— Born Pussy

Friday night,8:37 p.m.
Erika just got out of the shower and she heard the phone ring.
She answered it and on the phone was her boyfriend Zed.
“Hey baby,what’s up?” he asked.

One Saturday evening, after we had been to a football match, me and my mate were sitting at my house and drinking beer. After a few hours my mate told me about a girl he had seen lately, and that he would try to look her up this evening. He knew that she was at a party in a town a few kilometers away, and we were wondering how we would get there.

This is a story about my first time with a women. it starts at my house and where I lived with my grandmother ever since my mother had died 5 years earlier. I was 18 at the time and had been jacking off for quite a while by then at least 3-4 years one day my grandmother was doing the laundry and out of the blue said I wish you do you boy stuff in the bathroom and not get it on the sheets all the time . I didn’t say anything just turned beet red.

She sat waiting, sitting on a log, staring into the fire before her that was down to it’s embers. The chanting in the circle surrounding her was quieting down, and overhead, a faint flapping of wings could be heard. Her head bolted upwards and she saw circling figures, coming to land on the ground. She stood on her feet and looked to the sky, temporarily losing her breathe. It didn’t matter how many times she saw these people- her heart felt like it was going to stop when she laid eyes on them. She saw one off to the side, his wings letting him drift in next to her. Her eyes welled with tears when she looked at his Golden Hair and piercingly blue eyes, his beauty making her heart wrench. He smiled and embraced her, nuzzling her neck softly but placing a finger to her lips. All around them people were joining eachother in Union… the festivity may have appeared to end but in truth, it was just beginning. Her and her lover parted, and he looked into the misty forests- the trees and the ground enchanted.

I was in my third year of university when I met James. He was about 6’5” and very lean. He was an English major like myself, so I shared a lot of my classes with him. I liked to imagine that under his vintage t-shirts and jeans he had a cut body and a beautiful cock. I often daydreamed about the day we would finally fuck while pretending to pay attention in my English lectures. Somehow Hemingway just wasn’t as interesting as picturing James undressing me slowly and then eating my pussy. My profs often noticed that I left classes somewhat flushed; I guess they thought I got a rush from studying Dickens, when in reality it was James’ dick I really wanted to study.

“I’m going to be gentle Kaila” I exclaimed to my new wife with a loving expression across my face.
“Okay” she replied thankfully, batting her eyelashes to tease me.
I moved my right hand under her blouse and felt the smoothness of her stomach and chest. She let her eyelids slowly wilt, tilting her head back ever so slightly as well. We were lying together for the first time ever in our apartment bedroom. I had proposed to her just last month and now it felt so great to be able to freely share my desire with her in such a sensual and personal way.