Ten Erotic Moments that Changed My World

by Sarah Anon

  There never was a next session, I nearly went back, but I felt like I had seen what Amsterdam had to offer, I was ready to move on.

  I would never forget that woman though, her perfect body, orgasmic touch, and bubbly personality, I wonder sometimes if she is still there, a little older, just as beautiful, but I doubt I will ever know for sure.

  It did open my eyes to just how pleasurable a woman could be. I never considered myself bi-sexual, more a heterosexual who just slips occasionally, and enjoys the company of a woman here and there. I never ‘fell in love’ with a female, but the woman in Amsterdam was as close as I got.

  Munich Dorm Fuck

  Over the next few weeks I travelled around a lot of Europe, I had a few flings, but it all seemed kind of a letdown after my Amsterdam experience. The fucks were quick, non-sensual, and it was nearly always guys wanting to get off, not get me off.

  I started to lose hope, and then I hit Munich.

  Munich is a great place. It is more relaxed than the rest of the country, way more liberal, and the people are (for the most part) warm and friendly. But best of all, the beer, it flows cheap, it flows smooth, and for me and the people at the hostel, not a day went by without drinking from morning till night. For some reason the beer in Munich never gave me a hangover, but in honesty, there wasn’t much sober time for me to get a hangover in.

  It was about halfway into my Munich stay when I saw him. Tall, dirty blonde, just the right amount of muscle and he seemed to be engaging the entire room. As I moved closer I heard a rough British accent, his eyes were bright, and his confidence sent a shiver of anticipation through me.

  I stalked him. I’m not ashamed to say it. As he drifted around the room, his voice like a hook, dragging me along by my ovaries. I imagined all the things I wanted to do with him, and eventually I gave in.

  I sat down beside him, he was playing a card game and I feigned interest in how to play it. I let slip my real intentions by shuffling close to him, ‘accidentally’ brushing him with my arm, and eventually sliding my hand over his cock. It was a little hard, and our gazes locked.

  Job done, I got up and walked over to the bar, I could feel his eyes watching me, and probably those of his friends too.

  It didn’t take long, a couple of minutes later he came up to me and asked me to follow him.

  Our first attempt failed miserably, we were in the bathroom, and it was just getting started when there was a knocking at the door. Bathroom space was limited, someone was waiting.

  Our second attempt faired a little better, we went up to his dorm room and laid down on his bunk, there were about 7 bunks per room, but it looked deserted. We ripped off our clothes, rolling in the confined space, he knelt, awkwardly, his hard cock dangling in front of me, I kissed it lightly, licking the shaft, then, both my hands grabbing his ass, I pulled him towards me, sliding his dick deep, down into my throat.

  I didn’t blow him for too long, I knew what I wanted, I got out of the bed and laid on the floor, he got over me and began to fuck, fast, hard, the cold concrete beneath us. He paused occasionally, moving his knees, they must have been hurting, but I didn’t care. His cock was huge, and he knew how to use it, sometimes pounding me, sometimes twisting and turning, gyrating his hips, feeling my insides. I let out a huge moan as he hit just the right spot inside of me, and he dug even deeper, when the light came on.

  Suddenly we could see, and there were at least three people in the bunk beds around us, watching. He panicked a little, pulling his boxers up. For me though, it was a thrill, I Wondered how long they had been watching. I stood up and walked over to the guy who had turned on the light, he looked Indian. “Do you like what you see?” I teased.

  Judging by the way his eyes roamed, over my breasts, large, firm, hard nippled, down my sweat covered body, down to my pussy (Admittedly a little more hair covered, a few weeks travelling will make it hard to keep everything properly trimmed, you never want to shave in a group shower). He smiled nervously, glancing at him, as if for some kind of signal it was okay, then his eyes focusing back on my by breasts, my pussy, he was practically salivating.

  I strutted around the room, I saw every man’s eyes on my breasts, I accentuated my walk, bouncing on my feet, making my boobs bounce and shake while I waited for the English guy to get his clothes on.

  I walked back past the Indian man, I was touching myself a little, and as I passed him I turned towards him, spreading open my pussy, exposing my clit, my pink, soft insides, then I moved on

  The guy was nearly ready so as I passed the Indian guy, I stood, spread legged facing away from him, and bent over to pick up my panties, I bent much, much lower than I needed to, and I looked up through my breasts, between my legs, it took him a second before his eyes drifted away for my vagina, to my eyes, he was leaning forward a little, entranced, then our eyes locked and he looked away.

  The power of this gave me a huge thrill and an insatiable turn on. It was time for my English prize to finish the job.

  We walked out of the dorm and passed a surprised couple who were making out in the corridor. Still wearing only my panties, we got in the elevator and I hit the button for the top floor.

  There was a guy in the elevator heading up, his eyes took my body in, and then he looked away, embarrassed. During the short ride up to the top floor however, he managed to glance a few more times, despite his discomfort.

  At the top floor there was a door through to the roof terrace, it was closed after 11pm, to keep the noise down for locals, but it was never locked.

  We found a hidden corner, and in the warm summer air, finished what had been interrupted.

  This small experience rekindled my desire to always be showing off in front of other men, to tease, to see their lust, to have them all gaze on my naked body. I wasn’t quite at the stage where I wanted them all to fuck me yet, but it was coming. I don’t know it at the time, but my love of being watched, of exhibiting myself, was just part of a much larger fetish.

  French Nude Beach

  One of my final stops was in the south of France, and while there I determined to rectify one opportunity I had missed out on in Munich. I knew I loved to be watched, to show off for men, to turn them on, but I had never worked up the courage to lay in the English Gardens of Munich naked. They had a famous nudist area, and while I passed through it, seeing bodies of all shapes, sizes, and hotness, I never stripped off myself.

  The French nude beaches were equally, if not more famous than the gardens in Munich, and I made it my mission to visit the beaches.

  Incase you have never been to the beaches at the south of France, the inhabitants are for the most part wealthy, of mixed race and nationality, and have bodies that have been perfectly sculpted through exercise or surgery. The few paler bodies, my own included compared to this crowd, stood out.

  As I walked towards the nude beach my apprehension grew, walking past perfect body after perfect body. Despite my love of showing off my own body to strangers, I kind of felt outclassed.

  Fortunately, as I reached the nude area my fears were alleviated slightly. The majority of people at the nude beach were older, their wrinkled skin like leather, hardened by the years of soaking in the rays.

  I found a spot on the beach closer to some younger guys, and a couple of girls. As I walked up I saw their gazes drift a couple of times to the bodies of the two women. they were darkly tanned, firm, and presumably fake breasts, pointing up into the air.

  I was pleased to see that my pale complexion managed to tear their gaze though. After putting down my towel, I stood, lifting my loose beach dress over my head and dropping it on my towel. I was wearing a bikini, held on by only a few loose knots, and with a couple of pulls the clothing fell to the ground at my feet. Unlike Munich, I had spent a little time preparing myself for the beach, and had shaved everywhere, except my little strip, and I now stood, surrounded by hundreds of people, completely naked, free.

  I turned around and bent over to pick up some s
unblock from a bag I had been carrying, smiling a little as I caught the gazes of the men close by, all fixed on me. I pulled out some sun block, the cream kind, and began to rub it in, while stood up. I started with my face and arms, the back of my neck, and then moved down to my torso, possibly spending a little longer than I needed to rubbing the lotion into my tits. I even lifted one up a little, letting it drop down, watching the slight jiggle. I put a little extra lotion on my fingers and gave my nipples a double coat, each one hardening slightly under my touch as i rubbed the sun screen in. I couldn’t help but notice that one of the guys close to where I was now sported a semi erection.

  I moved down, going first down the outside of my legs, rubbing the lotion into my butt cheeks, I was facing away from the men now, and spread my cheeks a little pretending to be thorough. I worked my way down the outside of my legs, right to my feet, I was bent right over, and the guy closest to me was looking now, staring at my pussy, I worked my way back up the inside of my legs, taking my time, rubbing the lotion deep into my skin, I stood up, squirting some fresh lotion into my hands, I rubbed it a little, warming it up, turned more towards the men, and began to rub it into my pussy. At first I just did the outside, then I spread open the lips, I was very thorough, even slipping my finger in, just for a second.

  By the time I laid back down to sunbathe, All the men in the group by my towel were trying to cover their erections, some rolling over, others sitting up, as were a few of the other men close by.

  I will never forget my feeling right then, never before had I been in view of so many people, naked, rubbing myself. All those people wanting me, getting aroused by me, but being unable to do anything. It worked both ways though, I was wet, sopping wet, I was turned on beyond belief, but I forced myself to relax.

  Later I went for swim, naked, it felt amazingly good. The pleasure of swimming naked in the waves even overcame my original desires (My plan had been to sneak into the ocean so I could masturbate, I was still incredibly turned on by all the people walking past, seeing my whole body exposed).

  I stood waist deep in the water for the most part, largish waves rising up my body, occasionally lifting my breasts and dropping them back down. Men and women would walk down the beach, some nude, some clothed. On plenty of occasions I saw them looking, peering out of the corner of their eyes, mentally feeling my body.

  When I went back to my towel I re-applied the sunscreen, with a little less ceremony this time. I felt clean, liberated, and I laid back down, on my back, legs spread, letting the warmth of the sun wash over my body. At one point a man laying closer to the ocean turned on to his front, his eyes looking straight up towards me. I could just see his head and the top of his sunglasses over my naval, and he was just a few feet away.

  I considered fingering my pussy a little, giving him a show, but instead I just laid there, enjoying the sun, enjoying his gaze, and the looks of the others around me.

  Until the sun set, I lay, sometimes drifting off, always thinking how perfect this moment was, and how I needed to do it again.

  The Internet

  When I got back from my trip my life calmed down again, I became busy with work, and was so tired by the end of each day that I my mind drifted away from sexual fantasies.

  My life could have gone in a boring direction at that point. I was thinking of buying a house, getting a mortgage. Hell maybe I would even get a boyfriend, most of my friends had settled down, or drifted off, and now a ladies night consisted more of daydreaming and complaining about husbands than the intoxicated forays we used to have.

  Despite my early interests in the Internet, my European trip had made it seem a little irrelevant, and my job required me to be at a computer all day, looking at spreadsheets. Honestly, when I got home from work, the last thing I wanted to do was touch a computer.

  But needs must, and one night I was thinking back to the time on the beach, my dildo had already made its way out of its draw (A fear of buying dildo’s was something I had overcome a long time ago). I lubed it up, and had just started to push it in, remembering the way those men had looked at me, when I glanced over to my computer, some shitty Dell desktop, complete with all accessories, printer, microphone, webcam...

  I paused, and then went over to the computer, naked, I searched online for video chat rooms. I found one on a pretty popular voyeur site that looked perfect, people who watch, who love to be watched. I signed up quickly, I was a bit unsure about paying the monthly fee - but fuck it, I thought, my life needed something a little deviant.

  It took me a few minutes to figure out, but I soon had my cam going. It took just a few seconds more for a wave of requests asking to see my cam arrived, and a few invitations to watch other peoples too. I accepted as many as I could, and kept open a few of the cams of the nicer looking cocks. It suddenly occurred to me, though it had barely seemed real before, that there were now dozens of men, staring at me. The camera showed my face down to my breasts, it could be someone I knew at the other end, it could be a complete deviant, it could be some horrendously ugly person, or an eighty year old man.

  I smiled a little, and felt the excitement return. Occasionally I would rub my breasts, but surprisingly, mostly I just chatted to the men who were sat there watching me. It seemed to turn them on, talking to a woman who was just sat there, naked, as though nothing was wrong. I wasn’t going to complain, it turned me on too, and several times I found my hands wandering south, lightly rubbing the inside of my legs.

  I actually found a few, what you might call, friends that day. Men who were fun to talk to, and loved to watch me naked on cam.

  Hours passed, and I barely noticed, I watched cock after cock, man after man, even the occasional woman masturbate until they hit climax, all as they watched me. It wasn’t until I noticed it was nearly four am that I realized just how swiftly the night had gone, I needed to get to bed, but in my current state there was no way I was going to be able to sleep. I angled my cam downwards. Instantly all my chat windows lit up, but I ignored them. I began to touch myself, I started to rub, faster and faster, the cocks on the screen speeding up in tandem.

  For the first time in a long time I gushed. The warm liquid squirted from me, the thick whiteness of my cum dripped down from my pussy, I exhaled deeply, living in a few seconds of pure pleasure. The, without answering any messages, I turned off my computer and went to bed.

  The Internet became an escape for me. Over the years I have submitted thousands of pictures, and dozens of videos, to voyeur and exhibitionist sites. Though my first submissions were solo, later I began to send pictures of me, my boyfriend and our conquests, and after that, some of the group sessions we had.

  Even today, you can find pictures of my fucking, sucking, taking it from pretty much every position possible, from men black and white, with women likewise.

  I take even more pleasure in the fact that you, my reader, may even have stumbled upon those pictures, you may have seen me get screwed, you may have seen my face covered in cum, and yet right now, you would never know it.

  The Boyfriend & Sharing

  Not too long ago I met my boyfriend. It was a surprisingly normal encounter, I met him through an old friend while we were out drinking, and we hit it off. After we left the bar, a rather romantic outdoor patio situation, we went back to our mutual friends house and continued to drink. We talked right through till dawn, and finally we fell asleep outside under a blanket.

  We didn’t fuck, we didn’t kiss, but as I lay in his arms, I felt safe, even happy, for the first time in a long time. For the first few months we merged into a ‘real’ relationship, we went on dates, we fucked, I loved his cock, worshipped it. I would suck him for as long as I could stand, holding off his inevitable ejaculation for as long as I could. He had a power over me, and I loved to please him.

  Surprising, as I look back, my first experiences with anal were with this boyfriend. In the past it had been one of the things I flat out refused to do. But I trusted this man, and he was
gentle, he took his time, there was no rush. Though it never pleasured me, I know for a fact the tightness pleasured him.

  So it was a shock when he came up to me one day and said he had a confession about his past.

  Turns out he was a swinger, and though he had never cheated on me, he missed his swinging days.

  He gave me a choice, yay or nay, either way he would stay with me, but he wanted to know if I would try it out.

  Of course, I said yes.

  Our first time was with another man, he wanted me to be comfortable, not see me with another woman first. He gave me a safe word, and the man was a friend, one of his buddies from the ‘scene’.

  When he first came over it seemed like a normal lunch with a friend, he came over, we had food, wine, candle lit of course. We sat and talked for a while, and then he mentioned how beautiful I looked.

  The table was small, and his hand reached across to my shoulder, moving the strap of my dress so it slipped down a little. My boyfriend did something similar on the other side, and they both moved closer and began kissing my neck, stroking my body.

  My boyfriend unzipped my dress, and I stood up so it could be slipped down my body to the floor. I sat back down, wearing a hot lacey set of underwear I bought for the occasion.

  At first it seemed weird, my old Good Girl was still there, the shadow from my upbringing. It told me that what I was doing was wrong, that I was in a relationship. But the boyfriend didn’t care, he was getting into it, as was his friend. I stood up and went over to the new man and I danced a little for him, still in my underwear. His hands caressed my body whilst my boyfriend watched, and I began to unbutton the man’s shirt. I began to rub my pussy on his leg, his hands grasped firmly on my ass cheeks, exposed by my thong. I felt him get hard, then stood back up. Standing over him I pulled his hands back towards me, guiding him over my legs, ass, and stomach.