Oral reflections

There were some oral sessions she remembered. One in particular, way back, when she was living in a dorm. He was an economics student three years her senior.

He desired her.

That was her first time experiencing sexual desire coming from a man who wasn’t a stupid teenager with crude language about tampons fucking pussies. He even told her what to expect before he started.

“I’ll do it for as long as it takes”, he said as she lay there splayed, watching his blond head disappear between her legs.

This never happened to her before. An oral session, born out of desire, and performed, willingly, to completion. It was her first orgasm delivered by a man, not achieved by her own hand, or the stream of a tap in a bathtub. Continue reading “Oral reflections”

Demeaning dorm sex

The knock on her dorm room door was loud and pronounced. She didn’t recognize it…her girlfriends usually knocked quieter, more demurely. As if they expected to interrupt her studies. Or something else.

She opened the door and saw Tom standing there. Tom from first year, who lived in the adjacent hallway down from her room. They were both sophomores now, and he, like her, was still staying in the dorm despite many of their friends having moved off campus.

“You gonna let me in?” he demanded in a deep, raspy voice. Continue reading “Demeaning dorm sex”