Sexcapades (vol 6)
I had just moved to the Welly campus at the start of this semester and only had one friend from Auckland here. He invited me to a party and I started adding vodka to my beer to get obliterated (as you do when you don’t know anyone) … Eventually I went outside to smoke a dart and some dude comes and tries to pick a fight with me. I back away and this girl comes out of nowhere. She gives me an instant pair of fuck-me eyes and says, “Do you wanna go for a walk?” I was a fresh lesbian to the capital, and I was after a refreshing summer-romance, even if it meant getting some WAP just for one-night-only. So naturally, I took her arm and said, “Yeah let’s get outta here.”
We marched through the city for a bit and had some flirty small talk. Before I knew it, we were sitting on a concrete-slab making-out in what seemed to be a nice field? I didn’t know her, she didn’t know me, what a great way to make a new fuck-friend in the big smoke! She was submissive from the first lip-bite. She put her legs over mine, I put my hand on her neck and nibbled on her ear. She shoved a finger in my mouth and told me she was going to fuck my brains out. I unzipped her jeans and started playing with her clit to put her back in her submissive place. She let out an annoying (but cute) porn-star moan – This is when it became apparent that it would be me fucking her brains out. I bent her over the concrete slab and ate her out – definitely the hottest sex I’d ever had until I started sobering up and realized where we actually fucking were…
I pull my mouth away from her vagina. I read a name on the concrete slab, followed by a date, followed by the words “In loving memory of our precious star, always in our hearts.”
We were fucking in a graveyard, on a DEAD PERSON’S headstone.
By this point, I was a little freaked out, but like, I still hadn’t had the chance to cum yet. So, we kept going and somehow it felt more spiritual than before. I was disgusted in myself but at the same time… was this fate?
After this night, I couldn’t remember your name and I couldn’t find you on the invite list so if this story sounds familiar, please email sexcapades@massivemagazine.org.nz so that we can be in touch and get freaky again!