Passionate Sex With a Stranger: Finding a Seductive, Poetic Lover

There’s something so liberating about letting your body feel passion in the heat of the moment

It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I’m used to a lot of rough sex. Dirty, raw fucking makes up majority of my sexual experiences. So when I had passionate sex with a stranger recently, my whole fucking body melted into oblivion. I closed my eyes and let my body breathe in their unique essence. Exploring the hills on unknown terrain and making love to each imperfection found. It was the most intimate orgasm I’ve ever had with a woman…

It was a Friday night, and a college party was going down at a sorority house close to campus. After the past few weeks I had, I was honestly feeling a bit partied-out. But I agreed to go anyways and wore a cute, tight dress to the occasion. Definitely wasn’t planning on having any passionate sex with a stranger. So I let my “friends with benefits” bend me over in his dorm before heading out. Dirty pervert stole my panties and put them in his pocket before we headed inside. I guess I didn’t mind it much. Afterall he did leave me a nice cream pie, so it was the least I could offer.

I’m used to those meaningless hook-ups, and don’t have the pleasure of experiencing passionate sex often.

The place was packed with cute college girls and their boy toys. I wandered my way in-between strange bodies and intoxicated idiots. Typical college party, with loud music, pretty young ladies and liquor. But there was a specific stranger that caught my attention. I’d never seen her at these parties before. A typical English major, with those nerdy glasses, a cute smile and huge tits. But it wasn’t her boobs that caught my attention, it was her alluring voice.

I noticed her on the stair case, with a drink in her hand and a crowd in front of her. She appeared to be giving some sort of lecture, but I quickly realized she was spewing some of the most beautiful poetry I’ve ever heard a drunk girl string together. I wanted to know more about this passionate stranger before me. Who the fuck shares poetry at a college party? Her beautiful brain intrigued me. I never thought I’d end up having passionate sex with a stranger, but I could feel the passion bleeding out of her in each word she spoke…made me feel intoxicated with lust, like she was speaking a love spell only I could hear.

Passionate sex with a stranger made me feel something I’ve never felt before.

So of course I introduced myself to her by reciting a poem of my own;
“Would it be weird to say I’m desperately craving the taste of your mind?
We’re on the brink of sobriety,
so let me sip your secrets just one time,
and when you finally lay me down,
I’ll let you inside…
But I’d never be able to just fuck you,
when I’m desperate to make love with your mind.”

I could tell by her smile, and that devious glare in her eye that she could feel the sexual tension rising between us strangers. One conversation led to another and we wandered away to somewhere more quiet. That’s when I realized how badly I wanted passionate sex with this stranger I just met. Her passionate, intelligent, and seductive ways had me hooked.

Within seconds of being behind closed doors, she was on me. With lips pressed against my neck, She spoke filthy words in the most poetic way. I felt practically paralyzed in pleasure. She lifted my dress and grinded her hips in rhythm with mine. Adrenaline I felt from my heart traveled down into my sweet pussy, making her throb and leak. I had no choice but to let myself melt into her. “Good girl” she whispered in my ear, before sliding off her panties and putting her pussy lips against mine, already exposed. It was the most passionate sex with a stranger I’d ever had.

She seemed to want more and more…

It’s wasn’t till she was kissing her way down in-between my legs that I remembered why my tight little hole was so creamy already. She had just been rubbing her naked pussy on my already cum-covered clit without even knowing it. So bad, I know, but so fucking hot. One of the hazards of having sex with a stranger I suppose. But I couldn’t let her eat my used up wet juicy pussy without telling her though. So I grabbed her chin and made her look up at me, do you like eating a good cream pie? She smiled back at me and without hesitation said “I fucking love cream pies”

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