My Goddess - Sex Stories

My Goddess

April 22nd, 2015 On our first date, I asked you to let me surprise you. You were shy, but agreed. I took you out into the park, and we gazed at the stars as the crepuscular light slowly faded. Your hand found mine across the thin blanket, and I still remember the way that my heart leapt into my throat as I thought: She likes me! She actually likes me! I looked over to see you staring at me, and you turned away, blushing. I brushed your cheek softly with my thumb and leaned over to kiss you. Ah, our first kiss. Sparks don’t begin to describe it; instead, picture fireworks. Nay, more along the lines of explosions. I felt connected to you in a way that I had never felt with anybody before. I closed my eyes and lost myself in your soft lips. The way you shyly pressed your tongue into mine, the way you nibbled on my lower lip. It wasn't only sexual, although my hardon was clear to see straining against my jeans. No… it was deeper than that. I felt bound to you, sexually, emotionally, and in every other way imaginable. From that single kiss, I knew I trusted you with all of my heart. My mind screamed at me, reminding me of how easily I had been fooled into love before, but my heart was louder. I knew from that moment on that I was yours and you were mine. ***** May 10th, 2015. We started off mostly as a cute couple who had done nothing more than kiss, but things quickly grew heated through a game of truth or dare. After a few questions, I finally built up the nerve to ask you ...

... something more “daring”. I took a deep breath, and closed my eyes as I hit the send button. What’s your biggest sexual fantasy? After a few minutes of silence, I sighed. Great, I thought to myself. You’ve gone and ruined the best relationship you’ve ever had. You always do this, you always have to... My phone vibrated on the bed, and my heart jumped into my throat. I unlocked my phone and gazed at the message with wide eyes. I want to fuck in a pool. My heartbeat quickened, and my cock starting growing in my pants. I tried to keep it casual, but I was nervous as hell. To this day, I’m glad we didn’t play in person or this whole thing may have never happened. Oh no way, me too! Haha that’s cool. I hit the send button, and groan at myself. Really? This amazing, beautiful, sexy girl is telling you she wants to fuck in a pool and you say “haha that’s cool”? She’s going to think you’re such a loser! After several minutes of self-inflicted verbal abuse, with my geeky side defending my spineless actions, the phone buzzed again. No way! That’s so cool! We should try it out then! I nearly passed out. Now, I wasn’t completely new to flirting. I was a virgin, but I had sent “hot” messages back and forth between some crushes of mine, and had even been the Dom in a couple sexting relationships. But nothing like this. From then on, the topic was sex. We were both virgins, but our imaginative thinking would have made the most experienced sexual connoisseur blush. Sooner or later, the topic of ...