I Like Girls Who Talk Dirty
There must be something about March that makes me want to start writing erotic stories again. Almost exactly six years ago, on March 13, I created an account on Experience Project, the predecessor to Similar Worlds. I started writing about my sexual experiences in college. It was such a liberating experience.
I started off just wanting to talk about masturbating secretly in the library, or talking about how I met my girlfriend and all the naughty things we did together. And that was pretty amazing.
The funny thing about this place is how it changes you. I always thought of it like you plug into an emotional experience, but there's no guarantee what kind of experience you're gonna get. Some days would leave me on top of the world. Others would leave me delving into the depths of my soul. Still others would leave me in tears as I read others' heart-wrenching stories. And I started telling some of my own. I guess that's probably why I left, it got to be too much.
And then I had a rough breakup. My girlfriend decided she missed the D too much. I have to confess, I still don't really get that. I thought I had the best cock on the block. It's eternally hard. But apparently a strap-on wasn't cutting it for her anymore. And that's why I left EP. It just wasn't the same.
But now it's almost spring again. I don't understand what it is about March that gets my pussy wet. And I want to start writing again.
Thursday night I took a pair of leggings and cut a hole in the crotch so I could leave my girlhood exposed under my skirt. And I went to work that way. I work part time as a barista at a local coffeeshop. It was so cold walking there from my apartment, but thankfully I only live a couple blocks away.
I don't know why it's been so long since I've done anything like that. I used to do it all the time back in college. There is something so hot, so liberating about knowing my bare pussy is exposed to the world. And that someone might catch a glimpse if I'm not careful. I intentionally wore a very short jeans miniskirt that barely covered me. It made me so wet I felt like it was almost going to make sloshing noises if I wasn't careful, haha.
I worked my first two hours with my friend Alexis. God she's never looked so hot. I'm pretty sure she's straight. She definitely knows I'm queer. I got a little flirty with her and she didn't seem to mind. I also got a little flirty with the hot girls who came in. Making eye contact a bit longer, smiling a bit more than normal, that sort of thing. It was fun. Alexis got done at 3:30, so I worked the last two hours by myself.
I could have gotten in so much trouble, but I was totally touching myself behind the counter. There were only people at three tables, and none of them was paying any attention to me.
I've had a fantasy for a long time about working in a restaurant and masturbating with the kitchen equipment. I don't know why, it's a silly fantasy, and in real life it would be so gross. Except I started imagining what it would be like to slide the handle of the portafilter up inside myself. I took it off and wiped it down with disinfectant. Then I stood behind the counter where no one could see me and rubbed the handle against my swollen cunt lips. I parted them ever so slightly and touched the handle to the tender pink insides. A bit of my girl juice got the handle wet, which made me really turned on.
I could lie and say I slid it inside me. But the truth is, my better judgment won out. I wiped my wetness off the equipment and proceeded to resanitize it.
The next 45 minutes were hell. I kept discretely sneaking in touches. I would slide a finger inside, keep it in for a few seconds, and then bring it to my nose to smell it before licking it off. I know some girls don't like the smell or taste of their own vag. Personally I love it, it turns me on. Well, it depends on what I eat. Coffee usually makes it a bit...I don't know how to describe it. Tangier? Better somehow anyway. And I hadn't eaten since late breakfast, but I had a LOT of coffee.
I kept imagining Alexis coming back to the store after we closed. Maybe she left something there. She comes in and finds me masturbating behind the counter. She's so turned on, she asks if she can taste me too. Of course, I say. I get up on the countertop and spread my legs wide open. The lights are off, so no one who walks by is likely to notice what we're doing through the giant picture windows in front of the coffee shop. Still, if anyone stopped to peer in, it wouldn't be hard to make out my figure, writhing in passion.
I imagine Alexis' tongue finally touching my aching pussy lips. She licks up the right side and down the left. She does it again. Then again. Then she licks over my clitty. She's so gentle, she's barely touching. Waves of pleasure shoot through my body.
"Have you ever done this before?" I ask.
"Never," she says. "But I know what I wish someone would do for me."
"Oh god, Alexis! Yes! God it feels so GOOOOOOOD!"
I'm nervous that I'm getting too loud, that someone outside the store will hear me moaning in passion inside. The excitement that we could get caught makes it so much more intense.
She pulls back the hood around my clit, fully exposing me. Gently and slowly she begins licking circles. I am in ecstasy.
I continued having variations on this fantasy for the remaining portion of my shift. No one else came in. My hand continued to wander down between my legs.
At 5:25 I told the two remaining tables that we would be closing in five minutes. Both ended up leaving by 5:28. I locked the door and retreated back behind the counter. I was still going to have about half an hour of cleanup...but that was going to have to wait.
I grabbed a cushion off of one of the couches and brought it back behind the counter. In my fantasy I was up on top of the counter, not caring if anyone saw me. But in real life I needed to be more discrete. I placed the cushion on the floor and sat down. No one would find me here. I've worked there long enough to know that no one will actually come in, whether Alexis, the owner, or anyone else. Plus the owner has shared with me a few of her own sexual exploits. I'm sure she would just laugh it off if she knew anyway.
And so I hiked my skirt up a little and spread my legs wide open before letting my fingers go to work. It felt so good to finally be able to indulge my lusts. In my mind it was me and Alexis sharing this moment together after work in the coffee shop.
I know my body well enough to know I was going to get multiple orgasms out of this experience before I was done. I managed three with my fingers deep inside myself before hitting my fourth and final one from clitoral stimulation. With each climax I called out Alexis' name, imagining her there with me.
I literally had to catch my breath before getting up to clean myself up. I finished the rest of my closing routine and went home. I was 45 minutes later than I usually am, haha.
I hope you enjoyed my dirty little masturbation story. I don't mind guys reading, but please be aware that I'm not into guys at all, not even a little bit. I hope you found it hot. It gets me so turned on when I type it out. I plan to keep writing up my fantasies, and hopefully some that become more than fantasies too!
I started off just wanting to talk about masturbating secretly in the library, or talking about how I met my girlfriend and all the naughty things we did together. And that was pretty amazing.
The funny thing about this place is how it changes you. I always thought of it like you plug into an emotional experience, but there's no guarantee what kind of experience you're gonna get. Some days would leave me on top of the world. Others would leave me delving into the depths of my soul. Still others would leave me in tears as I read others' heart-wrenching stories. And I started telling some of my own. I guess that's probably why I left, it got to be too much.
And then I had a rough breakup. My girlfriend decided she missed the D too much. I have to confess, I still don't really get that. I thought I had the best cock on the block. It's eternally hard. But apparently a strap-on wasn't cutting it for her anymore. And that's why I left EP. It just wasn't the same.
But now it's almost spring again. I don't understand what it is about March that gets my pussy wet. And I want to start writing again.
Thursday night I took a pair of leggings and cut a hole in the crotch so I could leave my girlhood exposed under my skirt. And I went to work that way. I work part time as a barista at a local coffeeshop. It was so cold walking there from my apartment, but thankfully I only live a couple blocks away.
I don't know why it's been so long since I've done anything like that. I used to do it all the time back in college. There is something so hot, so liberating about knowing my bare pussy is exposed to the world. And that someone might catch a glimpse if I'm not careful. I intentionally wore a very short jeans miniskirt that barely covered me. It made me so wet I felt like it was almost going to make sloshing noises if I wasn't careful, haha.
I worked my first two hours with my friend Alexis. God she's never looked so hot. I'm pretty sure she's straight. She definitely knows I'm queer. I got a little flirty with her and she didn't seem to mind. I also got a little flirty with the hot girls who came in. Making eye contact a bit longer, smiling a bit more than normal, that sort of thing. It was fun. Alexis got done at 3:30, so I worked the last two hours by myself.
I could have gotten in so much trouble, but I was totally touching myself behind the counter. There were only people at three tables, and none of them was paying any attention to me.
I've had a fantasy for a long time about working in a restaurant and masturbating with the kitchen equipment. I don't know why, it's a silly fantasy, and in real life it would be so gross. Except I started imagining what it would be like to slide the handle of the portafilter up inside myself. I took it off and wiped it down with disinfectant. Then I stood behind the counter where no one could see me and rubbed the handle against my swollen cunt lips. I parted them ever so slightly and touched the handle to the tender pink insides. A bit of my girl juice got the handle wet, which made me really turned on.
I could lie and say I slid it inside me. But the truth is, my better judgment won out. I wiped my wetness off the equipment and proceeded to resanitize it.
The next 45 minutes were hell. I kept discretely sneaking in touches. I would slide a finger inside, keep it in for a few seconds, and then bring it to my nose to smell it before licking it off. I know some girls don't like the smell or taste of their own vag. Personally I love it, it turns me on. Well, it depends on what I eat. Coffee usually makes it a bit...I don't know how to describe it. Tangier? Better somehow anyway. And I hadn't eaten since late breakfast, but I had a LOT of coffee.
I kept imagining Alexis coming back to the store after we closed. Maybe she left something there. She comes in and finds me masturbating behind the counter. She's so turned on, she asks if she can taste me too. Of course, I say. I get up on the countertop and spread my legs wide open. The lights are off, so no one who walks by is likely to notice what we're doing through the giant picture windows in front of the coffee shop. Still, if anyone stopped to peer in, it wouldn't be hard to make out my figure, writhing in passion.
I imagine Alexis' tongue finally touching my aching pussy lips. She licks up the right side and down the left. She does it again. Then again. Then she licks over my clitty. She's so gentle, she's barely touching. Waves of pleasure shoot through my body.
"Have you ever done this before?" I ask.
"Never," she says. "But I know what I wish someone would do for me."
"Oh god, Alexis! Yes! God it feels so GOOOOOOOD!"
I'm nervous that I'm getting too loud, that someone outside the store will hear me moaning in passion inside. The excitement that we could get caught makes it so much more intense.
She pulls back the hood around my clit, fully exposing me. Gently and slowly she begins licking circles. I am in ecstasy.
I continued having variations on this fantasy for the remaining portion of my shift. No one else came in. My hand continued to wander down between my legs.
At 5:25 I told the two remaining tables that we would be closing in five minutes. Both ended up leaving by 5:28. I locked the door and retreated back behind the counter. I was still going to have about half an hour of cleanup...but that was going to have to wait.
I grabbed a cushion off of one of the couches and brought it back behind the counter. In my fantasy I was up on top of the counter, not caring if anyone saw me. But in real life I needed to be more discrete. I placed the cushion on the floor and sat down. No one would find me here. I've worked there long enough to know that no one will actually come in, whether Alexis, the owner, or anyone else. Plus the owner has shared with me a few of her own sexual exploits. I'm sure she would just laugh it off if she knew anyway.
And so I hiked my skirt up a little and spread my legs wide open before letting my fingers go to work. It felt so good to finally be able to indulge my lusts. In my mind it was me and Alexis sharing this moment together after work in the coffee shop.
I know my body well enough to know I was going to get multiple orgasms out of this experience before I was done. I managed three with my fingers deep inside myself before hitting my fourth and final one from clitoral stimulation. With each climax I called out Alexis' name, imagining her there with me.
I literally had to catch my breath before getting up to clean myself up. I finished the rest of my closing routine and went home. I was 45 minutes later than I usually am, haha.
I hope you enjoyed my dirty little masturbation story. I don't mind guys reading, but please be aware that I'm not into guys at all, not even a little bit. I hope you found it hot. It gets me so turned on when I type it out. I plan to keep writing up my fantasies, and hopefully some that become more than fantasies too!
