The Shaming Of Selina 

It was inevitable that following my experience with the escort that my relationship with Steven would end.

Firstly, as my mind drifted (often closely followed by my fingers) to that night, the perfection of my first time with a woman was ruined by repeatedly seeing his gormless face barking instructions.

Secondly, he had of course fucked the escort which slightly pissed me off.  Maybe it was part of the plan but he had failed to communicate that important detail to me.

Perhaps I had let him down by having such a mind blowing orgasm that I  was useless to anyone for the rest of the night. Maybe he had intended to show me how much he appreciated the show and just opted for the only other option available. Whatever the reason he was still a dick for doing it.

Thirdly, I was learning more about my alter-ego Horny Lina. She got bored and was tiring of Steven. Lina was certainly not the type to settle down and was itching to move on.

Any of these reasons alone would have been enough for me to walk away but if there was any shred of possibility that we could make this work, put the past behind us and start again, well that vanished when I received a text message.

I did not instantly recognise the number and had to scroll through the other previously unread messages before I knew who it was from.

The earlier ones started off fine with the usual ‘Hello? ‘, ‘How are you? ‘ and ‘Can we meet again?’ However, my lack of response prompted more suggestive messages of masturbation and what he wanted to do with me, told in very explicit detail….with emojis.

The frustration in the sender was obvious. Perhaps it was this which  led him to do what he did. I stared at my phone in disbelief as I read;

I’ve made you a pornstar

This was followed by a link which out of curiosity I instinctively clicked. It could have been a virus that would infect and take over control of my phone. However as it turned out it would infect and take over control of me.

The link opened up a porn website and there on screen was someone I recognised instantly. I had almost forgotten that a video of me performing sex with a guy existed, but here the stark reminder vividly came to life on my phone.

Every bob of the head as I went down on this anonymous cock, every rotation of my hips as I rode him to orgasm was now available for all to see.

I felt sick. My body was shaking as my brain tried to process what was happening. My initial reaction was to turn off my phone as if in some way that would erase the video from existence.  That’s how the Internet works, right?

I slumped to the floor and switched my phone on again, my finger trembling over the power button. I anxiously waited for the screen to reboot, praying to whatever Gods who cared to listen that this had just been a trick of the mind. This could not be happening, someone hadn’t uploaded to the world a video of me having sex.

When my phone had fully powered up I hesitantly returned to my messages.

Please don’t be there. Please don’t be there

My heart sunk into my stomach causing a convulsion of pain as I saw staring back at me the link to the video.  Then I saw another link and with the expectation of a boxer who is just about to be hit by a blistering right hook I clicked on it.

I was taken to the ‘Pictures’ section of the site where in all its candid glory was me in a variety of compromising poses. Strangely, it was not those which caused me the most concern, my face was mostly obscured and I doubted even my most intimate lover would know they were my tits.

It was the normal clothed headshot that caused me to let out a primal roar that echoed through my flat.  There I was… Me… If there could be any doubt whose tits and pussy they were well look at the stupid smiling blonde to your left.

Not quite finished with my self-flagellation I clicked back onto the link to the video to once again witness my gyrating buttocks under the heading ‘British Blonde Amateur‘.

I had no further interest in watching me bounce up and down on a cock.  My attention was drawn to the comments. The video had been online for a week and had received thousands of views already.

I scrolled  down to the comments section;

Id fuck that bitch

She rides cock like a pro

Man I’ve just cum hard watching that

Who is this whore?

The revelation of the sex tape had  caused an immediate sense of anger.  I wanted to kill him. I wanted to rip off his cock and shove it down his throat till he choked.  But as I read each crass remark about me, I felt another feeling, one that darkened my mind like a storm cloud would the sun.

I felt shame. I felt disgust.

I was no longer angry with this guy but with myself for being so stupid. Heavy dark clouds swirled through my mind, little jolts of lightening struck emphasising the shame.  I began to cry.

Consumed by a sense of self-loathing, my mind torturing me with images of my friends, my colleagues, my family finding out about this sex tape.

What would the girls say? Pru would lecture me, Mel would want to watch it and provide the DVD commentary and Pixie?… She’d be so disappointed in me. I could just picture her face as she removes me from the pedestal in her mind.

What about work? Well to confront me meant they would have to admit looking at porn and this brought a minor piece of comfort.  I could rest easy that it would not be raised in a Team Meeting.

And next on the agenda Selina’s writhing buttocks…Would you like to talk us through this presentation?’

However I knew many at work who would gleefully share the video around. What about my neighbours? My brothers?…. Oh God what if my Dad foundout.

That final thought, that final devastating  bolt from the storm clouds had me rushing for the bathroom to throw up.

Bent over  I splashed water on my face, breathing heavily, occasionally spitting out moments of disgust into the sink.

The storm clouds, satisfied that they had brought about enough misery for now, began to fade but bright blue sky did not follow. Instead,  left in their wake was something more sinister, something I always feared more than anything.

Nothingness. I felt nothing. I was numb.

Feelings of pain or anger awaken you, provoke you into doing something about your situation. However, numbness doesn’t, it leaves you not caring about what has and could still happen. A perpetual paralysis of indifference.

I lifted my head and stared into the mirror. My reflection scowled back at me as if to say ‘What you staring at bitch? ‘

One hour later I was in someone else’s flat, naked with him about to enter me.

Lewis had been surprised to receive a call from me. I had not really spoken to him since that night we had sex up against the side of the pub. I had no idea why I had chosen him, I wasn’t thinking… Rational thoughts and feelings had been swept away in the chaos of the raging storm.

No sooner had he opened the door I was kissing him hard, my hand already rubbing at his groin.

“Fuck me” I said breathlessly and shut down any protest by slipping my tongue inside his mouth and gripping him through his trousers.

Within moments I was laying on my back naked as a confused but very erect Lewis slid himself inside me.

He was gentle, rotating his hips, not pushing his cock all the way inside, unsure what to do with this crazy girl who had arrived at his door demanding sex.

I wrapped my legs around him, hooking my feet over each other and pulling him deeper into me. My hands curled round to the back of his head, with my mouth by his ear I whispered “Fuck me”.

My legs tightened round him, my hands moving from his head to his shoulder blades, digging nails into his hot flesh causing Lewis to let out a grunt.

“Harder” I moaned in his ear.

With my legs hooked firmly round him, he duly obliged and with every short, hard thrust the comments echoed round my mind.

Id fuck that bitch

“Harder” I moaned.

Lewis increased the ferocity emphasising each powerful entry inside me with a low grunt.

What a whore

“Harder”

My nails dug deeper into his flesh, breaking the skin. He let out a yelp of pain and I could see from his eyes I had hurt him. His thrusts were now more aggressive, he was a nice guy but in that moment he wanted to reciprocate the pain.

That’s it Lewis fuck me hard. Don’t worry you can’t hurt me. I don’t feel anything anymore.

Such a dirty slut

Harder”

Those short grunts had now elongated to one long roar of passion and with fury he pounded away inside me. This is not how he wanted to have sex with me, he wanted it to be loving, gentle, sensual. I didn’t.

I welcomed every entry inside me, not for pleasure. I did not deserve pleasure.  No, it served a greater purpose, it momentarily silenced the comments in my head as if the force of Lewis’ cock jolted them out of my mind.

Id fuck that ass

“Harder”

Im gonna cum all over this bitch

“Harder”

Shit she makes me hard

“Harder”

Lewis buried his head into my shoulder, his cock moving in and out of me with such speed, such power.  It was clear he would not be able to keep up this intensity.   He signalled the end with a few hard, powerful thrusts inside. It was exactly what I deserved.

Ive just shot my load to this whore

Oh fuck yeh she’s good

His buttocks convulsed as he emptied his load, then he rolled over exhausted and confused. I sat up and looked over at Lewis who lay staring at the ceiling, breathing deeply.

I stood and padded naked to the bathroom. Inside I splashed water on my face. The comments were already returning, swirling through my mind. Scores of anonymous people all talking about me at once, only being able to make out certain words.

Slut

Whore

Bitch

I stared into the mirror, that scowling soulless reflection looking straight back at me as the faceless comments once again raged inside my head, this time with shameful clarity.

What a whore

Dirty slut

Horny bitch

Filthy cock lover

I stared intently at person in the mirror, her top lip furled at the corner. Then I closed my eyes and breathed allowing the numbness to spread over me.

The comments disappeared, fading into the distance as I opened my eyes  one final comment floated through my mind as it fluttered into silence;

Who is this girl?

I smiled, yet it was not an expression of happiness.

Yeh Selina, who the fuck are you?

Next up a Descent into the dark.

The Awakening of Selina 

Introducing Steven to my alter-ego Horny Lina may have saved our relationship but it came at a price. He wanted more.

They always want more.

I did not blame him for this. No sooner had I slid off his cock after riding him hard, I was practically inviting him to do whatever else he wanted.

In the days that followed he seemed distracted, probably unsure if my invitation to experiment was real, mixed with a sense of arousal as to what he could experience.

He was coy at first perhaps not wishing to frighten me into the timid girl on her back again. They begun as subtle requests – he would buy me specific lingerie that he would like me to wear and often he would throw in lines such as ‘Could you do that thing you did the other night’.

His pursuit of his own sexual happiness meant that mine was to be neglected. Unless his fantasy required it,  any real foreplay for me was not part of the plan. Occasionally he would slip a finger inside if I was sucking him,  but I felt that was more to give his hands something to do; it was like my pussy was an erotic fidget spinner.

I was not overly concerned that our sex life now revolved solely around Steven’s pleasure. After all, it was I who had planted that seed of possibility in his head.

I felt a degree of enjoyment in fulfilling his sexual desires. I was a more than willing participant and I felt a different form of satisfaction than the elusive earth-shattering orgasm I had been seeking; it was more a carnal contentment, a pleasure derived from performing the act however good it may have been.

There was, of course, a part of me that was not totally thrilled by how our relationship had developed – Sensible Selina.  She now stood at the back of stage as Horny Lina took centre. It was Lina that was lavishing the praise and admiration of Steven and all Selina could do was watch helplessly, unable to intervene, her dreams of her perfect life fading away.

She could still have the theatre and days out but they had become a way for Steven to pass the time before he could indulge in his next desire. Often he would become impatient and distracted, his mind clearly elsewhere.

“What do you mean there is another Act to this play. I’m horny. Look it’s Shakespeare they all die. Now let’s go and fuck”

Even when we went out to a meal,  he would eat his food so fast as if he was trying to break the world record for the quickest time to eat three courses.

“Selina come on I’ve nearly finished my dessert and you’ve not touched your starter. I want to go home and have sex. Nooowww”.

The walks in the park continued but now the trees no longer provided a romantic backdrop to a loving kiss; instead they were cover for whatever sexual act Steven wanted.

Soon, his suggestions were no longer said with any coyness but uttered as someone might suggest trying out a new restaurant.

‘Tonight darling I think we should try anal. I’ve heard it’s rather good. Judith at Number 42 highly recommends it’ 

This development of course was not what Sensible Selina expected. She knew that picture perfect life of a detached home with a garden and perfect kids was now impossible.

Even if we did marry and have children it was unlikely that Steven’s horniness would disappear.

Mummy why do we have to stay at Aunt Susan’s? ” 

“Cos your Daddy wants to tie up and spank Mummy again sweetie… Now eat your corn flakes” 

Then one day, in the usual casual  manner he announced his latest fantasy to be fulfilled.

“I think we should have a threesome”

I lifted my head up from where moments before I had been servicing his penis and replied “Sorry? What?”

“Threesome” he repeated, a horny glint in his eye as the word rolled off his tongue.

“What? Me, you and another guy” I enquired.

“Absolutely not!” He said, his eyes indicating I needed to return to what I was doing previously “I mean with another woman.”

Of course Steven wanted a threesome with me and a yet undetermined female. It made perfect sense. It was Male Fantasy 101. I was surprised he hadn’t brought up sooner.

Strangely, although I had read about many threesomes in erotica I had not had any specific fantasies about them. Likewise, I had not given much thought to being with a woman.

Perhaps my mind had drifted occasionally towards the curiosity of feeling the sweet caress of another female. At University I had even shared the odd prolonged drunken kiss but it never went any further.

Then there was the practicalities of this suggestion. Steven had been particularly vague about how this threesome was going to happen.

Was he expecting me to go out and find a girl? Just randomly walk into a bar and ask?

Hey hun…. Oooh nice shoes… Would you like to come and have sex with me and my boyfriend?”

Perhaps the potential difficulties in arranging this naughty collaboration even put Steven off, even despite how eager he had been for this to occur.

Then one day as it neared to his birthday he announced that as a present for himself he had arranged for this threesome to happen. He was still a little vague on details, only that we would be spending a night at a nearby hotel.  Indeed, little more was said about it, although as the day got nearer there was a growing excitement within him.

It became very clear that Steven had planned every moment as to what would occur, yet he failed to pass on any details to me.

When we arrived at the hotel room and unpacked he laid out on the bed the items he wished me to wear – a silk negligee that barely covered my arse and black lace top thigh high stockings.

Whilst waiting for our unknown guest to arrive I chose to polish off a bottle of wine, my plan was to replace nervousness with drunkenness.

Any anxiety I felt was not helped by Steven excitedly pacing the room, checking his watch repeatedly.  Eventually there was a knock at the door and he almost leapt towards it, opening it up to reveal a beautiful woman on the other side.

She must have been a similar age to me. She had long light brown hair, that curled round at her ample breasts. She wore a short black dress with stockings and heels.

Sheobviouslygotthememo.

Steven presented her with a small glass of wine, muttering something about there being another bottle somewhere. She elegantly walked towards me and sat down, crossing her long silky legs.

“You must be Selina” she said, her voice had a slight regional accent but I could not be clear exactly where from.  “You are such a sweetie” she continued, placing her manicured hand on my knee.

I muttered some words of thanks as I looked down at my now empty wine glass, my finger running up and down the stem.

She placed one of her hands on mine and leaned in “Is this your first time with a woman” she whispered.

I nodded and lowered my head to stare intently at my glass. I felt her finger under my chin as she raised my head to face her. She moved closer and kissed me gently. Her lips were so soft, the kiss so tender that I instinctively closed my eyes; my senses alive to the aroma of her perfume and taste of her lipstick.

She slowly pulled away and smiled but I found her lips drawing me back in closer and without thought I returned for another taste of her lips. The second kiss was more passionate, our tongues passing each other in an oral dance as they made their way into the warmth of the other’s mouth.

It felt beautiful and at that moment I would have gladly just spent the rest of the evening kissing this mysterious beauty.

“Woaa! Ladies. Don’t start without me” exclaimed Steven.

The woman pulled away giggling. Inside I was just thinking ‘fuck off Steven’.

She approached him and asked ‘So what would you like to do first”

“Well” he replied clapping his hands together “I thought you and Selina could… erm… be together and we will go from there.”

She smiled “No problem. You’re paying for it.”

I, of course, had suspected she was an escort. There was simply no way that Steven’s over enthusiastic bumbling would have managed to convince a regular girl to participate.

Secretly I was impressed by his choice. She was certainly one of those top end, high class escorts; this night would be costing him a pretty penny.

She turned her back so Steven could unzip her dress which she allowed to fall to the floor.  She kept her heels on as she returned to join me on the bed.

She immediately returned to kissing me, breaking away briefly to whisper in my ear “Just relax. Follow my lead”

I was hesitant, my inexperience of being with a woman clearly on display as I sat their frozen, not knowing what to do with my hands.

If she had been a guy my hands would be touching  all the right places but with her I was unsure. She embraced me and it felt unnatural, yet at the same time there was the growing feeling of arousal.

I was becoming lost by the tenderness of her kisses, the touch of her hand on my bare skin as it ran down my arm awoke every nerve in my body.

I had never experienced this feeling with any guy before and my nervousness was becoming replaced by desire; my hands reciprocating the same pattern over her body.

The intensity of the kissing increased, our bodies conjoined in passion moved to the centre of the bed.  I was dizzy with lust, unaware of my surroundings, only caring about this beautiful woman that I was entwined with. It was perfect. Nothing could spoil this moment.

“The breasts. Play with each other breasts”

FuckoffStevenyouprick!

I glanced over at Steven who was already in a state of arousal. Clearly he believed he was directing some porno. I suppose he had paid for all of this but still….. fucking annoying!

The woman sat up and expertly unhooked her bra, playfully throwing it over to Steven. I looked up at her, from my angle her breasts seemed huge. She lowered the straps of my negligee and pulled them down revealing my perky smaller breasts.

She lowered herself down on top of me, our breasts rubbing against each other. I could feel my nipples harden as hers circled them.  I could feel the moisture building in my panties as she rubbed her thigh against my covered pussy.

I was breathing heavily, small moans of pleasure occasionally rising from my throat as I submitted myself to the pleasure this woman was providing. I did not want this feeling to end.

“Play with her pussy”

ShutthefuckupSteven.

Her fingers curled round my panties and tugged them down. She spread her legs, running her slender fingers over my thigh. I arched my back and moaned as her fingers entered my wetness, she playfully bit my lip as I panted with pleasure.

I writhed on the bed, my hips following the motion of her finger as it explored the circumference of my wet lips before exploring deeper inside me.

Every lap round sent waves of pleasure to flow around my body. I could feel my orgasm building, I could sense the feeling of that mind blowing completion I had so desperately craved. I…

“Lick her pussy.  69”

Ohfortheloveof

She removed her finger from inside me and I let out a whimper which almost sounded like ‘Don’t go’. She stood up and took off her panties revealing her beautifully shaved pussy.

Moving to my head she straddled me and in the shadow of her thighs I could see her lips, tantalisingly hanging slightly down.  My view became clearer as she lowered herself down until I could see nothing…. Only feel.

I hesitantly explored the darkness with my tongue. Deprived of sight my other senses rewarded as I tasted her sweetness.  My tongue returning for more as she rotated on my face.

I then felt something alien between my legs, the softness of a female tongue.  She retraced the journey her fingers had made only moments before. This time the pleasure was increased.

I had been close to orgasm with just her fingers and I knew that it would not be long now.  I could the pleasure of her tongue and of her breath,  blowing gently on the beads of moisture that formed.

If Steven was talking like some horny teenager I could not hear him; her thighs providing the perfect solitude to his incessant talking.

I wanted this feeling to last forever, spend eternity in a never ending cycle of this gratification .  It was intense, that perfect moment when your mind and body combine, each perfectly reacting to one another as every nerve, every cell is bathed in the flow of pleasure that moved up my body.

It would be wonderful to remain in that perpetual state of bliss but one cannot.  I reluctantly surrendered to the finale of this thrill.

I came hard.   My body shuddered as pleasure flowed from between my legs into the gracious mouth of my host.  I roared my loud approval inside her.

During my orgasm I had no concept of time or place. I could have been anywhere. The final throes of my desire seemed to go on forever. Maybe I was going to be afforded this permanent bliss.

Then it was over.  I was returned to the light as she emerged off me. I rolled over, still breathing hard, my eyes closed, desperate to savour every moment.  I had never experienced this feeling at the touch of someone else. It was perfect and…

Then Steven stuck his cock in my mouth.

Hard from the show he had been directing he thrusted back and forth. Still exhausted I could not move, my mind and body still discussing what they had just experienced.

Then he was out of my mouth as quickly as he had entered. The sound of my own blood flowing through my head I could make out the faint noise of wet slapping and Steven’s over enthusiastic groaning.

He was fucking the escort!

I probably should have been concerned. Maybe I should have said something but I lay there content.. satisfied.

As my eyes became heavy and I was rocked into gently slumber by the movement of the bed I did not see it as a problem.

I know I ought to have but little did I know then I was going to have a much bigger problem.

Steven fucking another woman that could destroy our relationship.

This other problem on the horizon could destroy everything.

Up next…..Shame

The Dreams Of Selina 2

It begins in a perfectly white room, that is where all my dreams take place. Everything is brilliant white; the walls, the solitary sofa that occupys the centre of this immaculate room.

Laying on the sofa with her hand resting at the side of her face is a girl. She must be in her early twenties with smooth skin, dark eyes and long red hair that flows down just enough to cover her perky breasts.

She is completely naked…. and she is green. Yet the colour of her skin does not detract from her immense beauty.

In my dreams the white room is always static. The action being filmed by a solitary camera in my mind.  My naked self walks into view. I always see myself in the third person, yet I can feel everything. The only disassociation is that I check out my own arse as I walk towards the mysterious girl on the sofa.

I can feel the growing sense of carnal curiosity as I approach her. She elegantly slides her long legs off the sofa and rises to meet me.

This mysterious green goddess is slightly taller and she stretches out a finger that runs down from my lips, between my cleavage before tailing off at my stomach.

After a moment of staring into her dark eyes we are kissing. Her leafy tongue slipping into my warm mouth as our hands begin to explore each other. In perfect synchronisation our hands start in each other’s hair before slowly passing down our bodies until we reach one another’s buttocks.

Our bodies are now alive to each other’s  touch. Each gentle caress sending waves of pleasure that intensify our kisses. What started off gently now increases, with every kiss more passionate than the last.

Then her hand is between my legs and her slender green fingers part my pink lips as she slides them deep inside me. I bend forward slightly allowing her to go deeper with her touch.

I’m now by her breasts and I part her long flowing red hair as if I were opening a curtain to some wondrous delight.  I flick my tongue out at her green nipple, which is a darker shade to the rest of her body.

Taking it into my mouth I move my hands down to between her legs so I can reciprocate the pleasure I am experiencing at the mercy of her fingers.

Her other hand reaches round the back of me and pushes me down upon her breast. Not a word is spoken between us but she indicates how pleased she is by increasing the speed by which her fingers slide in and out of me.

Then I orgasm. It comes without much warning but the intensity of her touch proves too much. There is no sound in the white dream room. Yet as my legs give way at the power of my pleasure it’s as if the room is reverberating.  Silent waves of sound rippling through, temporarily distorting the view from that solitary camera.

On my knees I look up at her, my head adjacent to her groin. I see her red pubic hair, so dominant against the green background of her skin, like an autumn leaf laying on a field.

She hooks her leg over my head pulling me to meet her green pussy that glistens from my earlier exploration. No time is wasted to slide my tongue between her leafy lips and into the dark wetness.

She grinds down upon me whilst pushing me against her.  I can taste her.  It’s a different taste that I have previously experienced, a little sweeter than normal.

Grinding hard against me I can feel her leg begin to shake indicating her orgasm is imminent. Grabbing the back of my head with both hands she pulls me in as if she wants me to literally climb inside. Her body jerks as her orgasm cums, flooding me with her sweet liquid. Each wave of her orgasm causes her to pull me further into her.

Then she lets me go. I fall to the floor, her juice dripping off my chin as I try to catch my breath. I look up at her and it appears she is still in the throes of her orgasm. But something is different.

The white room is shaking as she lets out an intense silent scream. Then I see it emerging from between her legs. Unsure at first as what it could be but when it passes out of her wet dripping lips there can be no doubt.
It was the throbbing head that emerges first like a submarine rising from the depth of the waters. The shaft followed; a long, thick, veiny green shaft.

It seems to go on forever like that trick where a magician would keep pulling handkerchiefs out of his pocket.  The transformation is complete when two perfectly formed balls emerges.

I look up at her, she is almost obscured by this monster penis. Her previously dark eyes now seem to glow with a hint of red. As she stands over me my face is shrouded by the shadow cast by the hugeness of her cock.

I have never seen one so big. It was thick, erect. I can see the veins pumping, bringing life to it.  Without anything being said I kiss the base of this beast.  Poking my tongue out I begin my journey up the length of this gargantuan shaft. It is an expedition that seems to take forever, my only route back to where I begun would be to follow the trail of saliva that I’ve left.

Eventually I reach the peak, travelling around the circumference of this angry, bulbous head. I arrive at the dark green pinnacle for it to spill that sweet tasting liquid on my tongue like a raindrop falling from a leaf.

No sooner has that drop dissolved upon my tongue she is grabbing my hair with both hands as she thrusts this monster into my mouth.

Any tenderness from our initial meeting has gone. This is primal. This is raw.  Her large head colliding with the back of my throat. My eyes are watering, streams of saliva flow from my mouth; that liquid the only salvation from not choking as this unnatural member invades my mouth.

Through watery eyes I can see her, she is laughing, an almost demonic smile on her face which broadens with every short sharp thrust into my mouth.  Breathing becomes difficult as she occupies every space in my mouth, my tongue getting pushed further back as this succulent trespasser continues to thrust into me.

She releases me, watching as I slump on the edge of the sofa, spluttering, fighting for my breath. Then I feel it, the now familiar engorged head hovering by my entrance.

She wastes no time entering me as unceremoniously as she did my mouth. She grips my buttocks, her nails digging into my skin.

Her meaty thrusts hard and deep, somehow my body is able to welcome every inch of this goliath into me.

Her size means every thrust brings a fresh orgasm. The white room is shaking almost in unison with her intense rhythm.  A silent rumble as the thick shaft disappears into my wet hole, my juices running down my thighs and pooling on the translucent floor below.

She is relentless. Thrust after thrust. The only thing that keeps me from collapsing exhausted on the floor is the firmness of her grip upon me.

She drives into me harder – my face a contortion of intense pleasure, no sound is required to hear the screams that emerge from my mouth.

Faster – the gap between each orgasm is now non-existent,  almost morphing into one singular powerful feeling of pleasure. My knee almost slipping on the puddle of juices beneath me.

Deeper – I can feel her balls slap against me yet it feels like she is expanding further, wishing to occupy every inch of me with this marauding beast.

Then she is ready to release. Her nails dig deeper into me and with one final hefty thrust she explodes.

It is like a volcano erupting and my head snaps back, my mouth wide open as if her seed could come spilling out of it.

My hole cannot contain her product and spills out of me joining my juices on the floor. Each large drop that falls causes the room to shudder that little bit more.

The stream of her consequence seems to go on forever. The puddle of pleasure now flows away from the sofa splashing against the white wall.

I feel the last of her sweet liquid fall from me as her tool of desire slowly begins to shrink. I can feel it slip out of me like a snake emerging from a hole.

Soon, the monster is no more, fully retreated back into its host.  I feel her loosen her grip on me, a tender hand running up my back. I cannot move, my pussy still throbbing from the recent onslaught.

She takes me in her arms and there we lay. Silent. Still. A tableau of contentment perfectly framed by a river of our erotic aftermath.

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The Courtship Of Selina 

I needed a boyfriend.

It had nothing to do with sex but more to do with my perfect plan for the perfect life.

In a short time I had obtained a good job, place of my own and a loyal group of friends. All that was needed was a boyfriend to complete the set.

To Sensible Selina it made sense – the perfect boyfriend to live with her in the perfect house, to be there when she comes home from her perfect job. They would get engaged and have the perfect wedding and eventually raise a family of perfect children.

It would be, well, perfect.

It was everything I had imagined since I first stepped foot in school and realised this was the life I wanted to live.

I never really had a boyfriend before, perhaps the closest was Daniel,  the artist from university. However, that always had a feeling of being temporary but I now wanted something more permanent.

I was on the hunt.

It wasn’t Horny Lina on the hunt, she just wants to find someone she can devour to satisfy her burning hunger. No, I – Sensible Selina – would be doing the hunting.

There was a slight problem in that I’d never actually tried to find a boyfriend before. Either I had no interest in this pursuit or I would simply unleash Horny Lina.

I didn’t want to use Lina to find a boyfriend. It’s true that her scent could lure the guys to me but it was questionable whether those caught in the snare would be boyfriend material.

The guys Horny Lina attracted normally did not stick around once they got what they wanted. Those who did return had a high expectation of the level of sexual gratification they would receive. That was not how I would wish my relationship to begin or indeed continue.

I desired that normal relationship that other people seemed to have. Of course  I wanted the physical side to be good. I wanted it to be passionate but, dare I say it, I wanted it to be loving.

I wanted him to look into my eyes when he enters me, kiss me on the lips and tell me he loves me before confirming this statement with his physical actions.

All I had really experienced previously was a quick peck on the cheek and maybe a considerate tap on the head to indicate completion was imminent.  There were no soft whispers of love just an encouraging slap on the arse followed by a self-congratulatory ‘Yes’.

My role as The Fantasy Giver was never intended to be permanent and indeed it had not brought me to the earth shattering orgasm I had hoped for. No, I needed to feel that connection; that the guy wanted to be with me because he loved me. You know, all that soppy, romantic shit.

So with Horny Lina firmly in her cage I set about my new quest with very little clue as to what I was doing. Fortunately, I did not have to look far because he came to me in the shape of a banker named Steven.

He was good friends with Pru’s boyfriend and had joined us on a few nights out. Initially, he did not show much interest in me nor I with him. But soon we begun to talk and I could see his potential as my perfect Prince.

He was certainly handsome enough; sparkling blue eyes, firm jaw line, blonde hair and muscular physique. He was also very charming if not somewhat nervous when talking to me.

I did not mind his nervousness because I had no idea what I was doing. If I had wanted a quick fling he would have been between my legs weeks before but I held back believing that’s what normal people did, right?

Our relationship slowly progressed and soon we were seeing each other away from our friends; dinner, theatre, exhibitions – the whole dating experience. He would hold my hand during walks in the park and not once did he suggest we nip round the back of a tree for a quickie – The perfect gentleman.

Eventually we had sex. The first time was not the magical experience I had expected. I was probably to blame in some way as I my inner struggle to keep Horny Lina under control gave off mixed signals.

It was to be honest  dull, boring, average sex. Not much in the way of foreplay, a bit of heavy kissing, a quick fumble and he was inside me.  His movement was erratic, torn between a sensitive lover or frenetic fucker resulting in him hesitantly juddering and thrusting inside like a car stalling up hill.

It probably did not help that I just lay there,  the internal confusion raging inside me; Horny Lina rattling the cage to come out and play.

Why was I so scared to let her out? Because she wouldn’t be staying; once I settle down this side of me would be gone and as I lay there I chose not to introduce him to Horny Lina.  If he never meets her he will never miss her.

When he came there was no wondrous climax for either of us. Just a few heavy pants but I did notice something in his eyes, although not totally formed yet,  I saw a look of love. Then taking me totally by surprise he leaned in to kiss me.

He kissed me…. after sex 

No-one had ever kissed me after sex; whether that is because they knew where my mouth had been I don’t couldn’t be sure.  He rolled off me and held me in his arms. This was all new to me, normally the guy rolls off and starts ordering me a taxi. Maybe I was on to something here. I closed my eyes and snuggled into him. I was content, I was in love.

This feeling stayed with me for sometime but slowly cracks begun to appear in our relationship. We still enjoyed our time together but it was the sex that was becoming the problem.

By this time I was staying often at his flat; he would rarely stay at mine which suited me because it meant I did not need to tidy it up.

Even though I would sleep at his we would not always have sex and when we did his body language seemed to suggest he was doing it more out of necessity than want.

I begun to suspect he was releasing his sexual urges watching porn before he climbs into bed with his pretty but ultimately unsatisfying lover.

Sometimes he would act like he did not want me to stay as if I was disturbing a planned jerk off session. I knew what would come next – he would find someone else.  I was losing him. My perfect Prince was tiring of me.

Whether it be pride or arrogance or both I was not going to lose a guy because he thought I was shit in bed. I knew what I was capable of doing and I was going to show him.

StevenyouareabouttomeetHornyLina.

We had been to a charity event hosted by his work – all ballgowns and tuxedos. Steven spent most of the time with his male colleagues, talking and laughing. Everything had to be a pissing contest – how much money they made, who is better at sports and who has the best partner to fuck; Steven went particularly quiet at that point.

I was left with the various wives and girlfriends to chat about things I really had no interest in. I would simply drink and nod, throwing in the occasional ‘absolutely’ for good measure.

During the taxi ride home Steven was already making his excuses as to why we would not be having sex tonight – he was tired, had a lot to drink, early start tomorrow but I paid as much attention to him as I did the women he had left me with. Horny Lina wanted to play and there would be nothing to discuss.

We arrived back at his flat and due to the lateness of the hour went straight to his bedroom and begun to undress. Steven helped unzip the back of my full length sparkling dress I was wearing. It fell to the floor revealing my lacy black underwear and thigh high stockings. I had felt that such a pretty dress deserved equally pretty underwear.

Perhaps I had hoped that the sight of me in that lingerie would have been enough to cause arousal in Steven but he seemed more interested in removing his cufflinks. Had it already got that bad that even seeing me in stockings was not enough to find me desirable? Or was he telling the truth that alcohol and tiredness meant that any sexual contact would be impossible? I was about to find out.

Still wearing my heels I walked over to Steven who was undoing his bow tie. Without saying a word I kissed him, my hand curling round to the back of his head pulling him into me.

“Selina it’s getting late” he protested but I ignored what he said and continued to kiss him. My hand ran slowly down his chest till I was by his groin. I was wasting no time. He instinctively grabbed my hand mumbling some exclamation of protest.

I flicked his hand away and begun to massage his groin. I did not care for any protests, his growing arousal told me what I needed to know. I unbuckled his belt and pulled it from around his waist. My fingers worked at removing his trousers while I continued to kiss him.

Unbuttoned,  I tugged at his trousers which fell to the floor. He was wearing boxer shorts and his cock was already proudly peeking out. I rolled my fingers round his shaft and slowly begun to stroke him.

He threw his head back and let out a deep moan as I kissed his neck. I quickened my strokes and Steven breathed harder. He shot his hand down to my busy hand, holding it still.

“Stop” he moaned.

This was not a protest said because he was not enjoying himself. On the contrary he was enjoying it too much. A few further strokes would have seen him end the night over my luxuriously expensive stockings.

He took hold of me and moved towards the bed. His intention was clear, he was aroused and wanted to be inside me. Perhaps I had done enough and should let him finish off with him on top of me. Any concerns of a less than satisfying sex life allayed after a quick handjob and fuck.

However, Horny Lina was fully out of her cage now and she was not finished. I put my fingers up to his lips and whispered for him to get on the bed. He duly obliged, removing his boxer shorts in the process.

I joined him on the bed, straddling him as I resumed our kissing. I rocked gently over his cock, my covered pussy rubbing up against his cock.

Sitting up he reached towards my breasts and started to massage them. With his arms fully outstretched I took the belt and wrapped it tightly round his wrist, hooking him on to the bed post.

“Selina what are you doing?” he asked.

I gave him a smile and stood up. Unhooking my bra I playfully threw it at him whilst letting out a little giggle. I kicked off my heels and stood over my boyfriend, admiring his toned physique and presently throbbing cock.

Standing in between his legs I ran a stockinged foot over his balls and up his shaft which prompted a moan of pleasure from him. I continued to explore the thickness of his cock with my toe until I sensed he was about to cum.  I slid my foot over his belly, up his chest and into his mouth to be welcomed by some enthusiastic sucking.

Removing my toe from his mouth I slowly slid my panties off and moved up the bed so I was standing over his head. I slipped my fingers into my wetness as Steven watched intently. He had never seen my like this.

Previously all he had known was a timid girl that would just lie there while he would just bang away clearly retreating inside his head to make it as sexy as he could for himself.  But that same timid girl now stood over him, sliding her fingers deep inside herself and letting him taste the consequence of her exploration.

I had begun to get used to the confusion on men’s faces as they meet Horny Lina; my body language changed, my facial expressions were different. Indeed, Steven could be forgiven for thinking that he had brought a different girl home. I swear at one point he moved his head to the side to double check it was still me.

Sorry Selina that I left you at the party… The funniest thing just happened 

I turned around and slowly lowered myself onto his face, grinding my now sopping  wet pussy onto him. Steven graciously flicked his tongue out to welcome my advance.

Flopping  forward I ran my tongue along the shaft of his cock which twitched with excitement. I took him in my mouth and Steven showed his appreciation by going deeper with his tongue.

I could hear him moan into my luscious hole as I sucked him harder. His legs began to shake and I could sense his orgasm was imminent. He was certainly very excitable. It was liking handling a bomb, liable to explode at any moment.

I relinquished him from my mouth and watched his hard cock slap back down. I rocked back onto his busy tongue whilst staring at his glistening manhood that twitched, precum oozing from his slit.

Moving off his mouth I heard Steven take in a satisfying breath of air. Reaching over and grabbing his ankles I hovered over his cock. It pulsated so much I was concerned that when I took him between my fingers he might explode. I guided him into my warm, wet hole and slowly begun to rock back and forth on his hardness.

Steven was moaning, letting out small yelps of excitement. I had never rode him like this and by the way he moaned it seemed this was going to be a short ride.

I sped up, slamming down on his cock. He was so hard, more aroused than I had ever felt him. I saw his toe curls and his legs tense and a cry of satisfaction coincided with his orgasm.

Spinning back round I released Steven from his makeshift binds. Resting my head on his chest I listened as his breathing settled.

It was perfect and I knew that any concerns Steven may have had vanished the moment he had cum. He was happy. I was happy.

Back in your cage Horny Lina. 

“Wow Selina that was…. Fantastic” Steven said, still breathless.

I should have just kissed him and rolled over to sleep, leaving him to reflect on what had just happened. But I didn’t. Circling my fingers around his broad chest I spoke

“You like that hun?”

“That was… amazing” he replied, still breathless.

That’s it Selina you’ve got your compliment, go to sleep now.

“I want to make you happy” I continued “You know that, right?”

He kissed me on the forehead “You do make me happy”

And there’s the reassurance – sleep now.

“No I mean sexually. You know ..that kind of happy”

Steven ran his fingers through my hair “Well certainly I am happy there” he replied.

Okay night night Selina

“You.. um.. liked being tied to the bed” I said with a giggle.

He sat up, slightly embarrassed by my directness “Well yeh…” he stuttered “Never really had thought about it before”

You tied him up. He liked it. Sleep now

“But you’ve thought about other stuff?” I asked

“Well yeh but.. It’s getting late and..”

There you go. You’re tired. He is tired. Everyone sleep.

“Maybe you can tell me another time” I paused and rolled over in bed.

Yep, definitely a conversation for another day 

“Or you could show me.” I purred.

I closed my eyes but knew that Steven would not be sleeping just yet. I had given him something to think about.

My eyes begun to get heavy but just as I drifted off to sleep I thought I heard a noise. It might have been a cat knocking something over.

Or perhaps it was the sound of the door to Steven’s desires opening up and flooding his mind with potential delights.

Or it could have been Horny Lina slamming her cage door shut from the outside, excited that she will be required to stay that little bit longer.

You should have just gone to sleep, Selina. 

Next up….My Sexual Awakening

The Dreams Of Selina 

Let me take you into my sub conscious mind…..

I’m in a bright room sparse of any decoration save for a solitary couch.

Sitting at one end is a beautiful lady adorned in a bodysuit that accentuates her cleavage.  Her long heavenly legs are adorned with dark nylon finished off with black heels that shine in the brightness of the room.

I can see myself, naked save for a pair of tights, nude,  hiding none of my modesty.

I walk slowly towards the couch. She sits there, her beautiful legs crossed, gently holding a glass of wine in her slender painted fingers.

Not a word is spoken between us. Our eyes meet and her pink lips,  so beautifully framed with her long brown hair, breaks into a smile.

I slowly begin to kneel down, my hands on my thighs as I watch mesmerised as she dangles her heel from her toe whilst slowly running her finger round the rim of her wine glass.

She allows her heel to drop from her toe, the sound as it hits the floor momentarily breaks the silence that fills the room.

As the heel finally rests the silence returns. The unmistakable sound of anticipation, of longing, of quiet desire.

My eyes meet hers once more, a longing stare filled with lust and want. She gestures down to her foot which hovers tantalisingly close to my mouth.  Even though her nylon is dark I can make out her perfectly pink painted toe nails.

My mouth feels dry yet my lips are wet with anticipation. My tongue instinctively emerges from my mouth rolling across my top lip.

I lean forward and kiss her toe, a gentle kiss that is repeated for all five of them. It is a one of desire that continues over the top of the foot.

My mouth’s exploration follows this gorgeous foot round the side, over the arches, down the sole before I return to her toes, satisfied that due appreciation has been given.

I look up at her. It is a look of reassurance which is rewarded as she blows me kiss.

I take her toes into my mouth. The feel of her silky toes passing over my lips sends a wave of pleasure causing me to let out a deep satisfying breath.

My tongue circles around her covered toes as my fingers gently caress her arches. She pulls them out from my mouth causing a long wet breath to emerge which morphs into a long moan as she traces the outline of my lips with her toe.

She slips them back into my mouth and her other foot which presently had been neglected begins to run across my leg, over my thigh until it rests between my legs.

She gently moves her toes back and forth, the thinness of my nylon offering no resistance to the pleasure I feel.  My body shudders causing me to take her toes deeper into my mouth.

I can feel the dampness of the nylon pressing against me as I gratefully welcome every wave of pleasure I receive as her toes pass over me.

Those beautiful toes pleasing both my lips. I let out stifled moans of pleasure. My wetness transferring onto her dark nylon foot, glistening as it re-emerges before making the return journey in-between my legs.

She varies the speed of her exploration. Sometimes circling around that concludes with her big toe pressing against my bud. This would be followed by quick thrusts, all met by welcoming breaths of pleasure from myself.

I can do no more than to try and reciprocate the pleasure I feel by attending to the toes in my mouth.

The pleasure builds until I am unable to take anymore. My body shakes and a muffled roar confirms the wet conclusion to her exploration.

I flop satisfied to the floor and I can see the two beautiful objects of my pleasure. One wet with my saliva, the other shining with a far more erotic substance.

I kiss her foot tasting myself as I slowly begin my ascent up her legs. Those desirably long legs. I kiss round her ankles, over her calf. Taking my time to enjoy this journey.

The route  to the top seems to take forever but I was certainly not complaining. There was nothing arduous about my ascent up this statuesque beauty.  Indeed, the owner of these legs also seemed to enjoy the attention they were receiving.

I reach her thigh and kiss all around. My desire wants me to continue round, to part those beautiful nylon legs and repay my appreciation for the attention she showed me moments ago.

But I continue, up past her belly, playfully running my tongue between her cleavage and then I am by her mouth. I lean in and kiss those perfect enticing pink lips, my tongue slipping inside the warmth.

We lay there on the couch our nylon legs entwined, our tongues dancing. Our hands caress each other as we kiss, my hand moving over her silky buttock. Our toes running up each other’s foot.

As I welcome with anticipation the next act of this erotic production the image begins to fade.

I want to stay but my sub-conscious has decided that I have seen enough tonight.

The image of these two nylon clad lovers embraced on the couch moves further back into the distance until I can see no more.

As I witness the couch, myself and the mysterious nylon beauty fade nothing remains but the brightness: the dampness of my sheets, as I awake, the only reminder of the events that just played out before my eyes.

Want to read another erotic Dream?

The Fellowship of Selina 

I was loving life and enjoying my independence. My job was going well and relished the freedom of having my own place.

There was just one thing missing in my presently great life – I had no friends.

I knew quite a lot of people but could not really call them friends. Growing up I was a bit of a loner, only because that’s how I preferred it to be. I had set myself the goal of passing my exams and did not want to be distracted by boys or the petty gossip of girls.

The same applied largely to university and in any event the emergence of Horny Lina meant that any boy I got close to I ended up sleeping with making any friendship thereafter impossible.  Girls seem to avoid me as if Horny Lina was warding them off like a barking dog at a junkyard.

Although I was not far from my Dad and my old life I felt lonely. Even Horny Lina’s antics could not stave off this feeling. I needed friends.

I opted not to simply walk around and ask whoever I saw if they would be my friend. That would likely attract the wrong sort of people. Despite my need to find a friend I was not desperate. I’ll just be a little more friendly.

It was at my local coffee shop one morning that I first saw her. The girl who would hereafter be affectionately known as my Pixie Princess.

My moniker for her came from the simple fact she looked like a pixie. She has ginger hair cut short with lighter streaks running through it. She is quite short and her perfect freckly face is finished off with the cutest button nose.

It was quite busy that morning and she sat at one of the benches reading a book and I sat in the seat next to her. I didn’t start a conversation with her immediately but observed this cute thing she did of putting her finger on the word she just read whilst taking a sip of her coffee. She looked over and saw me staring at her.

“Good book? ” I asked.

She instinctively turned to the cover and I saw a picture of a muscular barbarian next to a scantily clad maiden “Yeh not bad” she replied.

“You like those type of fantasy books?” I continued.

She nodded and asked what I like reading. I was tempted to show her my library of erotica on my phone but I felt this innocent young pixie may fall off her chair.

Instead I opened my bag and pulled out the latest Batman comic I had purchased.

“Oh that is so cool” she responded.

This seemed to break the ice. We discussed super heroes, the latest season of Game of Thrones and as the conversation progressed we became more comfortable with each other.

Soon, we were purposely looking out for each other and this progressed to whoever got there first would order each other’s coffee. She liked a toffee latte and mine was a flat white or as I like to call it a normal fucking coffee.

If it were my turn to get the coffee I would get the barista to write ‘Pixie’ on her cup although invariably it was always spelt ‘Pixy’ or once ‘Pixee’.

When it was her turn she would have ‘Bruce’ written on it or some other first name of a Batman character.

Before long we were meeting up at lunchtime and after work. This progressed to actually arranging to meet up at the weekend; I would take her to my local comic book store or a convention but normally we would end up at each other’s flat watching the latest shows on Netflix.

We became close friends and two others would subsequently be added.

Pru is a beautiful oriental lady. She knew Pixie from work but had subsequently left to set up a private practice as a Clinical Psychologist. She could be quite a serious lady and gave Sensible Selina a run for her money. We would tease her and the group would always try to get her to say something naughty or at least laugh at the bawdy jokes.

These jokes normally came from Melissa. She was a firecracker. A tall brunette with a dirty mind. Although I was closer to Pixie, Horny Lina liked Melissa. She didn’t see her as a threat more as a saucy ally. I always tried to keep Horny Lina bottled up but Melissa had the habit of bringing her to the surface.

Did Melissa sense some naughtiness in me? Did Horny Lina let off some scent that brought like minded people gravitating towards me?

I was closer to Pixie but Melissa would seek affirmation for her naughtiness, which I always gladly provided.

She’d play this game where she would look around the bar and pointing to a few guys ask ‘Fuck. Marry. Avoid’. Pru would refuse to play, Pixie would lower her head, tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and mumble that she was unsure. She’s so adorable.

I would end up responding ‘Fuck. Fuck. Fuck’ to the howls of approval from Melissa. This would often prompt a disapproving look from Pru and a nervous giggle from Pixie.

With demands at work and my new found social life there was little opportunity for Horny Lina to come out and play. But she wouldn’t stay caged for long.

If you feed the beast it becomes stronger and uncontrollable. If you starve the beast it becomes unpredictable.

One evening I saw that this guy was lurking around our table. He could have been after any one of us; perhaps he wasn’t fussy.

He approached me when I was ordering some drinks at the bar, reeling off the normal cheesy chat up lines. I just smiled and returned to the girls.

When it was time to leave I opted not to share a cab with anyone, stood outside the bar waving my friends goodbye. I then turned, walked back into the bar and towards the guy who had gravitated towards a different table of girls.

“You going to buy me that drink?” I asked.

Later that night we were both naked on his sofa. He was already aroused, his anticipation of what was to come clearly showing.

He was laying down on the sofa as I sat up my hand gently massaging his growing cock. I positioned myself between his legs and begun to take him in my mouth. As I did I noticed a bright light shining in my face.

“What you doing?” I asked, saliva dripping from mouth.

“Filming it” he replied

“Don’t” I responded but offered no further protest. I returned to sliding my lips down his cock. He moaned as I took his full length into my warm mouth; his cock liable to explode at any moment.

I stopped sucking and begun to climb on top of him. He wanted me to face the opposite way to him. In his mind he was clearly storyboarding how his horny production would go.

I spun round and teased his cock by running my pussy up and down the hard shaft that lay flat on his belly.

He grabbed my arse with one hand, the other desperately trying to hold his phone steady. He spread my cheeks and I leaned forward so he could get a better look as he exposed my pussy.

Smile for the camera! 

I reached down and took his cock, lowering myself upon it. Gripping his legs I began to bounce slowly up and down upon his thickness.

I couldn’t see him so did not know if he was watching the action unfold through the small screen of his phone. I bet he was one of these guys who go to a rock concert and watch the whole thing through his camera.

Put your phone down you’ll have a better experience.

I began to ride him a little harder, gripping onto his ankles as my pussy slammed down onto his hard cock.

I got the feeling from his moans that this ride wouldn’t take too long. Maybe he was just super horny. Maybe he didn’t have much battery left on his phone.

I quickened the pace, my grip on his ankles tightening. He was moaning hard and the sofa creaked in unison with my motion.

I’m good. I can make furniture moan! 

I could tell that his climax was imminent by his moans of pleasure and the fact his toes were curling. After a few further hard slams down upon him he came; the intensity causing him to drop his phone.

Bizarrely I agreed to exchange numbers with him and saw him around the bar. But there was to be no repeat performance.

I was never rude to him and would smile but I had no desire to make his sofa creak again.  It was a one-off show and anyway he had it on his phone for posterity.

I’m sure he understood. Just a quick passionate one nighter – nothing more. He seemed a reasonable guy. A reasonable guy with a video of me fucking him on his phone.

In the next part I introduce you to my first Boyfriend

The Homecoming of Selina

“Fuck me, what you done to your hair”

“Hi Dad” I smiled as he gave me one of his big bear hugs followed by a kiss on the head.

He took me by my shoulders and led me into the lounge “Here she is! Our clever girl” he said as I was greeted by some unenthusiastic cheers from my brothers.  Also present was my Uncle Joe and some bloke I had never seen before; there was always someone in our house that no-one seemed to want to claim ownership of!

“I haven’t got my results yet, Dad.  I may not have passed” I said, a little embarrassed by the attention.

“Rubbish! You’ve done well. You have the brains that they forgot to give to these numpties” he scoffed, gesturing to my brothers who were sitting on the sofa.

This prompted them to say ‘Hey clever girl get us a beer’ and ‘Hey Selina if you are so clever cook us some lunch’. Being the youngest I was always on the receiving end of their teasing. We would argue and fight; indeed to an outsider it would seem that we hated each other. The truth was we loved each other very much.

“What the fucking hell have you wankers done to my room” I screamed down the stairs.

“Oh yeh” said my older brother “Dad wanted to watch the snooker so we moved all the game consoles up to your room… It’s now a gaming room”

“Where the fuck is my stuff?”

“Calm down it is in a lock up. Go get it if you want” he replied with a smile.

But I never went and collected my stuff.  I knew my time back home would be brief. The plan I had set in motion did not include remaining in the East End. I felt a little bit ashamed when I thought like this; as if in some way I was betraying my roots by not wanting to be here anymore.

I feared that when I would come and visit my Dad people would say ‘Look there goes the girl who thought she was too good for us.” But it wasn’t like that and besides no-one would say that – East End people are good people.

I will always look back at my time there with pride. My Dad raised all of us on his own, he worked long hours  although  none of us are sure exactly what he did and perhaps it’s best not to know! He instilled in us a great worth ethic and encouraged all of us to better ourselves, to achieve our goals and dreams. Above all, he did this all with love – a lot of love.

My past is firmly in the East End of London but that is not where my future was to be. As my Dad confidently predicted I obtained my degree and with it a decent job quickly followed.  Within less than a year I was ready to leave home and start my new life.

Before I officially left I took one last walk along the streets where I had been raised. It was ridiculously over-sentimental as I was only moving to a different part of London and would be returning to visit my Dad regularly. It was more a symbolic stroll to signal I was moving on.

My walk took me to our local pub where numerous celebrations and commiserations had been toasted. It seemed fitting that I should pop in and have a final drink – until I’m back the following weekend!

When I walked in there were about fifteen or so people dotted about the place – guaranteed they all knew my Dad. I sat at the bar and ordered a wine.

“Hey Selina? Is that you?”

I turned to acknowledge the voice and saw Lewis. He was an attractive boy I had gone to school with.  He had light brown skin having been the perfect fusion of a beautiful African lady and a white gentleman.

We lived on the same street and therefore used to walk to school together. We would talk about the latest comics, video games or movies. He seemed impressed with my knowledge on these; aside from the fact they are not exclusive to just boys, living with three brothers it is unsurprising these would also become my main interests.

If Lewis had any romantic interest in me he never showed it; we never held hands and he was never my first kiss. There were two reasons for this, I was not really interested in boys at that age and in any event the Queen Bitch of the school, Lucy, had already got her claws into him.

As the self-proclaimed prettiest girl in the school she had secured herself the most handsome boy in the school who was Lewis.  Lucy surrounded herself with a group of like-minded bitches, always significantly less attractive than her. The group would engage in the normal bullying and humiliation of other pupils.

I kept myself to myself. I had no interest in playground politics. I just wanted to put my head down and get through school with qualifications. However, I had found myself on Lucy’s radar because of my friendship with Lewis.

She confronted me one day just as lunchtime was ending. As I made my way to my next class the group emerged and surrounded me.

“What you fucking doing with my boyfriend” said Lucy, angrily getting up into my face.

I ignored her and tried to walk on but she pulled me back by the shoulder.

“Don’t fucking ignore me you bitch” she screamed.

“We’re just friends Lucy” I said and went to walk away but two of the fatter girls in her group blocked my way.

“Get your own fucking boyfriend you whore” she responded before pushing me.

I ignored her once more trying again to walk away but they persisted. First it was the pushing, then they were spitting and then slapping me; punctuating each slap with the word ‘Slut’.

I did not want any trouble and once again tried to escape the spitting and slapping. One of the girls grabbed my backpack and handed it to Lucy who opened it up and spilled all the contents on the floor.

I got to my knees and begun to pick my stuff up all the while the slapping and name calling continued. I ignored their taunts of ‘Slut’ as I gathered my bits together. My willingness to avoid trouble kept me from lashing out. But, here’s the thing, everyone – and I mean everyone – has a breaking point.

I knew I could beat them. My Grandfather was an amateur boxer and had taught me to fight but my ability to throw a punch was at odds with my desire to avoid trouble.

Lucy bent down and picked up my purse and saw the dog-eared photo of my mother holding me as a baby.

“Who’s that?” she asked “Looks like a slut just like you” she taunted.

And there it is………..Snaaaaappppp!

I rose from my feet and face to face with Lucy I swung at her. There was a sickening sound as my fist connected with her nose. She let out a cry and fell to the floor. But I was not finished – I was angry. I was overcome with rage.

I climbed on top of her and began to pummel away at her face with my fists. Her gang were offering no resistance, their loyalty tested by their own sense of self-preservation. There was no willingness to risk their own safety at the hands of this feral girl beating their leader.

Lucy tried to block my onslaught but my punches were getting through. It took two teachers to come and prise me off her. They dragged me to the Head’s Office still screaming, my arms and legs flailing.

I sat outside the Head Teacher’s Office awaiting my fate; my face contorted into an expression of sheer hatred. This did not diminish until my Dad arrived. He put his hand on my shoulders and I cried.

“I’m sorry Dad” I said tearfully “But she said something about Mum”

He took my hands which were bruised and sore and smiled “You have nothing to be sorry for but be careful otherwise you will end up with hands like your old man”.

Such was the ferocity of my assault on Lucy that the Head Teacher wanted to exclude me permanently from the school. However, a kind word from my English Teacher reduced this to one month suspension and a letter of apology to Lucy.

Dear Bitch

Sorry I broke your stupid fucking ugly nose.

That month was spent keeping up with my studies or helping my Uncle Joe out on his stall. I also reflected on what happened; I had lost control and it frightened me. I resolved to keep check of my emotions but in making that declaration what I really was doing was just throwing all my anger, frustration, upset to the back of my mind.

On the surface this meant I was calm and happy but bubbling underneath was this concoction of negative emotions. This is where Horny Lina emerged from her. She is too raw to have come from my hopes, dreams and fantasies. Her hunger was more primordial. As she grew she would absorb the negativity and release it in the only way she knew how.

“Hey Lewis!” I replied “You still with wonky nose?”

He laughed taking a seat next to me “Nah! We split up a while back. Can I get you a drink?”

I accepted his offer and we spent the evening chatting about the latest pop culture and reminiscing about school. Lewis even attempted some casual flirting by often referencing the fact he wished he had asked me out instead of Lucy.

The evening went on and despite his sheer handsomeness he was nervously trying to find the right words to indicate he was attracted to me.  I teased him by playing dumb so he became more uncomfortable in his attempts.

I finished my drink and Lewis asked if I wanted another.

“Yeh, going to go out for a cigarette first. You want to come” I said.

“I don’t smoke.” he replied

“Good for you. Come keep me company though, yeh?”

We walked outside the pub and round to the side. I leaned up against the wall and lit a cigarette. Lewis lingered nervously around me.

“Why don’t you just say you want to fuck me” I teased

“Whaaaa? ermmm. Where did that come from?” he stuttered.

Exactly, where did that come from? There is a TV show in the UK and I am sure there are similar in other countries called Stars In Their Eyes. It’s a show where members of the public get to become their favourite popstar. They would go through a door as themself and emerge through smoke dressed as Elton John or whoever.

Sensible Selina was who Lewis was talking to in the pub but when I went through the door to the outside I became Horny Lina.

Tonight, Matthew I am going to be a little bit slutty.

“It’s what you want isn’t it?” I asked

“Well…erm yeh..I mean I wouldn’t put it like that” replied Lewis

I exhaled a plume of smoke and gestured him over “Come here then”

He slowly walked towards me “We can’t do it here” he protested.

I did not reply. I grabbed him by his shirt and kissed him, my tongue slipping into his mouth. Lewis just stood there his arms hovering by his side, his brain not yet caught up with what was happening and therefore unable to control any of his limbs.

I wrapped a hand round his head pulling him into me and as we kissed my other hand run down his front, down towards his groin which was already bulging. He lurched backwards;

“Selina we can’t…not here”

I shrugged and grabbed his shirt pulling him towards me again. I hooked my leg round the back of his and begun to grind on his swelling which groaned within his trousers. I could hear his protests which were now no more than a whisper, his resistance fading.

I unzipped his trousers and released his cock stroking it as I pulled down my tights and panties. With my legs hooked round his I lifted myself up and lowered myself down upon his arousal.

He let out at breathless moan as I slowly led him inside me.His strong legs took the force of me sliding up and down on his thick pole.

I raised my arm above my head and pressed against the side of the pub as I slammed down onto his cock.

He put his arms round me and brought me in closer; lifting me up and down upon him. My mouth was by his ear and I began whispering to him

“Did she let you fuck her like this?”

I slammed down harder on him. His grip tightening.

“Did she get you this hard?”

His athletic physique allowed him to thrust inside me as he held me. The force of his passion pressing me against the side of the pub.

“Did she Lewis? Did she let you do these things?”

He was losing control, his thrusts quickening.

“Did you think of me as you fucked her?”

His pace ever quickened. Hard, passionate, raw thrusts inside.

“This is what you want. Fuck me Lewis”

He could not hold back any longer. He let out a moan which he stifled by burying his mouth in my shoulder as he climaxed; his legs almost buckling before he could finish the last shot of his orgasm.

He gently lowered me to the ground and I pulled up my tights. I looked at Lewis who was breathing deeply, that look of confusion still on his face.

“Shall we get that drink now?” I asked, smiling as I made my way back inside the pub.

The rest of that night Lewis hardly said a word. It was as if his cock and his brain were having a conversation to see if they can work out what just happened.

I reflected that Lewis fantasised about having sex with me and I was after all The Fantasy Giver. But even I noticed there was something different about this time.

Sure it had been a quick fuck up the side of a pub. I didn’t orgasm but there was nothing unusual about that.

Seeing Lewis had invariably brought memories of Lucy back to the surface. They had been long buried but still raw. I hated her for what she said and I hated myself for what I did.

As Lewis was inside me I had a thought; it was only fleeting but long enough for me to remember.

I wanted Lucy to see what Lewis and I were doing. That every thrust inside me was further validation that I had won. I had beaten her.

I imagined her watching as Lewis’ athletic buttocks rocked back and forth. What would I do? Look over his shoulder and smile at Lucy. Keep eye contact with her as I welcomed every hard thrust inside me.

Where the fuck did that come from? That isn’t me. I’m not a bitch. It was ridiculous to think Lucy would know let alone care what Lewis and I did.

But that feeling lingered perhaps a little longer than was comfortable. When he came would I smile at her, blow her a kiss confirming I had beaten her?

Those feelings, those thoughts came from the slush of negative emotions. The slush that Horny Lina emerged from and feeds upon.  The slush she now slept contentedly amongst.

Yeh, Horny Lina could be a bitch.

My story continues with The Fellowship

The Evolution of Selina – Part Two 

As I entered my final year of university I had reached the conclusion that to obtain the highest level of sexual gratification I was going to have to indulge in other people’s sexual fantasies.

My experience with Gamer Dude had brought me so close. Maybe not through the door of complete sexual pleasure but at least right up to it, peering through the window at the delights that lay ahead.

The problem was I had no idea how I was going to do it. I mean how was I going to know what someone’s deepest fantasy was without asking them?

If I were just to go up to a guy and say “Hey what’s your sexual fantasy?” he would most likely respond for me to suck his cock, because that would be his dominant horny thought at that very moment. Guys are kind of predictable like that!

But I wanted to go deeper. To truly find out what they desired and to indulge their sexual fantasy, bringing it to life with orgasmic clarity.

Selina – The Fantasy Giver 

But how? Walk around with a sign saying ‘Get your fantasies here’. It’s also not like I  could just go round the local bars asking.

“Evening Steve, glass of wine please. Hey I don’t suppose you know anyone here who may need some deep sexual desire fulfilled?” 

“I dunno – you could try asking that guy there in the rubber gimp suit. He may know of someone” 

I was preoccupied with the practicalities of my quest when I met Daniel.

Daniel studied art and I had gone along to an exhibition of his and other students work.  I am a great lover of art – mainly the comic book kind.
He was displaying his drawings which were predominantly  of scantily clad cyber punk girls – they were beautiful.

I struck up a conversation with him about art, comic books and we started to hang out. There was no immediate spark between us; he was attractive but a little on the shy side.

He was quite insular and shared very little about himself but I did not need him to tell me what he was thinking because I could tell from his drawings. The window into an artists soul is through his work.

As I looked at his drawings I saw a common theme, a less than subtle hint of what he desired. Aside from his love of big titted girls with guns they were all adorned in stockings or tights – Daniel had a thing for nylon!

For me to indulge in his fantasy I would need to change my look. To be honest, I had bored of the long hair tied back and alternating between jeans or leggings; the change would be good for everyone.

Inspired by the drawings of Daniel I got my hair cut short and messy, changed my jeans to hot pants shorts or a plaid skirt adorned with black tights. The normally bland blouses were replaced by t-shirts, either plain or faded print of a variety of super heroes.

The outfit was finished off by some military style ankle boots and a leather jacket I picked up in a charity shop. I looked in the mirror and for a moment did not even recognise myself. But I liked it – My evolution was complete.

Horny Lina has got herself a super suit! 

“Wow, Selina you look… Different” was Daniel’s reaction when he saw me.

I ignored the lack of an actual verbal compliment because I could see in his eyes that he liked what he saw; his gaze lingering at my nylon legs.

We went to his room and whilst he hurriedly moved all his papers so I could sit down I noticed a particular drawing; it was of me reimagined as one of his cyber punk girls, it was not a far cry to the look I was currently rocking.

“Is this me?” I asked

“Maybe” he replied whilst attempting to grab the picture back from me.

“My arse isn’t that big!” I teased

“It’s artistic licence” he said taking the picture from me “Besides I was working from memory”

I smiled, the fantasy giver had an idea! “Draw me now”  I suggested as I laid on the sofa, lifting my hands above my head “Paint me like one of your cyber punk girls!” I giggled.

He smiled, sat down at his canvas as I positioned myself in different poses.

“Would you like me like this? ” – getting on all fours on the sofa.

“Or like this?” – sitting up right with my legs spread.

“Or this?” – crossing my legs and throwing my head back.

Daniel laughed “Stop it and come closer so I can see your face”.

I stood up and sat directly opposite him as he began to sketch.  I kicked of my boots and slowly begun rubbing my foot up and down his leg.

“Selina! What are you doing?” he asked. His face was obscured & so I couldn’t see how much he was enjoying it.

“Sorry am I distracting you?” I replied.

I moved my foot up higher, past his knee and gently caressed his thigh.

“Selina, what has got into you?” he said, his voice slightly cracking.

“Would you like me to stop?” I asked but no reply came so I moved my foot across from his thigh to his groin.

He was aroused and I traced the outline of his bulge with my big toe. I could feel it twitch inside the cage of his trousers, groaning to be released.

I heard him whisper my name and licking my lips I said in a quiet voice “Take it out.” My nylon feet hovered as he nervously unzipped his trousers, pulling them down slightly to release his cock.

He was fully erect already and as I ran my toe along the length of his shaft it was clear he had fantasised about this moment. Maybe not with me; we had after all just met & this was the first time he had seen me in nylons.

I reckoned somewhere amongst his art were sketches of his cyber punk girls stroking a variety of exaggerated cocks with their feet. When he saw me wearing black opaque tights did he recall those drawings & how horny he got creating them?

He was hard. When he sat down to draw me was he hoping for this moment? Did he allow himself  a moment to fantasise, willing for this to happen? For all I know his cock had been between many girls’ feet, but something told me this was the first time; the cracking in his voice, his heavy breath, the way he just sat there unsure what to do.

The physical pleasure he experienced at the touch of my foot merged with the fantasy in his head. I had his body and his mind; it excited me, aroused me.

I lifted his cock up with my foot pressing it up against his belly.  With my toe pressed against his throbbing head I ran my other toe up and down his groaning shaft.

I unzipped my shorts and slid my hand inside my tights. I was wet already, I was getting off on making his fantasy become a reality.

I took his cock between my feet, my heels pressed against his head, the soles feeling the thickness of his arousal. Slowly I began to stroke him as I pleasured myself with my own fingers.

“Keep drawing” I teased as I begun to stroke him a little faster.  I could not see his face but I imagined the look of pleasure on it. I knew he was enjoying this – I could sense it and that feeling drove my fingers deeper into my pussy.

I varied the speed and touch of my strokes. He was between my arches, then my heels or he was sliding between my silky soles – he liked that one.

I could hear his breathing become heavier. I felt his cock throb with pleasure through my nylons which had become moist from drops of his precum; up at the other end they were drenched from the attention I was giving to myself.

He was close – so was I. “Stand up” I instructed him and angled his cock towards the canvas as I increased the speed of my strokes.

He dropped his pencil and gripped my ankles, holding my feet in place while he thrust wildly between them. The sound of his pleasure as he fucked my feet made me rub my clit harder.

I could feel my orgasm building and I knew he that his frenzied thrusting was about to reach a climax. He wanted this moment to last, to be between my feet for as long as he could but the urge to release was becoming too strong.

The feeling of the pleasure I was giving him coupled with the erotic familiarity of my own touch was enough to bring me to orgasm which in turn caused Daniel to lose control and after a final few thrusts he came.

The canvas obscured my view of him ejaculating but I could hear his pleasure satisfyingly splash onto it, drops dripping on my feet and legs.

He stayed between my feet until he was empty and limp then slumped back into his chair. I stood up and walked over to him, feeling the dampness of his deposit with every step.

I leant over him to view the sketch, it was half my face embossed with the conclusion of our foot fun; thick streams of his cum still sliding down the canvas.

“Looks nothing like me” I joked, kissing him on the top of the head.

My remaining time at university was shared between exams and indulging in Daniel’s nylon fetish. This balance kept both sides of my personality satisfied.

Soon it was time to bid farewell to university and return back home to London; however I would be bringing someone back with me.

Not Daniel. That horny artist went back home up North, the long distance between us signalling the end of our relationship.

No, it was Horny Lina who would be returning with me. Newly evolved and ready for the next experience. All I had to do was control her.

With University finished it’s time to go Home

The Evolution of Selina – Part One

I was quite sexually active during my years at university. However like with Mr First Time my early experiences did not leave me truly satisfied.

For me something was missing, the acts I performed were for the gratification of whoever I was with. We don’t need to go through them in any real detail but they mostly consisted of handjobs, blowjobs and quickies.

Neither are the people, whom I performed these acts with, relevant to this part of my story – my evolution.  A few are probably worth mentioning;

Mr Talkative 

I hooked up with this guy who just simply loved to talk – before, during and after sex. It wouldn’t be sexual talk either just really mundane stuff interspersed with the odd acknowledgement of what I was doing.

So there I would be sucking his cock as he would be holding a conversation with me;

“So this weekend I’m going to the lake. Mm yes that is good Selina. The lake is beautiful at this time of year. You really should come along. Would you like to?”

I would normally give some muffled response. Not that I could get a word in, the only time he shut up was when he was about to cum. It would be like;

” We will probably take the boat out, there is the wonderful spot just along the river bank which……. Ahhh…. is wonderful for a picnic”

Mr Silent 

Conversely there was this guy who never said a bloody word. I’m not sure if he were training to be a ninja or something but he’d lay there deathly silent as I sucked him.

He was by no means the first cock I had sucked & I was confident in my technique & ability but even I had to double check everything was okay.

I’d look over his cock to check he was still alive, flicking at his balls for any sign of life. When he acknowledged I sat up and like an inexperienced lover asked him if this was okay, that I was doing it right.  His response was to give me a thumbs up!  When he eventually came he would  let out a little sigh as if he were watching a puppy play for the first time.

Gamer Dude 

This guy actually deserves a lot more credit than being a mere footnote in my sexual life because he was the first real step in my evolution.

Gamer Dude was a very fit, black guy. He had cornrows and a small whispy chin beard.  I had seen him around campus and we knew each other well enough to say hello but nothing more.

Then one day I was in the local shopping centre. It was my brother’s birthday and I was looking to get him a video game.  Gamer Dude approached me and saw I was buying the latest Call of Duty.

“That’s not a girl’s game – all the cute animal ones are over there” he said.

I smiled, ignoring his casual sexism and replied ‘Fuck you, kick your arse on these games any day”.

He laughed, “Prove it.”

So with the challenge accepted I would hook up with him every Thursday. Initially it was just to play video games and eat pizza but before long we were having sex.

At first sex with Gamer Dude was good – really good. He was by far the most well-endowed and proficient lover I had. Indeed, it was the first time I had experienced the delights of a black cock.

Despite being blessed with such a powerful weapon of pleasure he was not arrogant with it. He didn’t have me begging on my knees for a taste of his dark meat.

He would finish his game which normally involved him winning a big battle & like a triumphant warrior return home and have his woman.

Fuck me oh mighty warrior for I am yours. 

It was fun at first but quickly became stale. It just became part of our Thursday night gaming routine – pizza, game, sex.

Any initial passion disappeared and sex was no longer a prize he craved for a battle well fought; he seemed to get more excited when one of those stupid achievements popped up on his screen.

“Well done honey you killed all those bad guys.  Let me suck your cock” 

“Yes killed five enemies with a single grenade… Sorry did you say something?” 

It even got to the point where he would play on a game for so long that he would announce he was too tired for any sexual activity that night.

My Thursday night hook up was becoming boring & when I get bored I get horny and when I get horny I get naughty.

On this particular Thursday night he had become obsessed with playing online multiplayer on a particular game – I recall it was Halo. He had barely acknowledged my existence and I had resolved to end these Thursday night hook ups but, of course,  with one final sexy goodbye. It would, after all, be rude of me not to kiss that beautiful black cock goodbye.

I watched as he and his faceless band of merry men tried to capture a flag for what seemed the hundredth time. I was getting bored and knew he would not be turning this game off anytime soon.

I stared at his groin and  began to crave what was hidden beneath his sweatpants. I reached over and caressed his flaccid cock through the material.

“Not now Selina” he said slapping my hand away. But I persisted and I could feel his cock grow.

He flashed me a look and firmly said “No!” I could hear the tinny sound of his merry men emanating from his headset querying his exclamation.

I queried it too. His mouth was telling me one thing but his cock that bulged from his sweatpants told me something else. I chose to listen to the latter.

I unfurled his waistband to release his glorious penis. He was already erect when I took him in my hand. He felt harder than before and  spent time tracing every large vein of his huge member with my finger.

I playfully ran my tongue up the full length of his cock and admired how my saliva glistened on the darkness of his thick shaft.

I wrapped my lips round the brown head which expanded as if it were breathing. He was beginning to become distracted and I could hear the distorted sounds of concern from his team mates

“Hey man are you OK?”

“Dude are you with us?” 

No, he was with me and I begun my oral descent down his thick dark cock. He filled my mouth and I took him inside me inch by inch. I could feel his head brush up to the back of my throat depositing drops of precum – a salty thank you to such an hospitable host.

I bobbed my head up and down as he desperately tried to continue playing his game. Stifling his moans; his voice cracking as he tried to communicate with his team.

I lifted my head up from his cock, taking a deep satisfying breath of air. Saliva dripped down my mouth. His eyes firmly on the screen, his cock standing proud.

I took a condom from my purse and bent over to sheath his rigid cock. I looked up at him and he broke away from the screen to offer a weak shake of his head. But he was past the point of any real resistance.

I straddled him and begun to impaled myself on his rigid cock. It had never felt so hard & as I slowly lowered myself upon him I let out a satisfying high pitched yelp.  I looked him in the eye as he filled my pussy. I could sense a dark brooding passion but he broke eye contact to move his head to the side & concentrate on the screen.

I  slowly rocked back and forth, panting into his ear whilst in his other he could hear his team mates.

“Dude what the fuck are you doing” 

“Concentrate man” 

“Do you have a dog?” 

I started to ride him harder, my pussy rising over his shaft before slamming back down with a satisfying wet slap.

“The enemy has captured the flag. Go. Go. Go” 

It felt like I was riding a different cock. He had been inside me many times but it never felt so good. Every slide down his rigid pole felt more intense. Then I realised – he  was getting off on this.

It wasn’t so much the thought that his cock was so desirable that he hardly had to move a muscle to have a girl jump on it but it was something else.

He knew from our previous Thursday nights that all he had to do was, turn the game off and give me the nod.

This had nothing to do with me – it was them, his merry band of men. He knew none of them at that present moment currently had a girl sliding up and down their cock.

He was their Alpha. Their Master Chief and it aroused him.

I dug my nails into his shoulders as I rode him hard. I could sense he was about to cum. He dropped his controller and gripped me hard pounding deep inside me causing me to let out a moan of pleasure.

He rose from the sofa and announced each jet of hot cum that crashed against the protective sheath with a powerful thrust.  I screamed in delight – my own personal acknowledgement of his achievement.

With both of us breathless he lowered me gently onto the floor. I handed him back his controller and with his cock still twitching he returned to his game.

During the passionate finale his headset had been on and his merry men all experienced the climatic showdown.

“Dude were you just fucking a girl?” 

“You are the fucking man!” 

“What’s up with your dog, man?” 

All hail the Master Chief.

That night had all the right ingredients – spontaneity, passion and that something else. I’d given him something that he wanted, that he desired whether he knew it or not.

I don’t know whether during our previous hook ups he had hoped I would just jump on his cock whilst he was playing a game but it aroused him – like nothing had done before.

It was his fantasy, his desire and I had facilitated that. It was I who made that happen. That feeling of given someone what they want… what they truly desired aroused me.

I may not have reached the powerful orgasm I long craved but it took me so close.

As I lay naked on his floor watching him finish his game & accepting the plaudits of his sex starved compatriots I reconciled that this is how it would be from now on.

I was not going to be a convenient hole to satisfy a moment of horniness. I did not want my mouth or pussy to become nothing more than a masturbatory aid for the horny men needing release.

I wanted to feel that connection. That desire. I wanted to make people’s fantasies come to life.

Selina – The Fantasy Giver.

As I lay there I could not think of anything that could possibly go wrong with submitting to someone else’s fantasies.

Nope – could not see any problem with this plan at all!

The Evolution continues.

The Origin of Selina 

So as you begin your journey through the murky  waters of my dirty mind like any story we need to start at the beginning.

I know origin stories are dull as with any super hero movie you just want to jump straight into the action.

Not that I am suggesting I am a super hero – I did make a guy cum in his pants after only 15 seconds of rubbing once but I think that was more down to his weakness than any power I possess.

Thank you Handjob Girl you have saved the city once more with your quick wrist and supple fingers

We can skip through my early life quite quickly.  I had a normal, happy childhood.  No angst or issues here. It was all perfectly pleasant.

I am the youngest child and have three brothers. I got my bad habits of alcohol & swearing from my Dad, my attractiveness from my mother (who was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen) and my love of comics, horror movies & video games from my brothers.

It was quite cramped in our house so I would spend a lot of time in my room.  It was there that I would retreat to my mind.

Obviously when I was younger it was an innocent place. I’d read the latest Batman comic and then just imagine what it would be like to go on adventures with the caped crusader.

As I progressed through my teenage years the fantasy turned a lot more.. dirty.

Age 8 – Batman : Thank you Selina for helping me save Gotham from the evil of the Joker. 

Ten years later – Batman : Thank you Selina for… What are you doing? Why are you getting on your knees and …ohhh I see.. Is that Catwoman you are sitting on?

As I progressed towards womanhood the innocence of my mind had all but eroded.

Growing up in the age of the Internet I had unfettered access to any kink or perversion I was curious about. Not that I watched much porn; maybe the odd video and I probably obsessed a little too much over Hentai. However my main source were erotic stories.

I would read the explicitly described acts being carried with  my hand wandering  down between my legs. I would close my eyes and imagine that I was the woman in whatever story I was reading.

The scenes would appear in my mind so vividly; it was almost as if it were happening to me.  My mouth would get wet at the thought of a passionate kiss or my nipples would harden as I imagined them being sucked. I would arch my back and let out a breathless moan as I pictured with startling clarity a cock entering me; pushing my fingers deep inside me, attempting to mimic the feel of the girth as it moved past my swollen, wet lips.

I never had any sex toys and would have to improvise should I require something more than my fingers – a particular Catwoman statue I had on my bedside table proved very useful.

I would move around the bed and act out the positions my lovers would have me in – from behind, me on top, on my back with legs high in the air.

I was controlling the action – the speed of the thrusts, the intensity. My pleasure was not dependent on the experience & adequacy of someone else but simply by the limitations of my imagination; and when it came to erotic pleasure my imagination seemed to have no limits.

Fuelled by the erotic stories I read,  night after night my imaginary host would bring me to a shuddering climax. They were intense orgasms, legs shaking as a bit hard down on the pillow to muffle the sound of my pleasure.

The pleasure of my mind kept me fulfilled and I was adequately satisfied to not rush out and experience the actual physical act.

Besides I had found that with three brothers and a Dad that looked like he would murder anyone for just looking at his daughter boys just didn’t seem comfortable coming round.

It’s not that I didn’t do anything – a few handjobs & blow jobs here & there. These quick fumbles providing more pleasure to the recipient than myself.

I was 19 before I finally had sex. Away at university I could experience what had been playing out in my mind for so long.  To have physical pleasure and not have the guy lose his erection & run away because he thought he heard my Dad walking up the path!

Like many, my first time was not that special. If it weren’t for the necessity of recording such a milestone it would not really feature.

I can’t even remember his name, he was cute and had a fit body. I think he was in one of the university’s sports teams. We had met at a party, the usual flirting and then back to his place.

There was to be no seduction, I hadn’t even got my coat off before he was all over me. His hands pawing at my breasts & gripping my arse.  I could feel how aroused he was as he grinded up against me.

This was my first time and I should have been nervous but I wasn’t. The alcohol probably helped but those many times in my bedroom… in my head… I had experienced this moment over and over.

I slowly lowered myself down and unzipped his trousers releasing him.  I ran my finger up his shaft and began to gently kiss it.  I moved up to his throbbing purple head, my intention was to tease him with my tongue. His intention was to shove it straight in my mouth.

As he unceremoniously rocked back and forth inside my mouth I concluded that my first time was not going to be what I had imagined.  This was not to be my story but his.

My tongue wrapped around his advancing member & my hands gripped at his arse cheeks, my nails digging into his skin. A battle for control over this sensual encounter was occurring but I was losing the battle.

He pulled away, clearly wishing to avoid spilling his load so early in proceedings.

“Whoa!” he said “Not so fast.” Slightly patronising from the guy who had touched my body only moments before as if he were modelling something from play doh real quick.

He suggested we get naked. No erotic removal of each other’s clothes. He even seemed a bit put out when I asked him to help with my zip on my dress. No gently kissing my neck as he slowly pulled the zip down letting the dress fall to the floor. Nope, he flustered away at the zip and worried he could lose arousal suggested I jerk him off while he unzips me.

Eventually we were naked, his cock stood proud and he told me to turn around. There was no eroticism in his command, it was if he had given up on the idea of sex and just wanted to play a game of hide and seek.

He told me to bend over and I assumed he was was going to explore my pussy with his tongue. Many times I had been in my bedroom and felt a warm tongue run along my lips to my bud and….. No he was just going to stick his cock in me.

I say stick it in me, it was not the smoothest of entries. He kind of prodded around the back of me. I swear at one point he got his phone so he could use the light to find his way; either that or he was consulting Google Maps where to locate  it.

Eventually he was inside me. I let out a moan as I felt him enter. Admittedly I had felt more pleasure feeling my Catwoman statue enter me.

He started off slow, gently rocking his hips. I moved slowly back & forth onto his cock which to his credit was impressively hard. However he told me to stop doing that and so I just rested on my elbows, arse in the air somewhat confused as to what part I play in all of this.

He began to pick up speed and soon his thrusts were wild and he clearly was enjoying himself back there.

Physically I was aroused, the quickness of his thrusts meant that by the law of averages he’d hit the right spot every now and then. But in my mind I was bored. I realised that all this was for his pleasure not mine. I was just a vessel – this was his experience, not mine.. Not ours.

I could hear him and feel him bang away at the back of me and any wonder how long he could keep it up was quickly answered as he moaned heavy and with several exaggerated thrusts shot his load into the protective sheath.

There was to be no bringing me to orgasm or an intimate cuddle. He lay on his bed exhausted and breathlessly gave me directions out of his house. When I raised an eyebrow his eyes lit up & he said ‘Unless you want to do it again later’.

I got dressed and left. Walking back to my room I wondered if this were to be my physical sex life. That I would just be a receptacle for someone else’s horny desires.

Had my imagination created a high threshold that no one could physically achieve? As I climbed into bed I laughed ‘For fuck sake Lina you are over thinking things – the first time is always shit’. 

I turned and grabbed my Catwoman statue and closing my eyes and begun to experience what that night should have been like….

Now go experience my Evolution