True Sex Stories: The Last Time

Who has sex in beds anymore? No matter where you take your guests, they always like the kitchen best.

Yesterday I thought about the last time I had sex in bed. It has been a long time, I like sex everywhere else, and the bed rarely gets used except for sleeping. The last time was in March, and I think my lover was more interested in falling asleep in my big bed with all the comfy pillows, soft comforter, and my warm soft curvy body, than the actual type or amount of sex we were about to have there. I rode him, ground onto him, my hands supported on the wall above his head as my ass and cunt worked his cock, my juicy breast flying into his face as I bounced on top of him. Working him, drawing his white hot into me. The fuck was the dynamic prelude, the time together in bed after; sleeping, being together was the overture.

I like to have sex everywhere else in my apartment. My favorite is the kitchen. The last time it happened I was standing at the sink, just home from a run, sweaty, in my sports bra, tight work-out pants, my hands dipping in and out of the hot soapy dish water; you came up from behind, your large hands cupping my breasts which were already aroused from jiggling during my run. My ass automatically juts out to meet your cock when your hands wrap around my body. You pinch my nipples , which are already erect, so hard I get a bit weak in the knees, letting out a small panty moan. My eyes focused on the couple standing on their balcony across the street, wondering if they can see us.

You begin to lower my pants, still stuck to my skin with sweat and moisture, peeling them away from my ass down to the floor. Kneeling, your fingers slip into my folds. Stepping out of my pants, I spread my legs to fully accept you tokens of affection. Getting wet with your touch, you squeeze and part my ass and dive in, your nose between my ass, your tongue lapping at my pussy. Still wondering what the people across the street are seeing. My eyes close in pleasure at your mouth devouring. Big sigh and groan, tongue and fingers bring me to come. You rise, grabbing my ass and hips, as you grasp around your shaft, rubbing around the outside of my pussy. Teasing me, making beg for it. Finally you plunge, deep, stabbing into me. I let out a pain pleasure howl and you begin to fuck me hard. Your hand wrapping around my shoulder and my neck, pulling me into you cock thrust. We fuck and fit so well. My hands holding the sink to try to sustain my stance as you drive your beam deeper and deeper with each fuck thrust. My feet lift off the ground, being supported by your thighs. Your cock so hard, I can tell you are about to cum, lowering me back to the floor, you slow your cadence, submerging in and out slowly, your hand locked around my neck. When you pull out I turn my head to watch you stroke your cum out. I love watching you cum, I love seeing your cock covered in my juice, the lubricant you use fuck yourself with. With one hand moving along your beam the other gripping my roundness, you are so close, rigid, low growl and then your cum streaks across my ass in hot splat.

I love cooking it up in the kitchen.

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