My best sexstories

Whether I’m writing about joining the

mile high club, attending a “kissing

party”, or the joy that comes with not

caring about pubic hair, I often address

my sex life directly. Sometimes, I even

dispense unsolicited advice based on personal experiences on matters such

as staying faithful, and which

awkward scenarios couples should

expect to face in the sack. For this roundup of sensual stories,

however, I cast a wide net. What I

discovered is that everyone seems to

have a saucy tale worth sharing.

Below are the top 5 anecdotes of the

lot, which are sure to leave you flesh thirsty. (Each story has been edited for

clarity.)

1. Jerking around in-flight

(male, 30) My college girlfriend had an insatiable

appetite for sex. So an hour before

heading to the airport to catch a flight

to Italy in 2002 (the trip was our

graduation gift to ourselves), we had

sex. By the time we were boarding, she was already ready for more.

Naturally, we checked out the

plane’s bathroom, but we agreed

that it looked too cramped for a mid-air

romp. Undeterred, my gal summoned a flight

attendant shortly after takeoff and

requested two blankets. Then she

draped the navy blue polyester throws

over my lap, slipped her hand beneath

the makeshift barrier, withdrew my dick, and massaged me to erection.

Bear in mind that we were in a three-

seat row. She was by the window, I

was in the center, and a middle-aged

European dude neither of us knew was

sitting near the aisle. While jerking me off as slowly as

possible so as not to raise suspicion,

she whispered in my ear that she

wanted to make me come. It was odd

being shoulder-to-shoulder with a

complete stranger, and it wasn’t easy to muffle my increasingly heavy

breathing, but it was incredibly hot to

do something so daring out in the open.

After about half an hour, I came,

smiling wide, aware that I would never

forget that less-than-innocent hand job.

2. Starfucking (female, 20) The Spring Fling concert is a major

campus event at my small liberal arts

college. So when the famous rapper

we’d all been looking forward to

seeing for weeks singled me out and

pulled me up on stage mid- performance, it was a big deal. Dancing

alongside a verified celeb in front of

the entire school, I inevitably got a little

drunk on my five minutes of spotlight. I

decided right then and there that I was

DTF (down to fuck). But what transpired between us

wasn’t the wild, disconnected sex I

anticipated. To start, the dapper rapper

nibbled on my toes. He followed that

intimate gesture by caressing my body

tenderly all over. Then he told me he could love me, and offered to pay for

my college education! The next

morning, he invited all my friends out

to brunch. As soon as he left town, the reality that

he was twice my age, lived in Atlanta,

and traveled constantly set in. When he

texted a few days later, I was shocked

he hadn’t forgotten me already. My

ego begged me to respond. But rather than draw the whole thing out and

make myself vulnerable to

disappointment, I chose not to taint a

precious one-night stand. Hopefully the

disappointment didn’t kill him!

3. Suddenly single, seeking

sex cure (female, 35) A

s soon as my divorce became official

a few years back, I took a job working

as a television producer that required

traveling across the country with the

show’s cast and crew. As I

interacted with more and more new people for a few days at a time, I

formulated a theory: The only way to

cleanse my sexual palate of ex-

husband residue was to sleep with a

total stranger. I was unwinding at the bar of a cheap,

cozy hotel in the middle of America

one night when a handsome traveling

salesman started flirting with me: The

perfectly clichéd opportunity to regain

control of my sex life, right? Then I noticed his wedding ring. At the risk of

wasting erotic energy, I addressed the

issue directly. “My wife and I have an

understanding,” he said. Upstairs in his hotel room, we stripped

off our clothes and attacked each

other. We went at it three times in a

row, and with each orgasmic round I

shed a layer of the post-divorce blues,

just as I’d hoped. The next morning, my healer of a

salesman and I woke up to a call from

his wife and his guilty tone revealed

that his marital “agreement” was

probably one-sided. Honestly, though, I

didn’t feel bad. I needed to get laid, and I was grateful to be cured.

4. MILF-schooled (male, 27)

At 21, I caught an older, beautiful, fit,

blonde woman staring at me from

across a club in downtown Fort

Lauderdale. Soon enough, she asked

me to dance. We didn’t hook up that

night, but she gave me her number and I pledged not to let the opportunity slip

before leaving for school in two

weeks. That Friday night, she scooped me from

my parents’ place in an Escalade and

drove me to her suburban McMansion,

where two other badass cars were

parked in the driveway, and,

apparently, two young kids were tucked in bed. “My ex husband’s a baller,” she

explained. I didn’t ask questions. After the babysitter showed up, my

MILF and I headed to the nearest strip

club—her choice, not mine. A dozen

lap dances later, around 5am, we

checked into a hotel. As soon as the

door slammed behind us, I started kissing her and fondling her breasts

like I would with a woman my age. “Don’t rush,” she said. I took the cue. By the time I climbed on

top of her, the sun was rising. Finally! I

thought. I entered her eagerly, and she

moaned loudly. Overwhelmed by the

excitement of pleasing an older

woman, however, I blew my load in seconds. The upside to being young is

that I was erect again in minutes, and I

managed to prove myself during round

two. On top of checking off an

important bucket list item, I learned

something about pacing, and redemption.

5. It’s good to give (female,

34)

In my late 20s, I traveled all over

Europe with a close girlfriend. It was

our last day in Bulgaria when an

impressively well-built guy with really

thick dark eyebrows walked into our

hostel. I was more physically attracted to him than I’d been to anyone in a

long time, and after months of

backpacking without hooking up, I was

downright thirsty for sex. Looking

around the tent, I could tell I wasn’t

the only interested party. I’m not aggressive by nature, but I knew I had

to trample the competition fast—or

miss my chance. Once my target set his bags down, I

grabbed him by the arm and ushered

him outside. We chatted for two

minutes in the dark, during which time

I learned two things about him: He was

a British-Indian amateur boxer, which explained the toned body, and he was

seven years older than I was. That was

enough for me to yank his belt off and

pull his pants down. Right outside the

packed hostel, I gave him a blowjob

with more gusto than I’d ever devoted to oral sex. The moment

demanded impromptu action, and it

was worth it. Who knew it could be so

damn satisfying to be so generous?