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Are you a sub? Do you feel a need to please and to be pleased?
I love the dynamic that takes place in a D/s relationship. I'm looking for a partner who would like to explore new limits and trust me to push her through some limiting boundaries. It is extraordinary how that feels when that happens and I'm looking for somebody to take on that journey with me. Is that you?
Do you get excited when you think about being submitting? Do you think about going over my knee, having your dress raised and panties lowered and waiting for the first hand to fall on your naked, vulnerable bottom?
If you do, have you ever fantasized what would it be like to feel the left hand of a soft-spoken, experienced DOM on your exposed, soft ass? The hand of a man with easy self-assurance who is telling you what to do? A cultured man controlling you in an accent that conceals a single-minded goal to take you to new thresholds and burst through old boundaries?
Do you sometimes wonder what it would be like to just let down your hair and ENJOY the pleasures of life without having to worry about commitment, obligation, etc, etc, etc. We all have NEEDS and Fantasies you know. As long as you are safe and discreet there is NO reason for you to not explore this side of yourself. It most certainly does not mean you do love your partner.. it only means you would like something different now and again.
Perhaps you wish you could just lie back and enjoy a nice, slow, full body massage.. Perhaps you 'ache' for someone to orally pleasure you multiple times... Maybe you just want to orally pleasure them? Perhaps you want it all with someone new.. It may even be your curious about being with more than one...
It doesn't matter what you crave... If you just hold it all inside you, then you are not doing you OR your partner any good as the though.. perhaps the frustration will just build and build over time until you are both miserable.
Talk to me.. tell me what it is you think about? I want to know your fantasies, pleasures, curiosities.. IF and when you are comfortable I will help you make them all come true.
Don't let life's pleasures pass you by.. Life is to short so PLEASE find the courage to enjoy it. As I said before.. just be safe and discreet..
I consider myself to be a compassionate Dom, one who gets to know you, what you want, what you need and what you desire, then work with you to achieve you innermost desires and fantasies. I can be sensual or disciplinary; soft or hard; fast or slow. If you've never experienced the rush of insatiable erotic desire that arrive at precisely the same moment when you are receiving one of life's great erotic experiences.
I’m looking for serious replies and a real time meeting. If you are too and if you like what you hear, write to me and let's explore compatibility. Experience isn’t in any way important and don’t be put off by mine. I’m a great teacher and if you are willing to let go and explore then I can rock your world.
I want you to tell me, what it feels to be a sub?
What emotions do you deal with, when you realized that you had this need to be dominated?
Tell me your stories, your fantasies. What are your fears, your desires?
So, tell me your secrets, tell me your erotic stories, your fears, emotions, and desires
This is your opportunity, to let me know what you dream of, what you desire, what you feel.
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A Complete Slut
A complete slut makes herself available for the fucking & cumming pleasure of men.
A complete slut lives to provide pleasure. She cares only that her body is used however necessary to provide pleasure to men.
A complete slut doesn’t require foreplay. The thought of being used makes her holes wet and ready.
A complete slut appreciates men to use all 3 of her holes for their enjoyment. She appreciates having all her holes used at the same time, repeatedly.
A complete slut is always ready for cock. She lives for the pleasure of men and longs to feel the shaft of cocks being thrust in her holes. Upon meeting, she will happily strip, spread her legs and allow men to immediately begin thrusting their cock in any hole they desire.
A complete slut desires to be used by many men. She strives to provide pleasure to as many cocks as possible, preferably in groups. Her most enjoyable experience is 2 have a cock in each hole and 1 in each hand with many more waiting to use her.
A complete slut likes to be watched while being used. She enjoys others knowing and seeing that she’s a complete slut.
A complete slut enjoys being used by cocks. Being used by the largest of cocks allows her to prove to herself and others that she is ready, willing and able to have her holes stretched to the max and be punished with cock.
A complete slut loves to swallows cum. She relishes the flavor of male sperm and can’t get enough. She views her cunt as a tool to massage a mans cock shaft until it’s ready to shoot a huge load of hot, sticky semen down her throat and she often begs men for their cum.
A complete slut will submit to all cocks. She understands she’s not getting fucked for her pleasure or enjoyment. She feels honored to be able to make any man’s cock hard and will gladly allow herself to be used by any cock at any time.
A complete slut is totally submissive. She wants her body used in any way it provides pleasure to a man. She enjoys being used as an object, even if her use includes humiliation, force or some degradation. She enjoys some pain and discomfort, but only if it provides more satisfaction for the man/men using her.
A complete slut dresses like a complete slut. If she knows she’ll have contact with men, she’ll dress in whatever way that makes the man/men horny. Her goal is to make them hard so they can use her. She’ll often wear a short skirt without panties and spread her legs. This shows the men that she’s a slut and ready to be used immediately.
A complete slut expects to be called a slut. She appreciates everyone, especially men, knowing she’s a slut. It makes her proud that others know her purpose in life. She loves to be verbally abused by men while they use her.
Are you a complete slut?
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Sexy Thanksgiving Story
I saw you across a crowded room. Among all the others that were there, The lights seemed to shine down on you alone. I knew then I had to have you for my own.
Willingly, you came with me to my home. From the car, I carried you & threw the door.
Looking at you, I admire your body, your well shaped legs, and breasts. Slowly I remove what wraps, around your body so tightly, fitting you like a glove. Exposing your tender white skin.
From your neck I remove your charms, and carry you off in my arms, to the warm water that awaits.
The water cascades down your neck, flowing over your soft breasts then, making your legs glisten with wetness. Droplets of water cover your taut skin.
My hands rub your body, ummmm running them threw the beads of water. Making them trickle down off your body.
I place my fingers inside you. You are warm and moist, so ready. I carry your still dripping body, to a laying place, so that I can put inside you what was well prepared to enter you before we even came through the door.
As soon as I lay you down your legs spread open wide. You are ready now and so am I.
I put a little in slowly at first, getting a feel for how much you can take in.
I put in more, you take it willingly. In anticipation, faster and faster I put it in, pushing it in deeply as far as I can, until I can't put any more in, you are so tight. With your legs wrapped tightly, not wanting to release any of it,
I make you so hot for a very long time, until your sweet juices escape from within. Then I taste you, with my tongue at first, your skin is so soft and tender.
I taste more of you with my mouth, you are so hot and moist, you taste so good.
Your juices coating my mouth, making me drool in anticipation of eating you more, with every taste.
"Oh yes", I say to you,
I must say Grace "Thank God for Butterball turkey.... Amen"
- Take a drink of whisky
- Put turkey in the oven
- Take another 2 drinks of whisky
- Set the degree at 375 ovens
- Take 3 more whiskys of drink
- Turk the bastey
- Whisky another bottle of get
- Ponder the meat thermometer
- Glass yourself a pour of whisky
- Bake the whisky for 4 hours
- Take the oven out of the turkey
- Floor the turkey up off of the pick
- Turk the carvey
- Get yourself another scottle of botch
- Tet the sable and pour yourself a glass of turkey
- Bless the dinner and pass out
- Why did the Pilgrims eat turkey on Thanksgiving? They couldn't get the moose in the oven!
- Where did the first corn come from? The stalk brought it.
- Why did the Indian chief wear so many feathers? To keep his wigwam.
- What happened to the Pilgrim who was shot at by an Indian? He had an arrow escape.
- How did the Mayflower show that it liked America? It hugged the shore.
- Which side of the turkey has the most feathers? The outside.
- Can a turkey jump higher than the Empire State Building? Yes - a building can't jump at all.
"Well, dear what's it to be tonight?" said the amorous hubby. "Hmmm ... I'm in the mood for something special tonight, how about turkey style?" replied his mate. "Turkey style? I've heard of 'doggy style,' but what in the world is turkey style?" To which the wife replied, "Gobble, gobble, gobble!" |
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Happy Thanksgiving!
Things I Can Only Say This Week At Thanksgiving And Get Away With It
1. Talk about a huge breast. 2. Tying the legs together keeps the inside moist. 3. It's cool whip time. 4. If I don't undo my pants, I'll burst! 5. Whew, that's one terrific spread! 6. I'm in the mood for a little dark meat. 7. Are you ready for seconds yet? 8. It's a little dry, do you still want to eat it? 9. Just wait your turn, you'll get some. 10. Don't play with your meat! 11. Just spread the legs open and stuff it in. 12. Do you think you'll be able to handle all these people at once? 13. I didn't expect everyone to come at once. 14. You still have a little bit on your chin. 15. How long will it take after you stick it in? 16. You'll know it's ready when it pops up. 17. Wow, I didn't think I could handle all of that! 18. That's the biggest one I've ever seen! 19. How long do I beat it before it's ready? 20. Man, that looks just like cranberry sauce. 21. Is that hole good and stuffed? 22. Should I wrap that for you? 23. I've done my part, now I just want to sleep. |
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Here's an article I published a couple years ago I thought you might be interested in and would answer some of your questions. let me know if you have questions. RJ Becoming an expert in bondage techniques takes experience. You're not going to get from here to "there" in one easy step, but you will get there with practice, information, experience, and the right equipment. Starting out is merely getting the fundamental tools and starting where you are. You'll hear me say time and time again that you don't have to do anything with great expense or "whole hog." It's best to start out small and slow. You'll have lots of time later for big investments and marathon bondage sessions.
So come with me this morning as I walk through my local Ace Hardware and see how we can put together a rope kit for Bondage 101. The names of the equipment may vary from supplier to supplier. The numbers in parentheses reflect suburban hardware rates. You can probably get things cheaper if you try.
I'm going to start off with a good pair of scissors. Ideally you'll get the kind used to remove bandages after surgery. They have dull ends so that the skin is safe while you cut your bottom loose. You'll probably have to make a quick stop at a pharmacy to get these. I mention scissors first because in all this bondage stuff, as in all SM, safety comes first. Never tie someone up without a pair of good scissors nearby in case of an emergency.
That said, our first stop is for rope. There are two types that I use: clothesline and nylon. Pick up a 50 foot package of 7/32 inch by 100 feet ($5.79) cotton rope. Cut it into variable lengths between 7 and 18 or so feet. You'll want to have shorter lengths for some things such as tying feet, wrists, or cocks, and longer for others, such as around chests and arms or thighs. Once cut you may want to protect the ends from fraying. Nylon cord is easy to melt with a candle's flame. Heat it enough so that it begins to melt and then form it into a secure end.
You'll have to be a bit more creative with the frayed ends of clothesline. I immersed the ends of my first ropes in glue and then let the glue dry by setting the ropes' ends on wax paper. Be sure the glue (I used Elmer's) soaks into the rope. Rubber cement works, but not as well. To be real fancy, you could wrap the ends with thin twine.
At this point I'll refer you to a boy scout handbook or a book on knot tying. Of course it's not a bad idea to get one of those anyway, though many bondage enthusiasts will readily admit that they use only a few standard knots.
Clothesline is my favorite rope because it ties easily and is flexible. It tends to get dirty, though, and sometimes the knots can be more difficult to untie.
Nylon, on the other hand, seems to stay cleaner and is easier to loosen. The down side to this is that nylon knots tend to loosen too easily. You can get it in various thicknesses ( ¼ ($6.79), 3/8 ($13.79), ½ ($23.47) inch for instance) and lengths (the prices are for 50 feet). I prefer the 3/8 inch ropes. Thinner is more dangerous, thicker is harder to work with. In any case, among these three choices it's probably more a question of esthetics than safety, as long as you tie knots safely in the first place.
Avoid twine, any thin rope or thread, and any rope made of a rough material such as jute or manila. Leather thongs are nice if used with care. Be mindful that the thinner the cord, the more liable it is to cut or otherwise damage skin. Thin cords are more dangerous too in that they will more easily cut off your bottom's circulation.
An exception might be the use of nylon twine ($2.19 for 260 feet) where you use lots of twine to weave your bondage around your bottom. Here I emphasize weaving as opposed to tying per se, though it may be just a matter of terminology. If the tying is done so that the twine remains snug enough to stay but loose enough so as not to constrict, the bondage can be a real work of art. The details for such artistry, though, are beyond an intro course. Mentioning it is just food for thought.
Ropes aren't the only tools for tying. Chains and lashing straps are somewhere to be found in every hardware store. A pair of 9 foot straps ($4.79) would be useful for bondage to a cross, chair, or sawhorse or to secure a bottom's arms to his or her chest. There's a use for stretch cords if you have the place for them. Lengths of 24, 32, and 46 inches range in cost from $2 to 3.00.
The next stop at Ace's is to the aisle where they sell chain. Quarter inch coil chain is $1.59 per foot. Unless you want to invest in a pair of cutters, know your required lengths before you buy them. Add an inch or so to your measurements as it's always better to have it too long than too short.
With the chains you'll also need bolt snaps ($1.59 each). These are double-ended snaps and you'll never need less than the number you buy. I guess I own more than a dozen and I still find myself in a scene looking for another one. For more permanent attachment use a quick link for under 50 cents.
Chain can serve several purposes. It certainly works as a bondage material, though you'll want to get leather restraints to attach your bottom to the chain. It's not as comfortable as rope but it does pose less danger. Here again it's a matter of taste and the kind of scene you're both into.
More often chain serves as a great point of attachment. You can, for instance, run a length of chain around the edge of your bed and then tie your bottom spread eagle on the bed. Each link serves as a point of attachment. The nice thing about an arrangement such as this is that the equipment is portable, storable, easily hidden, and usable without altering furniture or walls.
I'm thinking of a scene where the chain encircles the bed and the bottom is loosely encased in nylon twine, Gulliver in Lilliputian style. Yards of twine would go from link to leg and back again, link to chest, link to arm, etc. Sounds hot to me. I'll have to try that on Michael.
Once we're past the tie with what question we're faced with the tie to what dilemma. The answers demand more creativity. Today's answers will focus on more novice-like solutions. Just because I'm not going to mention a bondage box built into the wall of your 16x20 foot dungeon doesn't mean that you can't use it for restraining your bottom.
My purpose, though, is to give advice of an introductory nature, so if your experience levels are way beyond these bounds, use the column as a refresher, not a complete guide.
"Tying to" breaks down into two categories: first is to tie the bottom to himself, such as one wrist to another wrist; secondly is to him or her to some other object, such as a chair or hook. I guess that tying one bottom to another bottom spans both those categories.
The first alternative, bottom to him or herself, is certainly the one that takes the least amount of equipment. Rope and chain around flesh or clothes can be its own erotic presentation.
As you bind your partner keep several safety points in mind: Never tie so as to constrict the flow of blood. Either make your knots loose enough to be safe or make them in such a way as to insure that the rope is sufficiently spaced. Putting inner wrist to inner wrist, for instance, and then tying around both wrists is a good way to bind safely.
Never, of course, tie anything around the neck, obstruct the nasal passages, nor gag completely.
Your bottom's position is also a safety factor. Never leave a person tied face down in a prone position. Never support your partner solely with ropes or chains unless they are more than amply strong and the body is fully and safely supported by adequate harnesses.
Be mindful of your bottom's position, even if they are standing or sitting. Elevated arms or legs, strained muscles or joints, and flimsy equipment all pose dangers, especially in the long run. Along similar lines remember that a person who is struggling, excited, angry, or afraid can exercise strength much greater than we might suppose.
One of the reasons we use bondage, such as in a whipping session, is to insure that the bottom can struggle safely. The last thing you want is a boy who is flailing left and right. Bondage that is too loose may cause rope burns.
You'd best use your imagination or a copy of Bound and Gagged for ideas on tying wrists to ankles, wrists to knees, cocks to feet, elbows to knees and wrists to ankles, etc. Remember though that some of the things you see in photos are well-staged but not practical.
The over-riding principal in any bondage scene is to check with your bottom often to insure that all is going well. Let him or her know to warn you of impending danger, such as numbness or dizziness. It's up to you, too, to check to see that no body parts, i.e., feet and hands, cool off, a sign of restricted circulation.
Intro to bondage assumes that you want to use what's handy for equipment. In the long run you'll build or acquire more elaborate bondage gear such as sawhorse, dog cage, or restraint table. But what's a beginner to do?
Look around. Use a footstool, straight back chair, bed, desk, table, toilet, or staircase railing. All of these offer innocuous and practical points for attaching, depending upon your purpose.
Chairs work well for bondage for the sake of bondage or to tie your partner for a tickling session, genital torture, or nipple play. A bed is more conducive to whipping his or her back or fucking. A low stool and a bed with a foot board combine very well. Perhaps you could lay a chair on its back to restrain your partner on the floor.
My good friend Vince has an eye-hook in a beam in the ceiling of his living room. When his mother asked about it, he simply said that he thought it was used by a previous occupant for hanging a plant.
So my discussion quietly moves into eye hooks. If you have the luxury of inserting them into your home, be sure to anchor them securely, use appropriately large sizes, and pre-drill the holes, being sure that the holes aren't too large. Again, the rule about over-building applies.
There are a number of discreet places to insert eye-hooks without raising your landlord's ire, such as inside a closet.
When I lived in a studio apartment I built a frame of two by fours that fit into the doorway between the bedroom and bathroom. By clamping one board to another no nails or screws defaced any part of the building.
Later I went to a metal working shop and had the craftsman make me a heavy gamma-shaped hook that fit over the top of a closet door. It is of thin gauge steel with a ring welded to one side. Hang it over the door, shut the door, and it becomes a very effective place to which you can attach your partner.
To give your partner a fuller bondage experience, try mummification. Though it is best done with an assistant, two people (the top and the bottom) can perform it.
First of all gather your equipment: plastic wrap, duct tape, ace bandages, balls of cotton, a large towel, and of course those scissors.
Have your partner stand at the foot of the bed facing away with hands behind the neck. Begin by wrapping her legs, spiraling up his or her thighs and torso. As you reach the nipples place a piece of cotton between them and the wrap. Once the arm pits are covered, have her lower her arms and encase the arms against the torso.
You may want to use a hood or cover the eyes with an Ace Bandage.
Now comes the tricky part. Spread the towel on the bed. Standing behind your partner, gently and carefully lean him or her down onto the bed. If he or she is larger than you, you'll see why the assistant is helpful.
Now that they are prone you can get fancier with the wrap, covering the feet, for example, or the head. Be certain that there is plenty of breathing room and that the mouth and nose hole is quite large and unencumbered.
Now I would use the scissors to cut holes to expose the tits. The cotton helps to make sure you don't cut skin. Likewise I free the genitals for play. After all, most of my bondage is for the sake of later play!
You can get still fancier by covering the wrap with duct tape, creating a complete mummification scene.
Be sure to monitor your bottom's progress and vital signs. Never leave such a person, or any person in bondage, unattended.
I haven't yet mentioned leather restraints: I was saving them for last. It's my experience to start your toy collection slowly and cheaply. That reflects my pocketbook, of course, but I'm probably not too much poorer than most readers.
The first leather purchase I would advise has nothing to do with bondage. Get yourself a bar vest, (priced as low as $29.00, but more usually between $60.00 and $100.00) as it's the equipment that's most necessary and the one that's the least easy to make yourself.
Most everything else I'm going to list today can be home-made. Take a walk around a Tandy leather store. My first leather restraints were made from remnants purchased in a "grab bag" for a dollar. The necessary tools and buckle don't cost much more.. Making it yourself is a great way to spend these cold winter nights, when the wind chill (that make-believe number that the weather people use in order to make their news more newsworthy) is low enough to keep you home.
Besides, spreading a piece of leather out on the kitchen table is a great way to tell your lover that you want to start a new hobby!
The first leather toy then is a pair of wrist restraints. They come in either buckle or D-ring varieties. The buckle types are self-contained. The D-rings allow you to use padlocks. Some buckles can be locked as well and some restraints come with locking posts. Wrist restraints, as most leather toys, come padded or unpadded. The major difference between the two has to do with utility. If you are going to have long-term or more strenuous bondage scenes, the padding can be very helpful, even imperative. For ease of use and carrying convenience, the plain ones work well. ($40 unlined, $69 padded)
With the restraints you'll want to make sure you have those bolt snaps mentioned in part one. Leather restraints have the advantage of being safer, since constriction is more easily avoided. Still, be careful to check extremities for circulation. I keep my locks locked so that I have to unlock them in order to use them. Doing so insures that you have the key handy when and where you need it.
Ankle restraints are a bit bigger than wrist ones ($49 to $79). Some come with attached chains, a nice feature. A set of ankle and wrist restraints serves well as the basic bondage kit, as it is useful for the spread-eagle position we all favor.
Thigh and wrist restraint combos ($119) are straps that go just where you think, fastening the arms at the side and out of the way. Up in the neck department, collars, again in a wide variety, sell for $30 to $65. Some have D-rings for attaching wrists to neck, some come with wrist straps already attached. The variations are endless.
A simple Ace Bandage is sufficient for blind-folding, but you can get fancier with a leather blind-fold ($25-$39). Jon, the manager of Eagle Leathers, showed me a great blind-fold made of latex. It was inflatable. Now there's a neat present. More on latex later.
To get fancier in the blind-fold department, you can get a spandex hood ($20). The advantage of spandex is that you can breathe through it and see shadows. They come off very easily and quickly, just the kind of thing to use with a novice. He won't be spooked by total darkness. Later, of course, you'll want to put a leather hood over it, but they are more expensive ($115 or so). Again the varieties of hoods are endless. I prefer the kind with open mouths, since I love to use a bottom's mouth. They come with detachable gags and blind folds, and some have D-rings.
In a similar category, a head harness acts much like a hood except that much more of the head is exposed. I like to immobilize my bottom with it. He can hear, see, and use his mouth, but his head can't otherwise move, once I've attached the harness to the ceiling, cross, bed, or bondage box.
Other possibilities, well beyond intro bondage, are leather straight jackets, sleep sacks, and suspension equipment.. All I've ever been able to afford is to look, but it sure looks good and I'll probably construct what I need, rather than buy. This kind of bondage, though, takes expertise, both on the part of the top and the bottom. Make sure you've graduated with honors from Intro and Intermediate before you go for the gold.
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This is a true story that happened "quite a while earlier", but I just got around to writing about it. Hope you enjoy.
RJ
My cycling team meets every Saturday at 6am, year round, unless there is snow or ice on the road, and we ride for several hours in Lancaster County and the adjoining area. Up until about fifteen years ago I was a semi-professional cyclist, holding down a full time job, racing on the weekends. even competing in Europe several times. To say I enjoy cycling is an understatement. It is a stress relieving outlet, relaxing and a way for me to relive my youth.
I first met Carly a few months ago when she joined our team and began riding. I was immediately attracted to her -- at 34, she's quite a few years younger than me, gorgeous with a dynamite body and long, auburn hair. I knew she was attracted to me as well -- she frequently asked me about what it was like riding in the Europe, and each weekend our flirting would intensify.
One afternoon I ran into Carly, her husband, and kid at a soccer game. She seemed sheepish, almost uncomfortable throughout the conversation, but I was more stunned at what her husband looked like. Short and flabby, the guy seemed like a total loser. I couldn't understand how a woman as hot as Carly settled for a lump like that. It was then that I focused my efforts on getting between her long legs.
The following weekend when our team met, I was sure to take my cycling jersey off after our ride so she could see my body, and what a real man looked like. I caught her checking me out, and I started to talk to her about going on rides without the rest of the team. We agreed to get together the next day, Sunday, for a cycle through the hills around Mt Gretna to Reading and back.
I offered to pick her up at her house, but she insisted she drive to my place where we put her bike on my Jeep. I figured she didn't want her husband knowing where she was going, and I was right. That Sunday we headed to a remote area north of Lancaster. After an exhilarating ride -- watching Carly's hot body move in spandex all afternoon -- we packed the bikes back and headed towards home. On the way back, I pulled off the main road into a remote clearing on a ridge, with a view for miles.
I leaned over and started kissing Carly, and she responded. But after a minute she pulled away. "I shouldn't do this," she said.
I was incredibly turned on, and I knew I had to convince her otherwise.
"I think we need to," I said.
"It's wrong," she responded.
"Feeling good isn't wrong," I said, placing her hand on my rapidly swelling cock, bulging beneath my spandex shorts.
As she gingerly felt my shaft, she began kissing me slowly, then suddenly kissed me hard. She seemed to start hyperventilating as she strengthened her grasp around my cock and groped it. "Fuck me!" she said. "Fuck me right now you fucking stud!"
We tore each others gear off and she straddled me in the driver's seat, lowering herself onto my throbbing column. As I slowly entered her soaking wet snatch, she moaned and whimpered.
"Oh, fuck I knew you were going to be huge!" she exclaimed.
She was so tight as she rocked back and forth, at one point leaning back and hitting the horn on the steering wheel. There was nobody for miles around us though, and her moans of pleasure echoed off the trees. She came fast, and I felt her juices squeezing out of her down my legs. Picking her up, I moved us and reclined her on the back seat. Her legs were pressed up against the front seats, with me between them. Her body looked amazing as I fucked her over and over again, her screams increasing with each thrust of my cock. Holding onto the roll bars of the Jeep for leverage, I fucked her like a jackhammer. "OH Shit, you're so fucking hot you stud!" she yelled as I pounded her into ecstasy. I moaned loudly myself as I pulled out and came all over her stomach and tits. She purred like a cat as she rubbed my semen all over her body.
We caught our breath for a second, but we weren't done yet. It had felt so liberating and uninhibited to fuck in the outdoors like that, so we got out, both naked, and she bent over the hood. I fucked her from behind for good measure, and right before I came she spun around, took my cock in her mouth and swallowed my load.
We dressed and got back in and headed home. "I've never been fucked like that," she said on the drive back. As Carly went home that evening, she told me I have a body that won't quit. We kissed each other goodnight, and we knew we this was about to become a habit. And it has. That was four weeks ago, and we've met several times since.
I was at home Thursday night when I got a text from Carly. "I'm hungry 4 cock" it said. Turns out she was out for dinner with her husband and kid and was looking for a way to get away from them and come over. I texted back that she should tell them there was a work emergency; she works in advertising project management, so it was plausible. And it also worked. Forty minutes later Carly showed up at a local motel.
She looked hot as ever in jeans and a tight black polo, and I didn't waste any time. We both went at it, peeling each others clothes off. Soon she was on her knees and was taking my throbbing shaft into her mouth. I ran my fingers through her hair as she sucked me off, periodically gagging as she tried to take my entire column down her throat. "I can't wait to fuck you," I began telling her as she reached her hands up and rubbed my hips and abs. I came hard and fast, and she stroked every last drop of come out of me.
We were both horny as fuck now, and it didn't take long for me to reload. "Fuck me right now!" she commanded. We moved onto the edge of the bed and I sank my cock into her drenched pussy. I began fucking her with slow, languid strokes as she purred like a cat. "Your body is so fucking hot," she groaned.
"Hotter than your husband's?" I said, purposely slowing my rhythm down to torment her.
"Shut up," she gasped, grinning and pulling my body in tight to hers. I quickened my pace, filling her snatch with each thrust. Her gentle moans became screams, and I fucked her like a jackhammer. Her pussy violently contracted, and she came over and over again. Her juices squirted out from her all over my balls, and with a few more thrusts I pulled out and came, letting out a loud groan myself. As I came all over her tits and torso, she began rubbing my essence all over her body. Her skin turned a bright shade of pink as she moaned my name.
I got up to get us a drink as she lay on the bed in a state of ecstasy. After a few minutes she sat up and we started talking.
"You don't like my husband do you?" she asked.
"I don't really care about him," I said. "But I think you underachieved."
Carly smiled her sexy little grin. "Thanks," she said. Then she called me out. "I think sleeping with a married woman turns you on."
We were both naked in my living room, and my cock was starting to get hard again. "Well," I said as I started to rub her clit, "It's not like there's a lot of sleeping going on."
"Ya but admit it, it turns you on," she responded.
"Well it must turn you on too," I said as she started to moan softly. "That's why you're here fucking me rather than that fat ass."
Her eyes closed and she arched her back up, groaning as I played with her clit and fingered her. "Oh my god, fuck me again you sexual athlete!" she exclaimed.
I picked her up and sat her on the bathroom counter, entering her once more. I fucked her hard from the start this time, and she dropped to her back on the counter, squirming and screaming. "You're the hottest fuck I've ever had," she moaned.
"So are you," I said.
She suddenly sat up, got off the counter and turned around. Taking her from behind, I teed off on her doggy-style as she played with her clit herself. Just as I was about to come, her cell phone started ringing. We were both in a sexual frenzy and I yelled out "I hope that's your fat husband now."
We both let out a primal scream at the same time, and this time I came inside her, her snatch clamping around my cock like a vice. Our tight, fit bodies were fused in ecstasy, and she bucked backwards into me, trying to take every inch of me as I filled her with come.
We collapsed on the floor making out, and my condo was suddenly quiet. As we cleaned up and put our clothes back on, Carly checked her phone - it was her husband who called.
"I better go," she said.
After she left I relaxed and dreamed of the next time we would get together.
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She looked up towards the scattered clouds and the sun that beamed
through them. Her soft eyes held a distant dream like look as she
reminisced about their last meeting. Gently her heart began to thud
against her rib cage as she thought of his toned rigid body. She
began to chew on her lower lip as she shifted in her seat on the park
bench. Taking a deep breath she smiled pulling herself away from her
daydream before it carried her away.
Glancing around at the people that were out at the park that afternoon she stood and straightened out her shirt before turning
to walk down the path that lead deeper into the park. A soft breeze
scattered her shoulder length brown hair around her face. Her skirt
fluttered around her knees as she strolled along, while her mind
slipped back into the delicious memories of the night before.
She inhaled slowly as she did her best to keep from shivering. She
remembered his deep blue eyes and the soft stubble on
his face. A soft blush danced across her cheeks as she felt her body
begin to burn like fire. Taking a deep breath she tried to calm her
nerves. Her own mind was against her. Quickly she glanced around as she searched for that familiar face as
she remembered what he said when he called the day before; "meet me in the park tomorrow.."
She turned in a small circle and felt herself gush from the
movement.
Her heart thumped hard against her ribs as she felt desperate to find
him. Did his words promise what she had been dreaming about all day?
Silently she moved off onto a smaller trail looking around slowly as
she wondered if maybe she could hide somewhere to give herself some of
the relief she was craving. She gasped as she felt someone take hold
of her wrist and pulled
her into the bushes. Before she could protest she found her full lips
pressed to his, with his blue eyes staring back into hers.
She felt herself melt into him as she wrapped her arms around him. Her
body felt ablaze has her hands slid around his body and began to undo
his belt and pants. As he enjoyed, she 'forgot' to wear panties that day under her
skirt. A soft whimper left her lips when she felt his hands slide up
her skirt and over her thighs. He lifted her, wrapping her legs
around his waist as he slid his hard cock into waiting pussy. A moan of
pleasure was muffled against his chest as she dug her fingers into his
strong shoulders. She began to grinds her hips against his while he began to pump
his throbbing manhood against her movements. Lifting her face from his
chest she pulled his head down to her as she kissed him hard muffling
her cries. He forced himself harder into forcing her to stretch around
his shaft. A shiver ran down her spine as she felt it was near. She gave
him a pleading glance as a whimper escaped her throat. Closing her eyes
tightly she tilted her head back while he slammed his cock into her
throbbing womanhood as he too was on the verge.
Unable to hold herself any longer as a cry ripped from her lips as her
orgasm tore its way through her entire body, feeling like it touched
every nerve from her toes to her head. He came with her a roar escaping
him as he sounded like a wild beast. Breathing heavily she shook
against him while he continued to hold her. He looked at her and
smiled. She slowly slid her tongue over her lover's sweaty neck
before kissing it gently, "And I thought you forgot me.." She giggled.
A warm chuckle left him, "I could never forget about you. You're too
much fun."
She laughed and slowly placed her feet back on the ground and he slid
from her body. Her eyes slowly glanced over him before she began
to readjust her clothing and hair as his cum oozed out of her freshly
fucked pussy and down her inner thigh. A smile played on her lips as
she
looked to him once more wondering if their games could last like this
forever, or would they eventually become bored of the games? Running
her fingers through her hair she smiled wondering.
A content sigh left her lips as she gave him a playful wink and
stepped out from behind the bushes on the narrow path. Glancing around
she saw some teens standing at the far end of the parking lot. She
smirked to herself feeling a bit of pride as she began to walk
away her shoes making soft thud noises as she walked away
thinking what a great thing it was finding his profile on Collarme.
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Age: 26 |
Zamboanga city,
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