**Disclaimer, no sex in this story, but it’s a good story regardless**

We head to the hotsprings, there are 9 of us at first but one couple decides to stay behind at the campsite. We get there, and it’s quite a hike for my lungs that are used to sea-level air. The sign says no nudity, and we’re pretty bummed about that but we wait for everyone to leave. Finally all the children and parents are gone and it’s just us and a couple drunkenly making out. There are two springs, and the lower one is empty so we go to that and get naked. Nothing is sexual about it, we’re just having fun and hanging out naked. We’re art school kids and we’re used to this sort of atmosphere. Art school is the most comfortable place in the world to me, since I can be exactly who I am and appreciated for it.

Less than a minute after we’re all naked and in a circle, suddenly there are about 12 random people from our school. Two I know kind of well, and the rest complete strangers. I just say , “Oh hey guys! Lemme just cover my tits,” as they pass on by. They’re shocked, and we’re shocked at why the hell they’re here, almost 2 hours out of the city proper. But we suddenly realize that we don’t care. We’re all comfortable in our bodies and it’s their problem if they want to judge. (I haven’t heard any rumors yet, but I’m pretty sure since we weren’t awkward about it, they weren’t either)

I’m shivering, but they refuse to leave until the last piece of wood crumbles into coal and ash. Finally people start to trickle away, and by this time I cannot feel my toes. You had brought me a blanket, but it didn’t really help. I can’t get warm even as we drag our inebriated selfs into your house. I am frozen, drunk and a little high, barely able to function. We climb into bed pants-less and lay in a stupor for a bit before you finally feel my toes. They make you call out in horror because of their frozenness, and suddenly you feel terribly sorry for me.

“Let me warm you,” you say as you climb on top of me. We curl into each other as tight as possible. After a little while, we realize that it’s not really doing much to help. You kiss me with your comforting, warm lips, and it sends waves of heat rushing down my spine, coming to mingle with the chills your fingers send as they traverse up my ribs. We build tension as the minutes flow by, rubbing and grinding, picking up speed and the warmth that comes with it. You love using foreplay to tease me, and I love it too. You apologize for the rush of cold air as you leave the cocoon of blankets to go grab a condom, but it’s okay. At this point, all I’m feeling is the need for you. I want you.

You come back, all suited up and take the time to build the pace back up. We kiss and rub our bodies together and your hand finds its way downward. You check to see if I’m ready, and I definitely am. As your finger slides out, you slide in and already it’s overwhelmingly good. Your timing is impeccable as you use shallow and hard thrusts perfectly in tandem, and the friction is driving me nuts. Your window is open, so I try to be quiet, but trying isn’t doing any good. If anyone is within 100 feet of me, there’s a great chance they’ll hear me. We get going faster and harder and I’m biting the sheets to keep from screaming. I start pulsating as an orgasm runs up my spine and around my body. This throws you over the edge and you join me in uncontrollable bliss. As we come down from our ecstasy, we start laughing.

The laughter crests and falls as we collapse in a pile of large exhales and inhales. We lay stationary, as we catch our breaths. All we can say is a whispered wow at each other. We kiss and smile and fall into the night together.

Taking things slowly with someone sucks, but I personally think you can’t have a completely solid relationship without doing it. Of course, everyone’s different, but I know that if I personally had sex with someone after just meeting them, I know it would be impossible to build a solid relationship after that. I think it’s important to be emotionally stable with the other person and find your connection without the physical aspect. And then you can introduce it. It will strengthen instead of hinder. Plus, I feel like the first few weeks of a relationship really set the tone for the entire relationship. If you introduce the physical too early, then it’s too much of just a purely physical relationship from then on.

Thus, when you really care about something it’s better to wait and take things slowly. But not too slowly or else you’ll explode! :) Anyways, I’m just ranting. College and cute boys are melting my brain.

I post mostly for myself. I post to gain comfortability with the unnamed beast that is my sexuality, both oppressed and exploited simultaneously in modern day society.

Sexuality between the terms prude and slutty is a fine line for females to walk, so most just keep that side hidden. But I feel that it is a huge part of me, and I want to let it show regardless of what people think. I am not someone who represses things because of other people’s unbending beliefs and inability to think abstractly.

I think that this blog is a healthy, and appropriate, way for me to release that sexual side of me. It started out for my now-ex boyfriend. We were long distance and it kept me from going sexually insane. Now, I just mostly post for myself, but I also post for my followers. I post for the males because it shows them that there are girls out there that can compete with them sexually. (And to give them material to masturbate to. Masturbating is extremely healthy and good for your body and psyche) I post for the females because I want more girls to realize that becoming comfortable with your sexuality and making it a part of you doesn’t make you a slut. It makes you human.

‘Slut’ is a relative term. I believe that a slut is someone who treats sex as a common thing with little to no importance, has no self control, doesn’t consider or care about the consequences of each sexual act, and isn’t smart about it.

In my opinion, the difference between being a sexual human being and being a slut/ player is all about how you treat sex. If you (overall) are safe, choose your partners carefully and treat each new experience as important, you are NOT a slut. I believe that you can have a plethora of partners and still not be a slut, depending on your self control, the situation, and how you treat each experience and person. (Of course, this applies to both genders.)

So, there you go Tumblr. Now you know why I do what I do. If I’m helping at least one of you with anything, this blog is worth it.

I’m completely focused, hunched over an intricate drawing due the next day. He knocks softly on my door. I’m completely immersed in my work, but manage to make a noise between a hum and a grunt. He comes in and I don’t even look up, I already know it’s him.

“Well, hey there miss focused,” he says in his tender, bass voice.

“Sorry,” I reply. “Due tomorrow, you understand.”

He comes over to me and brushes the hair from my hunched neck. “When I was here three hours ago you were still working.” His heavy hands move to my shoulders and start massaging gently.

“Yeah, and?”

“You need a break,” he says as he bends down and kisses the base of my neck. It sends chills down my entire body, and my pen pauses. My eyes automatically close as he kisses up my neck. His lips move to right under my ear, and he kisses there. He nibbles at my earlobe and whispers, “Come play with me.”

A smile can’t help but break out on my face, and I drop my pen. He swivels my chair around and kisses me hard. I slide my hands to the base of his neck and into his hair. I pull him in close and his hands rub their way to my breasts. He kneels as he slips his hands down the front of my dress and cups my breasts, bringing them out into the open. His lips leave mine, but only to connect with my right nipple seconds later. Flicking it with his tongue, he makes it hard and it turns me on. I feel a warmth flowing from his tongue all the way down to my clit.

He switches to the other nipple, and I can feel my underwear getting sticky with wetness. His hands leave my breasts and he slowly feels up my legs, bringing the hem of my dress with him. In one quick motion, he rips my underwear down to my ankles and I step out of it. His hands reach around to my ass as he smiled mischievously at me. I bite my lip, but a smile sneaks through it anyway.

He slides my butt forward and spreads my legs wide. He kisses up my legs and it seems like an eternity before he finally reaches my throbbing clit. He takes one big lick down my entire pussy with his tongue, and flicks my clit with the end of his tongue. He sucks hard at my clit and rubs it with his lips as he pulls away slightly. He dives right back in and I’m already wriggling at this point. He starts making little circles with the tip of his tongue, but then starts rocking his tongue forward and back, forward and back.

Tension inside my entire body starts building up and he can feel it. My thighs start to clench as it gets to the point where I feel like I’m going to explode. I grab his head tangle my fingers in his hair and hold him there. He knows that it’s my queue that I’m about to burst. He slips one finger inside me and it throws me over the edge. I hold tight as I writhe and wriggle on his tongue and finger. I can’t hold back my moans (almost screams) as the tensions bursts, and I don’t care who hears me. He’s completely enjoying having me within the will of his tongue.

Eventually things slow down and I can breathe again. I sigh a deep sigh of content and untangle my fingers from his hair. He grins at me again as he wipes off his lips. I smile back and pull him up to my face, kissing him deeply and rewarding him for a job well done.

I had some of the best oral in my life on this table at my work. Now every time I pass it, I get horny. And seeing people work on it makes me giggle.

Our cuddle playlist starts. The Shins and Sigur Ros and Panda Bear and Fleet Foxes and all the sweet, calming music that sends us to a good place. We’re calm, tranquil. Meditating it seems. But instead of alone with my legs in a pretzel, they are tangled up in your pretty limbs. We hold our heads in perfect harmony, connected at the brow. Passionately, our lips touch ever so slightly. They brush, connect and then open. Our tongues dance a waltz being scripted as we kiss.

Your hand delicately moves down over my bra-less breasts and under my shirt. You slowly pull it up as you trace my center with your index finger. The shirt comes off and you take a moment to take me in. Your index finger is back on my center, but this time tracing circles and infinity symbols. Our lips meet again and the index finger moves downward.

You dip it shallowly in my entrance, just to get your finger moist. It moves through my lips and up to my already hardened clitoris. You do the same thing on my clit as you did on my abs, sleepy slow circles and infinity symbols, but much, much smaller and gentler.

Eventually your hand retracts and you pull my pants off. You meander down, kissing wet kisses on my skin as you go. You reach my vagina and you separate my lips with your thumbs. You suck gently on my clit and then use your tongue just like your index finger. It’s slow and wet and passionate and perfect. As “New Slang” by The Shins climaxes, so do I. I climax long and slow, the theme of the entire night. It’s not “oh my god oh my god” but more “ahhhhhhhhhhhh” and it is exactly what I need. My heart is filled from love in it.

Wine Wednesday, we’ll be super silly. I’ll put on my thigh highs and my outfit will start out put together and classy. The more drunk I become, the less clothes I’ll have on until I’ll be about where this girl is. I’m a giggly drunk, so I’ll be giggling as the underwear slips off and so does the dress. My kisses will be sloppy and most likely I’ll miss your mouth, but it will be funny and we’ll laugh. We’ll be joyously drunk, and I’ll be in my bra (which will be askew most likely) and thigh highs as you sex me up. It will be a long, wonderful night of wine drunk sex and we’ll fall asleep together in a drunk, post-orgasm, sleepy-love-intoxication wherever we end up, be it the floor or the couch or even the bathtub if we’re just that drunk.

Here’s what I want you to do to me tonight:

Grab me from behind. Drag your lusting hands all over my front. Breathe your hot breathe onto my neck and into my ear. I can hear your breath get faster as you get more excited. I can feel your penis getting harder and pressing into my back as you rub my breasts. Slide your hands down my front and under my dress, then up my skin. Slide your right hand to my left breast and your left hand to my underwear. Rip them off and shove me down, to the angle of your choice. Hold me down and tease me, touching my lips with your head. Barely enter, and with shallow thrusts, slowly rock into me, getting me wetter and wetter with each shallow thrust. Slide easier and thrust a little deeper, but not all the way yet. Slow and deep, slow and deep until you can’t take it anymore and have to put yourself all the way inside of me. Grab my hips and thrust yourself all the way in. With your hands grasping my hipbones and pulling me back, gain momentum, faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper until it just feels too good. Pull out right before you explode and burst a gooey white river all down my ass crack and all the way up my spine.

HOT DAMN I want to fuck tonightttttttttttttt.

My libido literally is lethal. One day, I’m going to die from it and my tombstone will read, “Here lies ****, she died from not getting any.”

I’m never doing long distance again. Ever.

Look, I know you’re a gentleman. I appreciate the respect, I do. But just once I want you to lose control. I want you to want it so badly that you lose that gentleness, and just fucking throw me down. Don’t ask for permission, just do it. Rip off my clothes. Take me however you want me, do what you will. Just do whatever the fuck you want to me, I promise I’ll go along with it and love it too.

“You have a white stain on that black shirt…”
“Oh, umm…it’s toothpaste.”