The best part about fucking female friends of mine is the building of tension.

I love creating sexual tension that leads to me fucking female friends. I had a little sleepover conquest, where I ended up releasing some very built-up sexual tension. Lately, I had been thinking about fucking female friends of mine. Recently, I made myself a new friend. We chat for hours and hours through text, and we have been for quite some time now. I love dropping subtle hints, and sometimes, I meet a girl who loves to play coy. She pushes all the right limits to drive me crazy. She knew that I liked girls and loved fucking girls. This girl also knew that I was very much a top, just as I knew she was very much a bottom. She was full of sass and constantly challenged me.

I had never experienced this level of teasing before, and it drove me crazy. She made me grit my teeth. She was sending me pictures of her in her panties, like, oops. I wanted so badly to touch her, and to grab her, and to feel every inch of her body beneath my hands. I wanted to feel her body writhe as she came, and I wanted to look her dead in the eyes as I made her cum. Frequently I thought about the sounds she would make and how she would react to me advancing upon her. Would she kiss me back? Would she tell me not to? I knew that she was also into girls, but she seemed way more into boys, and we did agree to keep it as just friends.

Then one day, she made a self-deprecating joke, which was my perfect in to let her know that I was attracted to her.

She let me know that she was also attracted to me. This did not stop us from acting like friends for as long as I could draw out the sweet, sweet torture. I did her makeup one night, and we went out. She undressed in front of me, and I tried my hardest not to look. I could feel the heat creeping up my neck the whole time that I knew she was naked in my bedroom. Then, I harnessed all my self-control while I put my lipstick on her open little mouth. I thought about how easy it would be to brush my lips against hers. Again, I withheld. Then, I baked us cookies when we got back to my place, and she hoisted herself up onto my washer, but not before changing into booty shorts, of course.

I felt the same heat. Her thighs looked so tight and delicate and soft. Every fiber of my being screamed to put my hands on her thighs. To just slip between her thighs and kiss all up and down her neck and shoulders. I wanted to know how she would touch me. Would she touch curiously? Or, would she touch timidly? I wanted to see the look on her face as she felt me. Not yet. I wasn’t done emotionally, edging both of us. She knew I was taking my time. Finally, after a long movie night, we crawled into bed for a cozy little sleepover. She climbed in bed in booty shorts and a fucking sports bra. I could see all of her back and her legs.

There was no way that I would make it through the night without touching her.

So, I asked her. She told me yes. I traced my fingers over the straps of her sports bra and just felt her. I felt how soft her skin was, and I felt her break out into goosebumps. Then, I trailed my fingers over her sides and the curves of her hips. I traced the spots where clothing met skin. Then I kissed her back. Everything fits so perfectly. I told her to roll over, and I climbed on top of her. Then, I kissed her. Then, I felt all self-control slipping away as I felt as much as I could of her, and kissed her all over. The sounds she made turned me on so deeply. I slid my knee between her legs. She made me break a sweat. And, in taking it slow, we went to bed.

It wasn’t until next time that I began fully fucking female friends.

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