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Posted:May 8, 2015 9:20 pm
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I opened the door to my apartment and threw myself down on the couch. It had been another long week at work and I was so thankful that my boss let us leave a few hours early that day.
As I reached for the remote, I heard a loud moan from down the hallway. I quickly turned around, wondering what the noise was. Then I remembered that my roommate Tiny had Fridays off from work.
I stood and slowly walked down the hall towards the sound, which was coming from my room! The door was open ajar so I peaked my head in and has to cover my mouth to muffle my gasp.
There was Tiny laying on my bed with her legs wide open and her fingers deep inside her incredibly wet pussy.
I couldn't move. I just stood with my mouth hanging down to my chest. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I had never heard or seen Tiny fingering herself before. Heck, she had never even brought a guy back to the apartment before. I didn't think she was in to that kinda stuff.
I jumped as I heard the toilet flush from the bathroom next to where I was standing. Who else was here?
Curious to see where this was going, I hide in the kitchen and listened to the other person leave the bathroom and go into my room!
"Quinton!" I heard Tiny yell. "What took you so long? I've nearly finished without you."
Quinton? Who the hell was Quinton? My heart was pounding as I slipped down the hall again, desperate to hear more.
"Baby, I was only gone for like a minute."
"And look how far I've gotten! Now are you gonna just stand there or finish the job for me?"
I heard Quinton climb into the bed (my bed!) and shortly heard the springs of my bed squeaking rapidly.
Quinton had completely closed the door this time, so I had no idea what actions were going with the sounds I heard. As disgusted as I was that Tiny thought it was okay to have sex with some random guy in my bed, I was also so turned on.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" I heard Tiny moan. "Oh! Please keep going!"
My right hand instinctively slid down my body and into my skirt. I rubbed my lips through the soft fabric of my panties and closed my eyes, wishing it was me in there.
I pushed my panties to the side and stuck one finger inside me. I imagined it was Quinton cock instead of my finger. I got very wet very quickly, and as I heard Tiny approaching her climax, I became aware I was coming close to mine.
As I felt my body begin to tense up, I leaned up against my bedroom door. Unfortunately, Quinton had not closed it as sturdy as I thought he had, and I fell into my room. I heard Tiny and Quinton gasp and turn around to look at me. My hand was still inside my skirt as I looked back up at them. Tiny was in a doggy style position with Quinton's dick still stuffed inside her tight pussy.
"Venus?" Tiny asked, pushing Quinton out of her. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I think I should be asking you the same thing!" I said, pulling my hands out of my pants. "What the fuck are you doing having sex in my room?"
"Your bed is bigger than mine."
"So you think that gives you the right to do this?"
"Look," Tiny said, getting off the bed and walking over to me. "I'm sorry Venus. I didn't think you'd be home this early."
"Wait? Have you done this before?"
"Uh...well..."
"You're disgusting," I said, turning around to leave.
"Hold on," Tiny said, grabbing my hand. "What if...I make it up to you."
If she meant washing my sheets for a year straight, then maybe.
"How?" I asked.
"I've got a guy with a big dick here. Maybe you can take it for a spin."
"You're so gross Tiny."
"Oh come on don't pull that shit with me. I saw where your hand was when you fell in here. You were fingering to us outside."
"No I wasn't," I said, blushing like crazy.
"So you're telling me, if I pull down your skirt, I won't see a huge wet spot on the front of your panties?"
"Okay fine! Yes I was masturbating."
"Did you come yet?"
"I was about to..."
"Well, let Quinton and I help with that."
Tiny yanked my arm and dragged me to my bed, threw me down, and stripped all my clothes off. My heart was bashing against my ribcage as I looked up at Venus and Quinton.
"So, what do you want us to do?" Tiny asked. "You're in charge."
I'm usually a bad girl; I just fuck to fuck.
"Ok well," I said, an evil little grin spreading across my face. "Quinton, come stick your dick in between my tits and fuck me like that. Tiny, spread my legs open and eat me out."
Both obeyed. Quinton climbed on top of me and stuck his eight inch cock in between my boobs and I pushed in and out. Tiny laid on her stomach and drove her tongue into my throbbing pussy.
"Oh fuck," I moaned as I felt Tiny's tongue explore the inner folds of my pussy. "Oh, go damn. Oh, shit. Oh, oh, oh."
Meanwhile, Quinton kept driving his dick through my tits. The tip of his dick looked so tasty as it touched my chin every time he penetrated through my boobs. Finally, I grabbed his cock and shoved it into my mouth. It was huge.
Tiny inserted a finger into my dripping wet pussy, making me shudder with pleasure. She was really good at licking pussy.
Shortly after, I began to feel my muscles tighten up. I felt all the juices in my body rush to the entrance of my pussy and sit there, causing an enormous build up of pain and pleasure.
"Oh fuck!" I screamed, spitting Quinton's cock out of my mouth. "Please Tiny! Oh, don't stop! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, fuck me! Oh, god! Please keep going! Oh, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Tiny! I'm gonna come! Oh, Tiny! I'm gonna come!"
My pussy finally couldn't hold back the juices any longer, and my girl cum shot out of me like I rocket.
"Oh fuck! Fuck! I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh! Fuck! I'm coming!"
My pussy pulsated again and again; make me cum harder than I ever had before.
"Oh, shit," I said when the last of my contractions came to an end. "Holy fuck."
"Now what?" Quinton asked, a little annoyed that I had taken his cock out of my mouth.
"Tiny," I said, knowing exactly what I wanted to do. "Come sit on my face. Quinton, ram your dick so far inside me that it comes up my throat and into her pussy."
Quinton quickly jumped down and pushed his dick into me. God, he was so big! Tiny eagerly hopped up and sat down on my face. Her puffy, wet pussy lips fit perfectly in my mouth, and I quickly lapped up her juices like a thirsty dog.
"Oh, shit! Oh Venus! Oh! Fuck! Lick me like that! Oh, shit! Venus!"
While Tiny yelled out with pleasure, Quinton was pumping his nice cock in and out of me with extreme passion. His balls felt so good slapping up against my ass.
"Oh, fuck Venus! You're gonna make me cum!" Tiny called out.
"Oh!" I moaned into Tiny's pussy. It felt like I was about to cum, but I didn't have any juices left in me. So my pussy just contracted over and over, releasing nothing.
The contracting around Quintin's cock must have pushed him over the edge too.
"Oh shit! I'm gonna cum!"
At the sound of this, Tiny climbed off my face and stuck in right next to mine, waiting for Quinton to blow his load.
"Give it to us!" I yelled as Quinton put his dick over our faces and jerked off like mad.
"Oh, god!" And with that, lace after lace of hot, white, sticky cum landed on our faces and in our hair.
After Quinton's cock pumped out all his juices, the three of us collapsed on top of each other. About five minutes later, Quinton and Tiny stood up.
"We're gonna shower," Tiny said, still panting a bit. "You wanna join?"
"No, I'm fine thanks," I said, laying back and putting my head on my cum stained pillow. "I've gotta get some rest. It was a long week."
Tiny and Quinton left the room leaving me alone to sleep. I had to figure out a way to leave early every Friday.
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Selfishness
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Posted:May 7, 2015 7:47 pm
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Was having a discussion with a friend about selfishness so did some research on it and this is what I found and it my opinion.
Selfishness is a big issue these days. When someone you have to deal with regularly is consistently self-involved and self-centered, they can make your life miserable. And of course, there is always the other side of the coin–what do you do when you’re accused of being selfish, especially when you know that you’re guilty as charged?
First, let’s define the term: The two defining characteristics of selfishness are:
Being concerned excessively or exclusively with oneself;
Having no regard for the needs or feelings of others.
If someone is both totally self-involved and uncaring about anyone else, they are not likely to be very responsive to you in any way other than evaluating how you meet their needs. I actually think this definition itself can help you deal with the selfish people in your life.
1. Understand where they are coming from. Before you write this off, let me explain: Understanding doesn’t mean letting someone off the hook. But if you can get behind the behavior and discover what’s motivating it, you'll have a better chance of responding in a way that might make it less powerful. We often make assumptions about what motivates people, for better and for worse, but those assumptions are often totally off base. So what was to be done?
2. Don’t take it personally. I say this to people probably far more often than any of them want to hear. But it’s a major tool for coping with many different behaviors coming from other people: Just because someone says you are being selfish, it doesn’t necessarily mean you’re doing anything wrong. What it probably means is that they want you to be doing something else–which might be right for them, but not necessarily right for you.
3. Don’t assume. As I just said, we often make assumptions that are incorrect or misleading. One really useful way to deal with someone’s accusation that you’re being selfish is to ask them what they mean—in a quiet and thoughtful voice. Can they explain how you’re being selfish? What would they like you to do differently?
If you can’t do that—and there are plenty of good reasons you might not be able to—you can also try to ask yourself those questions. For example, there seems to be a common cultural consensus that having a is a selfless activity, and that not having is selfish. But is that really true? Almost everyone I know who has ever started a family—myself included!—has done it for selfish reasons. They want to be loved or to be loving (and, oh yes, that’s selfish, too); to please a parent or bond more closely with a partner or spouse; to be part of a family unit—the list goes on, but you get my drift. There’s nothing wrong with these selfish reasons. It’s just important not to assume that they’re really unselfish. In fact, if we could honestly accept that we have for selfish reasons, a lot of parents might be less distressed when these needs aren’t met.
I have talked to some people about this subject. The fear many of my people share, the fear that we’re the selfish (or “bad”) person.
This leads to the final tip. . .
4. Remember that a certain amount of selfishness is healthy. Healthy selfishness not only reminds us to take care of ourselves; it makes it possible for us to take care of others. Even selfless caring and generosity is not really selfless. If it makes you feel good to do something for someone else, then it’s still somewhat selfish, isn’t it? But that doesn’t make it bad!
Why is it important to know what is selfishness and what is not?
The reason is that selfishness is a fundamental principle - whom are you a live for - for yourself or for others, and what does it even mean to live for yourself? The answer to these questions can determine the course of your life, the kind of actions you take and the emotional reward you ultimately receive from your life.
Secondly, selfishness is an ethical issue. If one misidentifies what selfishness is, one can experience unearned guilt or live a life which is not as good as one could have.
The common notion of selfishness is that of a person who lacks any concern for the values of others, someone who does not value other people, does not value fairness, justice, or does not see the need to return a value for a value. It is someone who always wants to get "favors" but at the same time cannot see why anyone would bother them asking for something in return. They can think of no good reason why they should not be served by others, for no benefit to those others whatsoever. Someone who exploits others at the blink of an eye and can care for nothing but their own ends.
This view of 'selfishnes' is lamped together with any kind of behavior that puts one's own pleasure before the pleasure of others, creating a devastating "package deal".
The person who kills and steals and the person who produces and earns are considered as having the same moral quality, since they both do it to promote their own ends.
Is it any wonder, then, that people condemn selfishness - and is it any wonder that so many people feel guilty for any kind of happiness or enjoyment they pursue for themselves, not for others?
The fault here is in the basic understanding of what selfishness is, and in replacing "lack of value for human life" with "selfishness".
It redeemed morality, it created the basis on which people could be happy. It identified a concept which allows men to experience a moral sense of life, to be the hero of their own movie and at the same time pursue their own life and happiness. It allowed men to stand proud beside their achievements instead of apologizing for them - it allowed men to have self-esteem and to regard themselves as worthy of pleasure.
So let us start with basic questions and get deeper into the concept of "selfishness" to get a clear understanding of what it IS.
A selfish man is one who acts for his own sake - one whose actions are directed to benefit oneself. I would quickly summarize it by: "I am doing this for me".
This, however, is not as simple as it sounds. What constitutes doing something "for yourself"? Is it gratification of emotions, regardless of their source? Is it pursuit of some ends, regardless of their nature? Is a man driven by chronic anxiety, trying to destroy other people's happiness a "selfish bastard"?
The answer is not as simple as it first appears to be. To understand what it means to "do something for yourself" we need to know what constitutes an objective benefit to someone.
If one is to be the beneficiary of one's own actions, one must first know what constitutes "benefit".
If one has no idea what is good for oneself, then one's actions cannot logically be selfish, since "I am doing this for me" is empty of meaning if one has no idea if that action is good for one or not.
Many regard selfishness as acting for the gratification of one's emotions. There is some truth to that, but only given the right context.
The only meaning life has, the only thing that makes life worthwhile, that rewards us for living - is pleasurable emotions, like love, happiness, pride and so on. The selfish man indeed then goes after these positive emotions and the gratification of other emotions. Putting anything else above the achievement of one's happiness is not selfish - because by the nature of our body and mind, the only benefit we have for anything in life is positive emotions.
This is the key to what "selfishness" is. The ultimate benefit, by our nature, is pleasurable emotions. Pursuing the only thing which is, by our nature, rewarding, is therefore the essence of selfishness.
This however, does not mean that "anything goes", that whatever emotions one happens to gratify are a selfish action. If a man feels chronic anxiety and jealousy and acts to gratify his need for destruction he is most definitely not selfish because he does not put his happiness as his highest goal. He rather lets whatever petty emotions and destructive premises he has take over his life, motivation and actions. He gives up on happiness entirely. He gives up self esteem. He gives up thinking and trying to decide what would be the best course of action. He replaces all of this with the ease of drifting on whatever emotions happen to come his way and the satisfaction and relief of jealousy and self-doubt.
Selfishness, is actually demanding. Because happiness is demanding.
Consider another example: someone who has adopted the idea of altruism as an ideal and feels a sense of satisfaction every time they sacrifice something for the sake of someone else. For example, they work for months saving up to buy something they want very much, and end up giving it to the of their friends who happen to come over for a visit, because he really wants it. They feel pain for the loss of the item, but a feeling of satisfaction from "doing the right thing". Is that a selfish action, since they acted to gain satisfaction?
No, because to be selfish means to actually ACT on the principle of doing that which is the best for one's life. The emotion is nothing but an expression of a subconsciously accepted altruism. If one acts to satisfy it one surrenders fully to altruism, and most definitely does NOT act selfishly. Selfishness is not satisfaction of emotions regardless of their cause - selfishness is satisfying one's emotions which are validated to be "on the right track".
So now how does one measure what "the right track" is? Is it just a matter of arbitrary opinion of what one "should do"? No. Recall that in essence selfishness is acting to achieve pleasurable emotions - the best possible to you. Not everything will achieve a feeling of happiness, not everything achieves self esteem, which is a requirement of happiness.
It follows then that a selfish man follows, to the best of his knowledge, the principles which would lead to his happiness and that he does not surrender to any "temptation" that could endanger his happiness.
Suppose one is blamed that one is bad for wanting to keep something one values all to oneself. One is told that one should share. One may, out of good faith in people, think that one may indeed be doing something wrong and one is facing a danger of losing friends or the appreciation of the people who bring up the accusation. Here one faces a decision: Will one bypass one's judgment and follow that of others - should one give up that value based on the judgment of others that it is the right thing to do, or should one act based on one's own conclusions? These two are not equal, not both are selfish.
If one decides to take others on their word, one gives up one's judgment and replaces it with others'. Not only that, but one actually gives up one's material goods. the dominant feeling one can expect from such a choice is a sense of loss of control. If it is not one's mind leading one's decisions - whose mind is it? Can one feel secure sitting in a car driven by someone else?
The second choice may be painful because it involves the loss of some people's approval - but one is making a selfish choice here, because acting based on one's own conclusions, not those of others, is a requirement of life and because one chooses to keep material values one has earned. In time one may discover what mistake those people made in demanding a sacrifice and cease to feel a sense of loss over their withdrawn approval.
One's own approval of oneself must always be a primary and come before others' approval if one is to be happy. Whenever one acts on this principle, one is acting selfishly because one is putting one's happiness and mental health above all else.
Or how about a case in which no other people are involved - just one man and his mind. One can be selfish or non-selfish even living completely alone. Suppose one day one experiences an emotion one considers to be a sign of someone lame of bad. It could be a feeling of helplessness, frustration, jealousy, fear and so on. One faces a choice here: To recognize the existence of the emotion, or to try to pretend as if the emotion never existed. No other people are involved in such a decision, yet only one path is selfish.
Why? Because only one path puts one's happiness above all else.
If one tries to pretend that one did not feel what one felt, one seals in the judgment of being bad, or not as good as one had expected. The judgment may be entirely unjustified or based on wrong premises, but if one never looks into it one can never rectify the situation.
Choosing to run away from the situation may alleviate one's immediate fear, but it is not a selfish choice since it does not put one's happiness above all else. In fact running away is a choice that seals in self-doubt.
Here is another common choice we face in life: To think or not to think? In any given situation one has the choice to use one's mind to seek the truth or to use one's mind in a different way. For example, on a desert island one can choose to put effort into thinking how to improve one's life, comfort and chances of survival and rescue or one can choose to let self pity take over, hide behind a rock and wait for death.
In modern society one can choose to discover the truth in every subject or to try to escape any recognition of failure. To close one's eyes and try to pretend that bad things are not happening. The selfish choice here, again, is one that puts one's happiness and one's life above all else - the choice to think. Because only by thinking and having knowledge, correct knowledge, can one act in an efficient way that actually promotes one's goals and life. Choosing not to think may provide a temporary escape but the price is a sense of loss of control, lack of self esteem and ultimately losing material property as well (or never gaining it).
The selfish is acting to achieve that which is good for you. We may make mistakes identifying it in specific situations, but so long as one holds the right principles and acts by them, one is selfish.
The conventional view of selfishness is wrong. Those people who have no grasp of the value of other people have a psychological problem. The "give me give me give me" mentality and "how rude, you expect something back?" is not the psychology of a selfish person but rather of an unhappy individual who receives no authentic enjoyment from the things he or she have. Those who are capable of understanding the values of others (that something can be precious to someone else) are those who experience such value themselves toward the things they love.
By equating this mentality with any desire to enjoy that which one has earned, one is sentencing oneself to a lifetime of guilt.
By saying that "everyone is selfish" because they act to gratify their emotions, one ends up ignoring the fact that happiness has specific requirements and demands.
"Selfishness" means to act by the principle by which your actions are directed to benefit you, to make you happy. It means that the principles by which you lead your life place nothing above your happiness. Being selfish is both demanding, moral and good for you.
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A birthday gift
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Posted:May 6, 2015 6:55 pm
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Quinton's birthday was coming up. I wanted to get him something extra special. He had been doing sweet things for me lately, like leaving a flower on my bed or bring me French toast with strawberries and whipped cream. I wanted to do something big for him. We had been friend's for about two years, and we liked to keep our sex life spicy. We loved to play, and we had a lot of fun coming up with new ways to please each other.
We were really into role play. Sometimes one of us would be the foreign exchange student, seducing the host-sibling right in the house. Language and cultural barriers could lead to smoldering, confusing sexual tension. Or I was the maid, who couldn't keep from humping the furniture and gets caught by the man of the house. We were careful to script it before acting it out, to make sure it went the way we wanted it to.
I loved to blow him wherever. One time I sucked him off while he was driving through town, and he blew his load in my face right when we arrived at the store.
And now his birthday was coming up. He had brought up the idea of having three-way play time with another girl. At first I didn't even want to talk about it. I couldn't imagine bringing someone else into our bedroom. Then I wanted to talk about it. I became curious, wondering about the possibilities. I told him that I was a little insecure but also intrigued. He told me that I had nothing to worry about, that he cared about me and it was something that could bring us closer together.
Then I wanted it. I started thinking about pussy, and boobs in my face. What would another girl taste like? I wondered. Would I like it? Would she be respectful of our bond? We talked about our questions and hesitations. He reassured me that it would be for us. His words made me very wet, and I put his fingers down on my slippery clit and wrapped myself around him. I felt safe and protected in the sweetness of his arms.
He was such a hot, delicious man. He had let his buddy watch us fuck one night at the river. Actually, he had let him taste me briefly, then he gave it to me right in front of him while his buddy jacked off. It made me feel naughty and smoldering hot. I figured I owed him one.
We decided that I would choose the girl. I needed to be comfortable with her. He said he wasn't picky and he trusted me. So I went on a quest to find the perfect girl. Not too hot, but not a dog. Single, adventurous, but not too skanky. I ended up at the local bar and I had barely finished my first drink when I looked around and spotted her: Venus.
I had known Venus for a while. She was a spunky cutie pie, with long, amber-colored hair. She had tried to get in my pants a few times in the past, but I always resisted. I thought she was hot but I never wanted to go down that road before. I noticed she had dipped the tips of her hair in red dye and it almost looked like she was on fire. "Venus!" I said.
"Hey, love!" she cried and kissed me on the lips as a greeting. That was Venus. I touched her hair and asked her how she was. She said she was smashing. She looked to be half-drunk already and was sipping off another one in her hand. I asked her if she had ever been in a threesome with another couple. That was me. Direct.
She said, "Hell yeah! You mean you haven't? Honey! Are you guys...are you thinking..." and I told her yes, we were thinking, and that I thought she was a good candidate. She gulped her drink and said, "Your man is hot! I would tap that in a heartbeat. But only if you wanted me to! It's whatever you want, girl." She was forward, honest, and respectful with boundaries. I liked those qualities in a potential play buddy. I felt I could trust Venus to keep it light.
She told me she was super flattered by my offer and down to pound. Or whatever I wanted. I knew Venus went both ways. She was known to be a little loose, a little bit alcoholic and a little bit crazy. Perfect. My pulse increased at the thought of seeing her naked, letting her lick me. Did I want her to fuck my friend? I wasn't sure. It made me feel squeamish, but if he was going to fuck someone else, I'd rather be involved than not.
I told her if she was into it, then to meet us at the house tomorrow night at ten. She was into it. She said, "Baby girl, you are going to love it," and I could tell by the way she looked at me while pressing against my breast that she was feeling some heat.
I told her it was Quinton's birthday present, so it was about pleasing him, and that I'd give her a hundred bucks to donate to the cause. She squealed and kissed me on the lips again, squeezed my ass. "See you then!" she cried, and she was off, soliciting a drink from whoever was nearby.
I went home, feeling slippery wet. I shed my clothes in the dark and slid in next to Quinton's warm body, straddling his thigh, squeezing it tight. I went under the sheet and put my mouth on his sleeping member, and within a few moments he was hard. I sucked his balls and his beautiful cock until he was really stiff, and then I slid on top of him. He was half-asleep, eyes closed, but awake enough to stay rock hard inside of me. I pushed deep down onto him a few times, rubbing my clit against his pubic bone, and we both came easily, falling into each others warm embrace.
I whispered softly to him, "Baby I think I found someone for us. A hot girl who's totally down." He said he was happy, and that he didn't want to know who it was. He liked surprises. We kissed for a little while, and then fell asleep, breathing each others air and nestling close.
The next day we carried on as usual. That evening I made him a wonderful dinner and we drank some Ginger ale. I started to get nervous, and he told me to relax, that this would be fun. We went into the bedroom and began fooling around, and shortly after ten we heard a knock at the door.
"That's her! You wait here, I'll get it!" I ran to the door, tousled and buzzed, and threw it open. My heart was thudding. There she was. "Venus!" I cried. She looked like dynamite in a light blue tube top and tight blue jeans.
Venus leaned in and gave me a kiss and a hug. My heart pounded harder, and my clit was twitching as I began to imagine the possibilities. I had never been with a girl, other than kissing, and I still wasn't sure if I wanted to or not. The night was young.
Venus came into the bedroom and I said, "Surprise, our girl is here! This is Venus, she is here at your service," and I did a theatrical bow for my man, tilting my invisible hat.
He looked a little nervous, but he smiled big and said, "Welcome, Venus." Venus giggled and took a swig off the bottle, followed by sips of root beer. She said we were a hot couple and that she was excited to be here. We passed around the drinks and then I lay down next to Quinton and we started making out. He told me Venus was hot, and that he hoped he could deliver. He put his long fingers inside me and stroked softly, pulling the wetness to the surface and rubbing it onto my clit.
"We're here for you, baby," I whispered. I was squeezing his silky hard dick, wanting to put it in my mouth, taste the salty fluid that was oozing out of the tip.
Venus's clothes were slipping off, and soon we were all naked. Quinton laid on his back and closed his eyes. The two of us took turns sucking on him, crowding around his glistening hard cock, massaging his balls, trying to see if we could get our mouths on there at the same time. He put his hands over his face and said, "Oh my god," and then Venus whispered that she was wanting to taste me. I felt a jolt of electricity straight to my crotch. Girl tongue in my puss, for the first time!
I was slippery wet by this point. I lay down next to Quinton and we looked at each other, smiling. He bit my lip and I felt like the luckiest girl alive. He squeezed my hand and then I felt Venus pushing my legs apart and diving into my throbbing crotch. I moaned deeply. She was saying "Mmmm" as she licked me everywhere. "Oh my god you taste good!" she cried, and I was flooded with heat. De-Virginized, I was thinking, at least in that way. Her tongue was hot and she licked me deeply, over the length of my entire pussy. It felt amazing, causing ripples of heat to move through me, tingling my toes. It made me want something inside, pushing into me. Venus moved from my pussy to my friend's cock.
Venus seemed to be doing a good job devouring Quinton's beautiful cock because he was losing his self-control. She was sucking furiously, wrapping her hands around him and twisting them in opposite directions. She massaged his balls, pulling them away from his cock. I looked away, enjoying the look on my friend's face when he seemed to melt, morph into a wolf-like creature as his ecstasy rose.
He started saying, "Oh god, oh god, baby," and then he reached for me. We scooted closer together and found each others mouths, kissing sloppily, squeezing our hands together. I told Venus to go deep, take it all in baby.
"Oh damn!" he called out and Venus increased her pace. We were all wiggling around and when I felt Quinton squeeze my hand tightly, I knew he was about to come. I pushed my hips into his thigh and moving up and down on his thigh. I couldn't hold back and I came with a shuddering moan, feeling the waves of heat move through my body.
Quinton was making noises in his throat and I knew he was letting it go as well. "Oh fuck!" he cried, and then his entire body started shaking as he released his load. Venus stayed glued to him like a champion, taking in his warm juice, letting most of it dribble down her face, saying, "Ummmm." He was breathing hard, eyes closed. I think he was smiling, but it was hard to tell because I was smooching his entire face.
Venus asked us if we liked it, and we said yes. She said she liked it too. She went in the bathroom to rinse off. "That was fucking amazing," I said, and Quinton murmured agreement, pulling me closer. "Babe," I said, "do you want to fuck her?" He looked me in the eyes, brushed some hair off my face, and kissed me deeply.
"Yes, but not right now" he said. He told me he was definitely enjoying himself, but he wasn't feeling the need to get all up inside Venus tonight.
Venus came out of the bathroom, shiny damp and naked. She took a few drinks from the bottle and asked who was up for round two. Venus said she had a toy and to our amusement, she pulled out a nice big black strap-on, the dick part arising from a little red heart-shaped pillow. Adorable.
I said, "Wow, who's gonna use that on who?" My mind spun with the possibilities and I felt warmth flood into my clit.
Venus laughed and said however we wanted it. Quinton asked if I wanted to ride on top of it. "Kind of," I said. "What do you want, baby?" He said he wanted to watch me ride the strap-on while he fucked my ass. We had talked about doing that in the past, except with my vibrator, but this could be even better.
Venus was wearing the strap-on. We moved around until we got the best position. Venus was on her back, legs open, stroking herself with the strap-on.
The strap-on was kind of big and I wasn't sure if it would fit. Venus pushed her fingers inside of me, going in deep and stretching me out. I was juicy wet and with some help, I managed to slide down on it, inch by inch. I had fucked plenty of vibrators, but never a big strap-on, especially one that was attached to a sexy, petite girl. It made me giggle, but it also felt good to feel the hard strap-on inside of me, while stroking the silky softness of her breasts. She looked like a little fairy, and the fact that she was fucking me with a huge black dick added to the delicious naughtiness of the moment.
Quinton leaned forward and licked my clit. His tongue sent a jolt through me and I shivered. I sat back to give him a better angle.
I sat up and leaned towards him, taking his lips into my mouth and we started making out while I bounced up and down on the black dildo. I was opening up and I felt it going a little deeper, massaging my insides. His lips were sweet-tasting, like ginger ale. The wetness of his mouth made me wetter in the crotch, and I felt myself getting slippery.
Quinton moved up behind me. He put his arms around me and told me I was sexy. He said, "Venus you are too, but this one...she's something else," and then he squeezed my breasts in his big warm hands while he sucked on my neck. I turned my head and kissed him deeply. He was such a babe.
He massaged my ass with a little oil, rubbing it all over, and I took his cock in my hand and stroked it lightly with some of the oil. I leaned forward to give him easier access, and he said I looked good. He was loving the show, loving that it wasn't all about his performance, but more about everyone having fun with each other.
I felt him enter me slowly, hands on my hips, then arms around me, squeezing my breasts and biting my neck. It felt a little tight, but I started to loosen up, and soon he was sliding in and out with ease and we all had a good rhythm going.
It wasn't always my favorite, but with him, sometimes it was. Maybe it was the way he held me so gently, kissing my neck lightly while he pushed it in hard. Maybe it was because I knew he liked it. Whatever it was, he was good at it and I wanted to please him. He held my hips and shoved into my ass while I pushed down on the strap-on. Venus was thrusting her hips up, pushing the dildo into me and soon I felt like I was floating on air and didn't have to do a thing. My body was flooded with heat and I felt the tension increase, causing us all to squirm around.
I had never been fully penetrated in both holes, although I had thought about it a lot. It was more incredible than I could have imagined. I felt so full, all of me was being massaged on the inside, while my nerve endings buzzed and my skin became ultra-sensitive. Quinton touched my clit and I gave a little cry.
I never felt dirty with Quinton. If I ever got squeamish about anything, he would just whisper, "Baby it's all right. Everything is natural, and we don't have to do anything you don't want to do." I thought of his words and was flooded with gratitude that such a beautiful man existed, and that I had the pleasure and honor of ravaging him.
We all started making very loud moaning noises, and I imagine the neighbors hearing it. I could tell by the swollen thickness of my friend's cock that he was close to exploding. I cried out and soon I was exploding in an ecstatic, slippery mess of fluid and sweaty skin. All of our bodies rocked together hard, and then crumpled down onto the bunched-up sheets.
Quinton pulled out and said, "Oh damn." He rubbed his trickling juice into my thighs and then smacked my booty. "Baby you're the best," he said, and then flopped onto the bed. He was incredibly spent, and totally satisfied.
I got off the big black dildo Venus looked pretty worked over, her hair forming a big bright halo around her face. She pulled off the strap-on, and said she got off from fucking me. Girlfriend got skills, I was thinking, as I noticed a trickle of juice running down her crack and pooling between her thighs.
We all lay there for a while, panting and saying "Mmm." Quinton crawled over and spooned me, squeezing me tight and pulling the blanket over us. He told Venus that she was truly amazing, an unforgettable night, and she could pass out in the guest bedroom, if she wanted to.
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A Surprise.
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Posted:May 4, 2015 9:32 pm
Last Updated:May 1, 2024 7:57 am
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After a brief dinner, that consisted of pizza and more fruit juice, Venus found herself curled on the couch watching some show on TV. Quinton resting his hand on her hips as she nestled her head on his chest. She could feel him breathing and could hear his heart beat, this made her smile. As Quinton spoke she could hear the sound resonating out of his chest.
"Are you tired? You can stay over if you want."
"It is getting late, you don’t mind? I have nothing to wear to bed." Venus said, knowing she only slept naked.
"That’s fine; I can let you borrow something."
He took her by the hand and led her back upstairs to the bedroom. He pulled the comforter back and Venus climbed in. Quinton, being a gentleman, went to his chest of drawers and pulled out a pair of blue boxers and a white undershirt.
"Here you go" he stated as he was turning around.
"Well thank you. But I’d prefer to sleep with nothing on, it’s much more comfortable. Will you help me out of my clothes?" Venus said hoping he would take a hint.
Even after all the sex from earlier she still craved him. She loved the way he was so caring when they fucked. She’d call it making love, but there was no love, just pure admiration for each other and trust, well mainly lust.
Quinton blinked at her with amazement, she wanted more of him. He walked over, trying not to be too obvious about being horny again. Quinton boxers were showing his erection again, and Venus just smiled to herself.
Leaning over he grabbed the bottom of Venus's top, he lifted it over her head. Venus's breasts bounced a little as they were free from the confining shirt. Her breast were perfect. Just the perfect hand full. They were creamy white, not pale, but just a hint of sun. Her nipples were about the size of a quarter, and were hard from the cool ac. She laid down and lifted her hips and shimmied out of her skirt. She didn’t have any panties on, since they were still wet from the hot tub. Her pussy was shaved and begged for Quinton to run his tongue down and in between its lips. The thought made Quinton harder.
Quinton lowered himself on top of Venus and began kissing her. It was deep, passionate, and personal. It was like a fuck buddy kiss. Venus kissed him back, knowing it was just a mind game.
Their lips parted, and Quinton's tongue slowly licked her lips and grazed over her tongue. Both tongues danced together and Quinton's kisses became more urgent and forceful. He slid his arm under Venus and in an instant she was now on top of him.
Quinton leaned down and took her breast in his hand and her nipple in his mouth. His tongue danced around her nipples point, just like he had before but this time he bit her nipple. Venus let out a moan, a mix of pleasure and pain. A swift smack on her ass and she knew the rules were the same, no talking till asked to speak. Moving to the other nipple, Quinton bit the point. However, this time Venus bit down on her lip, without making a sound.
Quinton released his hands from her breast and let them cup her ass. He pulled Venus up so she was now sitting on his face. "Do you like it when I suck and tease your clit?"
"Yes sir, I like it."
With that Quinton began to lick her clit slowly, almost teasing the bud. He used his left hand to part her lips and, right hand to finger her from behind. Venus was in sheer ecstasy and she was having to hold herself up on the wall. His tongue swirls and flicked while he was sucking her, tasting her sweet juices. Venus thought Quinton's mouth was like a hoover, he didn't let up, sucking her clit and flicking it with his tongue. She rocked her hips moving the suction up and down on her pussy. Quinton's fingers was exploring her pussy, slowing going in and pulling out, probing her to another orgasm.
Without being able to hold on much longer, another orgasm swept over her. Quinton's tongue lapped up the juices attempting to get all her juice's, he refused to stop even when she was shaking and begging him to stop.
He picked her up and carried her out to his balcony. Venus sat on top of the railing, while Quinton adjusted himself to fit inside her. He wrapped his arms around her, to prevent her from falling, and began to move his hips back and forth. Clinging to him Venus didn’t expect to feel so free and nu-inhibited. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper in her, not letting him tease her by pulling out. With one hand around her, Quinton used his other hand to grab her breast and squeeze her nipple.
"I want to you moan and scream, be as loud as you want. I get off on my neighbors knowing I’m fucking." Quinton said as he began to rock his hips faster. Venus was amazed and started moaning and getting louder with each thrust.
"Fuck me; I wanna cum all over your cock! FUCK ME!!" Venus screamed as Quinton brought her to another orgasm.
She had lost count of how many she had that day, but was loving the feeling. Quinton made her cum at least 2 or 3 times each time they were together.
Smiling, Venus rode the orgasm to its fullest, moaning and making sure to be extra loud for Quinton's enjoyment.
Quinton's breathing increase as he heard her cum. He could feel her pussy walls squeezing around his cock and then releasing. The tightening sensation made his dick throb with pleasure. He knew his neighbors well enough to know that they would be outside watching. He also knew they would soon be going at it like rabbits too.
With images of them fucking and watching Venus release her will in his arms, he knew he wouldn’t last longer. Not a moment too soon, he pulled out and shot his cum load on her leg and abs.
"Damn, I wasn’t expecting you to get that loud. You made me cum quicker girl."
"Well are you satisfied? If not we can go again." Venus said with a naughty smile on her face.
"You wore me out, hotty. Let go shower and get ready for bed." With that said they walked into the house, and Quinton started the shower.
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Lone wolf
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Posted:Apr 30, 2015 12:23 am
Last Updated:May 25, 2015 12:03 am
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A friend and I had a conversation about lone wolf and what it meant so I did some research on it and there isn't much about it for a person per-say. This is what I found and I don't agree with all of it but some of it I do agree with.
Lone wolf.
Usually the only time someone gets that appellation they’re a suspect in a terrorism case. A lone wolf in that context is defined like this:
Lone wolf: Someone who commits or prepares for violent acts in support of a group, movement or ideology but who does so alone, outside of any command structure.
That description is dangerous. It makes the lone wolf sound impressive regardless of the horror of their actions. A less sexy and perhaps more accurate term is used by spy agencies to describe this type of figure – a clean skin:
Clean skin: An undercover operative whose identity is not known to the forces he or she is tasked to infiltrate. This is usually because such an agent has not conducted any prior undercover activity.
In their separate ways, James Bond and Jason Bourne are both lone wolves or clean skins. These are heavy terms, normally applied to the dark art of espionage and the dark world of terrorism. But I think it’s also possible to be a lone wolf in your personal life – and you shouldn't assume that's a bad thing.
The charismatic loner is an appealing archetype. It also doesn’t mean that you can’t, don’t, or won’t have friends. It’s about self-reliance, about leaving no trace.
We’re always told that men need a gang. That we should be The Clash, The Magnificent Seven, or the A Team. But why? The idea that you must be yoked to your friends, or that one group of mates is enough, is fallacious. Your friends are not bundles of resources to be tapped into. Neither are they a living, breathing alternative to the Xbox.
Why shouldn't we aspire to be Wolverine, Hulk, or Clint Eastwood as the Man With No Name?
The lone wolf can drift into any pack and bring interesting stories and experience to share. He can talk to anyone and be as comfortable in the company of others as he is alone. The lone wolf can howl in the busy nightclub or sit quietly on the canal towpath at dawn. The lone wolf can lead a pack or watch as others do their thing. And the best lone wolves know when they've found a partner to be alone with.
I am not a lone wolf. I could be one if I so choose I have the self-confidence and self-reliance needed to be one and can move between groups and situations. Lone wolves are rare in human friendship groups because it is quite unsettling to have a friend who moves between circles, who doesn’t appear to rely on your presence, and who isn’t entirely open about who else they hang out with.
I value the few lone wolves I know – but I know they’ll never be at my beck and call.
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Fun Night
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Posted:Apr 29, 2015 7:03 pm
Last Updated:May 7, 2015 4:34 pm
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I stood at the window and waited impatiently for Quinton to get home from work. It is a long dreary day, grey and drizzly, and finally he pulls his Mustang into the driveway.
He walks up the steps to the front, a look of exhaustion on his face. I'm not sure I am making the right choice to surprise him today.
He enters and greets me. I can tell by the tone of his voice that he is tired.
Good Lord, what am I to do now?
I make the decision right here and right now just to go for it and hope for the best.
Quinton has been talking to me during our love making about how watching me with another woman would be something he would love to see. Today I am going to make his fantasy come true.
“Quinton why don’t you go up and get comfortable in our room, sit back in your favorite chair and I’ll bring you a treat”.
He smiles, a tired smile, and I watch him walk up the stairs completely unaware of what I have planned for him.
I open the bedroom door and look at him laid back in his recliner with his eyes closed. He is such a handsome man, with just enough facial hair to make him look a little rough around the edges.
I enter the room without Quinton opening his eyes and walk over and take his hands in mine. His eyes flash open as the cold metal of the handcuffs hit his skin.
He looks at me, wide eyed and curious as to what I have planned.
“Stand up Quinton.”
I start to remove his clothes and when finally he steps out of his pants I unlock one of his hands. I see the questioning look on his face as I pulled the still locked hand behind his back and re lock it with the other hand.
Now naked with his hands behind him, I stand back and look at him. He is semi-hard and waking up more every second.
“Sit back in the chair Quinton.”
I recline it back and now without his hands it is impossible for him to touch himself or get out of the chair. I walk to the door and let her come in.
She is beautiful. He is in shock.
Venus, the beautiful, busty redhead, walks over to me and we kiss, deeply.
“Venus you taste so sweet. I love the taste of your tongue on mine.”
I lift the skirt of her dress just enough to give Quinton a glimpse of the g-string she is wearing.
Venus runs her hands over my breasts.
“Mmm, you feel so good Tiny.”
I turn her so she is facing Quinton and unzip her dress. It slithers to her feet and she stands before us in just her high heels and silky panties.
“Isn’t she beautiful Quinton?”
Quinton, admiring the view, is rock hard and both Venus and I can see his appreciation.
“Take my clothes off, Venus.”
I feel her hands on the back of my neck as she slides my zipper down and my dress hits the floor to lay with hers.
Quinton watches Venus and I caress each other and I slowly slide her panties down to join the shoes and the dresses on the floor.
I take Venus by the hand and lead her to the bed.
She lays back, her legs slightly parted. Quinton can see she is excited, her nipples are hard and standing on end.
I lean in to her and I shove my face into her shaved pussy, my tongue exploring her lips and quickly find her swollen clit.
I move us into a 69 position, and as our bodies bask in the pleasure of each others manipulations we moan and groan, touch and suck, finger and tongue.
I can see Quinton out of the corner of my eye, poor man, not even being able to touch himself.
I climb out from between her lovely, beautiful legs and walk over to my man.
Pushing the chair so Quinton is sitting straight up, I climb upon his lap.
“What do you want Quinton?”
Before he can answer I kiss him, letting him taste and smell the sweetness of Venus’s sex. I know he thinks I am going to mount him; I can feel his hips pushing for contact, anything to grind against.
“If you can be a good boy and listen Quinton, I will let you stand?”
He is beautiful standing there with his hard on like a flagpole in front of him, the lust shining in his eyes.
“Do as you’re told Quinton and follow me. I want you to eat my girlfriend’s pussy for a minute so you can get her taste in your mouth.”
I stand and watch, fingering my own wet clit as he flicks his soft, hot tongue across her pussy until she is screaming with pleasure.
I see then that he is grinding up against the side of the bed so I make him stand and kiss me so I can taste her hot cum.
I lead him to the bed and have him stand inches away from Venus’s mouth.
“Venus, I want you to start kissing Quinton’s balls and then move up his shaft until you can slide him into your mouth as deep as you can.”
I kneel beside Quinton and kiss Venus’s mouth while she sucks on his cock.
I sucked on his balls, I know it is too much for him to handle but I just cannot seem to help myself.
His body explodes spraying cum all over Venus and myself.
I feel his legs give out underneath him and silently guide him to lie on the bed.
I slowly unlock his cuffs and watch him as I kiss the sweetness off Venus’s face.
I reach for Quinton and kiss him hard on the mouth, making him taste his own flavor.
Then I smile at him sweetly laying there in shock, take my new lover by the hand and lead her away into the shower.
“Rest up, Sweet man.”
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From a man's view.
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Posted:Apr 28, 2015 8:28 pm
Last Updated:May 1, 2024 7:57 am
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We were finally going to meet! I stood at the front of the restaurant pacing back and forth. I was much more nervous then I thought I would be. My heart was racing and I felt like I was cold and sweating all at the same time.
Venus and I had been talking for months, but had never met. I never even imagined that I could feel this way about someone I had never met before. But she was everything I didn't even know I desired. A few months ago I didn't even know what I wanted. I only knew that whatever it was I had not found it yet. Then Venus came into my life, with that beautiful smile and those piercing eyes. Not to mention the perfect body that just called out my name and made me feel urges and desires like I had never felt before. She was perfect in every way. I could not have imagined a better woman and here I was about to meet her for the first time.
There was her car pulling up. I ran to her car and opened the door for her like some at his High School prom. Excited and nervous, all at the same time. I took her hand and helped her step out of the car.
Immediately, I could feel the electricity from the very first touch. We both smiled, and I surveyed her perfect body now standing in front of me, with that nice little blue mini dress and those luscious legs.
'You look even more incredible in person, ' I said as I leaned in to kiss her cheek holding it a little longer than usually acceptable and taking in her scent. It was like a sweet fragrance I had never smelled before. A scent I never wanted to forget!
We sat down together in the booth. Talking about mundane things. I could barely concentrate enough to really stay a part of the conversation and I could tell she didn't really want to small talk either. I could sense a yearning from her. A yearning to be touched, to be caressed, kissed, and devoured!
Venus noticed that I wasn't really listening and called me out. I smiled and told her how consumed I was with her beauty. My desire for her was so strong that I could think of nothing else. I slowly moved my hand and placed it on her thigh. It was so soft and perfect.
Again I reached in and kissed her on the cheek, once again taking in the intoxicating smell. Only this time I remained close to her, and moved my lips across her face to her ear. 'I have wanted this for so long. With every ounce of my being I want this. I want to feel you, taste you, and hear you moan out in ecstasy!' I whispered.
I could feel her breaths get quicker and her legs shudder a little. She reached around with her hand and placed it on mine as she whispered back in my ear, 'I want to feel you inside of me.' She took my hand and slowly slid it along her inner thigh and I understood what she wanted.
I moved my hand the rest of the way until I could feel her already wet panties. She whispered again, 'I have been thinking about you all day.' She jumped a little as I started to rub her pussy with my hand. The motion of her body and the slight moan in her voice told me to continue. I moved the panties aside with my fingers and felt her wetness in my hands.
She was so warm and soft and I could feel my cock jump in my pants at the thought of being inside of her. She took in several sharp shallow breaths as I penetrated her with my fingers now sliding them in and out.
She reached around and grabbed my crotch feeling my desire in her hands. I jumped in my chair! It had been so long since someone had touched me with that kind of desire. I knew this had gone as far as it should in the restaurant so I threw some money on the table to pay for drinks and jumped up from the table.
All the while trying to hide my bulge in my pants from the public. I took her hand in mine and together we sneak out the back door.
Again I opened the door for her and watched her sit in the car and situate her incredibly sexy legs. I had a hard time deciding what to focus on. My eyes moving back and forth between her legs, the little bit of cleavage I could now see as she sat there in the car, and her longing eyes that seemed to penetrate my soul.
I hurried over to the drivers side of the car and excitedly jumped in, giving her one last look over before starting up the car and throwing it into reverse. My heart was racing! 'Um, you are so....' I said as I tried to come up with the words to describe your beauty.
Venus placed her finger over my mouth and whispered, 'shhhhhhhh, no need to talk.' She placed her other hand on my inner thigh and started kissing my ear and neck. This immediately caused an erection again. She passionately grabbed my cock with her hand and began rubbing it through the pants.
'Mmmmmmm, ' I moaned, and she giggled as she was now devouring my neck. It took all of my concentration just to stay on the road while I was driving. Especially when she undid the buckle on my pants and reached inside to grab my big hard cock that was throbbing with anticipation!
Bump, bump, bump. The car had moved off the road for a second. She gave me a sinister grin and asked, 'Are you sure you can handle this?' She didn't even wait for a response cause she already knew what it would be.
She immediately ducked her head down and began licking my beautiful cock and was still stroking it in her hand. She was exploring every inch of it with her tongue and hands. Sliding her hands further down my pants and caressing my balls with her hands, just as she wrapped her lips around my head and quickly slid down my shaft.
My whole body went numb and I gripped the steering wheel hard with my hands. My body had not felt this good in a long time. She was now going faster and faster, while stroking my cock with one hand and toying with my ass with her other hand. My breathing got heavy and I grabbed her hair with my hands, trying to be gentle, but primal urges were causing me to pull a little on her hair.
This only excited her more and now she was frantically taking my cock deep into her mouth. I could no longer contain it and my warm cum began to shoot into her mouth as I screamed, 'Ohhhhhhh yes, God yes!'
She moaned with excitement at the feel of my juices sliding out of my cock and into her mouth. As I finished she could feel the tenseness in my body go away and I melted back into the seat. She slowly sucked every drop out of me and licked it clean with her tongue.
'You are amazing!' I said
She looked at me and smiled as she said, 'I know, but you ain't seen nothing yet'
As we pulled up to our destination I started getting excited again. I'm still in shock that all of this is finally happening. After all of the e-mails, all of the text messages,and IM I was finally meeting this amazing girl in the flesh. Butterflies hit my stomach as we eagerly jumped out of the car and headed for the front door.
There she stood in front of me unlocking the front door and I still couldn't keep my hands off of her, running my hands down her back and across her shoulders. 'You are even more perfect than I had imagined, ' I say with a gentle voice.
She took my hand in hers and led me through the doorway. I shut and locked it on the other side and we stopped there staring into each others eyes. We were finally alone to do whatever we pleased and to please each other in every way possible. And yet there I was frozen.
Why was I so nervous all of a sudden? Even though we had already done some pretty intimate things together we had yet to kiss and to me that was one of the most intimate things, and one of the things I had looked forward to the most. As I pulled her body close to mine I gently whispered, 'are you sure you want to do this?'
'More than anything I have ever wanted in my whole life, ' she said with enthusiasm!
I placed my hand behind her head and pulled her face up next to mine. Then I softly kissed her eyebrows like I had wanted to do so many times before. I kissed her eyelids and temples. Taking my time to do all of the tender things I had wanted to do for months.
I could see her lips trembling with anticipation. I could feel her breathe get heavier with every tender kiss. I was being patient and building the anticipation, but I could no longer contain myself. Our lips finally connected in what started as a soft exploratory kiss. Her lips were like honey, sweet and satisfying, and leaving me hungry for more!
As I broke away for the first time I looked into her eyes again and could see a desire for more. So I pressed my lips to hers one more time. This time with more vigor and excitement. I could feel my inhibitions dropping away as I slipped my tongue into her mouth and found great pleasure in meeting her tongue with mine.
There was no stopping now. As our tongues collided with passion and increasing intensity, I could feel this rush of energy and excitement all over again. I wanted her! I wanted to make her mine. Our tongues were dancing and our hands were caressing every part of our bodies, as if we were frantically searching for a part we had yet to touch had yet to discover.
My inhibitions had now been replaced by a raw passion and desire like I had never felt before. I could feel this savage beast inside me taking over! I pulled away from the kiss, and quickly scooped her up into my arms. I carried her into the bedroom and dropped her onto the bed. I quickly removed my shirt and she removed her dress.
I could see a new hunger in her eyes and now in her body as well. As I jumped on to the bed I grabbed both of her arms and pinned them to the bed above her. I kissed her lips once more, this time more savagely, feeling the bulge in my pants grow again with anticipation. My legs immediately moved inside of hers and pushed hers open with my thighs. My hips began to thrust into her with anticipation.
My lips traveled from her mouth to her neck, devouring it. Sucking, licking, and the occasional nibble. I worked my way down her neck to her beautiful shoulders. Then I let go of her arms just long enough to remove her bra and take her now hard nipple in my mouth. Mmmmmmmmm it tasted so good, felt so good on my tongue!
Again I was thrusting my hips with anticipation, and I could feel her doing the same. Long hard licks of my tongue on her nipple were making her so excited, that her back began to arch and her muscles in her body grew tense.
My tongue worked its way down her body as I ripped her mini dress the rest of the way off , and her panties off in one fluid motion. I had to stop for a moment and gaze at the perfection that laid before me. I had given up on hiding my excitement and she could see it all over my face.
She smiled and said, 'I want you to take me now. My body is yours.' She trusted me. She knew she could give herself over to me without fear or worry. She knew I would treasure her and pleasure her in every way I knew how.
'And I am yours, ' I said so that she would understand that he was submitting himself to her desires as well....
My hands were placed on her knees and I spread her legs before me. I began kissing her inner thighs, trying to take my time, but the hunger inside me was once again taking over. I had to taste her. To feel her soft wet pussy on my mouth!
So with one long lick down her thigh I came to her now throbbing pussy. It must have been more than she could bear as well, because she grabbed my head and pushed it into her groin. Mmmmmm I thought her lips tasted good, but this was like a sweet wine, both delicious and intoxicating.
"Oh yesssssss!" She screamed as I smothered her with my tongue. She wrapped her legs around my head and pressed in harder on the back of my head with her hands. The savage beast inside of her was quickly coming out as well!
I pressed in further probing her clit with my tongue. Trying to find that perfect spot to tease. Her body was wrenching in every direction so I had to place my hands firmly against her hips to hold her to the bed. This only made her try even harder to move, and we played a game of me trying to contain her while she tried to lose control....
I was winning until I felt the muscles in her body shaking and her back arching high into the air. I could no longer keep her down as her body wrenched back and forth and up and down, all the while my mouth licking and sucking on her clit and trying to follow her every move while she was having orgasms on top of each other.
"My God, Yesssssss!" She screamed again. "I need you inside of me. I need to feel you right now!"
I was so turned on at this point it was like an out of body experience. I had no control over myself. I traced her body again with my tongue finishing at her ear. "I have wanted this for soooo long, " I said as I slowly penetrate her.
"Ohhhhhhh, " she said with a low groan under her voice. I placed my hand on her neck, so I could feel the vibrations of the groans in her voice. Every press or movement of my hips caused another groan or moan that only got me more excited. I could feel ever whimper in my hand.
This got me so excited it was hard to bare. She felt so good and her body rubbing against mine was fantastic! The thrusting became faster and faster and her groans became louder.
"Fuck me baby! Take me, I am yours. I want you to come with me. I am so close baby!"
I grabbed her head and pulled it into me. Pressed her lips against mine and our tongues began rapidly fighting to see how many licks we could get in before it was all over. This sent a final surge of electricity to my loins and I could no longer contain myself.
Both of us now groaning as we passionately kissed and as I threw my whole body into every thrust. As I was coming I could feel her legs shaking once again around me, then they squeezed tight around me. The pleasure I was feeling lifted me onto another plain and I felt like we were floating.
Then gravity kicked back in as I fell to the bed in exhaustion. Both of us tenderly kissing and holding each other. Neither wanting to be the first to let go. I could see in her eyes a sense of satisfaction.
Nothing more needed to be said as we laid in each others arms together at last!
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Posted:Apr 27, 2015 7:56 pm
Last Updated:May 1, 2024 7:57 am
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Take me in your arms. Wrap your strong arms around
me and hold me close to your body. Let me feel the warmth of
you, your strength and your gentle nature. Let our bodies
blend together so that you can feel the warmth of me and let
our stress and troubles soak into each other and be washed
away by the pleasure of the sensation.
Let our bodies touch from head to knee. Pull me against
you as we dance without movement. I feel our rhythmic breathing,
and all care is shut out. There is nobody in the world except
for you and me. Take my face gently in your hands and look
into my eyes. Let me know without words that I can trust you
without doubt, that you will never harm me, and that you
want me. See what I have to tell you with my own eyes--the
need, the longing and the hunger for you.
Kiss me. Gently rub your lips against the softness
of mine. Kiss my cheeks, my forehead, and my eyelids before
returning to kiss my mouth hungrily now, as I open my mouth
to accept the fullness of your kiss. Your kiss takes my breath
away and I find myself wanting to become even closer to you
physically. I can feel your hardness against me, and my
hips begin to grind my pelvis against you and I can feel myself
becoming ever more aroused.
Lay me down. Kiss me deeply and passionately, as
I run my fingers through your hair and pull your kiss even
closer and deeper. I let my hands wander across your neck
and shoulders, loving the strength I feel there. Moving
on to your biceps and feeling your arms holding me tightly
against you. Kiss me as I run my hands down the length of your
back, moving toward your buttocks, and loving the strength
I can feel through your clothing.
Touch me. Run your hands down my body, feeling my
breasts, stomach and thighs. Hear my sharp intake of breath
as your fingers gently probe the warmth and wetness between
my legs and you kiss me ever more passionately.
Stand. Allow me to watch you slowly remove your
shirt, never taking your eyes from mine, as it falls to the
floor and I admire the masculinity of you. Slowly undo your
jeans, still holding me with your eyes, and let me see how
you want me, how much you want me, .how very badly you want
me.
Return to me naked and kiss me again as you begin
to slowly remove my clothing. As you uncover each inch,
touch me with a kiss and let me feel how much you need me, kissing
and touching and caressing until I am as naked as are you,
and our legs and arms are entwined with each others so that
we do not know where one of us ends and the other begins.
Give yourself to me. Allow me to explore your body
with my eyes, my hands, my lips. Feel the softness of my hair
as it trails across you chest. Smell the sweetness of my
hair and love the way it feels as it moves over your body.
Let me kiss your neck, your chest and work my way down your
stomach. I can feel how you want me, and it makes me want you
even more.
Allow me to hesitate for a moment over the hardness
of you. Feel my soft hair on your thighs, the brush of my breasts
against you, and the feel of the warmth of my breath on its
head. Let me take you into my mouth and make love to you, gently
licking and sucking on you, and feeling the twitching that
makes me know that you love this.
Don’t ask me to stop making love to you--taking
you slowly into my throat and loving you with my mouth. You
are growing harder and I can hear your breathing become
shallower as I bury your shaft in my throat and you can feel
my lips at the base of your shaft, my tongue slipping out
to lick your balls.
Feel my hands on your thighs as I begin to fuck your
cock with my throat. Spread your legs for me so that I can
feel your balls and gently cup them and lick them as I suck
you deep inside me. Let me taste you and hear you tell me out
loud how you love what I am doing to you. Thank you for allowing
me to do this for you. I know that you are a giver and not a taker,
and this is a tremendous gift that you are giving to me—allowing
me to love you for as long as I wish.
Take me gently by the shoulders and pull my body
up the length of yours, kissing me and allowing my body to
rest upon yours. Roll me over onto my back and cover my body
with yours, feeling the fullness of my passion for you.
Kiss my neck, as I did yours, and work your way down my body,
kissing my shoulders, my breasts, my stomach and abdomen,
until I can feel your hot breath between my legs. Spread
them and touch my clit and gently feel how hot and wet I am
with wanting you. Gently slide your fingers inside me making
me completely ready as you place your mouth on me begin to
lick and suck, drinking in the aroma and the taste and listening
to the sounds of pleasure that I am making, loving the feeling
of your mouth on me.
Roll me over onto my stomach and place your hands
on my ass. Tell me how you love the shape of my bottom as you
trace the outline of it gently with your fingers. Rub your
lips softly across its skin, stopping to occasionally
nibble and lick here and there.
Pull me to my knees and enter me from behind, slowly
stroking my pussy with your hot hard cock. Feel how tight
and wet and hot I am for you. Stroke your cock almost completely
out of my pussy, and then gently thrust it back in to the hilt,
and feel the lock of my muscles around your shaft—not stopping—loving
each stroke and the sensations they elicit. I can feel your
hands on my ass and you tell me how lovely I am as you fuck me,
making love to my entire being with your cock inside my pussy.
Take my cum as I begin to squirt, and you can feel
the contractions of my orgasm milking your cock as I shake
and quiver and tell you wonderful it feels to love you.
Turn me onto my back and cover me again with your
body, thrusting inside me once again, feeling the still
spasming muscles hugging your hot cock and begging for
more. Kiss me and tell me how you enjoy our lovemaking as
move thrust against each other, wanting release, but wanting
this perfect first lovemaking to never end.
Roll onto your back and pull me up to ride your cock.
Tell me how you like it. Tell me how you love the way your cock
feels inside me. I love the way you feel inside me, and I can
feel your hardness peak as you watch my breasts bounce as
I ride you faster, grinding against you, trying to take
your entire being inside of me.
Reach out and take my breasts in your hands, feeling
their softness and then run your hands down my sides to my
waist and guide my movements, making the rhythm as you like
it and feeling my pleasure and wetness run over your thighs.
Give me your cum--all of your cum deep inside of
me. Let me hear how much you love the feeling of release and
that I am taking all you have to give. You are mine and I am
yours at this moment and it seems as though time has stopped
for us.
Pull me down to your chest still connected to me
as we both feel the spasms from the other and we know that
we have done all we can at this moment to share ourselves
with each other.
Kiss me, and tell me, tenderly, that you have wanted
this for a very long time. Look into my eyes, and know that
I trust you, and that I have never felt such enjoyment and
pleasure from a man.
Lay me down beside you, and let me hold you until
our breathing returns to normal. Let me hold you for as long
as I want. I am not ready to let you go. Kiss me again and again,
and laugh with me because we are happy and content.
Sleep with me, for a while, until we awake wanting
each other again.
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True Friendship
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Posted:Apr 25, 2015 2:51 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2015 7:56 pm
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I have been talking to a friend of mine about True friendship and what a True friend means. We like to challenge each other on different subject and this was one of them.
Friendship is one of the most precious gifts of life. A person who has true friends in life is lucky enough. Friendship makes life thrilling. It makes life sweet and pleasant experience. Friendship is indeed, an asset in life. It can lead us to success or to doom. It all depends on how we choose our friends.
True friendship is a feeling of love, sharing and caring. It is a feeling that someone understands and appreciates you as you are, without any exaggeration, flattery and pretensions. It gives a feeling that you are ‘wanted’ and that you are ‘someone’ and not a faceless being in the crowd. A true friend stands by you through thick and thin. True friendship knows no boundaries or demarcations of caste, creed, race and sex.
Friendship is both good and necessary. People cannot live all alone. They are a social being. They needs someone to share their joys and sorrows. Generally, it is only the people of the same age, character and background, mentality, etc., who can understand them and understand their problems. Friends are needed for support and for sharing. Friendship is an elixir which is essential for a happy life.
They are needed to turn to when one is in trouble, and facing difficulties. According to the great Roman Statesman Cicero “Friendship increases happiness and diminishes misery by doubling our joy and dividing our grief”. Friends are needed in every stage of life. Friendship has no age limit. Every group of people- , youth, elders, very elderly people, etc. have their friends. However, it is better to have friends of the same age group and cultural backgrounds.
We need to select our friends very carefully. We have to remember the maxim “All that glitters is not gold”. In the same manner, we must not be moved by apparent show of friendship. Many remain with us in the guise of good friends and lead us to the wrong path.
We spent much of our time with them. Their mental outlook, behavior, attitudes affect us too. Therefore, we have to choose our friends very carefully. We have to distinguish between fair-weather friends and true friends. True friends remain with us through thick and thin while fair-weather friends are found only during sunny days.
Lasting friendship is indeed, a blessing. Good friends are great pillars of life. They help us to stand tall and erect in life. Friendship can make or break us. It can lead to good careers and proper living. It does not matter how often you meet your friends, but how much you care and feel for another in good times as well as in bad times. True friendship is a great asset in life.
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Bedroom Romp
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Posted:Apr 23, 2015 8:34 pm
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2015 2:52 pm
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I close the door behind you and just lean back. You are delicious to look at....and experience. You look at me with heat in your eyes and begin to undress.
"Why are you still dressed?" you ask as you remove your slacks in one motion.
My eyes travel slowly up and down your body. Remembering the scent, taste, and texture of each part of your body. Unconsciously, my tongue snake out to wet my lips.
"Damn!" you say as you move to push me back against the door. You hold my face firmly between your hands as you first trace my bottom lip with your tongue. Then sucking it into your mouth. Your warm breath caress my face as a moan escapes. You slide your tongue into my mouth to taste me. I couldn't help grinding my hips against your already hard erection. The mental image of you, completely naked....while I am still dressed. I could feel my panties getting soaking wet.
When you pull away you lean down to gently bite, then lick and suck the side of my neck. "You're still dressed...why?" you whisper against my ear. My body trembles as I release a shaken breath. The utter sensuality . You lean back away from me and begin to carefully unbutton my blouse. And with each button, you would lean in and place a kiss on the exposed skin. After the third button, my nipples were extended and my thighs were rubbing together.
I place my hands on yours to stop your actions. Your questioning eyes meet mine. "Rip it open, " I say breathlessly. You raise an eyebrow to see if I was serious. I simply place my hands above my head and lean back. You grab each side and yank! Pearl buttons fly across the room. I feel your cock rise higher between them. "Is that what you wanted?" you ask sliding the lacy straps of my bra off my shoulders to expose my breast.
You love my breast. They were big and heavy with dark chocolate nipples. You cup my breast and bring it to your mouth. You gently lick my nipple, your tongue swirling around and around. I place a hand on the back of your head, a silent plea that I want you to take my nipple into your mouth. You suck my nipple into your mouth. Trying to draw as much as you can into your mouth. Your cat-like tongue sweeping over my breast. Then moving to the other..giving it the same sweet attention. "Oh, shit!" I moan as I feel my pussy clinch as you increase the suction.
My breath was coming in rapid gasps. You lean back to look at me. "Did you cum? I'd better make sure" you say as you raise my black skirt up around my waist. You notice the black lace thong panties. "Now, let me see, " you say. I stand with my legs further apart. You trace the crotch of my panties and feel the dampness. My breathing increase. "I'd better make sure there is no doubt," you say moving my panties aside and slide one finger inside. You feel my pussy squeeze your finger. You look up an see the pleasure flow across my face, and insert a second finger and begin to move. "Your pussy is sooo wet. Sooo hot. I can't wait to slide my cock into you, " you speak as you increase your pace. Fingering my pussy faster and faster until my cum flows down your hand. "Does that feel good?"
"Yessssss" I say between clenched teeth.
"If your pussy feels this good with my fingers, imagine how good you'll feel with my cock stroking your pussy from inside." At those words, I scream as an orgasm hit. You don't stop your ministrations until my thighs stop shaking. You remove your hand from between my legs, noticing the cream that covers it. You take several steps back from me and sit down on the sofa. My eyes follow your movement.
You sit down, your legs open, and your cock hard as a rock standing erect. You take your cream covered hand and begin to stroke your cock. You turn to lock eyes with me. Your hand continues to stroke your cock. I watch you slide your hand from the head of your cock to the base and back up again. Neither one speak as we get caught up in the eroticism of the act of you masturbating in front of me. I feel my mouth start to water as I watch you get even larger. I push away from the door and come towards you.
When I stand before you, I go gently to my knees. You watch my approach and when I sink to my knees, you stroke yourself one last time and then reach out to gently guide my mouth to your cock. I swirl around the thick head tasting the combination of your precum and my cum. I lick from the mushroom head to the base and slowly made my way back. The scent and skin texture of your cock were like an aphrodisiac to me. I moan in unadulterated bliss when I slide your cock into my mouth. I slowly move your cock in and out of my eager mouth. Swirling my tongue along the underside of it as I suck. Up and down, increasing the suction. My mouth watering as the taste of you causes me to become wet once again.
You look down at me through hood eyes. I was breathing taking. My head moves up and down, and then I begin to use a circular motion, my mouth never letting go of your cock. I moan as I reach between my legs with one hand to play with my pussy and use the other to begin jerking you off as I continue to give you head. Just watching me was making you even harder.
You need to be in me. You pull my head up and tell me to get on all fours. I do as you request.
You approach from behind and drag my cum soak panties off. You coax my legs apart. You look down and see my glistening pussy. You lean down and lick slowly. I wiggle my hips and slightly raise them so that you can get better access. Then you remove your head and slide between my thighs.
You grab my hips and slide your cock smoothly into my dripping wet pussy. You don't move. You enjoy the sensation of my pussy pulsating around your cock. Then you slide your hand up my back and apply a gentle pressure to tell me that you want me to lean on my forearms. Once I am in the proper position, you begin to move. Slowly you would slide in and then almost all the way out. Over and over. You keep up this pleasurable torture until I can't stand it. I moan loudly and begin to move back against you, increasing the tempo. I close my eyes as I let the feeling of my ass slamming against your thighs while your cock slams against the walls of my pussy.
I begin using my internal muscles to stroke your cock as you were withdrawing. At the first sensation of my pussy stroking you as you were withdrawing----a deep masculine growl come forth. "Fuck!" you say as you reach for the skirt around my waist to use as an anchor. I turn to look over my shoulder, looking at you through glazed eyes and said, "Take it....Fuck my pussy." I turn back away from you and start grinding against you.
Using my skirt, you yank my pussy into your cock. You are moving faster and harder in me. Until the only thing that could be heard in the room was our heavy breathing and the sound of flesh slapping together. A keening cry escapes my lips as I feel my pussy tighten and pulse on your cock as I cum.
But, you weren't quite done, you flip me onto my side and slide between my legs in the scissors position. You reach between them and begin to stroke my already overly sensitive clit as you pound into me. I watch the mindless pleasure wash over your face. "Oh, damn,"you say as you feel your body about to cum.
"I want to taste your cum," I say pushing you from between my legs. I scramble to get to your cock I latch my hot mouth on and begin to suck. You begin to fuck my mouth as I lick and suck. Then you hold my head against you and come with a deep growl. I take all of your salty juices. Moaning as they flowed down my throat. I look up at you and lick my lips, as if to savor the taste. I left you on the floor to catch your breath and composure.
When I come back I had a warm wash cloth and began to gently, almost lovingly cleanse your body. We were satisfied, but eager for our next interlude.
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Sneaky.
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Posted:Apr 22, 2015 10:15 pm
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2015 8:35 pm
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I quietly sneak into your bedroom. I stand watching you sleep. You were in bed before I got there. My eyes roam your naked body. Feeling myself react at just the sight of you I smile. All of a sudden I get an evil, wicked thought.
I tip toe to the closet I silently open the door walk in and pull it open. Finding the light switch I see the box in the corner where it always is. Opening the box I remove the soft silky scarves placed in there plus the feather. The whole time my heart is beating so loudly I am surprised it has not woken you.
Turning off the light I leaves the closet. Sliding softly across the carpet I go to the head of the bed. Thank god you are a back sleeper I chuckle to myself. Very carefully so as not to disturb you I slide one of the scarves up under your wrist, around the bed post and secures it.
You move a bit but do not wake up. Slipping around to the other side of the bed I repeat the process with the other scarf. Now at least your hands are secure should you wake up. I smile down at you. Oh I know I will pay dearly for this but it will be worth the punishment.
Going to the foot of the bed I swiftly secure both ankles to the posts. By this time I notice your breathing pattern has changed just a bit. Won't be long now and you will be alert to what I have done. I know your breathing well enough to know when you are in a deep sleep or just a light one.
Standing with my hands on my hips I was quite pleased with myself. Now where to start???
Since I was already at the foot of the bed what better place. Bending down I softly begin massaging and rubbing your toes and foot. If this doesn't wake you up I had better call 911 causethen you are dead I chuckle in my head.
Placing my tongue in the middle of your foot I make little circles all around. Your foot flinches. This startle me but does not stop me from my mission. I continue on to the other foot. You try to pull your foot away. I hold my breath waiting for you to wake up fully and realize you are bound.
You groan and try to roll over. Instantly I am wet. Knowing that at any time you will discover that you are bound to the bed. Once you are fully awake I will have my way with you just as I have always fantasized about. Oh and you said it could not be done!!
Still waiting for you to open your eyes I can tell you can't figure out why your stuck in one position. "Hotty are you here?" you ask a bit confused. I giggles replying "Yes Quinton I am". You move again "there seems to be a bit of a problemhere" you say. Hardly containing myself I ask innocently "Oh and what would that be Quinton?"
Very sternly you tell me "well it seems I can not move..would you have any ideas as to why this is?"
Moving up to the head of the bed I lean down on my elbows next to his shoulder, "Hmmmm I have no idea Quinton". Oh you know that tone of voice coming from me "Venus please tell me YOU have NOT tied me to this bed" hysterically I start laughing "ummmm ok" was all I say I can barely breath let alone talk I am laughing so hard.
"Untie me this instant" you demands as you try to wiggle your wrists free. Jumping away from the bed you let loose I giggles "nope". Realizing you can't free yourself I can almost see the fire in your eyes as they shine in the darkness.
I run my hands up the inside of your leg. Across your lower stomach, lightly tug the hair along your happy trail. Slide my nails along your chest. Tweak your nipples. Slide one finger along your strong jaw line up to your sweet lips out lining them with my finger as well.
Opening your mouth and turning your head you attempt to grab my finger. Your intent was to bite it and make me untie you but you aren't quick enough, I pulls it away.
"You do understand there will be great punishment for this do you not??" you say angrily but yet a bit breathless. "Oh Quinton I understand completely and will willingly take my punishment from you" I say in a very sassy voice."but first I am going to take YOU".
Going back to the foot of the bed I slide myself up between your legs. Taking the feather I stroke it along your torso. Up along your neck. Around your feet. Lastly I touch it to your most sensitive area. Even with out touching I know you are so hard and throbbing. I smile a big wide smile to myself. As much as you won't admit out loud you are very much enjoying this role reversal.
Finally being able to stand it no more I reach for you and I know you would be stiff with desire. Wrapping both hands around you I squeeze. A light pulsating squeeze. Slightly closing my hands and opening them. You moan and release the breath you are holding not knowing what was to come.
Leaning down I dance my tongue along the head. My squeezing has already produced droplets there. God how I love the taste of you. Taking my hands and placing them on either side of your hips I lower my mouth so all of you slide between my lips toward my throat. You brace your feet on the bed trying to shove forward. Your feet are tied and you can't get enough leverage.
As I suck on you I take the feather and run it down around your balls then up under them. Just barely touching. Your ass wiggle on the bed and I hear a swift intake of breath. Holding you in my hand again I take my tongue and follow the same trail as I made with the feather. Your breathing becomes raspy.
Going back up and taking you again in my mouth I move my head up and down, up and down. I feel your body tightening. Cupping your balls in my hand I roll them around. They are tightening. I stop!!
Climbing down off the bed I hear you moan loudly in protest. I walk out of the room."Oh no you don`t!!!" you holler from the bedroom. "Don`t you walk out and leave me tied here!!" Turning around and poke my head in the doorway I giggle" I'm coming back.....eventually." Then I disappears from your site.
Oh the words coming from your mouth!! I can still hear you cussing me as I enter the kitchen. Opening the fridge I look to see what's in there. Ooooo chocolate fudge sauce, whipped cream, those would do nicely. Then taking a glass from the cupboard I fill it from the ice maker with crushed ice. Grabbing all my goodies I slowly make my way back to the bedroom.
Stopping just inside the doorway I look at you, "Are you thru with your little temper tantrum" I ask. Glaring at me but smiling at the same time you tell me, "Oh you have yet to see my temper tantrum".
I set my things on the night stand. Taking the glass I place ice in my mouth and begin licking you all over your luscious body. I feel you shiver. Your nipples harden from the cold sensation as I suckle them. One then the other biting, nibbling. Working my way all over your body not missing even one spot. As the ice melts I replace it with more.
Climbing on the bed I stand over you. I have removed my clothes I am naked now. Taking my finger I softly slides it along my pussy. You watch me aching to taste me and I know this. Removing a piece of ice from the glass I rub it on my clit. My breathing comes faster. My juices dribble down on your chest mixed with the melting ice."Let me taste you" you say as you watchme. You know I will cum at any moment. I look down at you and turn one of your favourite sayings on you "when I feel you are deserving you will get it but not until then"You couldn't help yourself you busts out laughing "Touche".
Squatting down I take you in my hands. Placing myself above you I tease myself and you by rubbing the head just around the opening to my pussy. Sliding it ever so softly and slowly around and around. My head begins to spin from desire and I want you inside of me. Swiftly and completely unexpected by you I drive myself down hard impaling myself with your stiffness. Instantly I explode my juices running down your shaft your balls and pooling on the bed beneath you. Falling forward on your chest I catch my breath. I feel you moving and twitching till deep inside me.
Climbing from you I grab the chocolate fudge and whipped cream from the night stand. Standing by the edge of the bed I slowly dribble the fudge across your stomach down, down, down, covering your cock and balls. Lifting your head you watch "damn your going to make me all messy you moan..whatare you doing?"you demands to know. Now taking the spray can of whipped cream I make swirling marks with it all over the fudge."I have a craving for a banana split" I smile " and you are the banana". Dropping your head back on the bed you feel me start licking the fudge and whipped cream from you. My tongue is so warm and wet my licks deliberately slow and steady. You don't know how much more of this slow torture you can stand. It was driving you insane.
Coming to your cock I suck and lick and stroke. Making sure not to miss any of the goodies I placed all over you. Glancing up at you I tell you "Quinton you have the special sauce and I want it NOW!!" My voice very demanding.
Licking and sucking I feel you throbbing. I feel you growing bigger still in my mouth. Racking my nails across your balls and up under them. Reaching up and grabbing your hips I pull you deeper down my throat. You feel my throat contract and squeeze your head. It was as if I were trying to milk you with my throat muscles. God the sensation was over whelming. I had sucked you many times but never like this.
Suddenly you let go and I taste and feel your cum exploding down my throat. Gulping and swallowing I except everything you have to give me. But I don't stop I continue to suck and stroke and lick. You whimper and moan. I know how sensitive you are once you cum still I don't let up. You are squirming so bad trying your damnest to get away from my torture mouth.
"Stop please" you beg. I don't. I wonder and continue. Oh these ideas of mine are going to get me in so much trouble. Sucking hard and driving my face down to your pelvic bone over and over. You are still rock hard. Suddenly out of no where your body convulse and you shake and shiver and lets out a guttural sound from deep with in.
Ever so slowly I remove my mouth from you. I look up at you and smiles the most self satisfied smile you has ever seen.
Jumping down I scramble to untie you. Whatever was to come I would take it like the woman I am because damn it was well worth it.
Standing by the bed eyes averted I wait. You reach out and grab me by the wrist you tug me on to the bed and pull me close. Running your fingers thru my hair. I start to settle when you grab a handful and pulls hard my head snap back. You kiss me "if YOU EVER get the inclination to do that to me again you WILL get the spanking of your life..Understood??" you were pulling so hard tears stung my eyes. Trying to nod my head I whisper
"Yes Quinton "
You let my hair go pulling my head onto your chest you cradle me in your arms."The only reason I don't do it now Venus is I believe you have sucked the life right out of me", I giggle and settle in your arms closing my eyes. Before I could even doze off I hear you lightly snoring.
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Why is it........
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Posted:Apr 20, 2015 9:43 pm
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2015 9:21 am
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I had an disagreement with 2 male friends of mine this evening this is what the disagreement was about:
Why is it so hard for men to give a woman a compliment. I don't mean complimenting them on their breast, buttock or legs. I mean what they are wearing, even perfume they wear, or their hair style for the day. When a man gives a woman a compliment it may or may not make there day but it is nice to receive them.
Have a great night.
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Rain
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Posted:Apr 18, 2015 6:12 pm
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2015 8:47 pm
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We met at work became fast friend's.
The heat had been intolerable for the past few weeks and most people opted to wear either as little as possible or loose fitting clothing that wouldn’t stick to their bodies. We met at work we became fast friend's. My two new friends made it easier to deal with work. Tiny had a fabulous sense of humor and a mouth that could make a sailor homesick for his ship. Quinton was a sexy-looking man whose talents lay in his appreciation of two things: satire and women. I had never met a man who loved women so much; small-breasted women and big-breasted ones, skinny bottoms and full, fleshy bodies – he loved them all.
Quinton had been flirting mercilessly with Tiny and I all summer. So far, I had been warding off his advances with the excuse that he was just to sexy. At forty-nine, his body was that of a thirty-three year old. Tiny on the other hand had no problems with the few years that separated them. She flirted back and hinted at what she would do with him if she ever got him alone.
It was a Friday afternoon and the three of us were headed back to work when the first drops of rain began to fall. Just before we reached our building, the rain turned into a down pour that drenched us through within seconds.
I paused at the entrance to our building and said, “Screw this. I’ve been waiting for rain for weeks and I’m not going to waste it now.”
“What do you mean?” asked Quinton.
“I can’t resist rain. I love it. I guess you could say it turns me on.”
“Really?” asked Tiny. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to Regina beach to go skinny dipping in the rain. Anyone else game?”
“Sure!” they replied in unison.
And that is how the three of us ended up sitting on the big rock in the middle of Regina beach, naked as the day we were born. Quinton sat in the middle looking back and forth. He looked like a puppy sitting in a pile of Kibbles and Bits.
Tiny looked at me, looked at him and then looked back at me. Finally she said, “Damn, you have gorgeous breasts girl. Even I want to reach out and touch them.”
I laughed and said, “And what makes you think that I would allow that? What have you done to earn that right?”
She was silent for a moment, not sure of what I was asking. “What would I have to do to earn that right?”
“You would have to show me that you have obedience and can follow directions and prove that you are deserving of the privilege of my body.”
I was starting to like this game. I looked down at Quinton’s member to see it growing to a full eight inches. Obviously, he liked this game, too.
“What shall I do to prove my worthiness?” Tiny asked.
“You can begin by calling me Mistress and showing a little respect.”
She bowed her eyes and answered, “Yes Mistress. What can I do to please you Mistress?” Tiny asked.
“Stand before me.”
She rose to her feet.
“Lower your eyes. Do not look directly at me unless I give you permission to.”
“Yes Mistress.”
She stood before me, eyes lowered respectfully. Her body stood straight, shoulders back, breasts pointed forward. Within the small area of the rock, I walked slowly around her. Her breasts were medium, but alert with hard, erect nipples. I reached over to one perky point and pinched it hard and her buttocks contracted in surprise. I pinched the other one and then ran my palms lightly over her now sensitized nipples.
Quinton was enjoying his view, sitting between our standing bodies, and his hand had wandered over to his now fully engorged cock.
I turned away from her to face him. Pushing him back into a laying position, I removed his hands, saying, “You must be patient. You will be taken care of soon enough.”
Turning back to her, I pinched each nipple again several times. Then I lowered my mouth to let my tongue flick quickly over her sensitized nipples. Now she groaned audibly. I stepped back for a moment to admire her long, lithe body, her eyes closed as she awaited my next touch, the rain coursing over her naked body making it glisten in the sunlight that occasionally peeked through the clouds.
“Now, get down on your knees and show me what you can do to give Quinton a little enjoyment.”
She quickly got to her knees and positioned herself in front of Quinton’s laying there. I took a position by his head where I could watch, crouching only inches from his face. Her tongue reached out and teased the head of his cock, which twitched in anticipation. Then, the head disappeared between her lips, and then more and more until she had taken the entire shaft in her mouth. As I watched, my finger reached down to flick lovingly over my clit.
As I began to dip my fingers in and out of the moistness, I looked down at Quinton’s face to see that he was watching me. I allowed him to reach up with his beautiful long fingers to run them throughout the folds of my lips. I spread my lips in invitation and two of his fingers disappeared inside of me. As I fucked his fingers I could see her watching, her mouth full of his cock. Her eyes were round. Her ass was raised in the air, warm rain running down the crack of her ass and teasing her pussy.
“Now Tiny, turn around and straddle Quinton.”
She did as she was told and I walked around to his feet so that I could see her face.
“Lower yourself onto his cock very slowly. Quinton, you may help, but you must control yourself and not move too fast. You must not cum until I tell you to.”
As his thick member entered her pussy, wet with rain and excitement, she closed her eyes.
“No! Keep your eyes open! Look into my eyes so I can see your excitement build. Do not cum until I tell you to.”
Crouching before her I brought my body close to hers. Our nipples rubbed together as I leaned in to kiss her full on the mouth. Her tongue reached out to mine, as she tasted a woman’s mouth for the first time. As he pumped the full length of his rod slowly in and out of her, I reached down to flick my thumb over her engorged clit. She moaned and I kissed her harder.
I reached behind her with one hand and beneath him with the other and began to massage the entrances to her back tunnel.
Quinton moaned, “I can’t hold back much longer!”
“Then now is the time. Fuck her hard and cum – both of you!”
Almost before the words were even out of my mouth, they began to shudder in release, their orgasms made more powerful by my wandering hands.
I stood and clapped. “Congratulations,” I said. “You have both won my approval. Now you may attend to me and make me feel the pleasure you have both reached.”
“You may use tongues and fingers to make me feel as good as I have just allowed you to feel.”
They wasted no time. Despite Tiny’s inexperience, she was eager to taste my musky aroma. Her tongue was soon tentatively flicking over my clit. Quinton wasted no time in attending to my full breasts, sucking and nibbling at one nipple and rolling the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. They switched places so that Quinton could attend to my pussy with his expert and appreciative tongue. Tiny’s mouth flew to my breast and with a woman’s knowledge she used just the right amount of teeth and firmness on my hardened nipples. Her hand went beneath Quinton’s eager mouth and soon her fingers were deep inside me. At first only two, then three and then four. I raised my hips so as to have more of her inside of me and in doing so gave Quinton access to my ass. Between the rain and my wetness, he had no problem insinuating his long digit into my ass.
All of a sudden, the rain began to come down harder, pelting over my naked body. Fingers were moving faster and faster inside both of my tunnels, and mouths and lips moving generously over my clit and my breasts. I soon felt my body begin to shudder and shake as wave after wave swept over me. They continued their ministrations until finally my body relaxed.
Minutes later, one of them lying on either side of me, Tiny said, “Mistress?”
“Yes?”
“Now I understand why you think rain is so sexy!”
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