Moaningful Confessions | TRUE STORY! Nice Guy Gentleman Gets Laid! *NOT CRINGE AT ALL!*

Moaningful Confessions | TRUE STORY! Nice Guy Gentleman Gets Laid! *NOT CRINGE AT ALL!*

Once upon a summer's day, a beautiful princess was finishing her last exam. Her (not really) prince charming was waiting outside the exam room with a cup of tea, a packed lunch and his noble steed (Toyota people-mover with amazing fuel economy). It had been a couple of lonely days with the exam prep meaning there were no opportunities for romance, having to make do with the library massages and study break cuddling sessions. We were long overdue for a proper ‘stress relieving session’. 

There was an ample amount of tension built up and the electricity was palpable from the moment she stepped into my car. After a swim and a packed lunch, we retired to the backseat of the car for a short nap that eventually turned into a steamy make out session that would put teenagers in a summer blockbuster movie to shame. Lips were being bitten, necks were being kissed and just when things were getting interesting – a dog barks. We look out the makeshift curtains and my eyes meet the eyes of a toddler. My heart stopped. FUCK. Of course. The one dirt road we turned down turns out to be the one road this mom and her kids are taking the dog for a freaking walk. We quickly throw on our scattered togs and drive away looking very suspicious but not caring cause we’re 20 and horny. Try and stop us. 

We drive down another dirt road that leads to a gorgeous, almost private beach where we resume our affectionate affair. After a few seconds of trying to get comfy in my car we end up saying fuck it and go out to the beach ‘cause no one was around. 

We throw a blanket down on the sand in full view of anyone who walks by and I start off slow, soft kisses placed lovingly wherever she needs them. This princess had had some long and lonely nights with nothing but books and I made sure to give her exactly what she deserved after all her hard work. I go down but don’t venture near her clit. Instead, I use my fingers to massage the outside of her lips, warming her up. It then progresses to kisses going up her thighs, making sure to softly brush my lips against hers, my warm breath teasing her clit cause I’m an arsehole like that. Her hands pull my hair. I feel her frustration build up to the point where she can’t take it anymore and then go for the kill. Spreading her lips apart I find her clit and use my tongue to massage it exactly how she likes it. Her hands pull me in closer and I let her, savouring how good she tastes. There is no place I would rather be than butt arse naked on a public beach, between her thighs, using my fingers and tongue to make her squirm. 

I look up and see her lost in ecstasy. I turn her over so she’s facing the ocean and we get rough. I pull her hair with one hand while my other finds a firm grasp around her neck, moving her head so my lips are against her ears. At this point, I would normally start spanking her and I feel her push her hips back in anticipation. It was never going to be that easy. I whisper what I want to hear and after a split second of hesitation she gives in and starts begging me to spank her. I consider myself a gentleman, so when a lady asks a favour of me, I oblige, spanking her until my hand leaves its mark. Spent, we lay down entwined under the warm summer sun. Her musk lingers on my lips as our sweat slowly evaporates, cooling down our naked bodies. 

It ended up being a beautiful romance over the summer filled with passion. Although eventually, we didn’t work out. Still, even after all these months whenever I go to that beach, I remember how good she tasted and the moans of pleasure that escaped her lips. I might have left my mark on her arse, but she left her mark on my heart.

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This article first appeared in Issue 19, 2022.
Posted 3:18pm Monday 15th August 2022 by Critic.