u/jayslieae

Last night I was super horny, so I grabbed my biggest dildo, lubed it up and slowly pushed it all the way in. The stretch felt so intense and delicious. Then I turned on some filthy porn, lay back with my legs spread wide, and just started grinding on it slowly while rubbing my swollen clit.

The combination was insane. The fullness pressing against my g-spot plus the constant circles on my clit made my legs shake within minutes. I couldn’t stay still I ended up riding the dildo like a desperate slut, slamming myself down on it harder and harder while frantically rubbing my clit.

I came so hard the first time that I actually squirted a little. But I didn’t stop. I kept going, chasing another one right after, then another. I lost count of how many orgasms I had, my pussy was throbbing and creaming all over the dildo. By the end I was a sweaty, whimpering mess with my eyes rolled back.

Now I can’t go back to just rubbing my clit normally anymore. I need that stretched, full feeling every time.

I started hooking up with this guy. He was 24, confident, and had this calm dominance that made my stomach flip every time he looked at me. We’d been fooling around for a couple weeks, but that night we finally went all the way.

We started on his bed. He laid me down gently and climbed between my legs for missionary. At first I felt a little shy legs spread wide, completely exposed under his stare. But the moment he pushed inside me, that feeling disappeared. He was thick and went so deep in that position. Every slow thrust pressed my clit against him and I could feel his weight on top of me, pinning me down.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned against my neck.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and he started fucking me harder. The bed creaked, my tits bounced with every thrust, and I couldn’t stop moaning. Missionary felt so intimate. I could see his face, watch his jaw clench, and feel his breath on my lips while he filled me completely. When he pinned my wrists above my head with one hand, I came harder than I ever had before shaking, squeezing around his cock, gasping his name.

But He wasn’t done.

He pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, and told me to stand up at the edge of the bed. My legs were already shaky. He positioned himself behind me, bent me forward slightly, and pushed back in while we were both standing.

Standing sex hit different. It felt dirtier. More urgent. He had total control gripping my hips hard, pulling me back onto his cock with every thrust. My tits hung and swayed, and every time he slammed into me I had to brace my hands on the bed to stay upright. The angle made him feel even bigger. I could hear how wet I was, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.

He reached around and rubbed my clit while pounding me. My knees kept buckling from the intensity.

You like being used like this? he growled, tightening his grip.

I could barely speak. I just moaned “yes” over and over. He fucked me harder, pulling my hair, until my second orgasm ripped through me. My legs gave out completely and he had to hold me up while he kept thrusting. A few moments later he pulled out and came all over my back.

We collapsed onto the bed afterward, sweaty and breathing hard. I felt sore, satisfied, and strangely proud. Missionary made me feel wanted and close to him. Standing made me feel like his little fucktoy.

I already can’t stop thinking about the next time.

I started hooking up with this guy. He was 24, confident, and had this calm dominance that made my stomach flip every time he looked at me. We’d been fooling around for a couple weeks, but that night we finally went all the way.

We started on his bed. He laid me down gently and climbed between my legs for missionary. At first I felt a little shy legs spread wide, completely exposed under his stare. But the moment he pushed inside me, that feeling disappeared. He was thick and went so deep in that position. Every slow thrust pressed my clit against him and I could feel his weight on top of me, pinning me down.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned against my neck.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and he started fucking me harder. The bed creaked, my tits bounced with every thrust, and I couldn’t stop moaning. Missionary felt so intimate. I could see his face, watch his jaw clench, and feel his breath on my lips while he filled me completely. When he pinned my wrists above my head with one hand, I came harder than I ever had before shaking, squeezing around his cock, gasping his name.

But He wasn’t done.

He pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, and told me to stand up at the edge of the bed. My legs were already shaky. He positioned himself behind me, bent me forward slightly, and pushed back in while we were both standing.

Standing sex hit different. It felt dirtier. More urgent. He had total control gripping my hips hard, pulling me back onto his cock with every thrust. My tits hung and swayed, and every time he slammed into me I had to brace my hands on the bed to stay upright. The angle made him feel even bigger. I could hear how wet I was, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.

He reached around and rubbed my clit while pounding me. My knees kept buckling from the intensity.

You like being used like this? he growled, tightening his grip.

I could barely speak. I just moaned “yes” over and over. He fucked me harder, pulling my hair, until my second orgasm ripped through me. My legs gave out completely and he had to hold me up while he kept thrusting. A few moments later he pulled out and came all over my back.

We collapsed onto the bed afterward, sweaty and breathing hard. I felt sore, satisfied, and strangely proud. Missionary made me feel wanted and close to him. Standing made me feel like his little fucktoy.

I already can’t stop thinking about the next time.