Breakup Therapy - Sex Stories

Breakup Therapy

... on the lips. “Time for a shower,” I said and walked over to the bathroom. The salvo of hot droplets on my skin increased the relaxing feeling I already had. I couldn’t think of a moment I felt more relaxed than now. I stood there for over ten minutes with my eyes closed, just enjoying the running water while the steam keeps my body warm. This entire experience was already feeling great. I never thought seducing yourself could be this satisfying. And I wasn't even finished yet. There was plenty more to come, so I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in towels while I was thinking about what to wear. It needed to be something special, something I felt good and comfortable in. It only took me a minute to find the perfect set in my drawers. I first stepped into the panties. They were black lined with lace and a small red ribbon marking the only opening towards my center of pleasure. The bra was like the panties, black lace that only covered half of my soft breast. This set allowed me to enjoy myself without having to fiddle too much with clothing, and also to feel the soft touches of fabric. Once again I looked in the mirror and got an approving look from her. I walked towards the living room, swaying my hips like a model. When I sat down on the sofa, I noticed something was missing. It was too quiet and lonely so I decided to watch some naughty television. There was a lesbian movie playing on the adult channel. Two beautiful women were enjoying each other’s body. I ...

... never experimented with girls, but what I saw them doing really got my loins going again. They were intertwined in a 69 and although I had done this before with a men, I wondered how it would be to taste another women’s inner juice while having the pleasure of my hot pool stimulated by an experienced tongue. If my syrup tasted this good, what would another women’s taste like? I could smell the pleasure with every moan they made. I thrust a finger between the gate of my panties and tried to replicate the fine, subtle, circling movements of their tongues. My breath quickened and I envisioned myself on top of one those gorgeous bodies on TV. I switched hands and licked my wet fingers. I tasted great, better than the champagne, so I started to change hands every so often so I could have more of that hot juicy liquor. Meanwhile, the couple of TV changed position. One crawled on all fours while the other knelt behind and started to work on the clitoris. While I was watching them intently, I softly rubbed my own clit. The camera zoomed in and I noticed her tongue going deep to find the g-spot while her finger doubled the pleasure by pressing on her anus. The first one moaned loudly when a finger disappeared in her little opening. She started to rub her own breasts while barely able to keep balance. It didn't take long before she exploded and collapsed on the floor while she gasped for air. I wanted to know how that felt so I sat on the edge of he sofa, raising my hips. I started to ...