Story time.
Last night I had some of the hottest sex of my life. It started when my girlfriend and I hopped in bed to cuddle before she had to leave. She's spooning me, and a few minutes in starts kissing my neck and gently feeling me up.
After a little while, she whispers "roll over" in my ear, and when I do, mounts me and starts forcefully licking my tits (fuck, I'm shaking just recalling this). Bras and shirts come off, but I stop her before she removes my panties. "Panties stay on."
We start grinding on each other, and I can feel us both soaking through our underwear. I tell her to pick a toy from the nightstand, and she grabs the small vibe. I stick it down her panties and pull them tight to hold it in place. She quivers and bucks on top of me as we share the vibrator. I can feel our panties digging into our hips—we're fucking sopping wet now. Her pace quickens. I can feel her thighs tensing around me. She's making heavy eye contact, and her eyes go wide as she starts to come. I press the vibe hard between us, using her panties as handles to keep her on me—a moment later, I buck and dig my nails into her as I come too. We're both frantic, kissing, gasping, quivering in a mess of sex and sweat, convulsing against each other until it calms into a heaving embrace...spent...still sloppily kissing each other's bodies anywhere our lips meet soft skin. Swallowing between breaths. Content. Well-loved.
—Alice 🫠