Couples Fucking In Public - Open The Gates For Getting Head In The Car By Using These Simple Tips

I'm new in these here parts, so I'll leave this short introduction. Growing up, I was so sexually repressed. Something was always missing in my past romances, and it was kink. Recently, I've become single, and like any other college wallflower slut, I've decided to embrace it. Opening a dating profile, I found dom(me) after dom(me) offering me the experiences I'd only conceived of as fantasies. I'd like to dedicatedly post some of the results for you. I want you to see me grow, I want you to see how dirty I get. Sometimes I'll wax on about the psychology; sometimes I'll simply whiz through the actions. Ultimately, I want this to be a diary for me, though I may include a horizontal break to indicate where the hot stuff starts. None of these events will ever be fabricated, but for the sake of maintaining my privacy (and the privacy of the professionals who are my partners), details like names and dates and locations will be altered as I please. I can say one thing, however, if you want a backdrop to fuel your imagination: There's a reason I'm called 1AhONe8the Village whore.

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One of my favourite partners is James. James is 30, slight, and quiet. You could say he's a bit nerdy and geeky as well — which is actually my "type." Despite generalisations about nerds / geeks, James knows exactly what I want to hear. James knows how to make me squirm, how to make me want. We met for drinks and hit it off wonderfully; he was able to get me wet with desire, which has only happened with a handful of partners. Regardless, I was somewhat drunk, so we agreed that it might be best to hold off on doing anything more that lesbians in car night — we would have plenty of time for sex. Unfortunately, he was set to go on a business trip in a few days, and I was busy during the days following up to it. Luckily enough, James works in my neighbourhood. The following day, we texted and it turned out that we were both leaving to go to the same train. He was heading home, I was heading to a friend. I was excited to see him again for a bit. We met up and proceeded to walk down to the train, talking about our days. On the way there, he asks about a sex shop nearby, if I'd like to go in. I figured it wouldn't take too long and I liked the shop, so we went in together. The store is wonderful, costumes and crops all on display. We talk about gags, latex, nipple torture as the according items catch our eyes. He grabs a box with a hilariously 90s woman on the packaging and proceeds to pay. We're about to leave, when he says he actually wants to look at something else. I smile politely at the cashier before following him to the part of the store to which he walked.

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He stops at a corner and proceeds to fumble with the bag — or rather, the package inside of it. Panic sets in as I finally realise what the cashier at the fucking register probably did when James walked away. "James!" I beg, whispering. "James, no, no no no no, please, no, James." Not now, I think. Please not now. Slipping the batteries into the device, his unaffected poker face is tinged with a mild smirk. "Please, no, James, we can't bother the people in this place. We can't do this here. Another time, okay? Please? James?" He points to my right. "We're not going to bother them, because you're going to go inside the bathroom and do it there." Placing a wirelessly-controlled, vibration-capable egg into my hands, he likely sees the regret on my face. I had suggested that we redo our first date the next time we met, except with all the kink from which he'd refrained so as to not intimidate me. One of the things he'd mentioned wanting to do was to have a vibrator inside me in public. The vibrator goes in fairly easily, but my stomach is in knots as I walk down to leave. When will the moment come? How will it feel? As I push against the exit, a hum rocks my body and I gasp. I'm too tense at first, but as I feel the vibrations continue, I relax my clenched pussy and sigh — weakly, pleasurably. It's so good if I just let it be good to me, if I just submit to this forced action, if I just open to myself to how good it can feel to stop thinking. Of course, every time I find myself enjoying things, I feel it quiet inside me. Then so suddenly, it turns on again, and my hand squeezes his. Betraying me, my face — or rather, the mixture of surprise and shame on it– reveals my depravity to every stranger on the street as we walk to the train. I just continue to pout and whisper to him about how much I hate him, how embarrassed I am, how I can't understand why we're doing this when we can't even fuck today ("Exactly," he says). My pussy grows burning hot with want for my Sir, and he knows it, whispering to me about all the things he was making me wait for, all the things he could give me but was deciding to withhold. I lean into him — partially out of weakness, partially out of want — and push my breasts against him as naturally as I can. My moan is hushed, perceptible only to my Sir's ears as more than a typical exhale. We get to the station and have to part. He flips on the switch again. As we kiss, his dick presses up against me through his neat, professional pants. I rub myself against him, overcome with the tease of the vibrator inside me, my hips grinding lightly from left to right against his cock. After all, we were still in public. We cease kissing and he says he'll leave the switch on for as long as the range will allow as we walk away from each other. The vibrator hums inside me until my train departs. A seat catches my eye. I know how loud the vibrations can sound against a plastic seat if it decides to act up despite the distance from the remote. But some part of me feels it wouldn't be too bad to have everyone find out what a slut I am. 1e9hN31 thevillagewhore 1KjNjsK 1KjNjsK