My best sexstories - Sex Stories

My best sexstories

Whether I’m writing about joining the mile high club, attending a “kissing party”, or the joy that comes with not caring about pubic hair, I often address my sex life directly. Sometimes, I even dispense unsolicited advice based on personal experiences on matters such as staying faithful, and which awkward scenarios couples should expect to face in the sack. For this roundup of sensual stories, however, I cast a wide net. What I discovered is that everyone seems to have a saucy tale worth sharing. Below are the top 5 anecdotes of the lot, which are sure to leave you flesh thirsty. (Each story has been edited for clarity.) 1. Jerking around in-flight (male, 30) My college girlfriend had an insatiable appetite for sex. So an hour before heading to the airport to catch a flight to Italy in 2002 (the trip was our graduation gift to ourselves), we had sex. By the time we were boarding, she was already ready for more. Naturally, we checked out the plane’s bathroom, but we agreed that it looked too cramped for a mid-air romp. Undeterred, my gal summoned a flight attendant shortly after takeoff and requested two blankets. Then she draped the navy blue polyester throws over my lap, slipped her hand beneath the makeshift barrier, withdrew my dick, and massaged me to erection. Bear in mind that we were in a three- seat row. She was by the window, I was in the center, and a middle-aged European dude neither of us knew was sitting near the aisle. While jerking me off as slowly as ...

... possible so as not to raise suspicion, she whispered in my ear that she wanted to make me come. It was odd being shoulder-to-shoulder with a complete stranger, and it wasn’t easy to muffle my increasingly heavy breathing, but it was incredibly hot to do something so daring out in the open. After about half an hour, I came, smiling wide, aware that I would never forget that less-than-innocent hand job. 2. Starfucking (female, 20) The Spring Fling concert is a major campus event at my small liberal arts college. So when the famous rapper we’d all been looking forward to seeing for weeks singled me out and pulled me up on stage mid- performance, it was a big deal. Dancing alongside a verified celeb in front of the entire school, I inevitably got a little drunk on my five minutes of spotlight. I decided right then and there that I was DTF (down to fuck). But what transpired between us wasn’t the wild, disconnected sex I anticipated. To start, the dapper rapper nibbled on my toes. He followed that intimate gesture by caressing my body tenderly all over. Then he told me he could love me, and offered to pay for my college education! The next morning, he invited all my friends out to brunch. As soon as he left town, the reality that he was twice my age, lived in Atlanta, and traveled constantly set in. When he texted a few days later, I was shocked he hadn’t forgotten me already. My ego begged me to respond. But rather than draw the whole thing out and make myself vulnerable to ...