Lovers I Have Had

[plumkiss]

Being quite a hopeless introvert, I don't have many friends. And during the course of my dating life I haven't had any intimate friends to be really frank with and talk about my sex life with. Some things are just really funny or sexy or bizarre and I want to be able to share them, so I thought to myself why not to the lovely folks of Lit?

So I have started this thread to tell my little tales. All of these stories are real, and most of them aren't very current since my current sex life is as dry as the Sahara...you can see my frustration in photos in my other thread (http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1301384).

Hope you enjoy my sexventures, feel free to comment!

 

[EctoJohn]

I'm sure your sex life will be plenty fun to hear about.
lol, Especially for me, who's sex life has made the Sahara look like a swamp.

 

[GimpyIntellect]

When can we expect the first story?

Also, should I bring popcorn or hand lotion?

Thank you in advance.

 

[plumkiss]

One thing that I keep replaying in my head was this time I went over C's house early in the morning. He worked the evening shift so usually I would come by his house at 8am to cuddle with him. He'd welcome me in, wrap his arms around me, and fall asleep instantly. I usually stayed awake and watched him sleeping. He looked so incredibly sweet and I liked counting his freckles right beneath his closed lashes. When he finally woke he told me very sleepily that he planned on going down on me. This instantly made me warm all over. No one had ever said anything like that to me before. I tried to keep my cool and continue chatting with him...that is until I felt him get hard. We started making out and he tugged off my panties. He did indeed go down on me, and we did a lot more too, but the hottest thing happened afterwards when we were cleaning up. He looked me straight in the eyes and told me "leave your panties on the floor because I am going to go down on you again..."

 

[EctoJohn]

Damn that sounds like a great morning.

 

[rod43]

I'm so glad I stumbled over you, PK

 

[MrEd63]

Being quite a hopeless introvert, I don't have many friends. And during the course of my dating life I haven't had any intimate friends to be really frank with and talk about my sex life with. Some things are just really funny or sexy or bizarre and I want to be able to share them, so I thought to myself why not to the lovely folks of Lit?

So I have started this thread to tell my little tales. All of these stories are real, and most of them aren't very current since my current sex life is as dry as the Sahara...you can see my frustration in photos in my other thread (http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1301384).

Hope you enjoy my sexventures, feel free to comment!

It's tragic that a sexy Lady like you is going to waste

 

[plumkiss]

D was Russian, quite large in stature, and always humming or tapping. He was in the US on an artist visa, playing the drums for jazz bands. One evening he invited me out to see a jazz band composed of his friends. The music was great and the lights dim. Looking back now I realized the whole evening he had a hand on me---either on my back or on my thigh. Maybe that was why my body was more than ready for him once we were in private. We walked back to his place hand in hand, where he lived with other musicians. There wasn't much conversation between us, our bodies were doing most of the talking. The details are blurry now, but I remember 3 things about D. First I remember his stamina. We went from missionary, to cowgirl, to doggy style, to reverse cowgirl, to etc. He wore me out and somehow managed to keep me wet the entire time. The second thing I remember was seeing his tattoos in the dark. When I close my eyes I can see him moving over me, pumping into me, bracing himself with his well sculpted arms covered in dark marks....and the last thing I remember is the way he would shift me from position to position while trying to stay inside of me and holding onto me tightly. I got the pleasure of sharing his bed three times before he had to go back home.

 

[EctoJohn]

Jeez... for someone that describes their sex life as the sahara, yours is BY FAR more interesting than mine ever has been. :\

 

[rod43]

It is a delight to read your arousing experiences, PK. Thanks for sharing with us. R

 

[aunt_eater]

lucky man

D was Russian, quite large in stature, and always humming or tapping. He was in the US on an artist visa, playing the drums for jazz bands. One evening he invited me out to see a jazz band composed of his friends. The music was great and the lights dim. Looking back now I realized the whole evening he had a hand on me---either on my back or on my thigh. Maybe that was why my body was more than ready for him once we were in private. We walked back to his place hand in hand, where he lived with other musicians. There wasn't much conversation between us, our bodies were doing most of the talking. The details are blurry now, but I remember 3 things about D. First I remember his stamina. We went from missionary, to cowgirl, to doggy style, to reverse cowgirl, to etc. He wore me out and somehow managed to keep me wet the entire time. The second thing I remember was seeing his tattoos in the dark. When I close my eyes I can see him moving over me, pumping into me, bracing himself with his well sculpted arms covered in dark marks....and the last thing I remember is the way he would shift me from position to position while trying to stay inside of me and holding onto me tightly. I got the pleasure of sharing his bed three times before he had to go back home.

Well, seems you both got what you were looking for; I am sure he still has day dreams of the sexy black American he fucked so many ways in one night. Lucky man.

 

[plumkiss]

I often dwell on the first time I was intimate with a man. It happened right before I turned 21 with a guy who lived in the next city over. It was the summer and I didn't have much to do, so occasionally we would get together and go for walks or have lunch. I was overwhelmed by my feelings around him. Before him, I had never received any such attention from the opposite sex. He wanted to kiss me and hold my hand, so I let him, gladly and oh so eagerly. One day he invited me over to go swimming with his friends. I remember I wore a bright pink one piece swimsuit that was perhaps a bit too small for me in the chest area. When I looked down all I saw were my breasts ready to spill out. We ended up siting on the couch, waiting for his friends to come over, but then it started to rain, so they cancelled. He introduced me to the show the Big Bang Theory (ironic, I know haha) and we watched a couple of episodes. I wasn't at all thinking about the show...eventually he turned off the tv and we started making out. I was on top of him getting out all of the pent up sexual frustration that had been building ever since I hit puberty. It was the first time I made out without someone and it was glorious! It was also the first time I felt a man grow hard. After a while he helped me up and I followed him to his room. My swimsuit was soaked down there and with every step I took I could feel the tops of my thighs sliding against each other, slick with my leaking wetness...

 

[EctoJohn]

Now THAT was a sexy first time!

 

[Gwanji16]

Wow

Great memories, plum kiss! Thanks for sharing! The Big Bang Theory will never be the same.

 

[plumkiss]

The thing is we didn't even have sex then, just shared an hour or two of foreplay and a bit of oral

 

[newengland07]

Those are all incredibly sexy

 

[plumkiss]

Those are all incredibly sexy

And I have a lot more from where those came from

 

[UrbanBohemian]

I have to be honest. I'm kind of weird. These are hot stories, don't get me wrong. But I see them more as sweet. Like you're sharing a part of yourself. It's nice.

I can't imagine you didn't have guys who wanted you before you were 20. Do you mind if I ask why you waited until then?

 

[ducks]

Love the stories. Also love your pics. Your beautiful.

 

[plumkiss]

I have to be honest. I'm kind of weird. These are hot stories, don't get me wrong. But I see them more as sweet. Like you're sharing a part of yourself. It's nice.

I can't imagine you didn't have guys who wanted you before you were 20. Do you mind if I ask why you waited until then?

In the process of sharing them I am realizing just how tenderly I feel toward these moments. I hold onto them and treasure them just like other good memories I have. I've always been somewhat of a loner and don't have anyone to currently share intimate details of my life with. That type of sharing is something I crave and something I really need, but sometimes it is hard to come out of my shell. I'm not sure why sharing online seems natural to me, maybe because it's really my only venue.

As for the waiting, that definitely wasn't my choice...I was one feverishly frustrated virgin. I was just waiting to guys to see me; I was virtually invisible to the opposite sex. Just like Asian men, black women have it kind of tough when it comes to dating...there are so many negative preconceived notions about us. And even in a place as wonderfully diverse as NYC, you still have to fights those misconceptions.

 

[plumkiss]

Love the stories. Also love your pics. Your beautiful.

Thanks Ducks

 

[Gwanji16]

I love your stories and the sexy and articulate way you share them with us. Very arousing, exciting, and memorable. Any man would be lucky to have you in his life!

 

[tit_lover]

I often dwell on the first time I was intimate with a man. It happened right before I turned 21 with a guy who lived in the next city over. It was the summer and I didn't have much to do, so occasionally we would get together and go for walks or have lunch. I was overwhelmed by my feelings around him. Before him, I had never received any such attention from the opposite sex. He wanted to kiss me and hold my hand, so I let him, gladly and oh so eagerly. One day he invited me over to go swimming with his friends. I remember I wore a bright pink one piece swimsuit that was perhaps a bit too small for me in the chest area. When I looked down all I saw were my breasts ready to spill out. We ended up siting on the couch, waiting for his friends to come over, but then it started to rain, so they cancelled. He introduced me to the show the Big Bang Theory (ironic, I know haha) and we watched a couple of episodes. I wasn't at all thinking about the show...eventually he turned off the tv and we started making out. I was on top of him getting out all of the pent up sexual frustration that had been building ever since I hit puberty. It was the first time I made out without someone and it was glorious! It was also the first time I felt a man grow hard. After a while he helped me up and I followed him to his room. My swimsuit was soaked down there and with every step I took I could feel the tops of my thighs sliding against each other, slick with my leaking wetness...

wow just love this memory of yours. Would have loved to see you in those swimmers, sounds so hot

 

[JaneRose65]

D was Russian, quite large in stature, and always humming or tapping. He was in the US on an artist visa, playing the drums for jazz bands. One evening he invited me out to see a jazz band composed of his friends. The music was great and the lights dim. Looking back now I realized the whole evening he had a hand on me---either on my back or on my thigh. Maybe that was why my body was more than ready for him once we were in private. We walked back to his place hand in hand, where he lived with other musicians. There wasn't much conversation between us, our bodies were doing most of the talking. The details are blurry now, but I remember 3 things about D. First I remember his stamina. We went from missionary, to cowgirl, to doggy style, to reverse cowgirl, to etc. He wore me out and somehow managed to keep me wet the entire time. The second thing I remember was seeing his tattoos in the dark. When I close my eyes I can see him moving over me, pumping into me, bracing himself with his well sculpted arms covered in dark marks....and the last thing I remember is the way he would shift me from position to position while trying to stay inside of me and holding onto me tightly. I got the pleasure of sharing his bed three times before he had to go back home.

What I would give to have an experience like this

 

[UrbanBohemian]

In the process of sharing them I am realizing just how tenderly I feel toward these moments. I hold onto them and treasure them just like other good memories I have. I've always been somewhat of a loner and don't have anyone to currently share intimate details of my life with. That type of sharing is something I crave and something I really need, but sometimes it is hard to come out of my shell. I'm not sure why sharing online seems natural to me, maybe because it's really my only venue.

As for the waiting, that definitely wasn't my choice...I was one feverishly frustrated virgin. I was just waiting to guys to see me; I was virtually invisible to the opposite sex. Just like Asian men, black women have it kind of tough when it comes to dating...there are so many negative preconceived notions about us. And even in a place as wonderfully diverse as NYC, you still have to fights those misconceptions.

I have friends I've talked to about this. They've dealt with the same thing. I've only been with one black woman in my life so I don't think I'm terribly knowledgeable about this subject but I get what you're saying. I do wish that weren't the case but I think there's sort of a silver lining, though it is hard to see it that way. Here's how I see it. I'm kind of short so a lot of women just don't want to have anything to do with that. I'm disabled too. Essentially it's a way to weed out shallow people. Women who will only consider men who are taller than them are shallow. I know saying that offends some people but it's the truth. The shoe fits. And men who won't consider black women are shallow too. So you're left with people who are more mature and open-minded. I know that narrows the field but really do I want anything to do with someone who has a hangup about shorter people or an ableist mindset? No. Do you want to be with someone who has racial preconceptions who isn't open-minded enough to realize they're bullshit? No. You're above that. That's not your loss, that's theirs. It makes things harder but that's the nature of life sometimes. At least that's the way I see it.