101 Ways to Get Stuffed

Number 2, It Doesn't Have To Be In Order.

Dear Diary,

I don’t know what to tell you. Svetlana was super into my list idea but not the execution. I had only written 1 to 20 but with Svetlana’s additions I’m now up to 74. I’m feeling a little pale reading some of them but I'm thinking I’ll do the easy ones first. Not necessarily all of them but just to get warmed up you know?

I’ve got Eric’s number and he has been texting me to hook up/ hang out again so maybe he can help me cross a few off. Svetlana disagrees with the first one I crossed off though.

#1 Getting it on in a club with a stranger

Her argument was that I knew his name, so not a stranger… and that should be a separate item on my list. Like wow - having s*x with someone and not knowing their name. That’s next level and I don’t think I’m ready.

What I am down for though is #16 shower s*x. So yeah, I’m kinda texting Eric right now… and like I don’t want to be a tool about it either I'm mean like ye ok… Eric does porn for a living, but he’s a person, not just a d**k. No matter how magnificent of a d**k it is… really thick and long and hard and… damn Diary I’m drooling. Well, wish me luck, he texted me back and we are going to meet for coffee.

Yes! I know I just said I want to jump his bone in the shower but I’m an adult and he is an adult and I’m hoping he will get it. I don’t want some dramatic movie situation going on where I’m some jock and he is the girl I took out for a bet. You know what I mean.

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“Carlos, I’m going out, I might be back really late or not at all so you can have the bed if you want and I'll have the sofa - if I come back. Then I would have to worry about waking you up.” Damn I’m too nice, but then again… Carlos isn’t an ass, so, fair…

“Nell,” He paused his game to speak to me as I unlocked the door, “you are the coolest, like best ex-g down to the f I’ve ever had.”

“Umm, thanks… you’ve been pretty swell yourself…” I shrugged and left the apartment with a spring in my step.

The coffee shop was a busy quiet place, you know the type. Enough people that you don’t feel like you’re being watched but at the same time not so many that you can’t get a seat or have to yell.

“Hey, Nell.” Eric greeted, kissing my cheek before taking a seat. “Thanks for getting my order.” He sipped his caramel latte with joyful satisfaction. “What you get? Hope there aren’t any strawberries in it…” He joked.

“Ha, ha, very funny. It’s a hazelnut hot chocolate.” I rolled my eyes and sipped my own drink.

“You come here often…” Eric asked, grinning like an i***t.

“Seriously?” I giggled, my hot chocolate making waves that threatened to spill over the edge.

“Hey,” He put his hands up, “don’t knock it ‘till you’ve tried it…”

“Alright then.” s**t, what had gotten into me, one dirty f**k in a club bathroom and I was suddenly Ms Confidence, graduating class of ‘22. Spotting a handsome guy on his own at a table in the corner I gave Eric a cheeky wink and walked right over, sliding into the empty seat.

“Can I help you…Miss?” Loner guy asked. He looked nice, 40’s maybe, tidy brown hair, glasses, shirt and tie - office type.

“Yeah, I was just wondering if you come here often…?” I bit my lip for good measure.

“Most days…” He nodded, confused.

“My first time.” There was a smile on my lips that just didn’t want to go away. My heart was pounding with excitement and I could feel Eric’s eyes on me. “What’s good on the menu?”

“Aren’t you with that guy over there?” Office guy inquired with furrowed brows. He had noticed me though. Nice ego boost, or maybe he was just observant.

“I’m not ‘with’ anyone. Sure we are getting a drink but I can get drinks with other people…” f**k, what on earth was I doing. “Where do you work?”

“Oh, er, Sawyer and Sawyer end of the block. I’m a lawyer. Insurance Lawyer - it’s not glamorous.” He admitted.

“Do you have your own office…?” Damn Nell, you gone done it now. My brain was having a punch up between excitement and sensibility.

“Um, yeh I do…” He lowered his head just a touch and adjusted his glasses.

“Can I get your number… your personal number…?” I purred, sliding his drink towards myself and taking a sip. Mocha, yum.

“I’m sorry young lady but I think you should probably go back to your own table.” He took his drink back. “I’m a little old for you and well that nice young man is waiting for you.”

“Well, we are both adults and if your age bothered me I wouldn’t have come over… you see I’m on an adventure and I have this list.” I took it out of my pocket and pointed to number 11, Office fantasy. Bold, Nell, be bold. You're a Goddess. A go-getter. “I was hoping you might help me out with this one, I’d love to kneel under your desk and give you a blow job.”

The man said nothing, he took a card from his jacket that was hung over the chair, then a pen and with a shaking hand he wrote down his number and handed it over.

“Thank you, Jack.” I read the name off the card.

“And you are?” Jack asked, finding his voice.

“Nell.” I gave him a big smile and went to get up.

“Is that it? You don’t want to know anything else?” Jack blinked in disbelief.

“Is there something else I should know?” I shrugged. It was just a blow job, I’d never quite propositioned someone like that before but there had been a few impromptu gob jobs that I’d given out.

“Well, you know what Nell, I’m not even sure myself.” He tittered nervously.

“Wednesday, 10.30?” I opened my phone and added it to my calendar while he nodded. “See you then - Jack.” I went back to Eric who was looking at me open mouthed.

“Nell! That was crazy.” Eric said, a little agitated. “What were you thinking?!”

“I was thinking I needed to try out that cheesy line and then things got interesting.” I sipped my hot chocolate with teasing eyes. “Look Eric, I’m going to cut right to the chase. I asked that guy if I could give him a blow job under his desk at work.”

“You did what?” Eric’s eyes were threatening to pop out of his face.

“You see, I’m going on an adventure, a s****l journey of self discovery and I have this list. I started it yesterday and Svetlana helped me write some of them.” I handed it over. “I wanted to talk to you about it and not just jump your bone. I’m not looking for anything serious, just some fun and I don’t want to mislead you or make you feel used.”

“Ok, wow, I’m pretty sure I can guess which of these Svetlana put on the list.” He wiggled his perfect eyebrows. “Look Nell, I don’t think this is safe, especially if you are going to be propositioning strangers. Not just the risk of rape but STD’s too.”

“I’m not dumb, hence I’m meeting Jack at his office and it’s just a blow job.” I watched Jack get up from his table, he put the empty cup and saucer on the counter leaving the table nice and tidy.

“Ok, well I suppose if this is what you want to do…” He put his hand out. “You got a pen ‘cos I can definitely add some.” He shook his head at my madness and rolled his eyes.

“How do you feel about helping me out with some of these?” I asked while he scribbled away.

“What do you mean? Like get busy together or help set some of these up?” He wrote some more.

“Both would be great, I just wanted to be upfront with you about it. I know the industry can be pretty harsh so I didn’t want you thinking I was just treating you like that you know…?” I squirmed, all my brave had run out.

“I see so you wanted me to unequivocally know that you want to treat me like a piece of meat…” Eric stared me down. My mouth went dry and I went bright red and my tongue was lost somewhere, I think it might have been checking out my stomach… like a total chicken. “Relax Nell, I’m pulling your leg. I mean you’re right, I do get a lot of people who think they can just use me ect. but I don’t think you’re like that. I like that you’re honest, it’s refreshing. I’m not looking for anything serious either, a bit of fun would be nice. There is a lot of pressure and having a girlfriend can be almost impossible.”

“I can imagine.” He handed me the list back and I tried not to gulp at some of his entries.

“So, as we are doing this, err,” He waved his hands around looking for what he wanted to say, “thing? I think we need some rules and also I’m going to be upfront with you.”

“Rules?”

“Yeah, just standard s**t, like respecting each other, we can still see whoever else we want, we always use birth control and you have to get regular STD checks. If I’m going to be your piece on the side then the clinic needs to be your new best friend.” He laughed.

“Ok, I'm down with that.” I mean no one wants to go to the clinic but it totally makes sense. “So what do you need to be upfront about?” Eric fiddled with his phone and handed it to me with a video playing (sound off obviously).

“So, err, I understand if you’ve changed your mind about this…” Eric waffled.

“Dude, why would this bother me?” I handed the phone back, a little reluctantly I might add. Nelly likey what she saw…

“Some people get weird about it.” He shrugged, trying not to show how relieved he was.

“Some people would get weird about this…” I waved the list giving him a silly smile. “Fancy helping me out with number 16?” He took the sheet back and glanced at which one I ment. There was a quirk of an eyebrow and the twitch of his lips.

“16 sound great but condoms in the shower don’t always work out, they get oddly dry in my experience. Best to ride that one bareback so I’d be wanting to see your all clear from your new best friend and you need birth control…sorry.” He grimaced. “What about… 27 or 35, or, or even 31!” He stifled a laugh.

“Ok, yeah! Let’s do 31, I mean we practically started it already right?” I giggled behind my own hand.

#31 s*x while watching porn.

Eric’s place had that super modern clean look. Open plan, minimal furniture and technology top to bottom. Everything seemed to be voice activated too. Eric had dimmed the lights, put on music and even locked the door via voice command.

“Take a seat, pick something to watch…” He tossed me a remote along with a sexy smile. “Back in 5, get warmed up if you want.”

“Will do!” I already knew exactly what I wanted to put on. My finger itched as I scrolled through the menus, gauwd, it was tempting to check out his watched list. Video selected and at the ready, I felt antsy. Sheesh, it was one thing talking about this but another sitting on his sofa waiting.

“Not feeling so bold, huh?” Eric strolled in, dressing gown on. “Want a drink to get warmed up?”

“No thanks, I’m mean I know it’s known as a social lubricant but I don’t want to make it a habit. I suppose if I’m actually going to knock this list out I’ll have to get my big girl pants on… well off as the case is!” A nervous chuckle followed my ramblings.

“Are you mocking me or is this what you really want to watch?” He looked between the big screen and my beet red face.

“No mockery here.” Hands up in peace. “The taster you showed me was hot. If it makes you uncomfortable though we can put something else on.”

“Not gonna lie it’s a bit weird but next time I pick.” Eric, hands in robe pockets, lazily c****d one eyebrow.

“Next time?”

“Yeah, in VR. That’s a whole different experience.” Eric twirled the tie of his robe before tugging it loose. “Press play then. Alexa, volume to seven.” Rock music filled the air, its beat becoming my pulse.

My breath was hot and heavy as Eric stepped towards me, shedding his robe as he went. Hungry eyes leared. Damn, he was fit as f**k. What a bod! His muscles had me feeling conscientious of all my squishy bits at the same time as desperate to get my fingers on him. ‘Eyes up front’ he gestured.

I looked to the screen and there he was, twice the size on his knees. Larger than life Eric took hold of the c**k swinging in front of his face while flesh and blood Eric knelt at my knees and began unbuttoning my blouse. There was nothing underneath. The c**k went in his mouth as a hot hand grabbed one of my boobs and a wet mouth enveloped the n****e of the other.

Moaning, I resisted closing my eyes. Instead I honed my focus on the porn playing right in front of me. Eric had been worried that his camera lense captured activities would put me off but it was the total opposite.

Maybe I was weird but watching two guys do the nasty was such a turn on. There was something way more genuine about it than watching a woman squeaking and fake writhing as she took a pounding. T.V Eric was sucking c**k hard, taking the whole length all the way in. I decided to name his on screen well endowed friend ‘Dean’.

Dean had big balls. Hairless and hanging heavy they were swinging back and forth as Dean thrust in and out of Eric’s mouth. f**k, such a turn on. I clenched my thighs, feeling the growing slickness and pounding heat of my arousal. My core was excited, pulsing with demand at the idea of a bulging set of balls slapping against my asshole as a thick d**k filled me up.

Real life Eric was licking and nibbling his way down. He pinched and twisted my n*****s for good measure.

“Umm, yes.” I moaned, hips rolling just a little. “A smidgen harder.” His breath skimmed my flesh, lighting it up with sensation. A hot tongue edged around my belly button making me consider all the other lovely places his tongue could edge around.

Dean knelt down so he could lock lips with Eric. Umhum, yummy! Nell approves. My lady parts were purring as the two men ran their hands over each other's bodies, lingering at the c**k to stroke and fondle. My Eric was tugging down my jeans inch by inch. I don’t even know when he popped the button and downed the zip. Teeth rasped the flesh just above my panty line, nipping and biting playfully.

With a swift tug Eric brought my jeans (along with my wet panties) to my knees, one more tug and they were at my ankles. He slipped each foot out with care and tossed the garments to one side, there were no shoes in the way as I had already shed those at the door. His head dipped between my legs. My breath hitched with excitement.

Eric’s muscly arms pressed against the top of my thighs, then they ascended, snaking back up my body. Large hands grabbed my breasts. His head stayed poised, giving my ache no relief. After a rough squeeze later and the hand came for my chin. Eric grasped it firmly demanding my head rise and my eyes drink in the sight of his flesh in another's embrace.

Eric and Dean had moved from the floor to the bed. Eric was on his back, legs up, knees against his chest. Dean was munching between Eric’s perfect ass cheeks with a fisted hand around his own and Eric’s erect c**k.

Eric’s breath tickled as he breathed between my legs but still he didn’t lick my clit or slip between my soaked folds. The tease was too much. A needy whimper poured over my parted lips.

Dean rose up, pumping his girthy d**k a few more times before lining up. The camera angle changed, a close up of Eric’s lubed up well maintained butt-hole.

“Oh God,” I licked my lips, “put it in, f**k yes, I wanna see it go deep…” I was too enrapt in the carnal sight to be embarrassed. Eric chuckled at my eagerness to see him get rammed with that rod. The bulging head, glistening with pre-c*m, rubbed up and down before slowly sinking into his flesh. A low moan rumbled in my chest, eyes fixed on the glorious sight of Eric’s ass getting filled. My p***y was screaming, demanding relief. “Oh s**t, Eric. You take that aaallll the f*****g way.”

Dean was crushed right up to Eric’s ass, you couldn’t push a penny between them. A burst of pleasure erupted between my legs. Eric’s tongue was suddenly lapping at my bud. Pressing, poking, plucking.

“Mmm,” My hands rubbed his shoulders, fondled his hair, “jeez, oh, f**k, that’s the ticket.” Eric’s hand nudged my chin making sure my focus was on his T.V and the muscled men f*****g. “Ooooo.” A sound of surprise as Eric yanked my hips so my ass was barely on the sofa. He pushed my legs wider. His mouth explored my p***y, devouring the velvety hair less skin. Fingers started pumping and I was praying that d**k would be coming soon.

Don’t get me wrong, oral is great but I love that closeness, the intimacy of full penetration.

Dean was ramming Eric hard. Eric’s p***s was bouncing against his own six pack with each of Dean’s solid thrusts. Eric’s balls were looking a bit tight. Yum.

The flesh and blood Eric that had been eating me out was now just gently fingering me as he kissed his way back up. His tongue ran my collar bone, fingers came out, thick, long, hard d**k went in.

“Aww, gawd. Eric. Fuck.” He angled his head so I could still watch the porn. I tried to move my hips, needing the friction, wanting to push towards a peak but I was at Eric’s mercy. The way he had me, I could barely move and he had complete control.

He held me, his d**k deep in my core and I watched Dean tenderly cup the nape of his neck so that they could look into each other’s eyes. So f*****g hot, so intimate. Dean pulled out abruptly, flipping Eric on to his front. Eric rose to all fours and Dean wasted no time getting his shlong buried in that muscly ass.

Dean’s ball sack was swinging, slapping into Eric’s perineum with force. His ‘gooch’. I liked that slang term.

Eric sucked on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, “Hope you're taking pointers… number 13 and number 78 I think it was.”

“Whaa… oh fuck.” Eric moved in me, my full p***y rejoicing at the feeling of him. After a couple of slow thrusts he switched to a hard pound with a quick rhythm. Just like he was receiving on screen.

The camera flicked to Dean’s ass, looking at the cut curves of his butt as it clenched with each thrust and his balls rising as his pleasure grew.

“c*m, e-explode inside him.” I screeched like I was watching sports, Eric kept the pace, slamming between my legs and almost knocking the air from my lungs. The camera switched again. Eric’s neglected c**k, throbbing, pulsing as it bounced around in the air. His balls clenched, pulling right up to the base of his c**k and c*m spurted out. A long forceful stream of it. Eric’s face held a look of bliss along with that sexy mouth of his open in an orgasm ‘o’. “s**t, fuck.” I clawed at the Eric between my legs. Ecstasy was calling my name and fuckin’ hell I was gonna have me a juicy slice.

Dean was still going to town on Eric’s ass and I was praying to God that he was going to c*m in it.

“Oh, oh, OH, f**k. Eric. Shhhit, I’m so close.” I just need to see Dean orgasming inside Eric, need to see him taking that ultimate pleasure for himself. “Yes!!! Fuuuuuuck.” I came hard on Eric’s meat as Dean pumped one last time, balls clenching, seed pouring into Eric. My eyes were practically rolling back and my heart raged. My ragged breath wasn’t enough.

Eric went to move away now that I had been satisfied.

“Finish,” I panted, “hammer my tight cunt.”

“You sure, Nell?” He nudged my face with his.

“Gawd, ye, maybe I’ll even c*m again.” I whispered.

Despite my demand for a pounding, Eric moved with an almost languid pace. Hot pleasure built inside me, my brain drugged from the rush of the first orgasm thought of nothing but the deliciousness of Eric inside me.

“Oah,” A light noise of exhausted pleasure slipped my lips, “I’m gonna, gonna…” My muscles tensed and my back arched.

“Me too.” A soft grunt and a shudder followed as he came. Almost as if it was a relief for such a calm orgasm. I supposed it was a change from the intensity of his usual endeavours.

“Mmm.” Was all of my thoughts as I drifted off, exhausted.

When I woke there was a blanket over me and Eric was in an armchair across the way focused on his laptop.

“Hey.” I stretched.

“Hey.” Eric threw back cheerfully.

“Sorry, I, err, fell asleep.”

“Don’t sweat it.” He shrugged, shutting the laptop. “Tea, coffee? Food?”

“Sounds great.” I clutched the top of the blanket, standing up. “Bathroom?”

“Black door,” He pointed, “Take a shower, there’s clean robes on the back of the door, plenty of products to choose from. I’ll throw some food together. Chicken salad?”

“Yes please!”

After washing in his suitably large shower (I’m thinking about number 16), we ate together.

“So… erm, what you think?” Eric peered at me over the salad leaf on his fork.

“The food’s great.” I smiled broadly, popping a piece of grilled chicken in my mouth.

“I meant the sex.” He winced, a little sheepish all of a sudden.

“I feel bad ticking off 31… it was so good I don’t want to move on!” I winked, taking another bite.

“No questions?” He seemed nervous, it was like he was trying to lead me to something.

“Like what?” I shrugged confused. Why was he skirting around?

“Well, normally people want to know if I’m gay or bi, why i’m doing gay porn… that kind of thing.” Eric poked about in his salad.

“Eric,” He looked up, “dude, yesterday I painted eyes on Svetlana’s butt cheeks, her whispering eye and starfish ogling me the whoooole time. Ain’t nobody asking me when I’m gonna get a girlfriend. Yo bizness is yo bizness.” I flashed him those ‘I gotcha’ eyes.

“Damn, Nell. You’re a cool chick, you know that?” His relieved smile was a light on his face.

“Yup.” I stabbed some salad.

“You really liked that scene though, didn’t you?” His gaze was intense, like he was trying to figure me out.

“Yeh sorry, think some of my internal thoughts might have escaped…” I wiggled my eyebrows playfully. “Here.” I took out my phone, sliding it across the table with my internet history open.

“Woah.”

“Yup,” I took my phone back, “it’s what I like to watch… I wasn’t mocking you or curious in that way. Do you know what the other dude's name is, cos I was like, calling him ‘Dean’?”

Eric choked on his salad a little and we fell into easy conversation.

So Diary, what do you think? That’s two off my list. I think it’s going pretty well so far. Good God if nothing else it’s well better than the s*x I’ve had like maybe ever…! What do we think of Eric? I mean WTF. He is dishy, thoughtful, interesting and a God in the sack. I really like his company. You think we could be a bit more than you know…? Oh and damn, I can’t believe I showed him my browser history. Like, I know I was trying to assure his suddenly insecure ass but seriously?

Hum, maybe next time I can get him to show and tell…

Till next time, Diary!

P.S. Svetlana is taking me lingerie shopping, I can’t even imagine what she will want to put me in.