Girl on the Net

I confess I’ve never tried sex supplements, but this week’s guest blogger has. ‘A’ has dropped by to share a hot story about what happened when she and her partner both embarked on a sexy experiment. As she put it herself in her original pitch email: “You know when you’re sceptical about something but you try it anyway and then the results are *far* better than expected?!” How could I possibly resist a guest blog with an opener like that?! As this is about pills, I need to include a disclaimer that it does not constitute recommendation/medical advice. Instead please enjoy it for what it is: a hot tale about two people who decided to indulge their curiosity…

Sex supplements: a sexy experiment

One night, while he was trying to watch football, I was sending him various reviews about sex supplements. We’re curious people you see, curious people who were planning a “dirty weekend” in London. I’m also rather cynical, especially when it comes to pills or creams which promise to enhance sex. So there I am, sending him reviews, imagining his cock hardening and that little flash of desire lighting up his eyes thinking about what this experiment might bring.

The sex supplement experiment

We met up at the train station and a little way into the journey, we took our respective pills. We teased each other all the way down, getting an extra kick about half-way into our journey.

I can feel the desire stirring more than ever and am acutely aware of how wet I am, hoping that I haven’t soaked through my dress. He is struggling with the biggest, hardest and most obvious bulge I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing.

We have to get off the train, make our way to the tube and then walk to our hotel.

I’m the wettest I’ve ever been, my desire is thudding through my body, and he… he’s the shyest I’ve ever seen him. He’s almost embarrassed. He’s trying to cover his obscene hard-on with his bag. I’m positively gleeful! Usually it’s him making me squirm – whispering dirty things to me, calling me a good girl, giving me that look. He knows me and knows how to get me but now that power isn’t there, and my sadistic side is coming out.

Soon enough though, lust becomes the one, pounding, fucking obvious thing.

The hotel is too far away.

We need to fuck and we need to fuck now.

We’re looking for anywhere we can sneak a quick orgasm, and there’s nowhere. Absolutely nowhere. But then we spot a park. We can’t cross the road fast enough. We get to the top and I see a nice patch of grass in the middle and get a flash of fucking him there, right in the open. We make it down the stairs, sit on a bench and he whispers things to me as my breathing gets heavier…

and.
I.
Come.
I come.

From his words.

I was trying not to. I even looked at the squirrels and tried to count them (there were two!).

Some of the tension releases for me, and I feel like I can concentrate a little more. I can walk a bit better, though I am still completely taken by and hungry for his cock and want to pounce on him as soon as I can.

At the hotel

Finally, we get to the hotel. We check in, which seems to take forever, and my normal self comes back momentarily as I become a little shy. I’m wondering if they, and the builders that we walk past, know that we’re gonna tear into each other as soon as we get to our room.

The door opens, hands and lips are everywhere, we insert the card for the lights, he backs me up to the bed and an Adele song comes on the TV – not the kind of song you fuck to but amusing and memorable all the same.

I climb on him, fuck him and release the several hours of lust, passion, desire, tension that has built up between us. Literally. There isn’t a time between us now that I don’t squirt – either by his fingers, or me fucking him, and occasionally, him fucking me. But this time ladies and gentleman, I gushed. Everywhere. I couldn’t stop squirting. Nor could we stop fucking. He stayed hard for what seemed like forever, even after he’d come. The bed was creaking, we were knackered and sore and soaked and still we fucked.

The next day, we met up in the evening, and went to a restaurant. Ever curious, I took a pill but he didn’t. He’d had a conference that day and we were both knackered from the night before. I felt a similar stirring but it more or less disappeared as our night changed into something softer and more intimate.

Another time, another place

A few months later, he took the same sex supplement and I tried a different one. We were at mine so we didn’t have the same build up as we did in London but our passions were just as strong. The lust and desire built and built as we fucked more and more and I squirted and came hard each and every time. We fucked for so long, until he nearly choked on my hair, and as I rolled off him, we burst into giggles.

Your mileage may vary

All I can do is speak for us, and for us, I think it built upon something that is already shining bright. We’re very passionate people, the spark is always there and the sex between us is the most intense, fulfilling and satisfying I’ve ever experienced. We were both open to these pills – to them working or not, to them being miracles or placebos, but we were also cynical. Or maybe just me, as I’d read hundreds of good, meh and bad reviews.

As with everything, particularly sex related, your mileage may vary.