Casual Sex

Thank you for the entries. Lovely. All of them lovely.

It all started with a simple stroke of the fingers on the keyboard. Late at night, not expecting anyone to be on. This XXX adult site where we can just be ourselves, sharing stories of our deepest desires. No fear of judgment by those who couldn't understand.

Just a simple click and there you were looking back at me through this here cam. Sharing stories with intimate details of past experience. Having shared in mutual masturbation it was time we really connected.

Not wanting anything more then a casual booty call, we agreed there would be nothing more. I warned you not to catch feelings as that's not what I wanted. Onto the next I go as you walk out the door.

Call me what you like but if I was a man there would be no name calling at all. Being a woman who likes sex, who likes to be in control most men call me a whore.

Which way do you go home?
There is room in the car for one.
It was not my habit to roam
But she seemed ready for fun

She directed me to her house
Insisted I come inside
Explained she had no spouse
Alone she did reside

She went through the routine
Of offering me a drink
The next move was unforseen
She stripped to the pink

Naked she came to me
Her arms around my waist
She hoped that I would agree
To bide and not be chaste.

I readily agreed to stay
And soon was naked too
We began erotic play
And then began to screw

The night passed too soon
Orgasms as we went
I did not get home til noon
Exhausted but content.

Alas that was a one night stand
She'd lied; her husband was away
Sad that I'd been conned
But fond memories will stay.

Who is this girl in my bed?
And I've got a very sore head
I remember nothing
Was there some fucking?
I should have had soft drinks instead

Beautiful entries, poets. Thanks for the submissions! 💜

No Bars, No Alcohol....


Upfront he was
When he contacted me
Boundaries were set
Lust was all it would be

I agreed
Entered through the door called casual sex
No ties
No going out
Just him coming round
When he or I request

I enjoy his sex as he does mine
Fun is had
At times it's sublime
My feelings get deeper with everytime
But I've agreed
So, sex is all it will ever be

Unless of course
He chooses to see
But if he does
It's a double edged sword
Because then
He may choose to leave

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thinking of you
so you know what I had to do
when I finished
exhausted, catching my breath
i remembered the first time I had casual sex

how strange is that?

these memories that come out of the blue

prior to it there'd been the usual games we all played

touching
exploring
fingering
stroking
wanking
sucking
anything but actual penetration

reminds me of bill clinton's statement

i can see it now
at a party for some boy I didn't know
on his bed with a boy I met 2 days ago
not really knowing what to do or say
following his lead, but he was unclear

I was worried about getting pregnant
but desire far out weighed the fear
trying to act like an adult when I was far from it
holding romantic illusions of what sex was all about
him coming while i was on top

me...well...
there was a song playing in my head
a song my mother played a lot
a song sung by peggy lee

'is that all there is'....




I wrote this one and uploaded it last year...have tweaked it a bit....hope it fits within your framework....

She comes over sometimes
A couple times a week at most

She walks into my room like an awkward silence
We make awkward feeble attempts at conversation
A guise to distract us from the reality of our sordid arrangement
Honestly we have nothing to talk about

Nothing in common except our need to feel something.
and scratch that itch without the strings and politics society has tethered to it.

Then all pretenses drop and we get to the main event
I quickly liberate her from the confines of her blouse
I flick her bra expertly off
I slide her skirt up over her waist
Nothing underneath
She knows why she came
We both do

I shed my clothes and my inhibitions
All thoughts of conversation forgotten
We let skin speak on our behalf
The language of those who have nothing else to offer
And we're oh so fluent
Liquid

It's rough
Clumsy
Asymmetrical
Groping
Touching
Not feeling

The occasional moan breaks the silence
Letting me know I'm doing it right

A chorus of sighs as we both get where we need to be

I roll over
Sweaty and Panting
A moment passes...maybe two

She gets her hair in order
Well...she tries
Rights her skirt
Slips on her blouse
It's all rumpled now
(Oh well)
And then she leaves without a word

I grab a cold one...might watch a movie I'm not sure

Not My Style

I never thought I would
I never thought I could
Until you came along
You are such a busy man
Relationships are a waste of time
Who am I to argue
When all I want is you

One Text. Two Words. Is all it took.
"Come Over?"

Nervous at first. Soon turned into lust.
The desire to touch. Be touched. Nothing more.
•••
We finish. I smile. No emotion. No feelings.
Again and again
No emotion. No feelings. Nothing.
We did it. It's perfect.

Uncomplicated. Raw. Sex.

Great Piece!! Thoroughly enjoyed!

The Same Plane

We throw ourselves at each other
Lips kissing
Hands searching, caressing, undressing
Bodies writhing between the sheets
We feast on the hunger built up
Sexual,
Intellectual,
Animalistic
On new levels we’ve never seen
We soar as one
Past the sun, moons and stars
Tremendously exploding
New beings born
We fall back down
Expended
Satisfied, centered, content
To be normal
Human once again
In silence we part
No last words
Yet we smirk to ourselves
For we know this
Will, happen again

When I was a little girl and road the bus to school, I never new what to do with my hands.
I tried so many things, folded on my lap, palms up, palms down,
these boys were all around
I don't understand these beings, cruel and insincere
and then I tasted upon my lips....fear
blood in the water, sharks all around, motherless daughter
no woman to sound
so in the hall ways I saw myself as a bird, clumsy and stork like
I went to the only place I new where I could capture these creatures in their natural habitat
the airport Seattle is where I attacked
I took pictures of them, stalked them, studied their moves
trying to understand, to make myself fit
I gazed at their pictures I stole with my lens
still didn't understand how to make friends
and this fear still had me in the ring
how to purge such a thing?
Into the airport bathrooms I flighted
crowded with woman trying not to fart, changing their hairline
or make-up or part, putting on lipstick like retractable dicks
I entered a stall and instantly new where my hands would slip
A wallflower committing such sin
ah but the challenge had just begun for the masturbation wasn't fun
thinking of the possibility of getting caught only made the fear jest me
becoming more intense which inspired feelings of powerlessness and rage
a little girl on a toilet stage, inside a box like cage, some kind of hairless monkey zoo
I vowed  that for how ever long it would take I would make a practice in every airport
in every state until I hit climax got rid of the fear
breaking the girl, nothing fake here.

Casual Dream

You are nothing to me
But a dick in my dream
You awake me in the night,
To simply arouse me
You caress my mind
While I play with my clit
Oh baby keep going
You're just casual sex
I then awake,
To find you are not there
It was only a wet dream,
Still satisfied nonetheless

like the pacific coast                
highway,                
my body,                
lays stretched out                
before you.  
Move slow      
at first,                
get acquainted                
with my curves,                
don't bite off more                
than you can swallow.  
Leather and lace,                
hard all over                
and candy canes,            
as if sculpted by the hands                
of Michelangelo's ghost.  
Enticed by intrigue,                
mouth watering indeed,              
tonight you'll sin with me the most.

Great entries! We are getting close to the end!