101 Ways to Get Stuffed

Number 3, A Good Morning After

Dear Diary,

Eric is dreamy… he brought me coffee in bed. His bed. The guest room or the sofa were also on offer but we have done the dirty twice so a bit of ‘sleep and snuggle’ was reasonable. Damn I love a snuggle, and his skin smells so nice. Probably the best sleep I’ve had in a while. I’m sipping away at my coffee and Eric is nosing through my list (shirtless I might add).

“How ya sleep?” Eric lazed on the bed next to me.

“So, good. You?” I had bed hair and morning breath but Eric was so chill it hadn't even occurred to me to be bothered. Although now I actually had coffee breath.

“A lot better than I have lately in all honesty.” Eric stared at the ceiling. “You busy today?”

“Nope, no work today. Wanna hang out?” I sipped my coffee, heart pounding, heat pooling between my legs like I was some s*x crazed hoe. The words coming out of my mouth were genuine, like it might be nice to go bowling or to an art gallery or something but my body was having other ideas. Silly body, the list wasn’t a race. Down girl.

“Got a training sesh later but I’m down to hand ‘til then. Whatcha talking?” Eric smiled at me.

“Dunno, we could bowl or …”

“Mini golf?” Eric cut in, excited.

“Sure, but I warn you I’m a sore loser. You better be prepared to buy me ice cream!” I swallowed the last of my coffee. “Need to swing home first and get some fresh clothes.”

“Ok, you wanna meet there or shall we swing by your’s together?” Eric took the empty cup from my hands, putting it on the bedside table.

“I’ll be quick so we can just take one car. How about you drive, then you can just drop me here later to grab my car?” Or maybe you can drive me right now…

“Sounds great.” He stretched. “Breakfast?”

“Perfect!” I moved to get up but Eric stopped me.

“Breakfast?” He asked in a different tone. That sexy, husky tone with predatory eyes. He ran a finger teasingly down one arm creating a line of goosebumps.

“Um, kinda got to pee first…” My face heated as I looked at the hunk next to me.

“How bad?” He asked without blinking. What a weird question!

“Um, like reasonably.” I laughed with embarrassed nervousness. Eric slipped his hands between the sheets and lightly pressed on my bladder. “What the heck, dude?” I exclaimed surprised and a little weirded out.

“Sorry I should have explained myself first, I noticed you had Urolagnia on the list.” Eric shrugged like that explained everything.

“Eric, I don’t have the foggiest, Svetlana put that on the list.” I watched his face go beet red.

“Oh my God, I’m really sorry, I just kinda assumed you knew what all these things were. Um, Urolagnia, commonly known as Golden Showers or piss play…”

“You want me to piss on you?!?” Wow, totally unexpected, 100% outside my comfort zone.

“Cool it.” His hands went up in surrender. “I didn’t mean to freak you out, clearly you’re not ready for that one!”

“No kidding.” I calmed down.

“How about something less but still skirting the same page…” Eric waited for me to nod before continuing. “You ever had s*x on a full bladder?”

“No… isn’t that going to make me pee?” I knew I looked perplexed.

“Shouldn’t do, should just feel really intense.”

“Alright then…” Nerves tingled all over my body, “You’ll stop though if I don’t like it?” I gulped feeling suddenly vulnerable.

“Always.” A furrowed brow indicated his seriousness. “Stop isn’t a good safe word though, you cool with using the colour codes? Red for stop, yellow for pause and green for go? You’ll need them for some of the stuff on your list anyway.”

“Ok, yeh, like traffic lights. That's really easy to remember.” I was poised somewhere between leaping out of bed or leaping into Eric’s arms.

“So you want to try this? I’ll put it on the list.” Eric waited patiently. What was I getting so flustered about, it was just ‘normal’ (each to their own on that word) s*x? Easy.

“Ok but if you make me wet myself you have to move to another country… after you buy me ice cream.” I grinned, putting a little bravado over my fluttering heart.

#Number 94, s*x on a full bladder.

“Depends…” He scooted closer, “do I get to lick the ice cream off of anywhere?” The whispered words were lapping between my legs and that familiar feeling of want was growing.

“Well it is on the list…” I whispered back. His lips were hot on mine in an instant, moving with a slow burning need. Expertly that sexy mouth of his assaulted mine. It begged for entrance and I, of course, permitted it. His tongue delved into my mouth and his hands found my flesh. Quickly I was becoming lost in him, the heat of his skin, the firmness of his hands, the way he kissed me as if each kiss was the most important thing he had ever done.

Hands cupped my breasts, massaging them, kneading that softness until I felt like I would melt. A hand drifted down, lightly brushing over my stomach before seeking the hot slickness between my legs. There were no panties blocking the eger fingers as I had slept entirely naked. While I moaned into his mouth, his fingers worked. They pushed deep wiggling, pressing, teasing and testing my full bladder.

“Is that ok?” Eric mumbled against my lips.

“Ummm, good.” I uttered back, almost unable to find words.

“Ready for the main event?” He added another finger making me squeal with pleasure.

“God, yes.” I breathed the words. Eric teased my legs further apart and climbed between. His hot throbbing d**k skimmed my thigh in the process. My hips were rolling, begging.

“Hold on a sec.” I heard a draw open and a packed crinkle. “These have a menthol lube, feels tingly, sound good?”

“Mmmm, f**k, just hurry up.” My breathy chuckle filled the air. He slipped it on and then slipped inside of me. “Christ, your d**k is huge.” I panted, hips pushed up taking all of him.

“Compliment or complaint?” He whispered in my ear.

“Co-oom,” He moved, making me choke on the word (from the pleasure, you dirty Diary, he hadn’t speared me all the way through) “pliment.”

“You remember your safe words?” A slight shift had me gasping again. Was this really just missionary position? Wow, who thought such a vanilla position could be so good but then when you think about it vanilla beans are pretty exotic… ok off topic. Back to me on my back stuffed full of Eric’s huge snake.

“Yeh, red and stuff…” My hips taking charge and moving on their own.

“I suppose that will do for today, next time I might have to punish you for not remembering.” He growled and pulled back so just the tip was in me.

“Please, Eric…” My needy hips were trying but I couldn’t quite get more of him. The lube was tingling inside me adding to the feeling of an itch that needed to be scratched. “Ugoh.” I gasped as his c**k slammed into me full force. Over and over he pulled back expertly only to drive his length back in. Eric made me into a melted symphony of moans and nonsense utterances. The pleasure hot and different as my full bladder was prodded by his c**k.

“Oh f**k, Nell, I’m gonna c*m soon.” He panted. I whimpered. I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t done. I wanted more and I wanted to c*m. He stopped. I looked up at his face, eyes closed, lips pursed.

“You ok?” I said through heavy breaths.

“Yeah, yeah, I just er, yeah realised you weren’t there yet.” I swear to God the words floated straight into my heart. “Here.” He adjusted my position and brought his body closer before starting a slightly slower less forceful pounding of my lady garden.

“Oooh, ooo, yes!” The pleasure rolled over me, tingly and extra hot from the special condom, stronger and deeper from the extra friction of his pubic bone rocking against my clit. “Errrriiic.” I moaned. “I’m close, I’m so close. T-tell me, tell me how much you want to c*m in me.”

“Nell, Nell,” He said my name desperately while I clawed at his muscly back, “I wanna pump you full, I w-a-ant t-t exposed inside you. F-feel me c*m, Nell.”

“F–fffuck.” Hips bucking, back arching pressing my body against him I came; shaking and gasping. Between my legs Eric pushed a little deeper, I felt the strength of his release and heard his cry of pleasure. His thick c**k, filling my hole, pulsed and throbbed as his spunk squirted out.

So… s*x with a full bladder is a YES. I think I need to put scores next to the items on my list. Not rating the s*x, but rating how much I personally liked it. So far all the s*x has been great but would I want to have s*x in a club bathroom again? No. Do I want to f**k on a full bladder again? f**k yes.

Well Diary, in case you were wondering - I did in fact lose at mini golf and Eric bought me ice cream (cherry). On the way back to my car he made a small detour and pointed out a place where he assured me I could safely tick off number 44… a massage with a happy ending. I totally need to get my f**k on with someone else tbf. Eric is spoiling me but it’s not fair that I’m taking up all his time and it’s not really much of an adventure if it turns into a bf/gf situation - or is it? I dunno but I’ve got my gob job date with Jack the day after tomorrow and the name of the spa that does happy endings. They are so legit it is unreal. I can book online and everything. Like it doesn’t specify but Eric showed me what to book and gave me a redemption code to put in the notes.

Roll on next week because 44 sounds amazing. Lord above, I booked myself in at the clinic as well. Gonna get fully tested, set up a schedule and talk about birth control. I’m not really sure I want to be pumping myself full of hormones. Obviously I know millions of women are using the pill ect everyday but have you seen the side effects list? Clots and cancer are the high risks (rare but still), then common side effects are tender boobs, headaches, mood swings. Apparently these are minor! Well excuse me but who wrote this list? Tender boobs are no joke and I don’t want to be having baseless mood swings like I’ve regressed to being some emotionally inept toddler.

Birth control is great, like totally, so don’t get me wrong Diary I’m not bashing it. Power to women and autonomy over our own bodies etc but it’s still such a copout. Recently I read an article where they were talking about an oral contraceptive for men… and guess what? They want it to be a non-hormonal solution, why? Because f*****g with hormones sucks! At least that's my opinion anyway. There are plenty of options so each to their own. I’m thinking I want an IUD. Still has risks but isn’t hormonal, works straight away and can easily be removed if I hate it. Also I feel better saying to Eric here feel my strings, I have an IUD than ‘trust me’ I’m taking the pill. Haha.

Maybe I’ll want kids one day but no way am I interested in trapping someone with a kid. Ok Diary I gotta stop cos I’m ranting…