Random thoughts....

I had to masturbate at school today. I ran off into the girl's bathroom, the one on the lower level that no one uses.

I rubbed myself to a quick orgasm. I just had to cum, my thoughts were turning dirtier and dirtier by the moment.

I've got a crush.

It's a guy at my college, I think he's slightly younger than me. Okay, so it maybe more than slightly.

He's the dark sort of guy, you know kind of gothic but not so totally you're depressed to be around him. He's a bit heavy, but oh so good looking!

I think my biggest attraction to him is his long hair. I so love long hair.

I have long hair and I want my guy to have long hair.

This guy's natural hair color is a dark brown, but he dyes his hair black. His hair is so pretty I just want to run my fingers through it.

We had a thing today, where two classes were together so some speaker could discuss our plans for the future. My crush was in my class and he sat just a few inches from me. His back was to me and all I could think about was running my fingers through that luxurious hair.

After the thing was over and everyone went back to their classes I asked to be excused. I walked to the bathroom, into a stall and feverishly worked myself up into a wonderful orgasm.

Once it was over I collected myself and left the bathroom. I swear there was still that slight sex smell.

Where the bathroom is located, well there's a men's bathroom right across from it. Just as I was leaving my bathroom, well my crush was leaving the men's bathroom.

We both looked a bit flushed.

A while back I had some contact cards made up. Business cards, only without the business. At that moment I happened to have one of those cards in my pocket.

I walked up to my crush and I placed a card in his pocket.

"I so love your hair" I whispered into his ear.

We'll see if he calls. If not, oh well I know a bunch of dudes in those 80's hair party bands. I'm sure they'll let me stroke their hair a time or two...

Gimme a story

I want you to send me a comment. Give me a story. Tell me something dirty. After all I need inspiration.

Too Much...

I didn't know if I'd just had too much to drink or too little action lately, but for some reason I went and fucked some strange man right there in front of everyone, right on fucking main street.

I had originally gone out with girlfriends, but apparently I party a lot harder than they do. At about midnight they all chickened out on me and decided to go home. I was still dancing and moving to the party band up on stage.

I only stopped dancing when the band stopped singing. That was usually the moment I went and had another buttery nipple or chugged a beer depending on funds and who was buying.

During one musical break I saw a man walk through the door. He was a slightly older man, skinny, and alright in the looks department. I could be mistaken but I swore he winked at me.

I really wasn't in the mood to chat anyone up. I was horny as all hell, but I didn't want to mix and mingle. If I had my preference all I wanted to do was dance, get drunk, and then fuck the hell out of someone.

I started asking the band when they were coming back up. Finally I bothered them enough that they decided to start playing again. Once the music started my body was moving to the beat. I didn't care who was watching, I just wanted to dance. Probably every woman in the bar thought I was the whore from hell, because I could just feel the mens' eyes on me, but I didn't care.

Just then I felt someone up against my backside. I could tell by the bulge that it had to be a man. I push my ass into him and let him grab my hips. He wrapped his arms around my waist. I could feel his manhood growing. I grabbed his hands and ran them all over my body.

I wanted to fuck so badly. I was so wet I could feel my moisture oozing down my legs. I wanted to feel a man inside me, desperately.

I turned to this man, it happened to be the older man that had winked at me. I grabbed his head and sealed my lips to his. I sucked his tongue into my mouth and gave a demonstration on what I could do to a lower part of his anatomy.

I pulled my lips away from him and he tried to pull me back. He didn't win. I grabbed him by the hand and hanked him across the bar toward the door.

Steve the bouncer was standing by the door.

"Hey, Steve in about five minuted call me a cab," I said, "by the time it gets here I'll want to go."

My dance partner started to speak. I turned toward him.

"You shut the fuck up. I'm about to do something you're never going to fucking forget, but only as long as you don't open your fucking mouth. Understand?"

He nodded.

At this bar there's an outside area for those that don't like the smoky hot bar atmosphere. You can sit outside with heaters in the winter and misting fans in the summer. It was mid-spring.

I took him to the benches. I sat him down right there where there benches met in the corner.

I reached under my skirt and took off my very wet panties and threw them on a near by table. I straddled my dance partner, reaching between us I unzipped his jeans and pulled out his hard member. I guided him toward my drenched pussy. I slid the head of his cock up and down my slit, slathering him with my juices.

I wanted him inside me desperately, but I need to make sure I came first. I took his hand and guided it to my clit.

We were attracting an audience. Some who were already outside, who know exactly what we were doing. Then there were those that had just walked by or were going in the bar and trying to figure out what we were doing.

Everyone figured out what was going on when the attentions on my clit resulted in a screaming orgasm. I screamed and shook, then I drenched the lap of my dance partner as my feminine juices exploded out.

My dance partner whispered that he would rather eat me out if I could explode like that again. I didn't cuss him out for speaking, instead I pulled away and hoisted myself up on a table. I spread my legs open and laid back.

He pulled my skirt up and I could hear some men applauding as they got a free show. He buried his face into my pussy and licked me with a fervor that I'd never felt before. I squeeled, screamed, even mewed a little as he brought me up and down again with orgasm after orgasm hitting me like a tsunami, one after the other. I successfully drenched my dance partner, nearly from head to toe. He made me ejaculate so much I thought I'd wither away.

Some where during the performance I had earned the attentions of one very good looking woman. While my dance partner continued licking my pussy this woman was kissing me and undoing my blouse. My new admirer loved the fact I wasn't wearing a bra and so did my audience.

This woman loved me with her lips, kissing my mouth, my breasts, and sucking my nipples.
This new attention brought me to new heights of ecstasy. Even though this woman was very helpful I didn't really want a woman at this time. I wanted a man. I wanted to feel a man's hard cock between my legs.

I sat up and grabbed the woman by the hair. I brought her too me and forcefully kissed her. I told her thank you and pushed her back to the crowd, to who I believed was a very happy boyfriend.

I pulled my dance partner out of my pussy and slid back down on to his lap. I found his hard cock and slid him into my hot wet pussy. We both let out a sigh of relief.

I gyrated my hips on him and fucked him unmercifully. I fucked him like a guy, I slammed my pussy against him over and over again, until I was nearly numb and his cock was in as far as it could go.

I finally felt an orgasm build, right around the time he announced he would cum. I fucked him harder and faster. Finally we came together, with him pushing hard inside of me, and my pussy muscles squeezing every last drop out of his pulsating cock.

As our orgasms subsided we collapsed against each other in a heap. There was a shocking round of applause from our audience.

Some drunk man from behind the crowd yelled out.

"So, when is it my turn? I wanna fuck her too!"

That's when I knew it was my clue to get the hell out of dodge or at least this dive bar. I got off my dance partner, pulled my wet skirt down, held my shirt closed. I couldn't find my panties for the life of me.

I walked past the crowd down the ramp to the taxi that had been waiting for me for the last twenty minutes. Surprisingly the taxi driver didn't charge me for his wait.

I got in the cab and hollered at my fucking friend.

"Hey fuck buddy. If you get in the taxi I'll suck your dick on the way to a hotel."

My male companion suddenly sprung to life and jumped over the divider between the bench seats and the sidewalk. He literally leaped into the taxi.

I used my fuck buddy for the rest of that weekend. We barely stopped to eat. I don't think there was a surface in our hotel room that we didn't fuck on.

On Sunday I finally told him it was time to go. He was very reluctant. He requested a position as my sex slave. I convinced him he had to get back to his own life.

I'm sure that he goes back to that bar frequently in hopes of finding me.

I know that my fuck buddy finally told me his name before we went our separate ways, but I think I've forgotten it. He also gave me a calling card, but I lost it somewhere... Oh well.

Horny

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