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“I’ve never sexted a guy, like, ever, because my parents used to hammer me nonstop with stories about girls whose reputations were totally ruined by naked photo scandals. Thing is, I’m dependent on frexting, which is basically sexting, except it’s with an honest girlfriend who’s way more unlikely to share your job compromising photos with a so many her closest friends. I enjoy sending my besties sexy pics and waiting to check out the direction they respond. I’ll obtain a little stoned and hang on my best cleavage-y bra and an identical thong or maybe a silk camisole and boy shorts and sprawl out in my small futon and snap ‘til I am an effort worth sending. Then I caption it with something funny and flirtatious and loose time waiting for my best mate to one-up me.
What I never suspected is that often things would ever escalate from there. But the other night, as opposed to hitting me back having a frext, one of my best friends barged right into my dorm room, grabbed my ass, and started tonguing me. I squirmed in shock approximately three-point-five seconds before melting into her rough but tender embrace. I’d never experimented with a girl and it absolutely was weird at certain points, like when our boobs grazed somebody in charge of, but weird in a very hot way. When she inched her head down between my legs, I’m more nervous than I’ve have you ever been during oral sex. But I relaxed the moment I realized how amazing it is to be eaten out by one who understands vaginas firsthand. I returned the favor, not surprisingly, and I could honestly say I love licking pussy above sucking dick. I don’t believe I’m bisexual, exactly, but that knows!”
— Female, 20
“Recently I was on Facebook cyberstalking all women I’ve ever slept with because my lady and I separated on a monthly basis ago and I’m pretty psyched to come back available, absolve to fuck whoever I need without any guilt. Tinder’s great, but sometimes I ache for something a little more familiar. So I messaged this girl I have not seen—clothed or naked—in at the least decade, and she struck me back immediately. Ends up she split from her husband ninety days back and he or she was craving some action too.
That same afternoon, I went over to her place while her kid was napping. She answered the door with two shots of tequila in hand so you can easliy toast our reunion. Then she hugged me, pressing her breasts into my chest, and nodded towards the couch. Without missing a beat, I scooped her up into my arms and started nibbling on her neck, remembering with each taste of her flesh how great she’d been at dirty talking in the twenties. We fucked inside the lounge room, her on top, flicking her own nipples as being a pro as she rode me, whispering all kinds of sexy shit in that seductive voice of hers. Quarter-hour once we both came, she wanted it again, so I gave it to her—in the kitchen space, from behind this time. After round two, we sipped coffee together naked at her dining table and scheduled another meet-up for these week. I’m getting hard just planning on banging her again.”