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Here we are! Story #5!
This story is about the time I got some top tier premium D after my nephew’s first birthday party! It’s sweet, sexy, and kinda funny LOL I had been texting my dude the whole time because he was on a road trip and we had been going back and forth about whether or not he was gonna come see me. The final answer I had received was a no. So I left the party late and went home to shower and sleep. I was texting him and letting him know I’m sleepy, but I can call him if he needs someone to stay up with him while he’s driving. He called me a few minutes later and told me he made a detour to Dayton. I got so nervous!! I love that feeling, though. I was so nervous that I watched him drive right past my apartment LOL It was his first time coming to my place. Fast forward past the initial greetings. He sat on my bed and I was naked in an open robe like an old man. He pulled me to him and told me a couple of times that my body was beautiful. We kissed...for a while. And then we held each other...for another while. I could’ve held on a lot longer, but he was like can I taste your pussy. And who tf says no to that?! So I laid back on my bed and he kissed me again and then he kissed down my body. I told him that I missed him as he was kissing me, because he left no stone unturned. That was unlike my experiences with the other 3 guys. So he was down there doing his thing and I just kept dying and going to heaven. I mean his whole face was working on my behalf. Then he told me to turn around and I had no idea what was about to happen LOL and then I felt him enter my body and I saw the gates again. I think the surprise of him entering me, the fact that it had been almost a year since I had sex, and the fact that it was him, just made the moment that much more pleasing. So we’re fucking and he goes “I’m about to cum” and I said “NOOO you can’t!” so he paused mid-stroke and just looked at me. So I explained “I lost my birth control pills 3 days ago, so don’t cum” he looked at me weird and asked “How did you lose your birth control” I told him the story of what happened and I guess that bought him some more time because he kept going and I didn’t get pregnant. There was an intermission and I felt how weak my legs were 😩 my whole body kinda felt weak but my legs were the worst. We shared some intimate moments. Here’s where I learned that sex is hazardous. He asked me if I wanted to choose what to do next or if I wanted him to choose it. He wanted me to get on top. I had never done that, so I was terrified. There was no going slow, I’m heavy LOL so I was nervous about taking it all in at once. After some maneuvering, I felt the tip begin to enter and I freaked out a little. I went to raise myself up and almost fell backwards off the bed into my TV. He grabbed me so nothing bad happened. It was a big no LOL. He was determined to continue my pleasure, so we kept going despite my fear. He got real creative and my body began to shut down. He was preparing to shower and I was trying to stay awake. I failed because the next thing I know, he was asking where to find lotion. I missed the whole shower. We hugged and kissed goodbye. I watched him drive off like a weirdo in a sad movie and then I went to sleep. The end! That’s 5 out of 5! Thanks for reading. Wonder what I should do next?
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Heyyyy! Welcome back to story time! Today’s story is not nearly as hot as yesterday’s. Still good, though.
This story takes us back to September of 2017. I met a man most of my friends know as The Bus Driver. So I’m not really attracted to people that I don’t know. I usually become attracted after I know you, if that makes sense. This guy was different. I got on the bus and was STARING!!! I sat down as usual and when I got off, he told me to have a good day. The next day it was the same. It probably took me a week to work up the nerve to say more than “good morning” and “thanks, you too”. I started coming up to the front of the bus a little before my stop, pretending I couldn’t see LOL! How stupid? I have no game! Anyway, he started asking me about myself. I’m always a little nervous to tell men what my job is because of 2 things: the naughty school teacher reference and the oh you must play all day comments. I DON’T HAVE TIME for the stupidity. I told him I was a teacher and he asked me about my students. Five points for him for not saying anything stupid. He became interested in one of my students who had some behavioral issues, we’ll call him Tim. It became the thing that started our conversations. We were talking every morning for about 15 minutes. About a month in, the topic of our ages came up. I can’t remember if I told him first or if he told me, but we were SHOCKED! I was 25 and he was 46!!!! I knew he was older, but I thought he was around 32. Things got awkward for a little while. We didn’t talk much for a day or two. After our little break, it’s like it never happened. We were right back to being us again. How’s this for an interesting fact: I knew his age before I knew his name. When I asked him his name, he was hesitant to tell me. So when he finally did, I didn’t believe him. That is why I call him Bus Driver. I know that he is a bus driver in real life. I never needed to know anymore than that anyway. I had a one track mind. Slowly the conversations became covertly sexual. He was feeling me out, seeing what he could get away with. I was a little shy on the draw because I was in a complicated situation with situationship guy. But Bus Driver did not give up easily. I warned him that I would be gone for a few days in Vegas. Turns out the day I left was his birthday. Upon my return, I was greeted with comments about abandoning Tim for a turn up LOL things went back to normal and I was beginning to wonder if we were ever going to make it off this bus. He seemed to be interested in what I was interested in so why wasn’t anything happening? A Jhene Aiko line comes to mind when I think of him “we make love and then we fuck and then you give me my space” That’s what I was on with him. So now it’s December and it was time to go for a while. Christmas Break. He was like “I gotta make sure [Tim] has a good day on the last day of school”. I was like “Well I’m gonna be gone til January, so I guess you’ll have to wait til then”. He said “I can’t wait that long. What’s your number?” I said “How are you going to remember it?” “He said “just tell me your number and I’ll remember”. About 20 minutes later, I got a text message that said “You better be nice to [Tim] today”. I smiled so big. And that is how I ended up with my 4th body LOL Welcome back to Story Time!
Today’s story is super spicy! Do not continue if you don’t want to hear a sex story...Go away! It’s important to know, that the first 4 times I had sex were totally unplanned. This is time #3. We’ll call the guy Bryan. My apartment was a turn up spot until about 2017. I moved here in 2015. My friends would come over and we’d drink, get dressed, and go out. Well on this particular night, we didn’t make it out. Well, Bryan and I didn’t make it out. There were about 6 of us at my place drinking. Everybody was super wasted. We played drinking games and even had to make another liquor store run. We were chasing each other around with a big wooden paddle. I don’t even know where it came from!! If you’ve been in my place, you know it isn’t that big. Somehow we made it work. So Bryan and I were a little awkward that night. We had been “friends” for a while and had just slept together for the first time a few months prior...that's an interesting story too LOL I remember we were all in my roommates room and everybody was talking about how we need to get the uber so we can go. For some reason, I wasn’t even moving to get dressed. Everybody cleared my roommate’s room, except for me and Bryan. He walked over to me and told me he could tell I didn’t have any panties on. I was openly denying it, but it was true. I had on a long flowy skirt. He pushed me down and stuck his hand up my skirt. I was stunned!!! He’s always been such a gentleman, so I was taken aback. Then he walked out of the room. I went to my room to try to breathe a little. Then I went to get him and locked my door. At first someone knocked, but then they stopped. We fucked on my floor. And something really awkward happened. At this point, I had only had sex two times before this. I still had a lot to learn. Well, this experience was the learning kind. I kept asking Bryan to go deeper, harder, but...he couldn’t. All I knew in the moment was that something needed to be reached that wasn’t being reached and I was trying to get him to reach it and...it was a no. Anyway, when we were “done” I went to sleep and he went to the living room. Everyone else was gone. Three down, two to go! Stay tuned! Ok so we’re back for Story Time! This is another school story. I’m not going to lie, I thought about mixing the stories up to try to get one that’s a little more spicy, but I guess we’re just going to get spicier as we go.
Today’s story is the Tale of the Great Santa Claus Debate. I tell this story often, because it still blows my mind. The year was 2015. It was December. I was a first year teacher at my school and I had the best class ever!!! No lie guys, 2015 was a great year for your girl. My favorite story of all time took place in this year, as well. LOL I’m not going to retell it, but you can find it here. Anyway, I had to use the bathroom so I called to see if anyone was available to watch my kids for a minute. I turned on these color word songs for the kids to sing and dance to while I took a potty break. It was a standard routine- I gotta pee, call someone to cover, busy the kids, come back and continue the lesson. Nothing can go wrong from a simple routine potty break, right? WRONG! I came back and couldn’t believe my eyes. My class was split down the middle. A group on one side and a group on the other with the poor teacher- who was new- standing at the front of the room with panic in her eyes. Before I could ask her what happened, the kids started yelling. I was about to stop them, but a kid said “Santa is real, he brings me presents!” More arguing ensued. The groups of kids started yelling back and forth across the room. It was actually a thing of beauty. While they were still going, I asked the teacher how they ended up like this. She said the color song for “black” said something about Santa’s black boots and the rest is history. At this time, my school was mostly Turkish. A lot of the Turkish families do not celebrate Christmas and do not believe in Santa Claus. My class at this time was ⅓ Turkish, ⅓ White, and ⅓ black and hispanic. I returned my attention to the students just in time to hear one of my favorite students utter something I will never forget, “Santa isn’t even fat. He’s a skinny guy that puts a pillow in his shirt and takes pictures with kids at the mall.” I had to shut it down. Students were looking at me. I said Santa comes to your house if you believe he does. End of Discussion. I tried to get them to settle back down, but my mind was still stuck on what just happened. The level of skills I witnessed was astonishing. Presenting arguments, presenting rebuttals, conversational turn taking...from 5 year olds!!!! I am scarred, though. Anytime Santa Claus is mentioned in my room, I shut it down right away. Santa comes to your house if you believe he will. The end! Two stories down, three stories to go! If you missed yesterday's story, you can read it here. Hey yall! Idk about you, but this thing that’s happening is screwing with my anxiety. Yall know I’m a homebody. Staying home isn’t the problem. It’s the reason we have to stay home that’s eating at me. Also, knowing that loved ones are still having to go to work or making the choice to leave their house.
Anyway, I wrote a list of five stories that I will eventually tell. I cut them apart and balled them up. This is what I chose first: The most awkward parent teacher conference I’ve had thus far. Parent-teacher conferences are always a little awkward because in most cases, I don’t know the relationship between the parents. Oftentimes, I don’t find out until conference time. If two parents are listed in our database, then I send conference confirmations to both parents. Well in this story, only one parent was listed. So I had one copy of test scores, one parent listed on the sign in sheet, one set of take home resources, you get it. As I walked out the parents before this conference, I could feel tension in the air. I looked around for one parent, and saw THREE people out in the hall and everybody was pissed. Nobody said anything. I said the student’s name and they all stood up. I thought, “Oh shit”. A man and two women entered the room and we didn’t get very far before things got weird. The woman I knew was the kids mom turned to the man and said “she can wait in the hall” I looked up at everybody and said “I’ll be at the back table when you’re ready”. They whispered back and forth to each other and then the mom and the man, presumably dad, came to the back table. Mom was shooting daggers at Dad with her eyes and breathing audibly. As I said before, I was only prepared for one parent, so they had to scoot close together to see everything I had prepared. I was in the middle of explaining test scores when I was interrupted by Mom. “You really had to bring her? She could’ve stayed in the car.” Dad didn’t respond right away, but I still didn’t say anything because Mom was still looking at him. Dad goes, “She’s my girlfriend, she can be here too” Mom says “Girlfriend? *eyeroll* Ok.” They both looked at the paper so I continued. Then Mom starts laughing. I stop again to see if she’s going to do or say anything else, but she tells me to keep going. I’m explaining to them what I’d like to see happen in the next quarter and what they can do to support their son and then they start fighting over the paper. I grabbed it and told them I’d go make another copy- which I intended to do at the end of the conference to save time. When I come back, they’re not saying anything and they’re turned away from one another. I give them each their copy and continue to explain what they can do to help. As I’m gathering everything for each of them, they both thank me and compliment me. It just seems like they’re both trying to outdo each other. They take their papers and leave. That was the longest ten minute conference ever. And then later that night, Mom messaged me and apologized. She said she was completely blindsighted at some woman she’d never met showing up to her son's conference. WOW! One story down, four left to go! |
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