Friday, May 27, 2011

Jersey Experience







I guess this is the best way to confess what I did 10 years ago. My then boyfriend (now my hubby) and I planned to go the U.S. on the same date but he unfortunately decided to stay here for work. So I flew alone and stayed with my college girl best friend in New Jersey. One night, we had a drinking session for her cousin’s birthday. We drank while singing the karaoke.

After about two hours, I went to the bathroom to pee. When I was about to pull up my pants, my friend’s cousin suddenly came in, locked the door of the CR and kissed me. I pushed him and said he must be drunk. He politely got out and went back to drinking. We went back to drinking and sang the happy birthday song for him, after which and he wished a kiss from me. The group cheered and so I give him a kiss on the cheek. “We want more!” the group shouted. To make them happy, I kissed him torridly. I suddenly felt attracted to him.

After the party I realized I left my bag at the place. I asked my girl friend to accompany me but she was really drunk, so I asked her cousin to drive me. While in his car, he started fondling my breasts. Feeling so hot, I guided him down to my pussy. I returned the favor by giving him a blowjob while he drove. I was surprised when another hand started fingering me while I give him a head. When I looked, it was his friend Dennis who was in the backseat the whole drive. I couldn’t say no. When we reached the place, we parked to do the deed. When they both came, we did another round. We then took a quick bath, and returned to my cousin’s pad as if nothing had happened. It was really a great Jersey experience and honestly,  I miss the place. 

Ex-officemates Make Sweet Music Together

A former officemate used to come to my small apartment once in a while. We would talk about music while he played the guitar. Little by little, he would inject sex topics in our conversations. He got more and more vulgar in time. Me, I was a virgin then and very curious. I liked the way he stared at my legs, as if he was going to grab me. On his birthday, he visited me at around 3 a.m. There were other people in the house but we had the living room to ourselves. There he started to make advances, grazing my shin, inner thighs and boobs as we talked.  He begged for me to let him see my breasts even for a second, so I lifted my shirt and bra. He started suckling on my breasts—it tickled but I loved it. He even made a compliment about my pink nipples. He breathed on my neck and cheeks, provoking me to kiss him, then pulled me away from the chair to stand with my back against his hard cock. He worked his hands from my hips up to my breasts. We had company so imagine the torture when he slid his right hand into my pants. I grabbed his hair and let out a groan as I came.
That time, I was still in love with another guy who didn't really give a damn about me. Still, I didn't want to keep leading my officemate on. I moved to a new apartment and it got to a point where I blocked his number. After a few years, I got a text message from him, inviting me to jam with his band on his birthday. I couldn't believe he still wanted me after such a long time. I realized I’d missed his company so I obliged. They played a couple of songs that he actually wrote for me. I slowly fell in love with him. Now he’s my boyfriend of seven months. Every time we make love, he bangs me hard and slaps my butt cheeks for making him wait for so long. And boy, do I love the punishment.