I haven't been able to please my boyfriend's sexual desires in a very long time. We have had an amazing relationship for years, but I really wanted to spice up our sex lives. I feel like I can't please him enough with our busy work schedules. I work days and he works nights so it's hard to have our time together for an evening of fun.nnToday at work I was feeling quite horny as usual. I wanted to plan an evening of something new. Late in the day, I got an amazing idea to surprise my boyfriend with something new.nnAfter work, I decided to go to a porn shop to just browse around and get different ideas. I have only been to a porn shop with Tim, so it was my first time going alone. It was exciting and at the same time, I could feel men stare me down as I walked up and down the isles curiously.nnI looked at the usual items that Tim and I would look for such as sexy lingerie and new porn DVD's. Today I was in the mood to try something completely different on him. I started browsing all the toy novelties. All I could think about as I was looking for a new toy was how beautiful Tim's ass is. Lately we have been into something new- which is 69ing while we both lick each others asses. I never explored this with another man so the thought of it turns me on so much. While we were having sex a couple of weeks ago, I lubed up his ass with my saliva and inserted my finger in his ass to see his reaction. I never heard Tim moan so loud in my life. I thought for sure that we woke up my roommate.nnAs that thought crossed my mind, I wanted to really get his full hard attention.

She took a fistful of my hair and she pulled my head backward, toward her, until my back was arched and my face was touching hers. Still standing behind me on the dance floor, she brushed her lips on the tender skin of my cheeks, up to my right ear, and whispered: "I think you are in trouble, girl."nnI could not see her clearly, and I did not dare turn my head, but I knew exactly who had grabbed me so firmly and would not let me go. I had spotted her right away, the minute I entered this all-dyke Halloween party. How could I have missed her? There were still a few tables left, but she was just standing there, tall and fierce, in full Halloween butch attire. Only, it did not look like a costume on her. Tonight, she was the knight, dressed in leather and metal, and from her looks, one could tell she was prepared to face the dragon. Or the slutty damsel.nnFeeling whorish in my saloon girl costume, I was there, dancing, showing off, revealing half of my tits, the tender skin between the upper band of my fishnet stockings and the seam of my underskirt, which I had rolled up and clipped up each thigh until it barely hid my crotch. The corset that was cinching my waist was putting all the attention on my pulled out buttocks and my pushed up breasts. My outfit made me look like an old fashion whore and made me move and dance like a genuine slut.nnShe had spotted me too; I knew it from the look on her face. She just stared at me calmly, confidently, as if she knew from the start that she would get me in her bed tonight. Her features remained undecipherable, but I could see her eyes following me as I moved about the room, going to the bar and coming back with a drink, getting up and jumping on the dance floor. All along the way, I knew there were greedy, butchy eyes studying me.nnMy friends did not feel like dancing, so I joined the wiggling lesbian crowd all by myself. Alone with a hundred of sexy dykes moving to the same beat, I could feel the sexual surge all around me, the collective desires of dozens of horny women, and the deep thrust of techno music into my willing body. Strong rhythms arouse me, and I feel as if I could make out right there on the spot if I met my match on the dance floor.nnI knew she was watching.

Chapter 3: My First Blow-JobnnJust over two weeks after Patrick had eaten my pussy for the first time I gave my first ever blow-job. It was a Friday night and it was at my friend, Nicki's, 18th birthday party.nnThe guy in question was called Stevie; he was the older brother of one of Nicki's other friends. The reason I was with him was because Patrick and I had had a row over something pretty inconsequential a few days before and, at the last minute, he decided he wasn't going. Stevie was, I admit, very good looking and when he started chatting me up, I decided I wasn't going to turn down the advances of one of the fittest guys there (yes, I am that shallow).nnAs the evening went on, I (of course) had had a few drinks and was a little bit giddy. I'd been dancing with Stevie most of the night and I'd taken every opportunity to rub myself against him, discovering, not surprisingly, that he was more than mildly interested. Stevie wasn't shy in coming forward either and he never missed a chance to feel my tits or caress my arse. There again, the fact that we spent a fair bit of time with our tongues down each other's throats was also a bit of a give away.nnAt some point he decided we might want to see if we could find somewhere a little more private. I readily agreed although it soon transpired that there wasn't a free room in the house, although not before I'd discreetly investigated the noises coming (or should that be cumming?) from behind Nicki's bedroom door. I'd pretty much expected her boyfriend, Craig to be there, I hadn't counted on the other guy (who's name I didn't know and now can't remember) being there as well. There again, I shouldn't have been too surprised; Nicki's never had a problem when it comes to pulling. I have to say, the brief glimpse of my one of best friends being 'spit-roasted' was a huge turn on.nnAnyway, as it turned out, neither Stevie nor I had any condoms and I wasn't on the pill so he wasn't going to be stealing my somewhat dubious virtue. With that in mind, we decided to go for a walk.nnAt the time, Nicki lived in North Berwick (if you get the train into Edinburgh from East Lothian, you've probably seen her on numerous occasions as part of the gaggle of our fellow pupils who use that train every day to get to and from School) and her house was pretty close to the shore. Stevie and I walked along the shore for about 15 minutes before we came to a suitably secluded spot.nnWe sat down on a bench and started snogging again, becoming ever more heated as time passed (which was just as well as it was early March and still pretty cold.

Jake reached for his alarm clock, knocking empty beer cans and bags of chips onto the ground. He picked up the clock frantically trying to shut it off. It was 4:30 in the morning. I must have accidentally set this thing for the wrong time, he thought. Resigning to his lack of patience for the beeping of the alarm and his lack of coordination to turn it off, he picked the clock up and threw it at the wall. The fate of the clock was determined by the cease of sound. Good, thought Jake. No more fucking noise.nnJake had fallen into a broken bachelor's routine. He rarely saw his friends, rarely went outside. His tour had finished a few weeks ago and since, he'd been inside his house, eating crap from bags and watching bad television. He hadn't bothered with personal grooming – who was there to impress? He lived like a slob; he was behaving uncharacteristically. Even worse, he'd lost his motivation to pick up his guitar and write music. It was incredibly depressing.nnThe pounding on the door was relentless. Didn't I break my alarm already? Jake rubbed his eyes, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. His curtains were pulled tightly together, making his room as dark as a cave, so Jake was quite surprised when he opened his bedroom door and sunlight poured into the room. He staggered over to the front door and opened it, not bothering to ask who it was.