This story is a mise en scene. It features basic male/female lust. I wrote it for a friend. Enjoy.
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"I feel weird. Talking to you about this is very uncomfortable for me. I've never discussed this, not so openly, not even with a shrink or a therapist."
"What could be so heavy? What could be so bad? Did you kill somebody?"
"No, I'm serious. I never told anyone because I was too ashamed, you know. It was my secret to keep. I didn't want the judgmental looks. When I finally began to admit to myself what was obvious, I embraced it but also, I still hid it. I kept it in the closet. But talking to you, I feel okay about it, especially since you so honestly revealed yourself to me. Now, I'm not that uncomfortable...a little unnerved but not uncomfortable. And, according to our rules, I will tell all and leave nothing out. I'll be as specific as I can and I will be blunt about it because that's my way. I will be as honest as you were to me. I have the need...I
want
to tell you about myself."
So she began. At first, she was halting and finding the right words to piece together her sexual biography but as she spoke, she loosened up and the words started to fall into place. Her shoulders fell back into the chair and I could see her face relax, all the fret lines blending into her lightly tanned skin.
I should describe the situation. We have just completed a long bout of excellent afternoon sex. This is the third time we've been together and it is not as though we have a relationship. I am merely a fuck buddy to her and that is quite alright with me as I have no desire to have an ongoing, long-term relationship. Neither of us want that and so our relationship is fine as it is. She's a nurse who is not being regularly fulfilled and I am her booty call. Discreetly, of course.
She asked me what makes me a good lover and who taught me. She wanted to know more about my sexual history. And so we made a deal. I went first and now it was her turn. I told her the truth about me, as far as I know it. I left nothing out. I am sitting on a double-wide Lazy-E-Boy across from her and she is on the couch. We are both naked. She is sitting with her legs apart displaying her moist vagina, moist from listening to my story. Since she is concentrating on finding the appropriate language, I cannot help but fill the pauses watching her other lips.
"I was always curious about sex but I was brought up in a strict religious environment and so all I did was think about it. I'd heard all the words and knew a little about what they meant. I knew what a pussy and tits were but although I knew the other words like "cock" and "fuck" but the real things were alien to me. But I thought about the words a lot. It wasn't until I was sixteen that I even touched myself. I was at a slumber party and all the other girls were talking about sex and we all got horny. Eventually, they told me about jilling myself and then they showed me how. When I first came by bringing myself off, it was a revelation and a threshold long arriving. Now I knew what an orgasm was and what "to cum" meant. I embraced this new knowledge with both hands."
"I lived a secret life after that, a fantasy life, if you will. And oh, those fantasies! My sex was my own and I could not share my pleasure with the world. Not that I was celibate, I certainly wasn't. I lived in my room and jilled all the time. I was in love with how I made my cunt, another word I learned, feel. I wasn't unpopular but I was a loner. I just thought the high school guys were all so childish. I knew better. I knew how to make my pussy dance and they didn't. I rarely had time for boys but then came college and things exploded for me."
"I lived in a private room within a suite of four rooms. We had a coed dorm so my roommates were of both sexes and a lot of flirting was going on between us. The fact is, I was attracted to all three of them. Well, one night during late winter, during a snow storm, we huddled in our room and broke out the candles, the joints, a bottle of rum, a bottle of tequila, a bottle of Coke and all our endorphins. A few rounds of "Truth or Dare" got us super horny. When I was dared to kiss a girl, I leaned over and frenched my roommate for about ten minutes. We felt each other up and had the boys heating up. The four of us went nuts experimenting with and on each other, fulfilling each others fantasies without inhibitions. I think I was in paradise. Having another pussy to play with, having two live throbbing cocks to use and having no inhibitions to deal with, I was transported. I did it all: ate her, blew the boys, drank cum, and got some DP while I went down on her. I can still remember that first time...even the smell of my aroused cunt brings back the memory. I was fulfilling my fantasies and then taking them a step further, pushing my inhibitions and reveling in my skin. I knew that I had to have lots of this in my life. I stretched myself out and went beyond my parameters, whatever they were. We ended up rooming together the next year and with our frequent sex parties, the year flew by. Those were very happy years."
"And then I met my first husband. We were only married for a minute. I wanted to settle down into normalcy. I wanted to put my libido on the back shelf and hide it away. He was straight-arrow, respectable and polite. Even better was his long, thick cock that I truly loved but, alas, there was nothing else there. I truly loved his cock stretching me like no other cock had. I thought that with that massive cock, we could satisfy each other and learn to love each other but it wasn't to be. I think I wanted to put my secret sex life behind me and go straight. I wanted to settle down. But my brain needed stimulus, too, and he couldn't provide that to me either. The long and short of it was that we got divorced, admitted our mistake and moved on."
"I was out of college, alone, single and very horny. I got a job in the financial division of a big company and worked the none-to-five. Occasionally, I would rub one out in the Ladies Room during the day. That's when another girl caught me. Fortunately, my sex life soon improved. I met a whole bunch of guys who would fuck a hole in the wall and women who could lick pussy at Olympian levels. For about ten years, I felt like a man with horny sex urges - you know, just do it for pleasure and don't fall in love. I was free to be, to do and to enjoy my sex. I got into yoga in a big way and dabbled in Tantric exercises...especially at home. I was known within my circle as a woman who would anything for a good orgasm...and give one, too."
"I accepted who I was and how much I loved and needed sex. I lived for the big "O". My next husband and I hooked up at a swing so we knew about each others tastes. We played for about a year before he proposed. What happened was that I fell in love. It didn't hurt that he was very handsome, was bi, had an eight-incher that was nice and thick. We seldom played and the few times we did, we did it together. We fit together well and it was tremendously satisfying. We were married a very blissful sixteen years, had two great kids and then he went and had a heart attack on me. I mean, not on me, but right next to me. Right after he came. He died happy."
"He left me a lot of money and property and jewelry and let me tell you, I don't worry about anything today. I've worked as a nurse to keep busy and have a sense of purpose. Since he died, I've brought my secret self out in the open a little more and had a lot of fun. To the outside world, I am a comfortable working widow living well on Casey Key but to the real world I am a slut for cock and pussy. And I have done it all: bi, lez, threes, fours, orgies, I suck, I swallow,...ummm, ass, d and s, you name it and I have loved it. I've been to swing clubs, nudist resorts, sex resorts, sex cruises, private clubs and you name it. I've had my body done to a turn. I have a deep well of experience and I use it. And now you know some more about me, too. I'm a lot like you. I agree that you can always be in the moment and aware of your body, too. I like to fuck. Period. God, I love pleasure. Does that change your opinion of me?"
"First of all, I am not in the least judgmental. Second and more important, you sound like a tuned-up female me. Sex is experiential. I know that with the right partner, another me comes out, one who relishes in shared lust. But I don't think I have any fantasies anymore, I think I have fulfilled all of them."
"All of them?"
"Yes. Do you have any fantasies left?"
"Yeah, a few. They change with my mood. Like I'd like to be the center of attention in a group scene. I never was...always a participant. I'd like to be tied down, spread eagled, and open to everyone. Me. The Star. The center of attention. Maximum submission. That's one fantasy. Another, is to be a sex surrogate and help people to cum. Like a paid therapist who comes to their house once a week and teaches them about their bodies, about good sex and about stimulation. Either sex or both sexes, it doesn't matter."
