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I have written a few short stories about my experiences that I'll post on here occasionally. Hope you enjoy them.
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The First Time My BF Came Inside Me
Posted:Jun 15, 2015 9:00 pm
Last Updated:Mar 24, 2017 10:07 pm
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Dave was my first BF. He was the 3rd man I ever sucked, the 2nd man to fuck me, but the first man to fuck me bareback. This story is about the first time we made love without a condom.
He actually fucked me on our first meeting, at his house. I wasn't expecting it, because we had talked on the phone and we were just going to meet in person and see if we had a mutual attraction. It was obvious right away that we did, and he had me in bed in less than an hour.
About a month later, on our third date, we were in bed and he asked me if would like to be his gurlfriend. He said he knew a place in Columbus where we could get tested so he could fuck me without a condom. Going bareback was going to be a huge step for me, but I really liked him, so I said yes.
He made the appointment and drove us there two weeks later. I was nervous about it, only because I thought when we walked in together everyone would think we were a gay couple (I didn't go there dressed), but he said not to worry, these places are used to it. That's why they were there. It wasn't as bad as I thought. Everyone was professional and we were out of there very quickly.
The next part was waiting for test results, which took about a week. I already knew I was safe, but it was still a thrill to get the letter that said so. It was an even bigger thrill when Dave called me and said his test was good, too! Of course we made a date for the next weekend, but it was a very long wait since I already knew what was going to happen.
I got to his house Friday night about 7 o'clock. I knocked and then walked in, carrying my overnight bag filled with my lingerie, heels, makeup, and everything else I usually carried to his house. I didn't start driving to his house already dressed until later because I was still too nervous about it, but he never minded waiting for me to change when I got there. He was waiting for me on the couch.
We smiled at each other knowingly as I approached him. "I'll hurry," I said, heading for the bedroom. He just laughed as I went in a shut the door.
All I owned was lingerie. He seemed to like anything I decided to wear, and he hadn't made any special demands for tonight, but an all-white outfit seemed to be the natural thing. So I bought a new set, a simple pair of patterned stockings and garter belt, and a short, sheer teddy. I already had a pair of white high heels. I tried to hurry but I was so excited I kept dropping everything. It seemed like it took hours to get everything on so I felt and looked good.
Finally, I sat down on the side of his bed, crossed my legs, and called to him. I'm ready, baby! I heard the television go off, and then he was standing in the doorway.
I was in a romantic mood, but I knew he had been with gurls before, so this wasn't anything new to him like it was for me. He came over and leaned down to kiss me, so at least he liked what he saw. He led us through our usual routine of foreplay and fondling, and then his cock found its way into my mouth. He was 8" and uncut, my first, and I thought it was very sexy from the first time I saw it.
As soon as he pushed my legs apart to get on top of me, I was trembling, but he was smiling. I felt his cockhead touch me, and then he was in me...the first time a naked cock had penetrated me. It sounds silly now, but he felt bigger in me that way. I always tensed up a little when he first pushed into me, so maybe I was just nervous I suppose. He leaned over me and kissed me, still moving inside of me. Dave's first load was always heavy and I figured this one would be HUGE.
He lasted longer than I thought he would, but when he started cumming we both moaned and his strokes got very long and deep, and I was looking at his face and feeling his sperm going into me, and that's when I started to cry. It was probably the most intimate, incredible feelings I have ever felt, and right at that moment, I felt very close to him. As he finished, he leaned down and kissed me, and that just made me cry harder. I started thinking about how I would be carrying his seed in my body for the rest of my life, and that's when I knew I was his gurlfriend.
He stayed in me and kissed me until I stopped crying, hushing me very softly. Then when he pulled out he moved up towards my face and I just instinctively turned to his cock. I didn't even think about what I was about to do, I guess because I was emotional about what he just did to me, I just took his cock in my mouth and sucked him.
He never fucked me with a condom again for the two years we were together.
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the Mental Aspect of being Rikki
Posted:Jan 14, 2015 8:14 am
Last Updated:Jun 15, 2015 9:07 pm
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I have a thought for all you guys: I'm sure gurls tell you all the time how it feels physically to them when you fuck them, but what about mentally? I thought some of you might be interested in knowing what I'm feeling when you're making love to me or when you're just abusing my pussy.

When I'm dressed up to be Rikki, dating men is always about being obedient and satisfying them sexually, but I have learned from experience that only a big cock can really hold my attention. The physical reason is probably obvious to all of you, but I wanted to try to describe what it does to me mentally....it doesn't really matter if we're in missionary, or if I'm on all fours with him behind me, I feel very much under a man's control (well, completely controlled) by him. The wider he stretches me, or the deeper he drives into me, the more I feel his power and control. I really kind of get "lost" in him, you know? That's why I only date well-hung men now.

Taking a hung man all the way up inside me makes me feel feminine of course, but it also makes me feel like property. Maybe I could describe it like a saddled with a rider on top, or a on a leash, or just impaled on a spear, I'm not sure. As soon as a hung man puts his cock into my body, he makes me feel absolutely vulnerable and weak and sexy (the feelings I CRAVE). That usually makes it easy for me forget where I am and who I am. It's pretty hard to fake a reaction when you have 8 or 9 or more inches of thick cock pushed up inside you!
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My First Boyfriend
Posted:Apr 12, 2014 2:35 pm
Last Updated:Mar 24, 2017 10:08 pm
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I have been dressing in women's lingerie and experimenting with dildos since I was a . The next step was to find a man to fuck me, but for many reasons, that didn't happen until I was 30. (I already posted the story of how it happened). This is the story of the first man to become my boyfriend.
I met Dave a few months after that first sex date. He was 53 and I was about 33. We met the same way I found the first man, through a telephone dating service. I answered his ad, and he responded. We talked on the phone a couple of times, and he sounded sane and made me feel comfortable right from the beginning. I told him that I liked to dress in lingerie, heels, and makeup, that I was still new at this even though I had just recently lost my anal virginity to a man. I also told him that I felt submissive with men, and he said that was fine, because he was a dominant type. He had to explain to me what a 'Top' and a 'bottom' were, and then we both laughed when I said I thought I was a bottom gurl.
We only lived about a half hour apart, so he invited me to come to his house in the country for our first meeting. The plan was for me to come as 'regular' me (not dressed as a gurl yet), and we would just talk, nothing else, and see if there was any attraction between us. I had no idea what was to come.
When I got to his house, we sat at his kitchen table and talked for awhile, and the mutual attraction was obvious. I wasn't really flirting because I was nervous and still pretty new at this, but he seemed very comfortable and made me feel the same way. Soon he smiled at me and said, "I think you're cute, Rikki." I smiled back shyly and thanked him, and told him I thought he was good-looking, too. Without another word, he got up and walked around the table, took me by the hand and helped me up, pulled me against him and kissed me. I didn't resist at all, I just fell against him and put my arms around his neck. That's all it took.
When he broke the kiss, he gently took my hand and led me to his bedroom. I was a little bit nervous that things were happening so fast, but not nearly as nervous as I had been on my first date. The only thing I was really worried about was that I wasn't in lingerie and high heels for him, and I said so.
"I wanted to be dressed sexy and make the first time special," I said softly. He told me there was plenty of time for that on later dates. Right now, though, he wanted to see just how submissive I would act for a complete stranger when it wasn't planned.
He had already told me his cock was 8" and uncut, and I admit I was excited to see it! I guess I already felt safe with him, and maybe pretty brave, too because I didn't try to stop him from doing anything he did next. I do know I was horny and getting more so by the minute. He started undressing me slowly, staring with my shirt, then my jeans and underwear. He was still completely dressed (I think now that's why I feel so feminine to be dressed sexy in front of a man that still has all his clothes on). Then he guided me back to sit on his bed. He got a set of leather ankle and wrist restraints off of his dresser, and put them on me. I just sat there obediently and watched him doing this, knowing I was about to be in a very helpless position with a man I just met, but it was getting me excited!
Once those were on, he helped me to my feet again, turned me around, and linked my hands behind my back. He told me to put my feet together, and then he did the same with my ankles. Next, I saw a leather collar go over my head, and he fastened this around my neck. He only spoke to me when necessary, and that made me excited, too.
He reached around and hooked a finger in the D ring on the collar, and turned me to face him.
"Ok?" he asked. "Yes," I said nervously.
He smiled again, and then led me slowly to his bathroom. I could only shuffle my feet to keep up. He reached into the tub and started the water. I saw a small hose from an enema bag hooked to the faucet, and I began to feel like he had planned this all along. But by that point I didn't care. I knew I wanted him. When the water was warm enough, he turned me away from him and told me to lean over the tub. I did, and then he pushed the hose into my ass. I can't even begin to explain how erotic it felt. When he thought I was full enough, he removed the hose and slid a small butt plug into me.
Now remember, all this had happened less than an hour after I arrived at his house.
Next he moved me around until I was sitting on the toilet, and then he took out his cock. He wasn't hard yet when he pushed it against my lips, but that didn't last long. I wasn't even thinking anymore, I was just reacting. He was so gentle and confident about what he was doing that he just made me feel like it was all natural and normal. He put his hands on my head and let me suck him for several minutes. Then he pulled back and turned around and put his asshole in my face. "Lick it, Rikki," he said. I had never done that before and wasn't sure I wanted to, but he pushed backwards while reaching around to pull my face against him, so I did it. It was kind of like the first time I swallowed cum....as soon as I stared doing it, I knew I liked that, too.
He let me rim him for awhile, and then he turned back around and put his cock into my mouth again. He was even harder now. He put one hand on the back of my head and the other on my stomach, and then he pushed his cock against the back of my throat while pressing on my tummy at the same time. He knew exactly what was going to happen. I gagged, which forced the buttplug and most of the warm water out of me. Then he pulled back and let me get a breath, and I saw him grinning at me. "That's a good slut," he said, and then he did it all again. He repeated the act about 3 or 4 more times until I was empty. When he stepped back, I looked up at him, trying to get my breath back. I was a little bit scared now, but he kept talking in that soothing tone and told me he thought I was a very good slut. I had never been called that before, either....and I liked it.
He helped me up and led me back to his bedroom. He told me to bend over and lay face down on the bed, but keep my legs straight and spread wide, and he pushed them even farther apart with his foot. I could see back between my legs as he put on a condom, and then he asked me for the first time if I was enjoying this. OMG YESS! I said, and I meant it.
He fucked me in the ass until he came in the condom, and later he released my wrists and I sucked him until he came in my mouth. When he was done, I got dressed, we kissed at the front door, and he invited me back the next weekend. Of course I said yes! He told me to come dressed as slutty as I wanted, but I could put regular clothes on over the top if I wanted to. From now on, he said, whenever I came to him, I should dress and act like a gurl.
For our second date, I picked out the nicest lingerie I had. I did wear jeans and a top over it, but I decided that since I was already wearing my wig and makeup, I might as well wear my high heels instead of carrying them. I was already pretty good at walking in them, but I had never driven in them. He seemed to like what he saw when I got to his house that evening. He took me directly to his bedroom, and we made love and kissed and fondled each other for the next several hours. I got home very late that night.
Our third date happened about a month later. It was alot like the second, but I was getting more comfortable with him and acting my role as a gurl. At some point in the evening, in missionary, he looked down at me and asked me if I wanted to have a boyfriend. I had never really thought about it, but I really liked the way he treated me. He suggested we both get tested for std's, and that we would only see each other so he could fuck me bareback. I knew that was going to be a huge step for me, but I really wanted to try it, so I said yes.
He made the appointment for a couple weeks later and even drove us there. After that, he always fucked me bareback. The first time he got on top of me and slid his naked cock into my pussy was when I knew I was his gurlfriend. And when he came inside me, it felt incredible! The intimacy we shared of having his cock inside me when he got off was such a beautiful experience. The hottest part about it for me, was knowing that I would be carrying his seed in my body for the rest of my life. That's still a huge turn-on, even now.
I didn’t date anyone else except him for 2 years. The sex got more creative each time, and most of what I know now I learned from him, like taking his cumshots all over my face, tasting and eventually swallowing his piss, fisting, rimming, and BDSM. We even slow-danced in his living room, him fully dressed and me in high heels and lingerie. Dave was the man who introduced me to bondage and discipline. He was good at finding out what I could take or what I liked, and just as good at pushing my limits to get what he wanted. Most of the time I couldn’t refuse him. We played all over his house. He had a screened-in sun porch on the back of his house, so in the summer we usually played there or outside. He had a big backyard and neighbors that were close (but not too close), so the fear and thrill of being seen was always there (I don’t think we ever did). We didn’t do any really weird, uncomfortable bondage positions, just simple ones where he could spank me or crop my ass or fuck me without ever untying me.
One of the greatest moments in our relationship for me when he made me cum just from fucking me. I didn't have to touch myself at all. We were in missionary, him leaning over me and I had my arms around his neck. He was hitting me just right and it was so passionate, and it just happened. I didn't even know that was possible. When I felt it coming, I let out a long moan and Dave just kept fucking me and fucking me, all the way through it, and I started crying. He smiled at me and kissed me, and that just made me cry harder. Not long after I came, Dave came too. It was the most beautiful experience I have ever had in bed with a man. It was almost like the ice was broken, because after that he fucked me into orgasm more often. Not every time, but when he did it almost always left me in tears of joy.
It was in our second year when he brought in two friends of his to fuck me, but I didn't know about it until we were already in bed one night. We were making love with Dave on top, and I heard a knock on the front door. The next thing I heard was the door opening! I looked at Dave in shock, but he just smiled and kept going. "Tonight you get to live one of those fantasies you told me about," he said, and then they were there, standing next to the bed!
One was white and older. The other was younger and black, my first. To this day he is still the biggest cock I have ever had: 10 beautiful inches. Both of them wore condoms with me except when I sucked them. I was immediately very nervous, but I trusted Dave, so it turned out to be very exciting. That one lasted literally all night, and I could still feel what they did to me about three days later.
Dave eventually transferred to a new job out of state, and we lost contact. I know I owe a lot of my sexuality to him. It wasn't until years later that I realized what a lucky gurl I was back then. A few guys who have heard this story have asked me if I was in love with him. I wasn't sure at the time, but I still have very fond memories of our time together.
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How a T-gurl should treat her man...and expect to be treated
Posted:Jan 4, 2013 5:14 pm
Last Updated:Mar 24, 2017 10:08 pm
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This is just my opinion, of course. Feel free to disagree or comment!

Once she has put on her lingerie, high heels and makeup, the ONLY thing that matters, the ONLY thought that should be on her mind, is his COCK and HIS pleasure. Nothing else is important.

As soon as her man enters the room, from that moment on he has the right to think of her as his private playground. This is his night! He should treat her like he owns her, like common property, just like he owns his car or his house. HE decides what he wants, WHEN he wants it, HOW he wants it, and then he takes what he needs from her. HE is in control and running the show. HE is her KING, and she owes it to him to act like his sex goddess, slut, , or gurlfriend.

It is a man's right to use a gurl's body to get the pleasure he deserves, and it's the gurl's job to be submissive to those needs. As a , it's her duty to offer her body to him completely, accepting whatever he gives out, and giving to him anything he demands, willingly, without hesitation, and without shame. She does this because she understands it is her only purpose for being. Having the special opportunity to serve him, to please him, to receive his attention and accept his cock inside her body is all the thanks she deserves and should expect. Simply being allowed to be with him is an honor, and she shows her appreciation by being attentive and obedient.

The gurl should have no choices in bed. Every sexual act is up to the man, unless he allows her a choice, but that should be only rarely. Her most important contribution to the sex is her submission.

A man's sperm is very precious and should never be wasted. Once he makes the decision to let it shoot it out of his balls, it is her job swallow it, wear it, or receive it in her womb, and only HE decides which place that will be.

Discipline and correction for the gurl is very often necessary, sometimes even if she has been behaving correctly, just to remind her of his authority and ownership of her body. He won't leave any permanent physical marks, but they may be mental. Discipline may be anything from a verbal reprimand or humiliation, up to light physical abuse, including face slapping, pussy whipping, nipple torture, or anything similar he may think of. After receiving his discipline, she should apologize for her mistakes, thank him for his love and correction, and then beg for his forgiveness. She understands that he has done this for his pleasure and for her own good, never out of meanness, so that she can grow as a woman. During these situations, she will never be made to feel that he does not care for her. He will make it clear that the basic need for discipline is to help her learn her role with him.

Dressing appropriately for each date or sexual encounter is also important. Tall, sexy high heels or boots are required at all times. All other clothing should be chosen according to his usual desires or his specific requests, which almost always will be slutty in nature.

For encounters that do not normally require sex, such as a public situation where he decides it would be inappropriate, she should be still be mentally and physically ready at any time to perform for him. This could be as simple as a kiss, holding hands, a blowjob and swallow in the men's room, a quick bend-over fuck behind parked cars, or a private gang bang situation for his friends or strangers. Because she is his property, anything can happen at any time.

If he decides he wants sex from her on a regular basis ( as in a relationship), she must understand that he may wish to collar her or mark her in some way to warn others that she is owned. After that happens, she cannot accept dates from other men without his knowledge and consent.

At all times, he will protect her and make her feel she is safe in his presence. Her sexual satisfaction comes primarily from knowing she has pleased him. Any other fulfillment she receives, such as an orgasm, is nothing more than a bonus and should not be considered as necessary to her training as a .
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What sucking cock means to me
Posted:Dec 5, 2011 4:28 pm
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2017 7:03 am
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I get a lot of messages from guys that start off with “wanna suck my cock?” or something like that. I do love sucking my date’s cock, but starting your first message to me like that won’t get my attention….it just gets you deleted. I’m not looking for cocks to suck. I’m looking for a man I enjoying being with sexually…and then sucking HIS cock. And doing it as sexy as possible.
So I thought I would try to explain what giving head to a man means to me.
I always want to suck his cock the best I can, not just to make him cum, but to make him proud to be a man, and turn him on so much that he’s super-hard and finally can’t take it anymore, so he just has to push me off of him and fuck me.
Talk to me while I’m sucking you. It can be dirty talk or romantic. I appreciate having you tell me how it feels to you. Don’t be shy about asking me to do something again, or do something you liked in a little bit different way. If my face is between your legs already, why not? I want you to be satisfied and happy. If you’re treating me well, I don’t say no very often. I also really appreciate it if you caress me while I’m doing it to you. On my face, shoulders, legs, anywhere. Use my nipples to pull me down onto your cock.
I’m submissive, so you can start showing me your control by telling me to get on my knees in front of you while you stand over me (especially if you’re still dressed!). Or you can lay back on the bed, or sit in a chair and tell me to suck it. Once I’m comfortable with you or you have me very excited, you can put me on my back with my head hanging over the edge of the bed and fuck my mouth. Just take it easy at first until we find out how much of you I can handle…maybe even test me with your fingers. If you want to fuck all the way down my throat, please talk to me before you do it. If you have me hot already, I’ll probably try it.
Giving head is much more than just pumping my mouth back on forth on your cock. I'm very oral, so I adore making it long, sensual, and passionate. To me, giving good head also means licking, sucking and kissing your balls, running my tongue up and down your shaft, twirling the tip of my tongue around your head or flicking it in your pee hole, kissing your asshole, and using my hands to caress your stomach, legs, and cock. Really, I’m trying to use my mouth to make love to your cock. I also love a man with an uncut cock, and if your foreskin is sensitive, I’ll pay a lot of attention to it, too.
Will you get excited watching your cock slide in and out between a pair of wet, lipstick-covered lips? I'll be looking up at you adoringly and thanking you with my eyes for allowing me to taste you and hold your cock in my mouth.
My ex-BF liked to watch me do ass-to-mouth for him, and I’ll do it again in the right situation, but I usually like to save that for a very special guy. Pull your cock out of me and tell me to suck it and get you wet again. Or fuck me until you're ready to cum, and then shove your cock back into my mouth and make me swallow all you have to give.
I love the taste of cum. I get really turned on by hearing you groan and feeling you grow hard and shudder when you get off in my mouth. I also love taking your load on my face. It makes me feel very submissive to you.
I would also like to try sucking a man while I'm smoking, holding a mouthful of smoke as you slide your cock between my lips, blowing the smoke across your cock, taking your cum on my face and lips, and tasting your sperm on my cigarette. I’ve never done that one yet.
Taking your cum is a beautiful act for me. A man's cum is very special, and to me it's an honor if you allow me to taste it or wear it or carry it inside me.
I don’t suck your cock just because that’s what you expect from a T-gurl. I suck it because I love to do it and it turns me on so much to give that kind of pleasure to my man. I want to make him happy to be with me. It’s very romantic and erotic to me when you put your cock in my mouth and let me suck you….being so close to you, smelling you, tasting you, and having your most intimate body part inside my body. I try to make the most of our time together. Hope you will, too!
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