True sex stories: Part 2. Click read more
So, its been a while since I wrote another true sex story. It’s so much harder to write the true ones, because they arent anywhere near as intense or passionate as the ones I can do from my imagination. Oddly enough, its harder to get more detailed in them, because I want it to be true.. and I cant always remember ever little detail.
This one is set back when I was living in California. I was about 21ish I think, and it was with this girl named Pamela, and she was a little crazy.
A little background on her, she was 19 and living with her mom and several brothers and sisters. Now that I think about it, this is going to be a double story about her. More to that in a bit.
Anyways, her family was very, VERY Morman. Meaning they weren’t allowed to do pretty much anything fun. No caffeine, no alcohol, and sure as hell no sex. Pam, was just getting to her rebelious stage in life, and happened to find this guy that ran a blog called Godcalledinsick2day and probably assumed that is the exact person that would drive her mom insane.
We talked for a while, and eventually even went on a few real dates. After a while, it got to the point where she really wanted to have sex, but that just wasn’t going to happen with how many people were always around us. So, she decided to come up with a plan that made the Marine inside of me proud.
True sex story
So.. the people have spoken, and they have decided that they want to hear some of the real life sex stories that I have. Of course, nothing I have done for real will match anything that I have written based on fantasy.
For my first attempt at this, I would like to share one of the stories that people seem to think happens ALL the time, but in reality is extremely rare. Hopefully, after reading the true details on exactly how it works, you will understand why.
Being a glamour photographer in all reality is anything but glamorous. In reality, yeah you get to see some of the girls naked, but you are so busy getting the pictures right, you almost have no time to think about anything else. Even if you did think it, the odds that the girl is intersted in you are generally slim to none. It becomes more like being a DJ in a strip club. Sure all the girls are comfortable with you, but you are just the tool they see as a harmless friend.
With that being said.. this is a story about one of the exceptions.
Once upon a time…
Hot summer night - Click read more
This warm summer night didnt feel any different than any other in recent memory. Not sure what I wanted to do, I was tired of sitting around my apartment bored and alone. The internet had lost its luster, and netflix didnt have anything that seemed to appeal to me.
The heat had caused my energy level to fall to a new low. The only thing keeping me going was a healthy libido that was starting to take control. I thought about taking care of it myself, but this seemed more. Much more.
I sent you a text to see what you were up to, and got the reply back that you were bored. At this point I realized I was hungry, and thought that would be a good starting point for the night.
I sent another text asking if you were hungry, and luckily you were. We text back and forth a bit and decided on a small place here in town. We agreed to meet there in an hour giving us both time to shower and get ready for the night out.
As I stepped out of my shower, I noticed my phone had a new message. It ended up being a picture of you in a dress with the caption “Just got this, wearing it out tonight. Do you like it?”
Dinner - Erotic story. Click read more to see the rest
The first time that I had ever talked to you, I could tell that you were different. You seemed like you had the right answer for every question that I could throw out there. It was almost as though I was giving an open book test, and you were already on the page with the solution waiting for me. The connection seemed to be instant.
Knowing that you were all the way on the other side of the country, I knew that you were looking at different options in your life. I just hoped for a better option, and then it hit me. Im right around the corner from the University of Vermont, you should at least come up and see the campus to look into it as a transfer possibility. Or at least look into the cosmetology schools that we have in the area since you were still considering getting into that someday. Which would be the perfect thing to compliment my photography.
As an added bonus, I promised to take you out to a fancy dinner once you got up here as well. I was going to do whatever I could as a bargaining chip, to get you up to visit. When you finally agreed, I thought that maybe it was going to be some sort of sick joke. That maybe you were just saying that to get me to shut up, but when you told me the date and time you were going to land I started to believe. I don’t think that I managed a full night of sleep for a week after I found out, and the week before you landed.
I was able to get time off work easy enough, except for the Friday that you were going to fly in. I had to work that day until 7, but I was going to get the entire following week off to spend with you. We had managed to secure you a hotel, so that we wouldn’t have you stay with me here with the messy roommate and dogs, and your hotel was right down the street from the airport. The plan was that I was going to go home and change after work and go pick you up for our fancy date. I was so excited that the day went by deathly slow.
Stolen: - Erotic story (Its long, click read more)
One of my biggest flaws is that I flirt too much. Sometimes this can get me into a lot of troubl, and others it works to my advantage. Knowing you had a boyfriend, I made sure to keep things from getting too out of hand, but you would often surprise me with some of the things youd say.
Anytime I would joke about anything sexual, I would always add a “If you could” or a “Too bad you weren’t single” in there to keep it from seeming too serious. At first you agreed, but eventually you changed your standard reply. You started saying things like “Well maybe you should just kidnap me” and “Its not cheating if I’m held against my will”
Normally, I would find things like this a little weird. However, you have made it no secret that some of your biggest turn ons involve you being tied up, and being dominated. This left me confused and wondering just how serious you were about it.
Arriving in town for business, we chatted a few times as I mostly stayed in adjusting to the time change and spending time on work related things. I was there a full week before I had any real time to go out and do anything.
I sent you a message letting you know that I was free for the day on Saturday, I had hoped that you would be as well. I really wanted to meet up and hang out. Talk about some possible story ideas, or even just get to spend time together.
You replied back with, “Im sorry I have previous plans. I will be at the Daisy Farm Rd bus stop to get on a bus at noon. Im usually there a half hour early. Its pretty lonely there. Ill be wearing a sexy black skirt, with a nice gray shirt under it, and some cute heels. I will stand out so bad here. I really hope I dont get kidnapped. p.s. It would be really bad to get kidnapped that day, because nobody is expecting me anywhere for hours. ;) ”
Passion Returns
The clock moved slower than normal and surprisingly enough my chair seemed more uncomfortable than I was used to. That’s the price you need to pay when you are finally excited about something in your life. I looked around the office and it was almost empty. Unfortunately working the later shift, I had to wait until everyone else was gone.
You had text me already to let me know that you had made it to the hotel all right, and were going to unpack and get ready for our mini vacation together. I know it was only for a 3 day weekend, but I can only imagine how much stuff you would have brought in for it. “Having to unpack?” The thought seemed crazy for a short trip, but at least it would give you something to do while I was on my way over.
My phone vibrated as my computer was shutting down, but I didn’t have time to check the message. I closed out the computer as the phone vibrated again. I started to worry about you for a second hoping that nothing had gone wrong, as the phone vibrated again.
I shut off the lights and went to lock the door and again there was a vibration on my leg. That was already 3 text messages in the span of a few seconds. Something must be wrong. I locked the door as I felt a 4th message light me up. I grabbed my phone to flip it open and a 5th text message came in.
I looked at the names, and they were all from you, but I noticed the first 4 of them all had attachments with them. They were picture messages. Assuming you just found interesting stuff from the hotel of you were bored and taking random pictures, I felt a little more relieved as I was walking to my car.
The first message loaded and it was a picture of legs and feet from the knees down. The legs were bare, and the feet were in strappy high heels with neatly painted toes. The heels were sexy and fancy, not something for everyday wearing.
The Shoot
Our first shoot together managed to be pretty comfortable from the start. I had always imagined that shooting with you would be fun, and if feels like I couldn’t find anything else that I would rather do. You seemed just as eager for this as I did, and it was perfect finding someone that I could shoot with to help build confidence in my work, practice, and get lots of great shots. Enjoying being around you was an extremely great bonus.
All week leading up to the shoot, we have been speaking everyday making work seem to fly by so much faster. During the time that we knew each other, there was an obvious tension building that couldn’t be denied. It was like a dream in which I had full control of every situation. Each time I thought that I was going to say something that might offend you, you countered with something that would take me completely off guard about how you would enjoy it, or mention something that made me feel completely comfortable telling you my darkest secrets. Our conversations always lead to these intense mental images and fantasies that would inspire intense dreams filled with passion, intensity and just the right amount of perversion. All I could do was imagine what you would really be like, knowing full well why I couldn’t truly find out.
