The Ears Have It - Sex Stories

The Ears Have It

When you think about it, ears are funny things. The first thing I remember when I think of them is when I was kid, my dad used to grab one of mine and hold it tight when I'd been naughty or rude. He never spanked me. Never needed to. Just grabbed me by my ear and dragged me up to my room, slammed the door shut and told me to stay there. As I got older, they seemed to fascinate me. Whenever I met someone for the first time, the first thing I'd look at was their ears. Then as I matured, I became interested, no, obsessed by them. I found myself in class, comparing them, noticing how boy's were different from girl's. I decided early on that I preferred girl's ears to boys. They were somehow nicer, more elegant. By the time I hit sixteen, my obsession only seemed to get worse. At school, there were some girls that had absolutely gorgeous ears, and I used to fantasise at night about touching them, caressing the strands of hair that gently fell over them, especially blond hair. There was one girl, Nikki, who used to sit next to the window in Science. On clear days, the sunlight showed all the delicate hairs around the edges of her ears, and her hair glowed golden in the afternoon sun. She looked like an angel. My heart melted every time I saw her, and I so wanted her to notice me. But girls at school can be very cruel to other girls, especially if they think they're 'strange'. So I kept my feelings hidden. I had my first relationship with another girl at seventeen. I met her ...

... through a mutual friend, and we could both tell we were 'different'. Jennifer had nice ears, but a little rounded at the top, and her lobes were quite small. However, we soon became best friends, and we would spend most of our free time together, especially at weekends. One day after college, she asked if I could stay over for the weekend, and I virtually begged my dad to let me go. He was only to willing to 'palm me off to someone else' for a few days, so on the Friday night, I packed my best underwear and clothes in my rucksack and headed off to Jennifer's house. That weekend, I knew that I could only ever love other women. Jennifer had had other girlfriends before me, and she soon initiated me into the ways of Sappho. By the end of the weekend, I was totally in love with her, and we had explored each other's bodies thoroughly. She was taller than me, and I spent many a happy hour working my lips sensuously over her skin, licking, kissing and sometimes biting her gently, especially her ears. I loved the way she moaned as my tongue explored her secret garden, and her hands gently caressed my head as I delved deeper. She showed me how to explore the folds of her flower, and how to suck on the rosebud at its crown. She was so understanding, and I loved nibbling on her small lobes while she caressed my breasts and elongated nipples. Jennifer was gentle, loving and wonderful, and we were together for the rest of college. We were both sorry that we had to separate when we went to ...