Sextories

The Couch

“The Couch”

It’s Friday, heading-on to the weekend. I was getting out of work when I receive an e-mail on my phone, look down and saw that it was from an old friend of mine. I began to scratch my head because, I had not heard from this girl in a long time. She said she wanted to talk and asked me to text her back. I decided to call her and we spoke over the phone for several minutes, until she asked me if I wanted to go over to watch a movie, I replied thinking in my head (it’s Friday), “yeah! why not”. 
After taking a fresh shower on that hot day, I grabbed my hat and headed out. On my way over, I started to ponder, reminiscing on previous encounters like this, saying to myself this girl is either bored or really likes me. Never the less I was excited to go over, but started to feel that rumbling in my stomach, just like the one before a speech in-front of a large crowd. I couldn’t stop now, I had already committed to her. 
I arrived at her door-step, and yes I can still picture that white wooden door with the stain over the door lock, pulled my hat forward and knocked 3-times. I heard her voice “coming”, then I flashed into this steamy thought of mine and could see her on top of me, moaning away realizing that the moment was now and  while grabbing her curvy hips……….(back to reality), the door opened and I distractedly shook my thoughts away and snap out of it and said: “hey! Long time” (while opening my arms to hug her) “how u been?” and she replied: “here, just beating that summer heat”. She lead me into her house and saw the simplicity of her by the way her furniture was set. And there it was, this one black couch. Positioned right in front of the television meant for you not to miss a single thing. She asked me to take a seat and I gladly did. The soft couch just couldn’t be any better, if only I can lay on it, I thought. She then sat next to me and we began to trade our past stories, but as we kept on talking my eyes slowly dialed into her and lost track to the words she spoke of. It was as if she was on mute and she began to sense where this was going. 
I quickly grabbed her hand and I caressed those soft hands of her, I leaned in towards her and she mirror my image and as we saw ourselves in our eyes as we slowly kissed away. She wrapped her hands around my neck and as we kissed more intensely, she gripped my hat hat and tossed it over the couch. I then grasp her arms by the wrist and pinned them against the back of the couch, while we passionately, taking deep breaths, kiss away.
I began to lick around her neck and the more I did it, the more radically she moved. As her body slipped down the couch, I see that she began to slouch and began to feel a gap behind her back. I quickly slip my hands around her and as I start to stand-up I spun her around while allowing myself to sit on the couch and placing her on a cowgirl position. She quickly slips up her blouse and tossed aside, while revealing a red-velvet bra. There was a smile in my face and she had noticed it, at the same time my hands were working there way to the back of her bra, where my blind-man skills were needed the most. As I struggled with her bra, she began to lean her weight towards the empty space of the couch, making us collapse on it. Realizing in my head that if that bra didn’t snap open, sex would not be topless as I couldn’t see my self there. 
As we collapsed onto the couch, my head was by her breast and my body was crawling in between her legs. I now felt the arousal down under me, I guess it was a matter of time before she felt me getting harder. A sense of relief was brought as I managed to clip that bra open, and I now moved my hands in the downstairs direction diverting my attention to her pants, as I knew that the bra could come off at anytime now. I kneeled up, thus at the same time gripping the rear pockets from her pants and allowing me to roll her pants down her legs. And as I neared the end route of those soft legs of hers, the pants all rolled, crammed-up against her ankles, begging to give me a hard time. I give it a tuff pull and while yanking them off, falling away in the horizon away from the couch she says: “0h! Your rough” and I then smiled and laid back between her legs and kiss her lips and down her neck towards her breast. I now removed her bra by slipping one arm at a time and as I look on from an aerial point of view, I saw why I chose to spend a lovely Friday night with this beautiful girl.

-Jorge L.

How explicit?

I was looking over a couple sex stories (reality, fantasy), and i came to think about how much explicit content (words, pictures, etc.), should be described or included?