Ugh! Sex for a single girl can be frustrating. Sexual encounters have become all too risky. As a single woman, there are plenty of opportunities for encounters, but one has to be choosy to be safe. You need to actually know the guy and know about the guy and his sexual habits before you can partake in sexual pleasure. And getting that sort of information takes time. You can’t blurt out, “Hey, I want to fuck you. But before we do the nasty, I need to know if you have multiple sexual partners at this time, and if you have “x” number of sexually transmitted diseases. Oh! And do you have hepatitis B, C or HIV?” That is rather unromantic and awkward.

Still, you really do want the most recent medical work-up,. The odds are that asking won’t yield what you want to know anyway. Needless to say, I haven’t quite mastered the art of delving into such personal but necessary information when dealing with a new beau. Therefore, I date and when I am not in a relationship, I spend a lot of time pleasuring myself. Who am I kidding? I spend a lot of time pleasuring myself when I am in a relationship. It just feels so darn good!


For a little more than two weeks, I’ve been seeing a handsome bloke. Yes, he is British. He probably won’t be permanent beau, but nonetheless, he is deliciously good-looking, captivating, and charming. A man that I was sure would be a tasty delight. One of our evenings out we were sitting having drinks—him a scotch and soda, me spring water. I was thoroughly enjoying his company and as usual we were flirting incessantly. This was our sixth date or time together. A couple of our rendezvous turned into some major groping, rubbing and passionate kissing. After we left the restaurant, this night turned into one of those exact sessions. At my car, he pinned me at the driver’s door and grabbed my hips and pressed into me kissing me hard. I could feel just how aroused he was. I thought to myself, I can’t wait anymore. I have to have him. We drove back to my house. The ride was full of fondling, nibbling, and heavy breathing. It was very distracting and difficult to drive.

Once home, we crashed through the front door in a flurry of kisses and caresses. I moaned as we slid against the wall kissing hard, his hands reaching up my short skirt to squeeze my warm round ass. I lifted a leg over his waist to allow him better access to my already moist canal. He moaned and pressed his hard cock against me. I smiled naughtily at him and nibbled his lip before exploring his mouth with my tongue. He reciprocated and our tongues flickered playfully. Thinking about where I wanted to feel that tongue of his was making me shiver.

Under my skirt, his hands stroked up my ass and playfully tugged on a sliver of my white lace thong forcing it deep into my moistening pussy. “Mmmm,” I purred in response, arching my back and pushing myself into the bulge at his crotch. His hands moved from my ass to the front just below my belly and he forcefully pulled the thong to the side, and firmly ran two fingers from my clit to my anus. I was already so swollen and this maneuver made my pussy ooze.

We slid to the floor still in our desperate, hot embrace. I slid my hand onto his cock still hidden under his pants. He looked at me intensely then slipped his tongue in to my mouth. Passionately our tongues explored each other’s mouth and lips, darting in and out in time like a well-choreographed dance. He began kissing down my neck to my tits. My huge erect nipples became his pacifier, he sucked, and licked, turning me on so much that I cried out “bite my nipples.” His teeth biting down on my sensitive points caused me to thrust my hips into him and gyrate. I definitely need to feel him inside me.

My hand still on his cock, I slowly and rhythmically provided him long steady rubs. He groaned and pressed further into me. Outside of his groans of pleasure, he was silent. Next, he slid down over my body and simultaneously removed my thong. His head disappeared under my skirt and the next sensation I felt was him pushing his hot tongue against my swollen clit and making tight circles around it. I started to moan louder, grinding my pussy into his mouth and squirming with pleasure. I ran my hands through his hair, and tugged as he flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue. I screamed for more. He obliged and slid a finger into my lusciously wet pussy. I was building to a feverish, delicious orgasm.

We were frantic now. I needed relief, completion. I needed him. I needed him to insert his rock hard shaft into my quivering, yearning pussy.

He abandoned lapping the flowing cum from my cunt. He stood removed his pants and put on a condom. Then he lowered himself onto me. I opened my legs wide, folding them at the knees and my legs came to rest on either side of his torso. He kissed me gently on the mouth, staring deep into my eyes, and moved his hips around until his erect, hot poking prick landed at the opening of my primary pleasure spot. He smiled a crooked, devilish smile, and reached down with one hand to part my pussy lips; he went in. While shoving his penis in, he fell on top of me. Now we were chest to chest. I wrapped my arms around him and held tightly as he ground deep into me. His hard cock probing inside me, moving in and out and brushing against my swollen clit sent me into a bucking frenzy. My hips thrusts to meet his every powerful plunge that went deeper and deeper into my pussy. His hard cock pushing and sliding, and grinding inside me made me moan louder than ever. We were fucking faster. I felt his hot wet body slick against mine. He moaned and was breathing fast. I felt him increase the depth of his thrusts, big hard heavy thrusts penetrated me and shook through my body. “Yes, yes, yes, yes.” I felt his cock explode inside me and I screamed in pleasure as I felt the unmistakable searing spasms of his fabulous orgasm detonate in my trembling pussy. I came.

We lay there, resting, catching our breaths. Serenity was the mood as we kissed, caressed and smiled at each other. After some small chit-chat. He showered, got dressed and left.

It was a dangerous but delicious encounter; one that I so desperately needed.