I have not posted in a while and for some weird reason I am feeling 'inspired' to do so today. This will be quick like the story I am gonna post ooopppsss :p
Josh's parents are Italian-American (dad) and Japanese (mom) so his mixed race background produced a "fine" and as my close friend said, a gorgeous man. If the first date would be an indication of how relationships will be then he and I should be married by now with three kids LMAO.
He and I briefly dated this summer.
The chemistry was so intense that we find ourselves getting slightly physical even on the first date as he and I were sitting in one of the benches in the park within my district. It all started when he took out his grapefruit and decided to feed me. Apparently, he has this fetish when feeding people. Effing weird but hey, I never complained. He started feeding me and I started getting playful (and you cannot blame me). I was letting him feed me but my eyes would not break my stares to him. And gosh, he stared back at me. As I took my last bite, he inched his face closer to me and before I knew it, Josh and I were kissing... Kissing in the park at 5:00 pm on a scorching, summer day.
He is younger than me (what's new) but quite experienced, if his kisses were any indication. His lips are so soft and continued with his exploration of my lips. I thought we could have sex there if I let him. We probably kissed for a good ten minutes or so then we stopped. I then suggested that we walk around the park and thankfully, he agreed. We walked, kissed, and hugged as we were two people "in love". It was not a big deal for me and my mind still wandered to what he and I did earlier...I can still feel his soft lips on mine. As I was getting distracted by these thoughts, it was then that I realized that we reached a more secluded part of the park. He then led me again to one of the benches and we sat down.
As soon as we sat, his lips were suddenly on mine. More forceful. More insistent. Just the way I like it. Our kisses started getting deeper and Josh pulled back and I thought that was over but he suddenly kissed me on my neck. I was getting self-conscious because it was summer and maybe I am sweaty and all but Josh clearly did not mind...
In fact, his lips treaded my neck down to my cleavage. Going down but his eyes on me. Stares not backing down. I wanted to turn away but his look clearly told me he was enjoying this whole staredown and adds to what we were doing...
I can feel his lips dangerously close to my breasts...I cannot deny that my breathing started getting heavier and I am pretty sure he felt that too. And then as if this entire thing prodded me to be braver, I slightly lowered my top to reveal my left breast. Soon after, I felt his lips on my nipple. It was fucking amazing. I can feel myself getting more turned on as he sucked and nibbled on my nipple. Without thinking what possible repercussions I am getting myself into, I let out my right breast. He sucked it too, with the same passion as the left. That was fucking, deliriously good. I am pretty sure I already let out a moan...
And with all the remaining strength (not a lot at this point) that was left in me, I told him, almost whispering, "Josh, we should stop...". He did not. Thinking he might have not heard me, I said it in a slightly louder voice. I counted about five seconds and he finally did. He was breathing heavily as me.
He moved my top back, gave me one last long kiss, and then hugged me.
Shortly after, we left the park.
What I did not know was that will be the first of a few unforgettable times with Josh...
★ Piper ★
Friday, October 13, 2017
Tuesday, August 1, 2017
Masturbation
Just this past weekend, I saw my close friends from high school. It was then that I found out that one of my married friends has never masturbated nor played with herself. I was surprised, more like flabbergasted. How can she not?! Only goes to show how masturbation (which is very much common among men) is not so common among women, at least where I come from.
Guys, who among you have had partners who admitted they masturbate?
★ Piper ★
Sunday, July 23, 2017
My "Innocent Boy"
I have been jaded for a while. I may have had my own bouts of 'infatuations' and then afterwards, I am over them. I seldom write about men I actually fell for but perhaps in order for me to let go of these feelings, I needed to write about it and just throw it out to the world, the universe, rather. (Props to those who got that :p)
I met a guy recently. Let us call him Mike. I met Mike in the online dating website I frequent to. When I met him, I was sort of already seeing this other guy (due to differences in interests he and I eventually went separate ways)but eventually had my entire attention to Mike.
When I first met Mike, I had no expectations --- like zero, zilch, nada. Why? It was for the simple reason that Mike prior to us meeting already insulted me by asking the question whether we would meet as friends or was it a date. The insulted, 'older' me said snappily, "of course it is not a date, you are way too young for me." In fact, he is. His picture alone clearly reminded me of our age difference. Mike is white and although I have not really been dating American Caucasians, it is not a bad thing for me. Plus, his height clearly was in my preferred range. Nonetheless, friends was what I said so friends it will be.
I met Mike and his best friend we shall call Karl at a major and busy area in the city where I live. After some frustrating messages, I eventually found them just as he described. The first thing I noticed was Karl being very young and I was like, wow, they are really way out of my league. And then I briefly glanced at Mike. He did not look 6'2 as he said but it was apparently because his back was always hunched hence. His look was very typical American boy next door; not handsome handsome but definitely not bad looking. Plus I like how he easily smiled back at me. I brought them to an izakaya place where they both said they wouldn't be able to order if I weren't with them. We then had coffee at another place within the area then we parted ways. No holding hands. No kiss. No arm brushing. No hugs. In short, it was the most wholesome date I have ever had in a while.
We both then went to our respective ways after. That same night, Mike sent me the picture from the izakaya place (coz my phone was dead earlier) and also told me how he and his friend enjoyed the place I told them. As I was gonna be busy, I did promise him that I will show he and his friend some more areas before they leave.
We did not text the following day.
Two days after we met(Saturday), he began texting me more and I guess that's where the flirting began. And before I knew it, we were talking (chatting) about him checking me out and me totally oblivious about it. Over the course of the next couple of days, Mike and I would send messages but my entire impression of him was still an innocent boy with his kind eyes and boyish demeanor. Not that of someone I would be intimate with.
But all those dissipated when Mike and I met again for the second time. He was still somewhat shy but as soon as I made the first move of reaching for his hand, everything else felt natural and automatic between the two of us. As soon as we arrived to the Airbnb place he shares with Karl, Mike and I were more relaxed with each other. Karl was there at their place so Mike and I were just joking around on their place's sofa. It was relaxed and fun -- not my usual pre-sex moves. Karl, as if on cue, suddenly had to leave their place at midnight. I then looked at Mike (suddenly shy) but he said Karl may have to buy something. And in my mind, I was like, "yeah right."
As soon as Karl left, I became self-conscious of Mike. I still see him as an innocent boy but I have to admit that on that night, he suddenly became someone else in my eyes. Being intimate with him somewhat made me excited but I still did not know how it would turn out. What if I disappoint him? After all, he was still way younger than me not to mention different culturally. Such insecurities came to mind but were soon to be erased when he and I went to the other room. I was scared of being close to him. It was weird because I was never the type to be overwhelmed with things like this but he and I soon snuggled towards each other, and boy, it felt good. His body frame accommodated my body perfectly. His face fell strategically on my forehead which gave him perfect access to my forehead. It was blissful. Refreshingly, it did not feel like it was going to be a one night stand. Mike's body was not perfect and so was mine but for me, it was what I would have asked for. We started caressing each other and I have to admit that for an innocent boy, his hands clearly were not innocent enough. He expertly went through my top and easily removed my bra. He sucked my tits and boy, it did feel good. He sucked them so softly at first and then with persistence later on. Soft and eager, just the way I like it. It was also not so saliva-ish. I am slowly beginning to lose my mind.
Then Mike and I kissed. I was surprised by the kiss. As soon as his lips touched mine, I felt a spark that I would only feel for men I care for. I thought to myself: this is not good yet at that time, I did not have time to think, what I only wanted was to continue kissing this sweet, seemingly innocent boy on top of me...
(continued here...)
★ Piper ★
I met a guy recently. Let us call him Mike. I met Mike in the online dating website I frequent to. When I met him, I was sort of already seeing this other guy (due to differences in interests he and I eventually went separate ways)but eventually had my entire attention to Mike.
When I first met Mike, I had no expectations --- like zero, zilch, nada. Why? It was for the simple reason that Mike prior to us meeting already insulted me by asking the question whether we would meet as friends or was it a date. The insulted, 'older' me said snappily, "of course it is not a date, you are way too young for me." In fact, he is. His picture alone clearly reminded me of our age difference. Mike is white and although I have not really been dating American Caucasians, it is not a bad thing for me. Plus, his height clearly was in my preferred range. Nonetheless, friends was what I said so friends it will be.
I met Mike and his best friend we shall call Karl at a major and busy area in the city where I live. After some frustrating messages, I eventually found them just as he described. The first thing I noticed was Karl being very young and I was like, wow, they are really way out of my league. And then I briefly glanced at Mike. He did not look 6'2 as he said but it was apparently because his back was always hunched hence. His look was very typical American boy next door; not handsome handsome but definitely not bad looking. Plus I like how he easily smiled back at me. I brought them to an izakaya place where they both said they wouldn't be able to order if I weren't with them. We then had coffee at another place within the area then we parted ways. No holding hands. No kiss. No arm brushing. No hugs. In short, it was the most wholesome date I have ever had in a while.
We both then went to our respective ways after. That same night, Mike sent me the picture from the izakaya place (coz my phone was dead earlier) and also told me how he and his friend enjoyed the place I told them. As I was gonna be busy, I did promise him that I will show he and his friend some more areas before they leave.
We did not text the following day.
Two days after we met(Saturday), he began texting me more and I guess that's where the flirting began. And before I knew it, we were talking (chatting) about him checking me out and me totally oblivious about it. Over the course of the next couple of days, Mike and I would send messages but my entire impression of him was still an innocent boy with his kind eyes and boyish demeanor. Not that of someone I would be intimate with.
But all those dissipated when Mike and I met again for the second time. He was still somewhat shy but as soon as I made the first move of reaching for his hand, everything else felt natural and automatic between the two of us. As soon as we arrived to the Airbnb place he shares with Karl, Mike and I were more relaxed with each other. Karl was there at their place so Mike and I were just joking around on their place's sofa. It was relaxed and fun -- not my usual pre-sex moves. Karl, as if on cue, suddenly had to leave their place at midnight. I then looked at Mike (suddenly shy) but he said Karl may have to buy something. And in my mind, I was like, "yeah right."
As soon as Karl left, I became self-conscious of Mike. I still see him as an innocent boy but I have to admit that on that night, he suddenly became someone else in my eyes. Being intimate with him somewhat made me excited but I still did not know how it would turn out. What if I disappoint him? After all, he was still way younger than me not to mention different culturally. Such insecurities came to mind but were soon to be erased when he and I went to the other room. I was scared of being close to him. It was weird because I was never the type to be overwhelmed with things like this but he and I soon snuggled towards each other, and boy, it felt good. His body frame accommodated my body perfectly. His face fell strategically on my forehead which gave him perfect access to my forehead. It was blissful. Refreshingly, it did not feel like it was going to be a one night stand. Mike's body was not perfect and so was mine but for me, it was what I would have asked for. We started caressing each other and I have to admit that for an innocent boy, his hands clearly were not innocent enough. He expertly went through my top and easily removed my bra. He sucked my tits and boy, it did feel good. He sucked them so softly at first and then with persistence later on. Soft and eager, just the way I like it. It was also not so saliva-ish. I am slowly beginning to lose my mind.
Then Mike and I kissed. I was surprised by the kiss. As soon as his lips touched mine, I felt a spark that I would only feel for men I care for. I thought to myself: this is not good yet at that time, I did not have time to think, what I only wanted was to continue kissing this sweet, seemingly innocent boy on top of me...
(continued here...)
★ Piper ★
Friday, July 21, 2017
Saturday, May 13, 2017
Ass-loving Asshole Part 2
Read this first...
As soon as we are inside his house, he briefly showed me the kitchen and the living room and I immediately thought that it's either he is a minimalist or he's just too busy to buy any stuff in his house. I later found out he's the former.
It was clean but then again he has only been there for about eight weeks so of course it is. He then proceeded upstairs and I quietly followed him. During this time, there was that awkward silence looming between us. (Remember, I was still partly pissed off coz I am tired (it, being a long day) and we walked longer than I expected in the rain.)
When we got to his room, he casually took off his clothes. While I was not surprised, I wanted to tell him that I wasn't in the mood anymore to do what we both initially wanted. But of course, I don't think he'd let me be there and for nothing to happen. I placed my bag on his room's side table and in that quick moment, he was already naked. I sarcastically thought: why didn't he move like that as we were walking...
Since he was also tired, he already proceeded to his bed. I then asked him if I could take a shower and he said, of course. His bathroom was a typical guy's bathroom. I immediately thought to myself that this guy is such a neat freak and minimalist. Anyway, I showered and since there was only one clean-looking towel there, I used it. I then went upstairs where he is waiting. He was clearly ready to hit the sack --- naked, as what I said earlier. He then offered his hand and pulled me towards him. (Now this is the problem when you meet with someone and the connection is not that intense yet - a gesture like that becomes awkward af). I reluctantly reached for his hand and sat on his bed.
We kissed.
I have to admit, he was really good-looking, in spite of his age already showing from his looks. He was not a good kisser too or maybe because I was not a romantic partner. (I was like that too before, kissing a sex partner vs a romantic partner would have been different.) He then made his way down to my breasts. I saw he liked it and he took his time kissing both of my nipples.
He then worked his way down. Clearly, this guy is experienced. He knows the basics (and more). He reached my tummy and made small, tingly kisses. He then proceeded to my pussy area. But instead of going straight there, he kissed my inner thighs. Hmmm...I moaned and inadvertently arched my back. I can feel him deepening his kisses and going where it matters the most...
I anticipated.
Waited.
And then I felt it...His wet and experienced tongue searing through my hole like it had been made there all along. It felt so good. As I was slowly relaxing myself from his tongue 'torture', I then felt him move his body so that I could also do my magic.
Unlike some women I know, I love giving head. To the point of obsessing about how I can make it an awesome and unforgettable experience. It was not going to be easy for me though. D.G.'s cock is, like him, huge. It was how I imagined European cocks to be. So full and big.
I started from the tip of the head. I tried to match his tempo on him going down on me. I started to urgently nibble, lick, and kiss his cock...alternately stroking his shaft and kissing it with gusto. I could tell he was getting distracted too since he would stop what he was doing to me to moan...
Then I felt him move.
He was suddenly on top of me, raring to enter...he got his condom and soon after, he entered me.
And oh, was it f*cking painful. He really was huge and filled every inch of my hole. He asked if I was okay and I meekly replied for him to just go in slowly. Thankfully, he obliged.
He continued to pump on me and soon after I can his pumps getting more urgent and faster and as I was about to ask him if he's coming, he did...
Then, silence.
His entire weight on me and I almost had to push him back because I cannot carry his entire, post-sex weight.
He moved over to the side and I then stood up and got ready to shower anew. I thought to myself, this is clearly not one of those moments where cuddling is necessary.
I took my time in the shower and when I came back to his room, I could hear him snoring softly. I slowly and quietly climbed the bed and tried to sleep. I checked my phone and saw it was already half past 2am. I faced the opposite side of the bed. I then felt him moved towards me and hug me from behind. I just let him.
I did not plan on sleeping but I ended up doing so. I was woken up by D.G.'s hand on my pussy. Always game, I then let him know by my soft moan that I was already awake. I reached for his already hard cock. Getting so wet, I immediately went on top of him letting my pussy tease his swollen organ. He held on to me to steady himself. I assured him it was just teasing and I wouldn't slide it in --- not yet without the condom anyway.
But I guess he was still tired so he gently pulled me back and let me lay down again. He continuously teased my pussy using his fingers. He already knows which areas to touch. I soon find myself moaning and quite getting a bit loud, at that. I felt his fingers getting more intense and aggressive inside me, clearly wanting to make me cum. And then I felt him do something. He slid his fingers too in my asshole. He did it so smoothly and it felt so good that it took me a good five minutes or so to realize that he had both of my holes 'covered'. I incredulously looked at him upon realizing what he was doing and he asked if I wanted him to stop.
I was silent and did not reply. I guess he took that as a no.
D.G. was insatiable and did not stop until I came.
By 5am, I decided I will go home.
In spite of his ass-holish attitude, I would have to grudgingly agree that his finger in my asshole was truly an awesome experience.
★ Piper ★
As soon as we are inside his house, he briefly showed me the kitchen and the living room and I immediately thought that it's either he is a minimalist or he's just too busy to buy any stuff in his house. I later found out he's the former.
It was clean but then again he has only been there for about eight weeks so of course it is. He then proceeded upstairs and I quietly followed him. During this time, there was that awkward silence looming between us. (Remember, I was still partly pissed off coz I am tired (it, being a long day) and we walked longer than I expected in the rain.)
When we got to his room, he casually took off his clothes. While I was not surprised, I wanted to tell him that I wasn't in the mood anymore to do what we both initially wanted. But of course, I don't think he'd let me be there and for nothing to happen. I placed my bag on his room's side table and in that quick moment, he was already naked. I sarcastically thought: why didn't he move like that as we were walking...
Since he was also tired, he already proceeded to his bed. I then asked him if I could take a shower and he said, of course. His bathroom was a typical guy's bathroom. I immediately thought to myself that this guy is such a neat freak and minimalist. Anyway, I showered and since there was only one clean-looking towel there, I used it. I then went upstairs where he is waiting. He was clearly ready to hit the sack --- naked, as what I said earlier. He then offered his hand and pulled me towards him. (Now this is the problem when you meet with someone and the connection is not that intense yet - a gesture like that becomes awkward af). I reluctantly reached for his hand and sat on his bed.
We kissed.
I have to admit, he was really good-looking, in spite of his age already showing from his looks. He was not a good kisser too or maybe because I was not a romantic partner. (I was like that too before, kissing a sex partner vs a romantic partner would have been different.) He then made his way down to my breasts. I saw he liked it and he took his time kissing both of my nipples.
He then worked his way down. Clearly, this guy is experienced. He knows the basics (and more). He reached my tummy and made small, tingly kisses. He then proceeded to my pussy area. But instead of going straight there, he kissed my inner thighs. Hmmm...I moaned and inadvertently arched my back. I can feel him deepening his kisses and going where it matters the most...
I anticipated.
Waited.
And then I felt it...His wet and experienced tongue searing through my hole like it had been made there all along. It felt so good. As I was slowly relaxing myself from his tongue 'torture', I then felt him move his body so that I could also do my magic.
Unlike some women I know, I love giving head. To the point of obsessing about how I can make it an awesome and unforgettable experience. It was not going to be easy for me though. D.G.'s cock is, like him, huge. It was how I imagined European cocks to be. So full and big.
I started from the tip of the head. I tried to match his tempo on him going down on me. I started to urgently nibble, lick, and kiss his cock...alternately stroking his shaft and kissing it with gusto. I could tell he was getting distracted too since he would stop what he was doing to me to moan...
Then I felt him move.
He was suddenly on top of me, raring to enter...he got his condom and soon after, he entered me.
And oh, was it f*cking painful. He really was huge and filled every inch of my hole. He asked if I was okay and I meekly replied for him to just go in slowly. Thankfully, he obliged.
He continued to pump on me and soon after I can his pumps getting more urgent and faster and as I was about to ask him if he's coming, he did...
Then, silence.
His entire weight on me and I almost had to push him back because I cannot carry his entire, post-sex weight.
He moved over to the side and I then stood up and got ready to shower anew. I thought to myself, this is clearly not one of those moments where cuddling is necessary.
I took my time in the shower and when I came back to his room, I could hear him snoring softly. I slowly and quietly climbed the bed and tried to sleep. I checked my phone and saw it was already half past 2am. I faced the opposite side of the bed. I then felt him moved towards me and hug me from behind. I just let him.
I did not plan on sleeping but I ended up doing so. I was woken up by D.G.'s hand on my pussy. Always game, I then let him know by my soft moan that I was already awake. I reached for his already hard cock. Getting so wet, I immediately went on top of him letting my pussy tease his swollen organ. He held on to me to steady himself. I assured him it was just teasing and I wouldn't slide it in --- not yet without the condom anyway.
But I guess he was still tired so he gently pulled me back and let me lay down again. He continuously teased my pussy using his fingers. He already knows which areas to touch. I soon find myself moaning and quite getting a bit loud, at that. I felt his fingers getting more intense and aggressive inside me, clearly wanting to make me cum. And then I felt him do something. He slid his fingers too in my asshole. He did it so smoothly and it felt so good that it took me a good five minutes or so to realize that he had both of my holes 'covered'. I incredulously looked at him upon realizing what he was doing and he asked if I wanted him to stop.
I was silent and did not reply. I guess he took that as a no.
D.G. was insatiable and did not stop until I came.
By 5am, I decided I will go home.
In spite of his ass-holish attitude, I would have to grudgingly agree that his finger in my asshole was truly an awesome experience.
★ Piper ★
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