Stories | 2016

I was horrified, not because of the fact that a stranger's cock is slowly fucking me, but because he's moving so slow. I want more! Please! Please fuck me faster. I want you to fuck my pussy hard. I want to say so badly but there's still this small part in my head that says this is all wrong. That I shouldn't be getting wet from this and that I shouldn't want more. But then he starts to pick up the pace and his cock head roughly slams into my pussy and "Fuck!" I cry out in surprise from the pleasure.

Any time my husband and I take a road trip, the conversation always turns to sex. Once the kids fall asleep in the backseat, we talk about our sexual desires, likes, experiments we'd like to try, or will read stories to each other from Reddit. On our most recent trip, after doing all of the above, I came up with the idea of having a "sex jar". In this jar, we would write down different sexual acts or turn-ons and periodically draw from the jar. Whatever the jar says, goes.