I'm a shy girl. I feel odd even writing this story even since I've become 'less' shy. It's difficult for me to express my desires. I'm not super kinky. I'm not really any more sexual than most people out there I'd imagine, but I do have one 'fetish' and that is being eaten out. Sure, every girl likes having a guy down there, but I have an intense desire for it. I would rather have a man go down on me or have something rubbing my clit than be fucked in my pussy by the hottest man alive. It's that important to me. Other thing is though, I like to do it myself, meaning I like to have control over the situation down there. Another thing, I don't really like vibrators all that much either nor do I like a man's hands down there all that much. So really what I'm saying is, more than I like to be eaten out, I like to ride guys' faces. It has always been a fetish of mine...

I tried to get into a groove, but laying with another person is so much different than normal masturbation. My body was overrun with the sensation of his cock slowly moving inside me, and my fingers pulling up at my clit. I couldn't figure out what to pay attention to, what would bring me to an orgasm.

I've only cum twice in front of him, and both times I was consumed with embarassment. Why? I don't know. But it's all I dream of. He is what gets me off; I replay our lovemaking time and time again in the privacy of our bed. Why can't I do it in real life? I don't know. The physical sensations are different, and I am confused by them. I don't know how to read them, how to react, what will make me hotter.

But I wanted to try. "It will take a while," I warned him meekly. He smiled and said we had all day.

Comforted, I pulled up at my labia, exposing my clit, rolling it around and stimulating myself. I felt the tugging down from his cock in my pussy, and he ran his hands across my body...

Tony's ladies are kittens, good girls underneath the tattoos; his food images, on the other hand are some of the raunchiest you'll ever have the pleasure to behold, and these hot tamales may arouse you more viscerally than you ever expected.

My first orgasm happened in the bathtub. Xavier Hollander told me to do it. When I was 12 or so, I was house-sitting for a neighbor. Of course I snooped around their house and found a copy of “The Happy Hooker” in which there was a passage telling about how she would lay under the faucet to get off. I knew a lot about sex for my age, but wasn’t sure exactly what this meant. However reading it made me…tingly…so I had to find out...

Compersion is said to be a non-sexual state of empathetic happiness and joy experienced when an individual's romantic partner experiences happiness and joy through an outside source, including, but not limited to, another romantic interest. The concept is now widespread within the polyamorous community, and was originally coined by the now defunct Kerista Commune in San Francisco.

It is common for people within the polyamorous community to state that jealousy comes with the territory of open romantic relationships. Compersion has often been referred to as "the opposite of jealousy" and some advocates state that through time and experience, becomes an efficient method for combating jealousy...