SOCIAL DISTANCING FAIL (The COVID Chronicles Part 1)

It was official; states across America were locking down to avoid the global pandemic of COVID-19 (the Corona Virus) from devastating their towns. Luckily, my boss had sent us home early on Tuesday. Like everyone else, I, too, was glued to the news on Wednesday and Thursday. On Friday morning, with the news confirming that this virus was a long way from being over, I remembered I had masks and Lysol at my office. (I had a co-worker that was always sick. One day I got fed up with her germs, so I went onto Amazon.com; I purchased 100 masks, three cans of Lysol, and a big jar of hand sanitizer. She wasn’t sick for the next month. Then COVID 19 came through with a vengeance. I threw on some leggings, a hoodie, my mask, gloves, and headed to the train. I decided to take the Q train because I knew it would be the quickest and possibly the emptiest train— I just had no idea how empty.   

I made it onto the train just before the car doors closed. Unfortunately, I bumped into a guy that was standing in the doorway; he was tall with a lean body. I apologized a few times, and he replied, with a sexy voice, “No problem, beautiful.” Was he flirting during a pandemic? I could feel his eyes tracing the curves of my legs, but I figured he wouldn’t approach me. We locked eyes, and when I saw the shape of his mask wrinkle, I knew I wasn’t alone in my attraction. After 86^th Street, the train came to a slow stop, and the announcer said, “This train is being held due to a sick passenger on the train ahead. Sorry for the inconvenience.” Knowing it was going to be a longer ride than expected, I decided to sit. I turned on my R&B 90s playlist and closed my eyes.  

A tap awakened me; I opened my eyes to see the guy standing over me. 

“I just had to tell you, your body looks amazing in those leggings.” 

“Thank you,” I replied. 

“Your scent is very intoxicating, as well.” 

I couldn’t see myself, but I was sure my cheeks were turning red. “Is that so?” I flirted back. 

“Yes. Coming across a woman with such an intoxicating scent is a turn-on. Can you see what it’s doing to me?”  

I was so busy staring into his deep dark eyes, and being aroused by his full lips, that I didn’t realize his pants were getting tighter.  

“Do you smell like that everywhere?” He asked.  

Thinking what my answer would be, I could feel my body heat beginning to rise. 

“I’ve never had any complaints,” I replied. He smiled in response. 

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to find out.” 

He extended his gloved hand to me and raised me from my seat. Towering over me, he bent over and inhaled at my neck; his facial hair tickled me in the process. His body moved closer to mine, and I could feel his dick pressing against my stomach. He inhaled down the length of my body. When he arrived at my pussy, he used his left hand to caress my ass; then he bent my leg to lift it onto the seat. He lowered down and buried his nose deep into my crotch. I wasn’t sure what had come over me. Maybe it was the pandemic or the fact that I was horny and finally about to live out a fantasy. All I knew was if the world was coming to an end, I might as well enjoy the ride. When he came up, the smile on his face was pure sex.  

He asked, ”May I?” then I slid down my pants.  

He hoisted me up onto his shoulders and, for dear life, I held on to the overhead bar. With my leggings pulled down to my knees, he slipped his head in between my pants and began to devour my pussy. All my push-ups had come in handy because a month ago I could barely do a pull-up. Although it was a struggle, I was able to hold myself up as he licked and sucked my clit to a trembling orgasm. When he lowered me back to the floor, I saw that his dick was rock hard. I pushed him against the car door. I removed my gloves and grabbed his dick from his pants. His dick was nothing short of fantastic. I squatted down, licked my lips, and moved in for the kill. I inched my way down the length of his dick and cupped his balls in my hand. He placed his hand behind my head and pushed my mouth farther down the length of his dick, and with every motion, my pussy grew wetter. Between the sounds of my slurping he yelled, “Fuck” and “Shit”. Inside I knew, I was probably giving him some of the best head he had in his life. 

“God! I wish I could bend you over and fuck you right now!” He said 

I pulled his dick from my mouth, “I thought you’d never ask.” 

He removed his gloves, pulled me up, then groped my ass as he bit at my neck. He bent down to lick at my wet pussy; then he bent me over. I could see our reflections in the window as he slid his dick into me. The welcomed pressure of his dick entering my pussy forced me to close my eyes and savor the moment. I lowered my head like a rag-doll as he took control of my body; with every thrust, my head jerked up and down. He whispered for me to put my mask on, which I did, then he told me to look up. I looked into the glass and his eyes. As his thrusts started to slow down and get deeper, my moans got longer. He would completely exit my pussy to admire the gaping hole he left, then ram it back in, to make me scream in ecstasy. The train had started to move, and he began to pick up his pace. He reached one hand around my neck, and the other gripped my hoodie, and he proceeded to pound into me. In the race for him to have his orgasm, I had become his sexual rag doll. He thrust into me over and over; then I heard him scream, “I’m gonna cum!” With a few more thrusts, he walked back and emptied his dick on the floor. I looked at the reflection of a total stranger in the window and said to myself —What the Fuck! I could tell he was thinking the same. 

I pulled up my pants and eased my body into a seated position. He put his dick back into his pants and sat back down to catch his breath. With the train entering the 72^nd street station, we stared each other down. Before the doors opened, all he could get out was, “Damn! You got some good pussy!” I smiled and said, “So I’ve been told.” He chuckled. When the doors opened, he got up and exited the train, keeping his eyes on me as he left. When the doors closed and the train pulled out of the station, I put my headphones back in and closed my eyes. 

I jolted awake when I heard the announcement and felt the wind from the open door at 42^nd street. I jumped up and ran off the train just as the doors closed behind me. Walking up the stairs, my body felt weak and my pussy was moist. I asked myself, “Did I just fuck a total stranger on the train, or did I dream it?” 

CORSET. COLLAR. LINGERIE (Part 2)

I’ve always loved chokers. When they were a thing in the 90s I thought they were quite sexy. They had a resurgence a few years ago; but I decided to upgrade to a Collar.

COLLAR 

Last year when I decided to be more adventurous, I had joined a group on meetup. I was over meeting vanilla men on regular dating apps so I figured the men on an app for Swingers & Erotic Events, would be more up my alley. However, once I joined; the men that reached out to me dried up my juices quicker than the desert sun. Between the cornballs that were broke and just wanted to fuck and the grandpas looking for “a sweet young thang like me” YUCK! I removed myself from the group, with the quickness.  

A year later, riding the wave of my first successful sex party, I decided to rejoin the group and see what they had to offer. Through the app, I ended up speaking to a guy we’ll call “J”, and we agreed to meet up at the party. The event was promoted as BDSM, fetish, and kink. So, when I RSVPd, I expected a night of whips and chains, hot wax and bondage. I even went to Pleasure Chest and got a leather spiked collar for the occasion. The dress I made was similar to the first, but longer and the zipper was in the back. I learned my lesson from the first party to not wear full tights. So, over my lime green thong I donned garter style thigh-high fishnets, for easier access. 

I took an uber to the venue and I arrived a little after 9pm. I ascended the stairs and luckily for females, the price, when I arrived was free… ALL HAIL THE PUSSY! I checked my coat and went up the next flight of stairs to the main level. My dress was already a hit with the bouncers, as they told asked me to “walk slowly” up the stairs, which I happily and enticingly did. Entering the room, I immediately saw the NO CELL PHONES signs posted everywhere. I chatted it up with the bartender for a bit, as it was still quit early and only a handful of people were present. I stepped into the bathroom to snap a picture of my outfit where green lighting did wonders. The combination of my cleavage and collar looked fabulous. I returned to the main room; there was a random arrangement of couches, love-seats, and on the wall was outdated porn. Seeing to action going on, I sat on the sofa and watched the porn.  

I started a conversation with a female next to me on the sofa. She worked in hospitality, traveled often, and attended parties to be a voyeur. She had relationships with a DOM and was a SUB; and with certain men she would be DOM. A little into our conversation, a guy came and sat in between us. We later learned that he was from Italy, and he had attended other sex clubs in the city. So, I asked him how he ended up here and his response was, he was out and was bored- Ok, I guess? I picked his brain as to why on a Saturday night, he would choose to spend $140 to attend a sex club; especially since this one was looking to be a less than eventful; to which he really had no answer. We continued talking and watched the outdated porn. When the BDSM exhibition opened at 11:30pm, he went upstairs and the girl and I continued to talk. We talked a little more then, we decided to go upstairs and check out the show as well.  

Once upstairs we walked into the room where a man was getting whipped on an X-board and a female “DOM” was giving massage orders to her male subjects to rub her feet, and such. We watched the scene for a while then grew disinterested. We started conversations with male partygoers and when I lost interest, I went back downstairs. I had to remove my shoes to go down the stairs because they were, once again, narrow deathtraps. What was it with sex clubs and death-defying staircases? Once I got back to the main level I sat back down and watched some more porn. It was around 1pm when I called it quits. I went to the bathroom and saw that J had messaged me. I told him I was leaving and to meet me at Ampersand, because I was hungry. 

I retrieved my coat and walked outside; only to find it was raining. Ampersand was only a few blocks away but I was in 5” platform heels and the concept of walking in the rain was not a sexy scene, so I took an Uber 6 blocks. When I walked in a lady, who was beyond intoxicated, drowned me with compliments; and I happily accepted every last one of them. After the party being such a bore, I needed something, anything to pick me up. From my hair, to my glasses, my coat, and down to my shoes; she noticed and called out every detail of my ensemble. I sat down at the bar and took of my coat and I immediately felt like a high-priced escort. If a patron had approached me at the bar he might have went home with a sexy-chocolate surprise on his arm. I ordered a drink with the bartender while I waited for J to arrive.  

When J finally arrived, he looked nothing of what I expected; but he was still good looking. The conversation flowed like water on a river as we joked about the party. He had attended a few before in Connecticut and New Jersey; but this was his first in New York- huge let down! In conversation I disclosed to him that I had herpes and we talked about his sexual escapades over the years. By the time I was on by the third tequila cocktail on the list I was intoxicated and my hunger grew to starvation. We paid our respected bills, he walked me out, waited for my Uber to arrive, then kissed me on my cheek goodbye.  

I took an Uber to Cafeteria, because I knew they would be open and I was starved beyond logic; and I needed food in me with the quickness. But, of course, when I arrived at 3am, there was a line around the corner. Thank god for being a single female, I walked past the crowd, and was told I could sit at the bar; which is exactly what I did. I ordered my food, ate, and when I was finished, I took an Uber back home. I undressed, and passed out in bed. 

The next day J reached out to me and we talked some more. We exchanged Instagrams and we’ve been in contact since. He wants to “play” someday in the future and explore some things both he and I have been wanting to do sexually, and I’m totally looking forward to it. 

In the end, I guess the party wasn’t a total bust. I got a sexy collar for BDSM play, I have a new bar to add to my list, and I met a new potential partner. It was explained to me early on that, not every party was going to be a total sex scene, and I was ok with that.  

So, what! I didn’t get to explore that night; I had a date with BDE Sunday afternoon and I was certain he wouldn’t disappoint. 

PART 3 Lingerie (Next Week)