Sexcapades- Episode 1A

Author: Audacity

Sexcapades – Epsiode 1A

The Real Life True Story Of Why You Should Never Turn Friends Into Lovers Or Lovers Into Friends

OR WHAT I JUST CALL

The Hottest Fucking Sex In The Fucking Universe Part 1 –

OR WHAT I ACTUALLY CALL

“Something that happened in my life”

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It’s an ever more widely considered and accepted theory that almost everyone is at least a little bit bisexual.

That it’s more of a sliding scale of straight than a set ratio. You know, just like it is with Autism, or some such shit.

But getting straight girls to beg you to lick their pussy, often times behind their boyfriend or husband’s back AND in conjunction with your own boyfriend or husband or side piece when the mood struck, using only your natural feminine power of seduction?

Well, that’s an entirely different pussycat animal altogether.

Well, that’s what I was going to write about here.

But then this first episode took a path of its own. Which my writing tends to do at times, refusing to yield to my will and simply demanding that my subconscious be allowed out for a vacation.

Despite my writing intentions when I began this first episode, it decided to go where it wanted. However, the following is where we ended up.

Cause I’m starting in a different spot I guess. I guess you could call it a “g” spot of sorts. As in a:

“godfuckingdammit why am I writing about one of the worst things I’ve ever done first before all the exaltation and sexual discovery and sheer and literal fucking joy- like my quest to sleep with a girl for the first time and how it ultimately ended up with me being seduced by a girl and her boyfriend was just there but I refused to fuck him cause I was there for her and so she didn’t fuck him either and she ended up kicking him out 😂; or
How I also ended up sleeping with every single one of my “straight” female friends, or
My first actual threesome, first orgy, first time sleeping with a trans person- instead of
Starting with heartbreaking love and ultra passionate love fucking and fucking betrayal first?” kind of g spot.

So why exactly am I starting with heartbreaking love, heartbreaking betrayal, and ultra hot fucking (breaking) first?

Because as I wrote above, I’m helpless to decide where the writing takes us, that’s why.

So buckle up, strap on some protection, and bust out your best orgasm inducing sex toys, or at the very least some kiehls lotion. Because here we fucking go.

Please find below, one of the true life tales personally selected for this encounter, by yours truly, from just one of many times I had some of the HOTTEST FUCKING SEX IN THE FUCKING UNIVERSE.

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I’ve always been attracted to who a person is above all other things.

Including more than whether they’re female or male…or whether they’re non binary; same with my transgender and queer peeps alike.

But by no means does any of that exclude physical, aesthetic attraction.

Cause I enjoy a good looking person as much as the next person does…especially if the next person is ugly as shit 😆.

And there was a time in my life when if I met someone who was both hot and cool, and that thing would happen- you know that thing, where you both seem to laugh at the same thing at the same time, have an easy breezy conversation while finding each other physically attractive, then inevitably one of you says something you both laugh at and when you look at each other you’re both still smiling while holding each other’s gazes just a hair too long before inevitably averting your gazes saying nothing.

Or that thing where you meet someone somewhere and you both hate the same things. That’s the BEST one actually.

Especially if you both agree that you hate everyone and are just counting the days till the apocalypse 😆.

And there’s also another facet of that same “thing” where it’s base and primitive attraction, like when it’s simply something about the way the other one smells and moves that just turns you on.

Or that THING where you just look at each other too long. I call it EYEFUCKING.= When you look too long for it to simply be a desire for friendship.

You may talk only briefly, compliment the other perhaps…yet when one or both of you does, you both are intently focusing on each other like no one else is around, even in a room of hundreds.

You know: That THING. You know it when it happens.

It’s a dance really. A dance you make without music.

And for me, when that “dance” thing would happen, the natural next step would be when one, or both of us would make their desire and intentions known; and if mutually in conjunction with the other, I’d give them half a chance to cum to a party in my panties, if they proved themselves worthy.

What’s “worthy” you ask? Well, I’ll tell you, then we’ll get to the actual reason you’re ACTUALLY reading this right now: The first selected retelling of just one from many incredible, mind bending, ultra hot fucking experiences that made my sex addiction so hard to recover from.

But first, time for another definition. And I promise, last one for now.

My own personal definition of what FUCKWORTHY meant to me once upon a time:

Self assured but not entitled, confident, maybe even a bit self centered with a touch or more of narcissism, but def. not an overtly arrogant prick that can’t back up their prickish claims, which is actually what makes you arrogant instead of just confident and self assured…and good at stuff 😆.

They also must be without even the slightest whiff of jealousy or unwarranted desperation, or an overtly jealous type of person. Or have dirty nails or bad teeth or cold sores. I abhor all three religiously.

They must be original and not someone who just copies someone else. Self deprecating and brutally honest about who they are while still being confident? LUV IT.

And direct, funny and sexy are huge turn ons for me. It’s ok if they’re just a little bit shy too, but a sarcastic smart ass for SURE is always someone I’d consider for worthiness.

But if talking strictly about a one night stand kind of worthiness, we’re talking above all else, high sex appeal, aesthetic attraction, humor and intelligence, and willing to have safe sex…and have GOOD TEETH , CLEAN NAILS and no COLD SORES. 😆

But physically speaking, I loved beautiful eyes that weren’t afraid to hold my gaze, eyes fully burning with lust for yours truly; soulful, sultry, passionate eyes that read “Give me half the chance, and I’m gonna give it everything I have in order to offer you the gift of multiple orgasms” we’re always very intoxicating to me. A gaze I used to use myself when meeting a gaze I wished to hold and communicate that sentiment too.

And I’ve always been a sucker for blondes and redheads. I’m just naturally very attracted to them. My current girlfriend is a beautiful strawberry blonde.

But if you don’t know what look in their eyes I’m describing, or what the “thing” is, you have my sympathies.

If you do know, you’re my people.

To be coveted, to be desired, to be eye fucked from across a room by a gorgeous stranger or a gorgeous someone you know, or a gorgeous someone you love and/or in a relationship with, or a gorgeous stranger who’s last name you’ll never know, or a beautiful forbidden someone you shouldn’t actually have- even when he’s balls deep in your wet pussy in a filthy disgusting club bathroom- at all is a true, heightened, spectacular dopamine high. One you can’t get without at least one of those covetous desires blooming into ultra hot fucking.

And for a sex addict, once you have it, you crave it over and over and over again.

Seeking it out to everyone’s detriment, even your own.

Until you get to a place where you’re completely powerless to turn it down. Even when you want to. Even when you don’t really feel attracted to them. Even if you are in a monogamous relationship with someone you actually care about or love and you’re betraying them.

BECAUSE

It’s the high you chase, not necessarily the person. Often times

It comes from the anticipation of taboo sex as much as the fucking itself.

That high from the feeling of being desired and coveted by someone forbidden, the riskier the better.

Or the taboo nature of it itself, also the riskier the better.

And to get that high, you’re willing to do riskier and riskier things.

Until not only do you have to push it further all the time to get the same high, you’ll do anything to get it.

And that’s what separates the merely highly sexually active person from the actual fucking sex addict. There is a distinction.

And that’s it.

What’s “risky” and “taboo” mean you ask?

The kind of fuck where we’d do it in a public place, and you would be an inappropriate partner.

I’d leave everything on and only bare my breasts through the front slit of my plunging v-neck dress, my long, thick naturally curly dark blonde hair all to one side curling around one of my exposed breasts, standing in heels on one leg, the other heeled foot and silky leg spread far open and propped up on the edge of the stall toilet, silk g-string panties merely pulled roughly to the side to expose my waxed smooth and neat and pink clitted dripping wet hot cunt to my choice show pony performing for that evenings entertainment, so as to give him full ecstasy access placement.

Placement for his thick, rock hard cock sticking out of the front of his pants with nothing else exposed. Just my tits. My beautiful pussy. And his rock hard beautiful dick; which was jumping and throbbing all on its own without even a whisper of a touch yet; so engorged was his desire to pound me to a stifled screaming orgasm he’d instinctually and initially be inclined to muffle…maybe with his rough, large hand, his palm firmly on my mouth, his fingers in my mouth, and forearm on my throat…as we began to fuck standing up, with my back against the stall wall.

See how that paragraph changes tenses halfway through? That’s because it’s not just my imagination talking now.

That’s a specific memory.

A memory I’m gripped so hard with, so precisely with right now, that I’m actually getting wet just thinking about and writing about this memory.

And I, well, I have to go there to the memory- I have no choice. It’s already here actually.

So I might as well go to the beginning of this encounter. Hope you’ll cum with me. 😏

>>>>>>> My heart was pounding as I heard him push into the one stalled toilet, just one inna long bank of one stall toilets, where I already stood.

And as he locked the door behind him, I closed my eyes for a second, and swallowed hard.

Then he said the following words that I’ll never forget:

“Please, please let me. Please my love. My beautiful girl (he’d always called me his beautiful girl. And when he’d say “girl” in his beautifully lilting accent, it always sounded like “gull“). I know. It’s ok. What else can we do? We can’t help it. Because it’s us. It’s ok. We tried, it’s no use.”

“So please, just let us.”

I couldn’t even look at him at first, cause I knew I’d cry. And I didn’t want to cry.

I wanted to fuck him.

I wanted our union.

I wanted him to see my tits and pussy.

I wanted him to feel them and every part of me. I wanted to feel him inside me again. Then feel him inside me again.

I wanted all of him. In all of my senses. To smell to taste to touch to FEEL him.

I wanted him to kiss me as only he could.

I wanted to fuck him thoroughly and properly, every which way as only I could.

To give him me. To give me him.

I wanted to drain him dry of every drop of cum in his body.

I wanted him to make me scream in ecstasy as only he could at that moment.

I wanted to come on his cock, his mouth, his hands and fingers, his arms, his legs, his COCK.

I wanted us to take possession of one another, and again, even if it was just for a fleeting encounter in a bathroom stall.

I wanted him to fuck me raw and leave me unable to walk for days.

I wanted him.

I always wanted him.

With nearly zero hesitation (it was hesitation that brought us to this moment after all) and staring straight ahead with him in my left side, I answered his plea by silently taking my breasts out through the plunging v neck of the dress I had on and put them on full and bare display for his hungry eyes to behold.

Then I proceeded with putting my right bare, silky, high heeled leg up on the edge of the toilet

AND

putting my hand up my own dress, and grasping my tiny black silk panties in my hand, I yanked them completely to the right side to allow my bare pussy to be completely accessible,

THEN

I lifted the hem of my tight black dress up past my hips and turned slightly to face him more…

…immediately exposing to him my open and eagerly waiting pussy and clit. That were already getting very warm, very fast, as I could feel my pulse there already.

I heard him draw a quick and somewhat dramatic, shallow breath.

And that’s when I looked.

My eyes went immediately to his crotch; just in time to see his dick, which possessed a startling and stiffening swiftness, dramatically starting to slightly wave and push out at me from inside the crotch of his ever tightening pants.

Then I met his eyes. I met the desire in his beautiful Icelandic blue eyes with the green fire of desire in my own.

Then suddenly he crossed from the door to me in two long shanked steps, and in just those two steps, he’d already unfastened the button and zipper on his pants, so that in reaching me with the second step, his beautiful cock was simultaneously pulled out free in front of me by his own hand.

And that was it. There was no going back at that moment.

The fucking was fucking on-

END OF PART 1