Dianna’s Awakening Chapter One - Sex Stories

Dianna’s Awakening Chapter One

... thick pubic hair. I slipped on my PJ top and buttoned it to the top but decided to forgo the bottoms since I was feeling very horny.

Paul didn't stir as I slipped into bed and pulled the covers up; as I lay there waiting for sleep to capture me, my thoughts were of J. At first, they were the words he'd typed to me and used in his profile. Still, as the minutes passed and my hands slowly moved toward my loins, my thoughts became concentrated on the last photo he'd shared. I started by lightly fingering my clitoris as I imagined his beautiful curved cock sheathed in the thin flesh of his foreskin, rising to touch his abdomen. I moved my other hand down past the first and slipped two fingers through my labia into the moist tissue of my pussy. I imagined J's cock slowly joining my fingers as he lowered his loins toward me. I climaxed almost immediately, then brought the hand that was pleasuring my clitoris and slid it along my neck as I imagined his rock-hard throbbing cock slipping through my lips, over my tongue, and into my throat. My fingers moved faster inside my pussy, and the digits on my neck slid up and down the smooth flesh as I imagined that flesh being stretched by his beautiful cock. I feared that my whimpering would wake my sleeping husband as I brought myself to another self-induced orgasm. I withdrew my fingers from my quivering pussy and brought them to my lips to taste my orgasmic flow. I wondered if J would find the taste of my pussy appealing.

My last ...

... thought before sleep captured me: if I dreamed tonight, it would be of a new and exciting lover.

I woke up filled with anticipation and excitement about getting a reply from J. Even though I had replied to him late last night, I hoped he'd check his messages in the morning. Rather than letting the anticipation build, I went to my computer and logged on to SU. My inbox had two new inquiries but nothing from J. Somewhat disappointed, I left the latest messages for later and went downstairs for coffee.

I sat at the kitchen table, sipping my coffee, nibbling on a few oatmeal cookies, and thinking about him. J had said he's been in the lifestyle for nearly three years, and I was confident with his handsome looks and that beautiful curved cock he had been with more than a few women and that many of those members would have had bodies more voluptuous and sexier than mine. I'd have to count on my oral talents to overcome what I saw as flaws with my body. There was one small problem with that plan, his name is Paul, and his cock is the only one I've ever sucked. I recently started practicing with my biggest sex toy, an eight-inch rubber cock that reaches my throat but doesn't go as deep as any of the three I've seen in the last two days. It is long enough to show me how to avoid gagging, which I had to assume is the biggest hurdle when you want to become a deep-throat cock sucker. I giggled to myself as I thought I wonder if Amazon sells bigger dildos.

After refilling my coffee ...