Sometimes it is what you say

This post will contain two stories, both will be relatively short, but will certainly prove my point that it is sometimes what is said. Both stories do involve sexual acts, and the first perfectly illustrates how a simple three word phrase can be completely hot:

When I was stationed down in Goose Creek, South Carolina, I started dating a local girl who lived off base. For the life of me, I cannot remember where we met, or even what her name is; only that she was completely sexually uninhibited. One evening after a movie, we started making out on the sofa. Our acts quickly moved from simple kissing to me caressing her breasts, to full on groping of each others respective sexual organs. We hurried into her bedroom and jumped on the bed, furthering our sexual acts to involve mouths, tongues, fingers and hands. Both now aching for sexual penetration, I went into the bathroom to grab a condom. When I returned, I found her on all fours, her ass and pussy facing the doorway, masturbating. As I rolled on the condom, she looked over her shoulder and moaned to me “MMMM, either hole.”, then turned back around and continued masturbating.

The second story will illustrate how saying something, meant to be hot, in a funny or odd way can sometimes change the mood:

This story takes place in Groton, Connecticut where I was stationed for a short time. Unlike the first story I do remember where I met this girl, though I do not remember her name. When I was stationed up in Groton, I would routinely head over to Mystic, yes where Mystic Pizza was filmed, to hang out, primarily at a cool coffee shop there. I became somewhat of a regular and would converse with the people who came in and out. One day, a cute girl was sitting outside sipping on some coffee and going through some of her things. She dropped a picture and I bent down to pick it up for her. Glancing at it, I noticed what appeared to be the drummer in the band I left at home. As I handed it to her I inquired how she knew my friend Spencer. She replied in a very cute French accent that his name was not Spencer; it was a friend back home in Canada. After conversing for a while, we exchanged phone numbers and set up a date at a local restaurant in town.

We met for dinner, and had a good time, even through her broken English and decently thick accent, we had good conversations. As we got out to my car, I put the top down, turned the music on and we cruised around for a little bit. There was a beautiful spot I knew about that was down a dirt road through a small patch of woods that came out to a nice sandy beach which overlooked parts of Mystic and a marina. We got out of the car and laid out an oversized towel on the beach and continued our conversation.

Being horny young adults, the conversation did not last too long in favor of making out. Under the clear night sky, we began to explore each others bodies. I quickly learned she did not like to wear underwear under her skirts, she learned that I liked boxers. I, loving to give oral sex, laid her down and at her pussy until she reached orgasm. She, a believer in fair and even trade, sat up and laid me down on my back. She began by slowly jerking me off then lowered her head and began giving me a blow job. Her long hair was brushing against my stomach as her head was moving up and down, and all around. Knowing then the etiquette, I warned her that I was getting close to cumming. She lifted her eyes up and looked at me, then slowly removed my cock from her mouth so it was just in front of her lips. As she was looking in my eyes, slowly jerking me off, she said, “It’s okay, I swallow da spermies.” then lowered her head and continued blowing me. Now, while it did not break the mood completely, it took all I had to not openly laugh, I think about it now and I still chuckle.

As I said, it is sometimes what you say. Both situations were extremely hot, both women were very sexy, but what they chose to say at the moment brought about completely different reactions.