Raw revelations

The day began like any other: I woke up, tended to the pets, took a hot shower, and dressed for work. After dropping the pets off at my parents’ house, I headed into the office, anticipation simmering beneath my calm exterior. I’d arranged three meetings-three men, each one a secret thrill, each one promising something forbidden and unforgettable.

I know some people might judge me for this. Maybe you’re thinking, “Is this fiction or nonfiction? Is she just making this up? Or is this just another story about her being promiscuous?” For years, I let those voices get to me, especially after realizing I was worth far more than Vic ever gave me credit for. Now, I’m living life on my own terms. Yes, I’m seeing people again. Yes, I’m enjoying myself. And yes, I take my health seriously. I get tested for STIs regularly, I’ve completed the Gardasil vaccine series, and the men I’m involved with are also routinely screened. We don’t use condoms at all-just raw, passionate sex, skin to skin, feeling every sensation and every pulse. I trust my partners to be honest and responsible, and I take my birth control meds faithfully every morning, making sure I’m protected and in control of my body. I absolutely love the feeling of bare dicks pounding deep inside me, and the thrill of unfiltered connection that comes with it.

First Encounter: Seven Times in My Pussy

After work, I met my first lover-a friend since middle school-at a dimly lit bar. The chemistry between us was electric, every glance and touch laced with a sense of danger. Back at his apartment, we barely made it through the door before we were on each other, hands roaming, mouths greedy. He pressed me against the wall, his breath hot on my ear as he whispered how much he’d been craving me. It felt wicked, almost reckless, to let him take me right there, but I wanted it-wanted him.

He pushed me down onto the living room couch, which sat right next to a large window. The curtains were wide open, and anyone who glanced up from the street or neighboring buildings could see exactly what we were doing. That only made it hotter. He spread my legs wide, his dick sliding deep into my pussy, and began to fuck me hard, raw, no barriers between us, just skin on skin. The thrill of being so exposed, so open to the world, made every thrust more intense. He fucked me without restraint, hips slamming into mine, and I felt his cum fill me-again and again. Seven times he came in my pussy, each time groaning my name, his díck pulsating inside me, the heat and slickness building with every round. The more he came, the more I wanted, my body aching for every illicit drop, my own orgasms crashing over me in waves. By the end, I was shaking, my pussy swollen and dripping with his cum, both of us breathless and grinning at the mess we’d made-and the secret show we might have given to anyone watching.

Second Encounter: Mounted and Soaked

On my way to the next friend, I couldn’t help but wonder if the first knew about my other plans. All three men are friends-two since middle school, with the third joining the group in high school. Since my house was on the way, I stopped to take a shower and change into something daring before heading out again. I checked in with my parents, who were happy to keep the pets overnight-they love sharing “custody” with me. Thanking them, I made my way to my second friend’s apartment.

He was waiting outside, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Inside, he’d set out a charcuterie board and poured wine, but the real feast was the hunger between us. When I fed him a grape, he caught my hand and pressed a kiss to my palm-a simple gesture that made my core clench with anticipation. Upstairs, the tension snapped. We undressed each other in frantic bursts, his hands everywhere, his mouth hot on my skin. He pressed me onto the bed, spread my legs, and mounted my pussy with a hunger that felt almost dangerous. I moaned as he filled me, his dick stretching me, his hands pinning my hips down as he fucked me hard and deep. There was nothing between us-just raw, slippery, feverish sex, every thrust sending a shiver through my body.

Each time he came in my pussy-five times in all-I felt his cum spill inside me, the sensation so filthy and forbidden that it made me even wetter. We didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, even as sweat dripped from our bodies and soaked the sheets beneath us. By the end, the bed was a mess-sheets tangled, soaked with sweat and slick with our combined cum. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, and the thrill of knowing how thoroughly we’d used each other made me shiver with satisfaction.

Third Encounter: Slammed and Stuffed

Little did my second friend know, my third would be at my place in less than half an hour-and I was still a good thirty-five minutes away. Sometimes, life is about savoring every moment, every connection, and every secret thrill. As I drove home, my friend called to say he was running late at work but asked if he could stay the night. I said yes, knowing it would give us more time to enjoy each other.

By the time he arrived, I’d cleaned up and slipped into an oversized shirt, still feeling the cum of two other men dripping from my pussy. The air between us was electric as he poured wine for both of us, his eyes roaming over me with open hunger. He admitted to taking Cialis, though we both knew he didn’t need it-his desire for me was enough.

He carried me to my bedroom and slammed his dick into my pussy with a force that made me gasp, my legs spreading wide to take him as deep as possible. He was relentless, fucking me with wild abandon, the thrill of being so thoroughly used making me dizzy with pleasure. Again, no condoms-just raw, passionate sex, every sensation magnified. He came in my pussy twelve times, each orgasm leaving me more wrecked, more desperate, fuller. My clit and pussy lips were swollen, my pussy stretched and aching, my cervix sore from the sheer volume of his cum. We screamed each other’s names, bodies slick with sweat, never quite coming down from the last climax before the next began. By morning, I was exhausted, my body marked by every wild, passionate moment, my pussy overflowing with the cum of three different men.

Aftermath

Spent and satisfied, I knew I’d need to spend part of the day resting-letting my body recover, gathering my strength. I’d nap in the guest room, washing both sets of sheets for later use, because everyone deserves to sleep on cum-free sheets. The anticipation of being shared by several men tonight at a friend’s house made me smile as I drifted off, loving the control I have over my body and the pleasures I choose to embrace.