Today's my birthday, so here's a story about birthday sex. (written by F for M) | 2016

It’s my birthday, and we both know what that means. I’m wearing my favorite black dress. It’s snug, of course, hugging my curving breasts, waist, and hips. It hits just above the middle of my thigh and rides up when I walk, so I’m constantly tugging it down. Occasionally you grin at me and tug it back up, revealing more of my long legs. The top of the dress is the best part: it’s a scoop neck, but it has a triangular slit in the middle, showing off my breasts. Not that I could hide them, anyway.

I’m not wearing jewelry and I wore flats so that I’m still shorter than you, which is what you prefer. My hair is down and straight, just reaching my shoulders. You brushed the right side behind my ear and trailed your hand down my neck, shoulder, and arm, sending a tingling sensation down ahead of your fingers. I expect them to stop in my fingertips, but instead they jump to my stomach and keep moving down. I close my eyes.

We’re not bothering with a restaurant. You picked me up at 7:30 and held your car door open for me. You’re wearing that suit I love. It fits you so well, as if it was tailored perfectly to your tall, runner’s body, but I know you got it at Goodwill because you’re cheap. I’m not complaining, though. You’re wearing a royal blue button down shirt—another favorite of mine. The blue looks so great with your eyes, and blue is my favorite color anyway.

The radio is playing music softly, so that I can’t make out what’s on. It doesn’t matter. We drive around the block and you pull back into my driveway. Again, you hold the car door open for me and I smile a closed-lip smile at you, my eyes dancing and my heart melting at your chivalry. You lightly grasp my elbow as we walk up the porch steps, being ever-so-gentle and sweet, pulling the front door open for me and ushering me back inside.

You shut the door softly, then turn and stare at me for a moment. Your eyes tell me everything. I can feel your love and devotion, but your lust and hunger is matching mine. Moving at the same time, we crash into each other, our lips finally meeting for the first time tonight.

You don’t waste any time. Lifting me up, you start to carry me up the stairs. My legs are wrapped around your waist, my hips pushing down on yours. I can feel your erection and I know that I’ve never wanted you more. You pause halfway up the stairs to push me against the wall. You thrust, good and hard, several times while kissing me with enough force to make me hit my head against the wall. I don’t mind. My arms are tight around your neck, my hands sliding around your head, pulling your face closer to mine, fingers knotting in your hair. I tighten my thighs in order to push myself up away from you. I take a deep breath, but my breasts are now close to your mouth and you attack them, kissing, licking, sucking, and nibbling, so my deep breath turns into a breathless moan.

I can feel you grin into my chest when you hear me. I unwrap my legs and stand on the stair with you. I kiss you again, not being able to stay away from your soft, thin lips. When I pull away I turn around completely and rub my ass on your crotch. You grab my hips firmly and pull me even closer to your throbbing erection. After a few glorious seconds of this, I grab your hands and try to run up the stairs.

Instead, you slide your hands up and grab my breasts, massaging them forcefully. Your lips find my neck, your hot, heavy breath is right in my ear and my eyes are closing. I’m so dizzy from all of these sensations you’re forcing on me that I have to fall back on you. You push me back up and help me walk up the rest of the stairs, never adjusting your body’s tantalizing position against mine.

Before we even get to my bedroom door, your hands are under the bottom of my dress, trying to push it up. I start to unzip it from the top, planning to meet your hands in the middle of my back. You get distracted, though, because I’m not wearing any underwear. Your hands rub around my smooth ass, just feeling it, committing it to the memory in your palms. Eventually you remember what you were doing and finish taking my dress off, sliding it up over my head and throwing it onto my floor somewhere.

You’re taking your jacket and belt off simultaneously somehow when I turn around, wearing only my plain black bra. I help you loosen your tie and pull it over your head and then over mine. You slip out of your pants and begin unbuttoning your shirt. I refuse to wait any longer and rip it open, sending a couple buttons flying. I know you’ll be mad about that later, but neither of us are thinking about that right now.

Our lips meet again as I pull your boxers down. Your cock springs up, and I flinch as I always do—no matter how many times I do that exact same thing, I will never get used to your cock being so excited to greet me.

You’ve taken your undershirt off and are now working on my bra. Before you can put your sweet, warm mouth on my eager nipples, I drop to my knees and take your whole cock in my mouth. I don’t have time for my usual teasing foreplay tonight, not with what I have planned for you. You moan at the sudden shock of warmth and your hands immediately find the back of my head, guiding my bobs in a non-forceful way.

While I’m moving back and forth over your cock, licking and sucking and almost choking, you’re rubbing your fingertips in small circles over my hair, which is driving me crazy. I put it off as long as I can, trying to give you the best blow job I’ve ever given you, but I’m so close to orgasming just from the situation that I need to feel you inside of me. I stand up and lay down on the bed, my crotch right on the edge, and spread my legs for you.

Instead of entering me right away like I’m begging you to, you pull me up by your tie and kiss me. Your hand starts on my cheek, then traces my jaw line and slips down onto my neck, a single finger tracing a path of fire and shivers down to my collar bone. You flatten your whole hand against the top of my chest, teasing me by not moving. I’m moaning into your mouth, panting, begging you to do something to me, anything.

Your hand glides softly, slowly over my breast, pausing only slightly to squeeze my nipple. Your fingertips graze my belly, tickling me. Finally, you pass my belly button, but then you drop both hands onto my thighs.

After way too many seconds, you push my thighs open wide and dive down into my shaved lips. You make out with my vagina, your tongue probing and sliding around, finding my clit and flicking it. Again, I can only stand your warm tongue and heavy breath and hands exploring the rest of my body. I pull you up, grab ahold of your cock and position the head just outside of my opening. You can feel the heat radiating from my vagina, and suddenly you’re done with foreplay too.

You thrust into me, hard and fast, filling me completely. You exhale loudly and wait a few seconds so I can adjust to you being inside of me. I’m already well adjusted, but I’m enjoying feeling every inch of you that I let you stand there. But soon my legs are wrapped around you again and you’re thrusting into me as hard and as fast as you can.

I’m loving every second of this. I’m moaning, panting, barely stopping myself from screaming. My hands won’t stop moving over your body. I can’t pick my favorite place. They’re on your chest, tangled in your hair, on your hips, pulling you deeper into me, on your perfect biceps, on your jaw.

Every thrust is ecstasy and it’s not long before I feel my body thanking both of us for this beautiful act by providing me with the most bliss I’ve ever felt. The warmth starts from where the tip of your penis is touching the back wall of my vagina and it spreads, tingling, through my legs, stomach, and chest. My vagina is contracting, twitching around your cock and you moan. I whisper your name, my chest heaving.

Your eyes connect with mine and I smile at you as you push into me one last time. This time, your warmth starts somewhere deep inside you and flows into my body as you fall gently onto me. My arms wrap around your back as you whisper “Happy birthday, to both of us.”