparations now out of the way, she stripped entirely naked, which is not necessary to ride the Sybian but certainly appreciated by those of us watching.

And so it began. The machine whirred to life, slowly at first, and gradually increasing in speed. I snuggled into the woman I was there with, she cupped a hand on my breast, circling a finger over my nipple through the fabric of the top I was wearing. As we watched the show in front of us, moans were not only coming from the person on the Sybian, although hers were the loudest. Others in the room had either hiked up their skirts, or pushed a hand in their panties and were openly, mindlessly, rubbing their pussies, eyes focussed on the action at the center of the room.

All of this open masturbation encouraged and emboldened me and I turned my head and started kissing my partner as I pulled my thong to the side giving me access to stroke my pussy. I was already wet and I pulled some of the wetness over my clit and teased it with a finger. I broke the kiss and whispered in her ear “Will you finger fuck yourself with me daddy, please?” and she complied, surprising me as she was the one to usually provide the commands but she was also clearly aroused by the whole scene and she knew that doing this for me would excite me even further than I already was. As I gazed across the room, every single woman was either masturbating using their fingers or having pulled out a toy they had brought with them. Even the one controlling the Sybian had reached a hand beneath herself. My eyes were taking in a feast and my body was responding in kind to all this nourishment, my fingers increasing their tempo as I pushed them inside me, my breath ragged.

The Sybian rider’s orgasm came on strong and she let out a loud and prolonged moan that only urged the others in the room to continue. Moans got increasingly louder and when one woman loudly exclaimed she was going to cum and then began squirting I couldn’t hold back. I felt my persons lips against my ear and then heard three short words “Cum for daddy”. She knew me too well. The orgasm came over me, my mind clouded by the pleasure, and I felt her tense next to me, heard her climax, and we slumped together on the sofa.

I can still remember the heat in that room, the cacophony of moans, the sounds of vibrators and fingers pushing inside pussies, the smells, and then the satisfied little whimpers as we all came down from the ecstasy. In the middle of the floor the Sybian was quiet and lying next to it was another satisfied rider, her partner lying next to her and caressing her torso with gentle fingers.

It was one hell of way to end the night and it was organic, and unplanned, and never duplicated. To this day, this is still one of the most memorable and pleasurable scenes I have ever taken part in. And there was no intercourse at all, just masturbation. And a whole lot of satisfied smiles. I fucking love women!

Very beautiful story, thank you for sharing with us.

 

[Lord Pmann]

I am sharing this particular story today in large part because @Lord Pmann and his “weird sex” thread where he and others talked about masturbating while other people were in the same room. He had thrown out the invitation to women to provide a story if they had ever done such a thing and while I was tempted to respond there, I decided to wait and provide the story here, so as not to take too much space on his thread, and feed mine lol. That being said, there is no photo associated with this story, considering where this took place so I will attach a random photo instead. Let’s begin.

Sex parties. It just so happens that attend quite a number of these, of varying nature. Sometimes they are kink related, other times they can be swingers (I attend these rarely, I'm not one to just fuck strangers, I need some semblance of a relationship), and other times they are queer focused. And sometimes, it’s a mix. This story comes from a kinky and queer party where I found myself in a room with only other women.

This room was not intended to have the scene that transpired occur but you just never know what can happen in these spaces when the mood strikes. It was nearing the end of the night and there were nine of us in this particular room. I knew three of them. One was the woman I went to the party with, this sexy as hell stud of a woman, another was someone I met at previous parties, and the last one was partnered with a friend of mine who is a big pleasure dom and in that capacity has a massive kink for all things “pleasure machines”. From Sybians to power tools with dildo attachments, he has an impressive collection. Here today, in the middle of this room was his Sybian that his partner brought with her. Currently it was sitting quiet and waiting for the next person brave enough to mount it and be made to cum in front of a crowd.

I took a seat on a long leather sofa, in between the person I came with, and the operator of the Sybian. There is a control box where someone dials the speed in which it vibrates and rotates inside of you. Today I was going to be neither rider nor controller, just an observer. As much as I am an exhibitionist, I am just as much a voyeur. An equal opportunity pervert, if you will. Across the room a couple were whispering to each other back and forth until one exclaimed that she wanted to ride the Sybian, as long as her partner ran the controls. She chose her attachment, fastened it to the base, and then rolled a condom on top of it. With these preparations now out of the way, she stripped entirely naked, which is not necessary to ride the Sybian but certainly appreciated by those of us watching.

And so it began. The machine whirred to life, slowly at first, and gradually increasing in speed. I snuggled into the woman I was there with, she cupped a hand on my breast, circling a finger over my nipple through the fabric of the top I was wearing. As we watched the show in front of us, moans were not only coming from the person on the Sybian, although hers were the loudest. Others in the room had either hiked up their skirts, or pushed a hand in their panties and were openly, mindlessly, rubbing their pussies, eyes focussed on the action at the center of the room.

All of this open masturbation encouraged and emboldened me and I turned my head and started kissing my partner as I pulled my thong to the side giving me access to stroke my pussy. I was already wet and I pulled some of the wetness over my clit and teased it with a finger. I broke the kiss and whispered in her ear “Will you finger fuck yourself with me daddy, please?” and she complied, surprising me as she was the one to usually provide the commands but she was also clearly aroused by the whole scene and she knew that doing this for me would excite me even further than I already was. As I gazed across the room, every single woman was either masturbating using their fingers or having pulled out a toy they had brought with them. Even the one controlling the Sybian had reached a hand beneath herself. My eyes were taking in a feast and my body was responding in kind to all this nourishment, my fingers increasing their tempo as I pushed them inside me, my breath ragged.

The Sybian rider’s orgasm came on strong and she let out a loud and prolonged moan that only urged the others in the room to continue. Moans got increasingly louder and when one woman loudly exclaimed she was going to cum and then began squirting I couldn’t hold back. I felt my persons lips against my ear and then heard three short words “Cum for daddy”. She knew me too well. The orgasm came over me, my mind clouded by the pleasure, and I felt her tense next to me, heard her climax, and we slumped together on the sofa.

I can still remember the heat in that room, the cacophony of moans, the sounds of vibrators and fingers pushing inside pussies, the smells, and then the satisfied little whimpers as we all came down from the ecstasy. In the middle of the floor the Sybian was quiet and lying next to it was another satisfied rider, her partner lying next to her and caressing her torso with gentle fingers.

It was one hell of way to end the night and it was organic, and unplanned, and never duplicated. To this day, this is still one of the most memorable and pleasurable scenes I have ever taken part in. And there was no intercourse at all, just masturbation. And a whole lot of satisfied smiles. I fucking love women!

Show off. My story was about three horny AF teenagers without the means to find good porn or wanking location and you post this porno themed story.

This story comes from a kinky and queer party where I found myself in a room with only other women.

Any tips on how I could make this happen are MUCH appreciated.

He had thrown out the invitation to women to provide a story if they had ever done such a thing and while I was tempted to respond there, I decided to wait and provide the story here, so as not to take too much space on his thread, and feed mine lol.

You are welcome to take up space in my thread, you greedy fucker.

 

[MissLabelled]

Show off. My story was about three horny AF teenagers without the means to find good porn or wanking location and you post this porno themed story.

I was right to tag you in my post, good lord you made me laugh with all of this

Any tips on how I could make this happen are MUCH appreciated.

The best way is to be a woman. Next to that, a celebrity that women want to fuck.

You are welcome to take up space in my thread, you greedy fucker.

Fine, I’ll post in your thread next time a prompt brings up a story. Jeez!

 

[morelikeasong]

I am sharing this particular story today in large part because @Lord Pmann and his “weird sex” thread where he and others talked about masturbating while other people were in the same room. He had thrown out the invitation to women to provide a story if they had ever done such a thing and while I was tempted to respond there, I decided to wait and provide the story here, so as not to take too much space on his thread, and feed mine lol. That being said, there is no photo associated with this story, considering where this took place so I will attach a random photo instead. Let’s begin.

Sex parties. It just so happens that attend quite a number of these, of varying nature. Sometimes they are kink related, other times they can be swingers (I attend these rarely, I'm not one to just fuck strangers, I need some semblance of a relationship), and other times they are queer focused. And sometimes, it’s a mix. This story comes from a kinky and queer party where I found myself in a room with only other women.

This room was not intended to have the scene that transpired occur but you just never know what can happen in these spaces when the mood strikes. It was nearing the end of the night and there were nine of us in this particular room. I knew three of them. One was the woman I went to the party with, this sexy as hell stud of a woman, another was someone I met at previous parties, and the last one was partnered with a friend of mine who is a big pleasure dom and in that capacity has a massive kink for all things “pleasure machines”. From Sybians to power tools with dildo attachments, he has an impressive collection. Here today, in the middle of this room was his Sybian that his partner brought with her. Currently it was sitting quiet and waiting for the next person brave enough to mount it and be made to cum in front of a crowd.

I took a seat on a long leather sofa, in between the person I came with, and the operator of the Sybian. There is a control box where someone dials the speed in which it vibrates and rotates inside of you. Today I was going to be neither rider nor controller, just an observer. As much as I am an exhibitionist, I am just as much a voyeur. An equal opportunity pervert, if you will. Across the room a couple were whispering to each other back and forth until one exclaimed that she wanted to ride the Sybian, as long as her partner ran the controls. She chose her attachment, fastened it to the base, and then rolled a condom on top of it. With these preparations now out of the way, she stripped entirely naked, which is not necessary to ride the Sybian but certainly appreciated by those of us watching.

And so it began. The machine whirred to life, slowly at first, and gradually increasing in speed. I snuggled into the woman I was there with, she cupped a hand on my breast, circling a finger over my nipple through the fabric of the top I was wearing. As we watched the show in front of us, moans were not only coming from the person on the Sybian, although hers were the loudest. Others in the room had either hiked up their skirts, or pushed a hand in their panties and were openly, mindlessly, rubbing their pussies, eyes focussed on the action at the center of the room.

All of this open masturbation encouraged and emboldened me and I turned my head and started kissing my partner as I pulled my thong to the side giving me access to stroke my pussy. I was already wet and I pulled some of the wetness over my clit and teased it with a finger. I broke the kiss and whispered in her ear “Will you finger fuck yourself with me daddy, please?” and she complied, surprising me as she was the one to usually provide the commands but she was also clearly aroused by the whole scene and she knew that doing this for me would excite me even further than I already was. As I gazed across the room, every single woman was either masturbating using their fingers or having pulled out a toy they had brought with them. Even the one controlling the Sybian had reached a hand beneath herself. My eyes were taking in a feast and my body was responding in kind to all this nourishment, my fingers increasing their tempo as I pushed them inside me, my breath ragged.

The Sybian rider’s orgasm came on strong and she let out a loud and prolonged moan that only urged the others in the room to continue. Moans got increasingly louder and when one woman loudly exclaimed she was going to cum and then began squirting I couldn’t hold back. I felt my persons lips against my ear and then heard three short words “Cum for daddy”. She knew me too well. The orgasm came over me, my mind clouded by the pleasure, and I felt her tense next to me, heard her climax, and we slumped together on the sofa.

I can still remember the heat in that room, the cacophony of moans, the sounds of vibrators and fingers pushing inside pussies, the smells, and then the satisfied little whimpers as we all came down from the ecstasy. In the middle of the floor the Sybian was quiet and lying next to it was another satisfied rider, her partner lying next to her and caressing her torso with gentle fingers.

It was one hell of way to end the night and it was organic, and unplanned, and never duplicated. To this day, this is still one of the most memorable and pleasurable scenes I have ever taken part in. And there was no intercourse at all, just masturbation. And a whole lot of satisfied smiles. I fucking love women!

I am… speechless
Fuck, woman, this is so hot.
I didn’t know things like this happened in real life…

 

[vagrantx]

I am sharing this particular story today

For crying out loud, Miss, how. HOW!! My cup of souls is just filled to the brim with happiness for you, with flakes of envy and jealousy sprinkled across the head. Thank you, again, for sharing your life with us. And what a life.

The best way is to be a woman. Next to that, a celebrity that women want to fuck.

Or own a sybian and have some open minded friends
The things I'd do to get my hands on one... and thighs.

I am… speechless
Fuck, woman, this is so hot.
I didn’t know things like this happened in real life…

Right!??? She's living the dream....

 

[morelikeasong]

The things I'd do to get my hands on one... and thighs.

And what I wouldn’t give to watch you maybe with @MissLabelled …

 

[vagrantx]

And what I wouldn’t give to watch you maybe with @MissLabelled…

Just bring some toys of your own, give me a show as I ride my way into oblivion

 

[UnquietDreams]

I am sharing this particular story today in large part because @Lord Pmann and his “weird sex” thread where he and others talked about masturbating while other people were in the same room. He had thrown out the invitation to women to provide a story if they had ever done such a thing and while I was tempted to respond there, I decided to wait and provide the story here, so as not to take too much space on his thread, and feed mine lol. That being said, there is no photo associated with this story, considering where this took place so I will attach a random photo instead. Let’s begin.

Sex parties. It just so happens that attend quite a number of these, of varying nature. Sometimes they are kink related, other times they can be swingers (I attend these rarely, I'm not one to just fuck strangers, I need some semblance of a relationship), and other times they are queer focused. And sometimes, it’s a mix. This story comes from a kinky and queer party where I found myself in a room with only other women.

This room was not intended to have the scene that transpired occur but you just never know what can happen in these spaces when the mood strikes. It was nearing the end of the night and there were nine of us in this particular room. I knew three of them. One was the woman I went to the party with, this sexy as hell stud of a woman, another was someone I met at previous parties, and the last one was partnered with a friend of mine who is a big pleasure dom and in that capacity has a massive kink for all things “pleasure machines”. From Sybians to power tools with dildo attachments, he has an impressive collection. Here today, in the middle of this room was his Sybian that his partner brought with her. Currently it was sitting quiet and waiting for the next person brave enough to mount it and be made to cum in front of a crowd.

I took a seat on a long leather sofa, in between the person I came with, and the operator of the Sybian. There is a control box where someone dials the speed in which it vibrates and rotates inside of you. Today I was going to be neither rider nor controller, just an observer. As much as I am an exhibitionist, I am just as much a voyeur. An equal opportunity pervert, if you will. Across the room a couple were whispering to each other back and forth until one exclaimed that she wanted to ride the Sybian, as long as her partner ran the controls. She chose her attachment, fastened it to the base, and then rolled a condom on top of it. With these preparations now out of the way, she stripped entirely naked, which is not necessary to ride the Sybian but certainly appreciated by those of us watching.

And so it began. The machine whirred to life, slowly at first, and gradually increasing in speed. I snuggled into the woman I was there with, she cupped a hand on my breast, circling a finger over my nipple through the fabric of the top I was wearing. As we watched the show in front of us, moans were not only coming from the person on the Sybian, although hers were the loudest. Others in the room had either hiked up their skirts, or pushed a hand in their panties and were openly, mindlessly, rubbing their pussies, eyes focussed on the action at the center of the room.

All of this open masturbation encouraged and emboldened me and I turned my head and started kissing my partner as I pulled my thong to the side giving me access to stroke my pussy. I was already wet and I pulled some of the wetness over my clit and teased it with a finger. I broke the kiss and whispered in her ear “Will you finger fuck yourself with me daddy, please?” and she complied, surprising me as she was the one to usually provide the commands but she was also clearly aroused by the whole scene and she knew that doing this for me would excite me even further than I already was. As I gazed across the room, every single woman was either masturbating using their fingers or having pulled out a toy they had brought with them. Even the one controlling the Sybian had reached a hand beneath herself. My eyes were taking in a feast and my body was responding in kind to all this nourishment, my fingers increasing their tempo as I pushed them inside me, my breath ragged.

The Sybian rider’s orgasm came on strong and she let out a loud and prolonged moan that only urged the others in the room to continue. Moans got increasingly louder and when one woman loudly exclaimed she was going to cum and then began squirting I couldn’t hold back. I felt my persons lips against my ear and then heard three short words “Cum for daddy”. She knew me too well. The orgasm came over me, my mind clouded by the pleasure, and I felt her tense next to me, heard her climax, and we slumped together on the sofa.

I can still remember the heat in that room, the cacophony of moans, the sounds of vibrators and fingers pushing inside pussies, the smells, and then the satisfied little whimpers as we all came down from the ecstasy. In the middle of the floor the Sybian was quiet and lying next to it was another satisfied rider, her partner lying next to her and caressing her torso with gentle fingers.

It was one hell of way to end the night and it was organic, and unplanned, and never duplicated. To this day, this is still one of the most memorable and pleasurable scenes I have ever taken part in. And there was no intercourse at all, just masturbation. And a whole lot of satisfied smiles. I fucking love women!

As usual, a wonderful and beautiful story. Thank you for sharing.

There is such incredible power in a woman masturbating. The sense of self, the confidence, the assurance, and seeing what pleasures a person is just an amazing thing to be allowed to see. And from my own enjoyment, I am orally obsessed, but also highly aurally aroused as well. I have always been aware of that, but I am coming more into focus on it as well.

Beautiful, transcendentally beautiful.

Thank you again for your stories and willingness to share.

 

[Lord Pmann]

The best way is to be a woman. Next to that, a celebrity that women want to fuck.

And if you were going to list a third way that doesn’t include me changing genders or becoming a celebrity at 40, what would you recommend? (Also, being incredibly rich isn’t going to work either)

 

[MissLabelled]

I am… speechless
Fuck, woman, this is so hot.
I didn’t know things like this happened in real life…

For crying out loud, Miss, how. HOW!! My cup of souls is just filled to the brim with happiness for you, with flakes of envy and jealousy sprinkled across the head. Thank you, again, for sharing your life with us. And what a life.

This story sets the bar pretty high.

And it was all pure serendipity. Many times you negotiate a scene with certain people ahead of time and then enact that scene once at the event. So for this to happen, unplanned as it was, is what made the moment so magical. Strangers connected through nothing more than heightened hornyness.

I doubt this will ever happen again but the memory of it will live on inside me forever. And the memory of it, and the re-telling of it, had me naked on my bed and masturbating once more.

 

[MissLabelled]

And if you were going to list a third way that doesn’t include me changing genders or becoming a celebrity at 40, what would you recommend? (Also, being incredibly rich isn’t going to work either)

Polygamy?

 

[Lord Pmann]

Polygamy?

I feel like you’re not even trying to help me. You post this story that’s like a billion times sexier than mine and involves women cumming. 100% sexy. I post a story that’s 100% shame and 100% comical. Now you’re being greedy and not giving me good advice on how to get in a room full of sex-crazed women.

MissLabelled, if that’s even your real name, please invite me next time. Put in a good word for me. Tell them I make you laugh. But be sure to make sure it’s with me and not at me.

In my mind, you have access and you’re being like the greedy top 1%ers who don’t want to share the wealth.

I’m open to things. Like, I’m certain there are hot lesbians who are just dying to try things out on a guy because they’ve never had the opportunity. I’m certain that’s a real thing and not something I’ve dreamed up.

 

[UnquietDreams]

Sunday! Waiting for story time...

 

[AuntieDisco]

Sunday! Waiting for story time...

Glad I’m not the only one!!!

 

[MissLabelled]

Sorry gang, no story this week. Nothing really sprang to mind as story worthy.

 

[BrendaD]

Sorry gang, no story this week. Nothing really sprang to mind as story worthy.

 

[AuntieDisco]

Sorry gang, no story this week. Nothing really sprang to mind as story worthy.

 

[UnquietDreams]

Sorry gang, no story this week. Nothing really sprang to mind as story worthy.

Well, I was going to write something (that at least I thought was) clever, maybe punctuated by a gif (even odds for it being from Letterkenny) but really? If you're not feeling it, you're not feeling it.

Love you, and thanks for everything you share.

 

[Azuldrgon]

Sorry gang, no story this week. Nothing really sprang to mind as story worthy.

Having been there myself when I used to try to set up threads like this, I can totally relate.

 

[Kellie0829]

If you are not a fan of reading, this thread may not be for you.

They say a picture is worth 1000 words and while that may be true, I am still a big fan of the story that led to the image being created. As such, I was thinking of attempting an “every Sunday is a story, with the accompanying photo” thread. Now I’m not sure how rsuccessful I will be in this endeavour, there are a lot of Sundays in a year, but it’s worth trying.

Pull up a chair, stay a while.

I am very new to Lit, and I am still trying to navigate in Lit but if I’m doing this right I’m going to enjoy your thread/stream… I just love the concept behind you thread/stream I can’t wait to get to reading it.. I hope to learn from this….. Kellie

 

[MissLabelled]

I wasn’t entirely sure about this one, and I am reaching back into the “archives” if you will, but if I restrict myself to stories with the body configuration I have now, I would be quite limited. So yes, I have a cock in this one. Skip it if that isn’t for you.

The photo included is quite tame but it is from about 15 years ago and as close as one I can find.

——

The party was in full swing, drugs and alcohol were being consumed in copious amounts, the music was loud and people were grinding on each other everywhere you looked. It was impossible to have a conversation so dancing pressed up on one another was a form of communication. We were right in the heart of Montreal’s gay village in some old apartment complex, the year is 2002 and I’m just a baby trans having come out but a few years earlier to family and close friends. I don’t know shit but I know it all, you know?

I was moving among the crowd, feeling the heat of all the bodies gathered, drink in hand and just vibrating in the moment. I made myself up for this night, short dress, heels, face beat to the gods. I was looking good and I was looking to get laid. The one thing I didn’t want on this night was to fuck for money but if that’s what it came to, so be it. A girl’s gotta eat. But this isn’t one of those stories.

I made my way out of this apartment and into the hallway. There were four units on this floor, all of which were involved in tonight’s party. My feet were hurting and I needed a moment to take off my shoes and give them a rest before moving into a different apartment. Leaning against the wall, I inched my way to the floor, removed my shoes, and sat there massaging them. Then from above me I heard a voice say “Mind if I join you” but before I could answer, she was already sitting down next to me. She introduced herself and thankfully being in the hallway made conversation possible so we chatted for a bit. I was about to put my shoes back on when she just said “Here, let me” and taking my shoes, she set them aside instead of putting them on my feet. She placed her fingers on top of my foot and dug her thumbs into my sole. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh.

Taking this as a positive sign she continued rubbing my feet and ankles, and calves, and when she reached my knees I opened my eyes and locked onto hers. I can’t say if it was the drugs or just that she had a bold personality but her next words were “I live upstairs and would like to do much more with you. Would you like to come up?” I can’t say if it was the drugs or just that I had a bold personality but I nodded my consent and said yes.

She stood up, reached her hand down to me and helped me on my feet. Keeping her hand in mine, she led the way to the stairwell. When we got to the first landing, she pushed me against the wall, put a hand behind my head and pulled me in for kiss. Despite the substances swimming in my system, I could feel my cock stirring in my panties, straining against the tuck. She broke the kiss and led me up the last flight of stairs and into the hallway leading to her apartment.

Once inside, she told me to go into the living room while she fixed us a couple of drinks. I chose a huge chair, dropped my heels on the floor, and flopped into the seat. She came into the room, placed both drinks on the coffee table where they remained, untouched, for the rest of our time together. She climbed onto my lap, a knee on either side of my thighs, reached a hand into my hair and pulled my head back, exposing my neck to her mouth. She kissed and sucked on my neck, leaving her mark on my skin before moving to my mouth and kissing me, deeply, her tongue dancing with mine. Her other hand moved to my breasts, tiny and sensitive as they were, my nipples responding to her touch. She broke the kiss, stood up and again extended her hands towards me and helped me on my feet. She spun me around, pulled on the zipper of my dress until it fell in a puddle on the floor. Still in this position she unclasped my bra and then spun me once more so that I was facing her. And in one quick motion, she pushed me hard, making me fall once again into the chair.

She laughed, likely at my shock. It was such a sexy laugh, I remember it to this day, and said “Don’t move.” Being in only my panties, I’m not entirely sure where she thought I would go but I complied as she walked away, put on some music, and started removing her clothes. She was so beautiful, naked, and making her way back towards me. She knelt in front of the chair, hooked her fingers in the waistband of my panties and at this moment my hands moved to hers, slightly panicked and stopping her so that I could explain that it may not be what she was expecting but she shushed me, actually shushed me, and said it’s ok sweetie, I know. With my panties now having joined the rest of the clothes on the floor, my cock came into view briefly before she made it disappear in her mouth. I tilted my head back, one hand playing with my nipples, the other on the back of her head as her mouth took me in. I felt her shift and opened my eyes to see her coming back onto the chair, resuming our initial position, only this time she had one hand on my cock and guided me inside of her. She kissed me as I fucked her, her breasts pressed against mine and when her first orgasm came over her, she bit on my lip, holding it between her teeth, until the waves had stopped washing over her.

She pulled her face away from mine, looked at me and said “Come to the bedroom, we’re not done yet!”

By the time we were done, the ice of our drinks had long since melted, the night had turned to morning, and I made my way back to the apartment I was meant to have spent the night in and crashed on the couch.

 

[BrendaD]

I wasn’t entirely sure about this one, and I am reaching back into the “archives” if you will, but if I restrict myself to stories with the body configuration I have now, I would be quite limited. So yes, I have a cock in this one. Skip it if that isn’t for you.

The photo included is quite tame but it is from about 15 years ago and as close as one I can find.

——

The party was in full swing, drugs and alcohol were being consumed in copious amounts, the music was loud and people were grinding on each other everywhere you looked. It was impossible to have a conversation so dancing pressed up on one another was a form of communication. We were right in the heart of Montreal’s gay village in some old apartment complex, the year is 2002 and I’m just a baby trans having come out but a few years earlier to family and close friends. I don’t know shit but I know it all, you know?

I was moving among the crowd, feeling the heat of all the bodies gathered, drink in hand and just vibrating in the moment. I made myself up for this night, short dress, heels, face beat to the gods. I was looking good and I was looking to get laid. The one thing I didn’t want on this night was to fuck for money but if that’s what it came to, so be it. A girl’s gotta eat. But this isn’t one of those stories.

I made my way out of this apartment and into the hallway. There were four units on this floor, all of which were involved in tonight’s party. My feet were hurting and I needed a moment to take off my shoes and give them a rest before moving into a different apartment. Leaning against the wall, I inched my way to the floor, removed my shoes, and sat there massaging them. Then from above me I heard a voice say “Mind if I join you” but before I could answer, she was already sitting down next to me. She introduced herself and thankfully being in the hallway made conversation possible so we chatted for a bit. I was about to put my shoes back on when she just said “Here, let me” and taking my shoes, she set them aside instead of putting them on my feet. She placed her fingers on top of my foot and dug her thumbs into my sole. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh.

Taking this as a positive sign she continued rubbing my feet and ankles, and calves, and when she reached my knees I opened my eyes and locked onto hers. I can’t say if it was the drugs or just that she had a bold personality but her next words were “I live upstairs and would like to do much more with you. Would you like to come up?” I can’t say if it was the drugs or just that I had a bold personality but I nodded my consent and said yes.

She stood up, reached her hand down to me and helped me on my feet. Keeping her hand in mine, she led the way to the stairwell. When we got to the first landing, she pushed me against the wall, put a hand behind my head and pulled me in for kiss. Despite the substances swimming in my system, I could feel my cock stirring in my panties, straining against the tuck. She broke the kiss and led me up the last flight of stairs and into the hallway leading to her apartment.

Once inside, she told me to go into the living room while she fixed us a couple of drinks. I chose a huge chair, dropped my heels on the floor, and flopped into the seat. She came into the room, placed both drinks on the coffee table where they remained, untouched, for the rest of our time together. She climbed onto my lap, a knee on either side of my thighs, reached a hand into my hair and pulled my head back, exposing my neck to her mouth. She kissed and sucked on my neck, leaving her mark on my skin before moving to my mouth and kissing me, deeply, her tongue dancing with mine. Her other hand moved to my breasts, tiny and sensitive as they were, my nipples responding to her touch. She broke the kiss, stood up and again extended her hands towards me and helped me on my feet. She spun me around, pulled on the zipper of my dress until it fell in a puddle on the floor. Still in this position she unclasped my bra and then spun me once more so that I was facing her. And in one quick motion, she pushed me hard, making me fall once again into the chair.

She laughed, likely at my shocked. It was such a sexy laugh, I remember it to this day, and said “Don’t move.” Being in only my panties, I’m not entirely sure where she thought I would go but I complied as she walked away, put on some music, and started removing her clothes. She was so beautiful, naked, and making her way back towards me. She knelt in front of the chair, hooked her fingers in the waistband of my panties and at this moment my hands moved to hers, slightly panicked and stopping her so that I could explain that it may not be what she was expecting but she shushed me, actually shushed me, and said it’s ok sweetie, I know. With my panties now having joined the rest of the clothes on the floor, my cock came into view briefly before she made it disappear in her mouth. I titled my head back, one hand playing with my nipples, the other on the back of her head as her mouth took me in. I felt her shift and opened my eyes to see her coming back onto the chair, resuming our initial position, only this time she had one hand on my cock and guided me inside of her. She kissed me as I fucked her, her breasts pressed against mine and when her first orgasm came over her, she bit on my lip, holding it between her teeth, until the waves had stopped washing over her.

She pulled her face away from mine, looked at me and said “Come to the bedroom, we’re not done yet!”

By the time we were done, the ice of our drinks had long since melted, the night had turned to morning, and I made my way back to the apartment I was meant to have spent the night in and crashed on the couch.

So hot!

 

[MissLabelled]

So hot!

Thanks Brenda! Writing this one made me think of so many others. I may go even further back to when I was a twink but I am also trying to keep the sex work stories from making an appearance here so I’ll have to dig into my memory triage them lol

 

[BrendaD]

Thanks Brenda! Writing this one made me think of so many others. I may go even further back to when I was a twink but I am also trying to keep the sex work stories from making an appearance here so I’ll have to dig into my memory triage them lol

I almost replied “that reminds me of the time I…” then I remembered… I don’t have any memories that hot.

 

[UnquietDreams]

I wasn’t entirely sure about this one, and I am reaching back into the “archives” if you will, but if I restrict myself to stories with the body configuration I have now, I would be quite limited. So yes, I have a cock in this one. Skip it if that isn’t for you.

The photo included is quite tame but it is from about 15 years ago and as close as one I can find.

——

The party was in full swing, drugs and alcohol were being consumed in copious amounts, the music was loud and people were grinding on each other everywhere you looked. It was impossible to have a conversation so dancing pressed up on one another was a form of communication. We were right in the heart of Montreal’s gay village in some old apartment complex, the year is 2002 and I’m just a baby trans having come out but a few years earlier to family and close friends. I don’t know shit but I know it all, you know?

I was moving among the crowd, feeling the heat of all the bodies gathered, drink in hand and just vibrating in the moment. I made myself up for this night, short dress, heels, face beat to the gods. I was looking good and I was looking to get laid. The one thing I didn’t want on this night was to fuck for money but if that’s what it came to, so be it. A girl’s gotta eat. But this isn’t one of those stories.

I made my way out of this apartment and into the hallway. There were four units on this floor, all of which were involved in tonight’s party. My feet were hurting and I needed a moment to take off my shoes and give them a rest before moving into a different apartment. Leaning against the wall, I inched my way to the floor, removed my shoes, and sat there massaging them. Then from above me I heard a voice say “Mind if I join you” but before I could answer, she was already sitting down next to me. She introduced herself and thankfully being in the hallway made conversation possible so we chatted for a bit. I was about to put my shoes back on when she just said “Here, let me” and taking my shoes, she set them aside instead of putting them on my feet. She placed her fingers on top of my foot and dug her thumbs into my sole. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh.

Taking this as a positive sign she continued rubbing my feet and ankles, and calves, and when she reached my knees I opened my eyes and locked onto hers. I can’t say if it was the drugs or just that she had a bold personality but her next words were “I live upstairs and would like to do much more with you. Would you like to come up?” I can’t say if it was the drugs or just that I had a bold personality but I nodded my consent and said yes.

She stood up, reached her hand down to me and helped me on my feet. Keeping her hand in mine, she led the way to the stairwell. When we got to the first landing, she pushed me against the wall, put a hand behind my head and pulled me in for kiss. Despite the substances swimming in my system, I could feel my cock stirring in my panties, straining against the tuck. She broke the kiss and led me up the last flight of stairs and into the hallway leading to her apartment.

Once inside, she told me to go into the living room while she fixed us a couple of drinks. I chose a huge chair, dropped my heels on the floor, and flopped into the seat. She came into the room, placed both drinks on the coffee table where they remained, untouched, for the rest of our time together. She climbed onto my lap, a knee on either side of my thighs, reached a hand into my hair and pulled my head back, exposing my neck to her mouth. She kissed and sucked on my neck, leaving her mark on my skin before moving to my mouth and kissing me, deeply, her tongue dancing with mine. Her other hand moved to my breasts, tiny and sensitive as they were, my nipples responding to her touch. She broke the kiss, stood up and again extended her hands towards me and helped me on my feet. She spun me around, pulled on the zipper of my dress until it fell in a puddle on the floor. Still in this position she unclasped my bra and then spun me once more so that I was facing her. And in one quick motion, she pushed me hard, making me fall once again into the chair.

She laughed, likely at my shock. It was such a sexy laugh, I remember it to this day, and said “Don’t move.” Being in only my panties, I’m not entirely sure where she thought I would go but I complied as she walked away, put on some music, and started removing her clothes. She was so beautiful, naked, and making her way back towards me. She knelt in front of the chair, hooked her fingers in the waistband of my panties and at this moment my hands moved to hers, slightly panicked and stopping her so that I could explain that it may not be what she was expecting but she shushed me, actually shushed me, and said it’s ok sweetie, I know. With my panties now having joined the rest of the clothes on the floor, my cock came into view briefly before she made it disappear in her mouth. I tilted my head back, one hand playing with my nipples, the other on the back of her head as her mouth took me in. I felt her shift and opened my eyes to see her coming back onto the chair, resuming our initial position, only this time she had one hand on my cock and guided me inside of her. She kissed me as I fucked her, her breasts pressed against mine and when her first orgasm came over her, she bit on my lip, holding it between her teeth, until the waves had stopped washing over her.

She pulled her face away from mine, looked at me and said “Come to the bedroom, we’re not done yet!”

By the time we were done, the ice of our drinks had long since melted, the night had turned to morning, and I made my way back to the apartment I was meant to have spent the night in and crashed on the couch.

Wonderful story. You are outstanding at setting up a scene -- it is very visual. And the rest of the story is hot and vulnerable, which is a heady combination.

Finally, you apparently always had beautiful legs. And the hand on the hip is very much on brand.

Thank you for sharing of yourself, as always.