Another Friday Night
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Posted:Dec 13, 2019 12:04 pm
Last Updated:Dec 13, 2019 11:56 pm
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Not like all the rest, this one's the 13th... FWIW
How many of us are going to be alone tonight, here, possibly.
How many wish they had that elusive FWB or couple that they play with? Or the partner with whom they do everything, or my favorite, a wonderful, intimate friend with whom I can be entirely myself?
How many will click and click instead of fuck and suck?
I'll be out teaching, then back to hover and look for that perfect, but unlikely match.
The facts bear out one fact - there are a lot of people looking, not too many people fulfilling. We have to be careful... we have to be decent... we have to be respectful... all the while wanting to let our animals free.
Somewhere inside the confusions over what we're doing here, are our selves. We know one thing in the world for sure... 'I am' - really, some of us go over the deep end and even question that. Questioning what it means is enough for me, and I do know that I am.
What do I want? I want generally the same thing we all want here -- to feel great, to express myself, to let the animal growl and possess, and to feel those rushes of emotion, of chemicals, of fluids that come of this letting go.
Sadly, there is a lot of accessorization that happens... tools and implements and toys and creams and vestments and cuffs and crops and such. This might be related to capitalism and how it removes the spirit from holidays, the ripeness from fruit, the thrill of want, and too often plain humanity. These tools divert us sometimes. I'm not against them, but I want there to be an underlying passion before employing them. I don't want to come into a room full of bells and whistles any more than I want to have every piece of media equipment clogging up my simple living room.
We want to fuck, to suck, to taste, to thirst for, to hunger for another, to feel that pressure squeezing us tight, holding us sure and eliciting surprising reactions, sensations we don't feel enough, the interreaction of two (or more) people completely absorbed in each other's pleasure, each dominating in some way, each receiving the thrill of being dominated in another, and each submitting to the pleasure. Submitting is a kind of dominance, over one's control. Dominance is a kind of submission, to one's fear of going too far.
Maybe we will all get there. Some may already be there. While some use this place as a tool, some are here because we don't do the other necessary activities to find partners in our play. We don't bar hop, sign up for clubs, troll grocery stores, or take classes, or go to church to meet others... we just don't for a variety of reasons.
As always, it would be lovely to hear others' views. Keep in mind, there is a permanent state of imbalance - far more men who will shove their cock in anything that moves, than women who will welcome any old attention. Some think its human nature. I just think we're trained to be that way, knowing I rose above and out of that nutty belief myself, to a higher sense of self and confidence.
Ta ta!
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Deep in the elevator shaft..
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Posted:Dec 13, 2019 10:45 am
Last Updated:Dec 13, 2019 12:47 pm
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"Facking elevator" she said, looking over to me and shrugging her shoulders. "This building is straight out of Gothic times... brass gears and such... why I like it, but the elevator goes down, maybe twice a week"
She told me this like I didn't know it. I'd lived there for six months, and took the stairs, perhaps why I'd missed her in the broken down elevator. It was old, and beautiful, an iron cage, brass accents, old glass lit buttons. The building is six floors, not a huge walk to my rooftop space, great exercise, but today I had four bags of groceries and supplies. I had a long weekend of writing coming up, and wanted to not have to go out.
"So why haven't I seen you before?" she asked.
"I go out mostly crack of dawn?" I asked, guessing she didn't normally get up that early. She's disheveled in a good way, casual, but smells nice, that is to say - not at all... on the surface.
"Yeah - that must be it... I go out about 8 each morning, and don't usually come back til 6, after work." she said, twisting her hair and hooking a finger in her bra strap.
"Let's fuck?" she said looking straight at me. "I mean, any reason not to?" she asked.
"No reason I can think of" I said and put down the rest of my bags and moved toward her. Her hands went to my belt, pulling my shirt free, while I pinned her to the cage, my thumbs hooking her skirt waist and pushing it down hard, dropping it and her panties in one pile around her feet. She had my buckle undone, buttons torn open and my cock out in seconds, and before I knew it she was on her knees with her wet lips wrapping around the head, descending. My modest cock enabled her to engulf me smoothly, wetting every bit in one slow motion.
"Mmmmm... huhhh... " I said
"Mmmmmmmmmggrrgggllggg" she said, her lips buried at the base of my tidy mound.
She pulled off of me then, and turned, pushing me away with her ass. She hooked her fingers in the mesh of the cage, and I quickly donned a condom, (always a boyscout, and prepared).
She heard the crinkle and turned her head... "Take my ass" is all she said, and I reached my hand for her mouth and taking the cue, she spit into it. I dribbled the spit in her ass crack and rubbed it around with my thumb, then slipped in slowly and carefully to gauge her readiness. A bass groan came from deep in her chest, and she said "uh huh... " I replaced my thumb with the head of my cock, and pushed. "UH HUH..." she groaned louder, pushing back, speeding my entry, and a moment later I heard her low moans and sharp exhales increase as our rhythm did. I felt great, my cock thrilled by the tight hold her ass had on it, and I went deep, pushing her hard against the cage as I buried myself each time. The cage rattled with each thrust, and we didn't care whether anyone heard.
"UHHHHHHH HUUUUUUHHMMMMMMMOOOOHHHHH YEAHHHHHH" she said and I felt her arching her back, tensing, one of her hands having reached for her cunt, moving slowly there.
"MMMMMMmmmmmmmm sooo gooood" I intoned, feeling my own pressure, and slowing to prolong it.
Her back arched and she began to twist and gyrate on me, and I didn't know if I could hold out much longer. A moment later I felt her stiffen and heard the deep intake of breath and squeal as she held it, then felt her ass clenching on my cock, pulling, milking working me like no amount of thrusting could, and I came the moment following her, pulsing in wave after wave, enjoying her spasms squeezing, releasing, squeezing me.... I leaned forward, my arms wrapped around her torso and lifted her to me, hugging her too me still impaled on my cock, and she turned her head and kissed me.
The moment lasted... then our surroundings returned and we heard shuffling feet below us, the super going to rest the lift's motor, we knew, and we slowly pulled our clothes up and on, not bothering to tidy much as we were so close to home.
"5A" she said, "See you at 8."
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RESEARCH - obsessiveness - IMPORTANT
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Posted:Dec 11, 2019 9:11 am
Last Updated:May 19, 2021 6:42 pm
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I have a question for you all - I didn't feel like making this a poll.
Please spend a minute let know your experience - I'd appreciate that.
When browsing either members online or the home page where members' thumbs show, I often hover see people's basic stats and slightly larger pics, location/distance, etc.
Recently a member has been contacting me telling me that I've been obsessively visiting her profile. I explained her that yes, I visited her profile, read it, and loved her pictures, etc. once, some time ago, but after reaching out and not hearing back, then hearing back with her concern that I was 'always' visiting her profile, I purposefully try avoid it. Then after she kept reaching out , I began wonder what she was talking about. She sent a screengrab of the recent visitors showing a few minutes earlier.
make a long story short, she keeps doing this... hounding about it, but I am not visiting her page, though I do occasionally hover on her image (she changes them so there are different ones showing up fairly often, which I don't recognize as her's).
She mentions multiple times in her profile that people should not obsessively visit her profile, and because I'm an easy going person, I've not gotten pissed about this yet, but find it very annoying that she warns against obsessively visiting her profile but then obsessively points out each time I show up in her 'recently visited' list. I rarely log out of here - and yesterday while I was listening music videos and taking an online course, she chimed in and said I'd done it again. I was not visiting any profiles, or even on the site, though it was open in another window.
Previously we'd had some conversations about this, and we even tested see what was triggering it, and she seemed understand at that time that I'm not actively visiting or even hovering. We discovered that all I need do is rest long enough for the profile preview pop up (less than 1 second) and she gets a notice that I've viewed her profile. I thought she'd accepted that it's a fluke and does not actually mean I'm visiting her profile, but then she has continued contact telling I've done it again.
So the question is - do others (women in particular) see the same people visiting constantly? If so, does it worry you, that others might be obsessing on your profile? And have any of you run into the profile I'm referring to? She said this has never happened before, but then her profile, eloquent as it is,, has several mentions of obsessive visiting being unwanted, so that tells me she must have had it happen before.
I welcome your thoughts!
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Tell me...
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Posted:Sep 4, 2019 8:11 pm
Last Updated:Apr 30, 2024 4:41 am
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Tell me
"Come on, tell me", he said, sounding a bit whiney.
"No", she repeated for the fourth time, "get the fuck away from me!"
I heard the commotion from half a block away, him pressing, yelling, calling her a bitch, her telling him t.o leave her alone. I rounded the corner and saw him raising his hand, and saying something like, 'You better... ' and I cleared my throat, stopping him. I wasn't sure what I'd do, but hoped m.y presence would just make him leave, though a part of m.e wanted to pound him into the ground, make him a geological marker of where that shit wouldn't be tolerated. Gina was a friend of a couple years, but she'd been locked up in this 'situation', with this guy Bruce, who she thought she loved, but it turns out she'd mistaken a big, bossy cock f.or passion and then f.or love. She'd told me as much, with a lot of blushing and euphemisms hiding her shyness on the topic, but in the end I knew she had grown tired of his demands, drama, and uncaring attitude, and it was clear he had anger issues. He'd become a sniveling, and potentially abusive asshole, as I'd just witnessed. I was a foot taller, and though I'd never hit anyone in m.y life, he didn't know that, and was naturally cowed by m.y size. It wasn't that I was so tall as he was pretty short.
"I'm fukin' outta here" I heard him say with a grunt, and he shuffled off t.o his moped and started it, gunned it, stalling, then starting it again, gunned it again and swerved t.o nearly miss a car's rear bumper before finally riding away. I guessed Karma was fucking with him.
"You OK?" I asked Gina when close enough.
"Yeah" she sighed, "I told him it was over, shove off and leave me alone, but he thinks he owns me. Asshole." she says, standing up t.o give me a hug. I squeezed her tight, lifting her off the ground for a moment, popping her back, as I always did.
"Thanks" she huffed from my arms as I put her down. "That always helps" she said. "I'm so frustrated!- hate being embroiled in such a mess! The sex died month's ago t.oo!" She said exasperated, then blushed realizing what she'd said.
"Oh!" I said, a bit surprised, but also shy of the subject, as I thought that's what she was in it for. "Sorry".
"What are you sorry for?" she asked, "you're make m.y life bearable."
"Oh?" I mumbled, flattered. Gina is a completely unique woman. Her height makes her stand out, so short that she's often mistaken for a . She has very small breasts too, but if you really look at her, you can see wisdom in her eyes, on things other than boyfriends, it seems, and her thighs, and body in general are a woman's. She's beautiful in an imperfect way, a real person.
"Other than the asshole, how are you?" I asked.
"The truth?" she asked as if about t.o go on. "Never mind" she said thinking twice.
"Yeah, the truth" I said wanting her t.o continue, "We're friends, you can tell me anything. I mean it"
She thought a moment, and looked like she'd defer, so I took her hand and said with mock bossiness, "spit it o.ut."
We'd known each other only a little less than two years, and we grew close quickly. Our houses backed up t.o each other, and we started talking initially over the back fence while hanging clothes t.o dry. She was 28, I 26, an affinity by default. I'm not really sure what brings us together, but we talk easily, openly for the most part, but have always skirted getting closer.
She fiddled with her Converse for a bit longer, then said, "OK", and looked away another moment before talking. "I'm embarrassed to talk about it."
"I'm a listener, and I'll never judge you, think less of you, you know? - I mean, unless you come out with some egregious offense like being republican" I laughed.
She smiled, "I know. But we've never talked about this kind of thing" she said, hinting that it might be very personal, sex, or our bodies, or something, though we did know each other's bodies pretty well, and had never hesitated to be affectionate.
"Try me" I said. I truly am a good listener, and am interested and want to help.
"OK, it's about sex" she said looking away.
"OK, it's about sex" I said. "Deep breath then"
"I don't know what I'm doing" she said exhaling exasperation. "I feel like I try this and try that, and it isn't fun, and it bores the hell out of me. I never have orgasms, feel like I'm probably frigid or something, but I want t.o--I feel passion, I daydream about sex and passion and romance and all that stuff. What the fuck??" she finishes.
"Hmmm" I said scratching my goatee and playing at very serious. She laughed and smiled brightly, relieved by my humor, and my heart warmed.
"What do you mean, 'you try stuff?'" I asked, being more normal and concerned, and curious too.
"Well, like blowjobs, riding him, doggie style" she said blushing.
"So you don't enjoy them?" I asked
"I do, sort of. I just feel like I'm being something for him, and it's exciting for a few seconds, then my mind kicks in and I realize I'm playing a role, one that's not me" she clarified. "Anyway, doesn't matter much because he's an asshole and we're not together anymore, but it's really bummed me out. I've never really had the magical experiences people talk about" she finished.
"What people?" I asked winking. This inside joke was how we reminded each other of generalizations. "Well..., maybe you simply don't know what you want, and therefore don't let go. You're very kind, helpful to others... maybe you're trying too hard for others, but not doing for yourself?" I asked.
"Maybe" she admitted. "But it's like this limiter kicks in once I get started, and it keeps me from ever getting going, you know?"
"I get that" I said. "Do you, um, do yourself? Masturbate?" I asked sheepishly.
"Yes, of course!" she said laughing awkwardly.
"Do you enjoy it? I mean, does it feel good, you have orgasms, get wet, all that?" I ask, feeling kind of like a sex therapist now.
"Hell yeah!" she said enthusiastically.
"Well, you're not frigid" I said with a snort, "but when alone, you do for yourself. So it's not about you, it's about you and the boyfriend."
"I guess, makes sense. But why? You'd think I would just take for myself from that asshat!" she concluded.
"Good question to ask yourself" I said feeling wise.
"Have you ever had a feeling, like you just wanted to shed your clothes and be... I don't know, free, liberated, just do what feels right and good, rather than existing under the blankets of propriety, morals, dignity, all that? Like hopping in a car and going wherever you want - we never do that!" she exclaimed.
"All the time, " I said, "and I've been lucky to be able to do so a number of times. You know I went to Burning Man a couple times? That atmosphere is freeing, and raw, with the constraints of the heat and dryness and dust and sand and all, but you can walk out of your tent with nothing on, and nobody will look twice. Well, not 'nobody', but most people there don't even notice."
"I'd love to go" she said thinking, "but we shouldn't have to go be with others who think similarly just to be free." She said determinedly.
I had a thought, based on an experience I had with some friends on a cross country trip a few years back. "Let's go" I said taking her hand and pulling her to my car.
"Where?" she asked surprised.
"Don't worry about it" I said, "It won't be far or weird, I promise" I said, going out on a limb, because it could be weird, for her.
We jumped in the car and I headed for 212, to a spot I knew and loved on the Monacacy river. When we arrived, I thought maybe I should have blindfolded her or something to be more mysterious, but she recognized we were going to the river pretty soon. We got out and I grabbed my backpack, and led her to a crook in the river about 1/4 mile up stream where it was a long distance from the road, not near any homes, and the best part, it took some bushwacking to get to. I knew of one hard to find path to get in there and showed her the way. The river bed was made up of a fine gravel, not muck like much of the river, and the banks were large boulders and grass, a perfect hidden spot.
She made to sit down, and I stopped her. "No, don't sit yet." I pulled ou.t the blanket I had grabbed from the car and spread it in the grass. "Now, this is why I brought you here" and I took my shirt off saying, "now your turn" and turned to her to wait.
"What?" she said surprised.
"Take your shirt off" I said, "Nobody is around but me, and you can be free, and feel safe. Take your shirt off." I thought she might do it, and was trusting instinct that she felt comfortable enough to do so.
She reached for the lower hem crossing her arms and pulled it up over her head. It was a halter bra type sports top, so she was completely free now. I touched her shoulder then, "There, how's it feel?"
Looking down at herself, she said, "It feels fucking great!"
I undid my belt then, and slipped my pants and boxers off, t.o her surprise, and there I was completely naked in front of her.
Gawking, she said, "And I suppose I'm to follow suit, so to speak?"
"Yes" I said, "It won't hurt, and you'll feel great"
She followed suit, hooking her thumbs in her waistband and pushing both her shorts and panties down and off over her high-tops. "OK, we're both naked" she said, "in the woods next t.o a river. Are there drones here?" she asked laughing.
"No" I said, "Now you can sit down." We sat next t.o each other, and I couldn't help but look at her, again, her perfectly imperfect body. I saw a wonderful birthmark to the right of her right breast, just off to the side, and said, "Kentucky". She looked at me funny.
"What? Kentucky?"
"You're birthmark" I said, "looks like Kentucky."
"Oh, shit" she said in wonder, "You're right! I'd never seen it from another's perspective, just looking down, upside down, and in a mirror, backwards. I'll be damned!"
I smiled, both because we were having fun, and because she already found something out about herself from me. I liked that. "Ask me anything, about my body, sex, anything" I said.
Warming to the adventure, she smiled and said, "OK. Hmmmm" mock thinking, hesitant.
"Does anything just pop into your mind?" I asked prompting her. "That you stop yourself from asking?"
"Ok, yes" she said, "Something does pop into my mind. Since you started this, it'll be a question for you." I waited. "How long is your cock when hard?" she asked.
Taken a little aback, I realized she was participating fully in the exercise, and that now I had to as well. "Honestly, never measured it" I said sheepishly. "I'm average length though" I affirmed. My cock grew a little just from the attention it had just gotten.
"Let's measure then" she said flashing a devilish smile.
"How?" I said dumbly, but my cock grew some more even as I said it.
"My fingers are 5 1/2" when fully splayed" she said, "we can use them to measure."
I was mostly hard now, but also curious how she knew how wide her fingers were. "How do you know how wide your fingers are?" I asked.
"I use them to measure when I make clothes, for a rough measure" she explained, reaching over and touching my cock, cupping it in her palm, as it quickly grew to full attention. Spreading her fingers wide she placed the pinky in my pubes at the base and the thumb as far as she could spread, which was the base of the head. "Hmmm" she said, "looks like six and a half inches, about an inch longer than my hand. That's above average" she said, correcting me.
I figured it was my turn to embarrass her, maybe. "How big was Bruce's?" I asked.
"About the same, a bit thicker I think, but it never mattered. I hated his." she concluded. My cock was coming down now that the attention was no longer on it. It was hot in the sun, so we went to the water's edge and sat on a rock with our feet in the water. "Have you had 'great sex'?" she asked using her fingers to quote.
"Oh, I don't know" I said.
"Don't give me that" she said, "talk!" again with that glint in her eye.
"Yes, I have" I said, paying now for my creative invention of this therapy. She had me answering questions too.
She waited for me to proceed, and I didn't. "Come on, tell me" she prompted.
"I've had some very thoughtful girlfriends" I said, "who liked what I did for them, and so in return, they did for me." I said it cagily, because I didn't know if I wanted to talk about my great experiences against her bad ones.
"How's that different from what I got myself into?" she asked, appearing truly curious.
"Well, it's about one's heart, I think. When you dedicate yourself selflessly, I mean - you hope you'll get something in return, but if you don't, it's not like a debt is owed or something, so when you do something for someone and it is meaningful, pleasing, moving, sometimes the person WANTS to do something for you, sometimes something unique, special." I explained, still hesitating, unsure.
"Like you bringing me here" she said matter of factly. "Thank you, I really feel better, and appreciate the gesture. It's not weird at all, because you're such a good friend." she said leaning over and kissing my shoulder. "Tell me more, like what you would do, specifically."
"Uh, well, I. Uh"
"HEY!" She said with mock sternness, "You tell me and stop NOT playing your own game!" again the wicked glint in her eye.
"Ok, you asked for it" I warned. "I basically took my time" I said.
"Doing what?" she prompted again.
"Uh, giving her pleasure, making her cum, going down on her." I said quickly, still blushing.
"And what did you do specifically" Gina asked, "Show me" she said. "Don't worry, I like this exercise, and I'm all in. I love you, and I trust you, and I think you can show me what a proper way to be treated is, and maybe I can show gratitude. I think this IS the solution I needed" she concluded being absolutely sincere.
"Are you sure?" I asked, wanting to be sure this big step didn't ruin our friendship.
"I'm sure" she said with finality.
"Well, here's what I might do." I turned to her, and kissed her, putting my hands in her kinky hair and pulling her mouth to mine. I kissed her gently at first, and feeling urges deep inside, kissed her harder, more ardently than I'd expected t.o feel. I wondered for a moment whether I'd fallen in love with her some time ago, and maybe this exercise was a way fo.r me t.o also find that magic through her.
"That is nice" she said when I strayed to her neck after our long kiss. I gently pushed her back on the warm rock, our feet still dangling in the water, and kissed her again, and again, my tongue finding her wonderful taste, our lips mashed, but matched well, and I felt her breath, taking from me, and going back into me. My hands were exploring, gripping her shoulders, squeezing as I kissed her more, careful not to push too hard into the rock. I lifted myself to look at her, and she looked at me, a serious, pensive look, but also longing and the beginning of tears. "I'm happy" she said, now bursting into tears and pulling me down in a wet hug.
"Me too" I said, surprised, also feeling emotional. She stopped crying and continued breathing into the crook of m.y neck, kissing me lightly, then kissing my mouth, before sitting up and pushing me up. She took m.y hand and led me to the blanket and lay down there. I resumed kissing her, kissing her tear-stained eyes, licking the salty tears, and kissing her mouth with them on m.y tongue. She grew more ardent, kissing me hard, and gripping m.y neck and pulling me t.o her. When we came up for air, she pushed my head to her chest.
"Hey" I said softly, "I'm supposed t.o be showing you what I'd do." I finished laughing lightly.
She laughed t.oo and said, "proceed, sir"
I lay over her on one elbow, kissed her right breast below where it met her stomach. My tongue traced the line there, around and up to where the line disappeared into her clavical. I repeated on her left breast, then once above, slid my lips down and found her nipple, my tongue circling lightly, then more insistently. She moaned and squirmed slightly, splaying her arms out completely relaxed.
I enjoyed her breasts, sucking her small, but protruding nipples, licking around them, which made her sigh. I continued, but not so much that she grew raw. My right hand found her right thigh and squeezed as I finished attending t.o her nipples f.or the moment. My fingers found her wet, hot, and engorged, and I was thirsty f.or her. I slid below her, and kissed her inner thighs, her crevasses to each side of her mound, the curly, fine, dark hair where I breathed hot breath over her cunt, and she moaned again. My tongue explored, finding each lip, each fold between each lip, exploring, then finally diving into her cunt for a dip in her nectar, a tap at her clit. Her cunt was small when I first saw her naked, lips little petals, but now her wet lips were larger, protruding, inviting petals open and ready. I sucked them, licked and explored more. Her cunt was open to me, a small hood and button barely available crowning her, and I explored that hood, and the pearl inside. She moaned and shuddered when I touched it at first, then as I pressed on, she twisted, her head rocking from side to side, and she held her hips intentionally still with obvious difficulty, so as not t.o lose m.y directed attention. I slipped a finger inside her, m.y other hand holding her ass, pulling her tighter t.o me, locking her in contact with my mouth. My finger curled up and pressed into her, my knuckle pressing at her ass as I pushed deep into her. She was streaming her slightly salty slick liquid now, and writhing, breathing so deep and hard, that I knew she would explode soon. I lightened the pressure, prolonging, before I increased again, lightened, teasing some, and increased again. Her arms flew down and shoved my lips tight t.o her cunt as her hips thrust into me, and she rolled over the edge letting out a wail, a cry of joy, tears in her eyes, and shaking like she was shivering. I held on, but let her move, following along with her, now letting up, kissing, encouraging as the tide subsided, then lay completely still with tears in her eyes looking at the sky. I covered her cunt with m.y hand, a warm gesture, a keepsake, and slid up t.o be next to her. She kissed me deeply, kissing away her own juices, licking my face, chin, and savoring herself, but I knew moreso, what I'd just done f.or her. "Thank you" she said, "Thank you, for showing me what you do, what to do" she mewed. "I love you, I just realized" she said.
"I love you t.oo" I said, and I meant it, the awakening just begun. Because I knew her, I knew that we'd both experience joys at each other's hands, and mouths, and cock and cunt, and was looking forward t.o this new experience.
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To fuck or not to fuck...
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Posted:Aug 27, 2019 5:59 pm
Last Updated:Nov 30, 2019 5:32 am
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(BTW - The extra characters below are placed to keep all the words present and hide them from annoying bots. )
You know what sucks the big donky dong (a colorful phrase a friend used in the 80's)?
Everything I want t.o do fo'r a woman that does not include fucking her (f.or m'e), her going down on m'e (f'or m'e), her letting m'e cum on her tits (for m'e), and fucking her from behind (mostly for m'e).
The things I've enjoyed at various times in my life include: Listening to her stories, worries, excitement... . Washing her hair. Hugging her for no reason. Showering with her sitting on the floor enjoying the water raining down on her. Massaging her sore muscles at the end of a hard day. Spending as much time with my aching tongue working away to enjoy her ecstacy and pleasure when she orgasms. Sitting face t.o face, just looking into each other's eyes, allowing our breath to syncronize. Doing yoga with her with wonderful music setting our rhythm. Gardening, working hard to clean the yard, sweating hard, feeling accomplished with the results. Sitting across from each other in the outdoor tub on a dark, starry night. Walking for miles together on one of the national seashore beaches. Lying together in our tent or cabin listening to the crickets or other night creatures. Marveling at deer crossing the road, even though we'd seen it a million times. Pulling off the road and bushwacking our way to a flowing brook where we strip and lie in the sun with the water burbling by. Sitting across from each other at a pasta joint drinking robust red wine and talking about practically anything. Hiking to a lake and skinny dipping. Driving late into the night to a destination where we'll hang out for a day in the sun, then go home, touching, winking, arousing each other in the car. Stopping to fuck at a rural rest stop in the mountains of New England in the dead of the night, against the car, not in its cramped back seat.
While I enjoy sex immensely, I enjoy more the enjoyment of each other (sexual or not), and great conversation. I've read a thousand times now the term 'sapiosexual' - which, to me seems just slightly false, as I don't believe true intelligence is required to be attracted to a person, just mistaking a person for intelligent can do it. There are well spoken people who seem intelligent who prove to be cretans.
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A tasty morsel of truth
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Posted:Aug 27, 2019 4:18 pm
Last Updated:Sep 3, 2019 5:30 pm
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Each day, when I have the time, I go in and fix most recent postings - because, they end up corrupted by the bots that control this site. They typically remove words that can become numbers, , for example, and for some reason I have not yet figured - 'm'e' and 'm'y'. Ou't is another - the single quotes are there try prevent them being removed.
Now onto the good stuff, tasty morsels.
I think occasionally about all the oralness professed to here, and how real some of it is. Few talk about the big deals - women serving men because they feel it's expected, because they believe they need to do the demeaning in order to be loved. Sounds fucked up, but of course, it's heavily hammered into our society and is far too big and serious a topic to be done justice to here. Suffice it to say that people do some things that are pretty disgusting to be loved, or wanted. In some cases, they don't know what choice they have. And that's where I come into the picture.
I write with people in mind reaching o'ut t'o get what they want - men and women alike, women taking instead of being dished at like we see in so much porn. I write with the woman in mind who feels no shame in climbing on top of a man and bouncing up and down on him 'til she comes, then rolling over t.o read a good b.ook. I mean hell, it's been done for millennia by men, b'ut they roll over and fall asleep drooling.
I stopped watching porn for the most part because it sickens m'e t.o see bored women giving men blowjobs and then wincing when they cum on their faces. Just leaves a bad taste in o.ne's mouth... so speak.
I also get nauseous when I hear hig.h pitched, whiny women saying, 'Oh , give it t.o m.e baby' as this is not even deserving of cult praise for how cliched it is. 'Oooh , give that thick cock' coooed an average sized cock is just disappointing, though also poetic, a kind of jab at the dude with average dimensions deluded into thinking, or even caring about his dimensions at all. Size on.ly matters when a guy is a battering ram or a substitute for a large toy. Many women have attested to me that size on'ly matters if the guy sporting that zuke cares.
So where did I begin on rantuesday? Oh yes, with the rant about having go in and correct posts on a regular basis in a perpetual battle with eh ef ef and sfdr and their other companies whose dumber-than-a-porn-script bots keep removing words for fear I'll communicate with fans. Please!! Maybe it's time we go on strike and withhold payment they stop the bots so we don't have to piece together all the wonderful stories written here that sound like they were written by Venutions in their second week of ESL classes.
It's a fruity concept, but maybe with all the they make they could people need jobs somewhere go in and OK those literary nuggets that are not trying hide secretly encoded y (you read that like the Russians do) addresses in their posts. That last sentence was somewhat of a joke - we'll see if it makes it past the censors!
Don't hesitate a comment! Otherwise how can you correct opinions?!
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A night of deep Yucatan love
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Posted:Aug 25, 2019 9:46 pm
Last Updated:Oct 15, 2019 8:50 pm
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"Good-night" I said the sun as it sank beneath the horizon, through its bright sun-orange, blood orange, and the nightly miracle purple fade.
"Good night" I heard from behind , a woman's quiet voice from the direction of the pool bar. I wasn't sure the voice was for , but it was nice not be alone.
Turning head I saw her silhouette in deep gray shadow with an occasional flame reflection from her bare shoulder or thigh as she swayed the bosa-nova inflected, grooved background tunes. I'd been sunk in the sound, and appreciated her moving deep within it too, heightening enjoyment of this Caribbean dusk.
I had thought I was alone, but for an occasional hotel employee. The off season was quiet, a bit cool with the risk of hurricanes, just right for me. I turned again and saw her swaying closer, a tiny woman, faerie-like in a gossamer top with thin spaghetti straps and a gauzy wrap skirt. She emerged from the shadows and passed a torch that momentarily lit her in its light. Her skin shone, her hair a casual light mop, relaxed, not recently fussed over, bright eyes, and a long, elegant nose.
Still feet away, I decided not to gawk as she might not be performing for me. A moment later a chaise scraped the pool deck and she dropped herself into it an inch from mine, setting a stout cocktail glass on its broad arm. She faced the sea and sighed nodding to the tumbler. I picked it up and sipped, then feeling the warmth fill me, held it to the light for a better . It was a golden liquor with a sweet, but oily consistency. She reached for the glass and sipped too. I raised an eyebrow in question, and in answer she said, "ishtabentun". I later found that it's "Xtabentun", a liquor from the Yucatan made with honey and anise, not readily available elsewhere, an oil and potion and nectar in one.
We sat side by side for a time just looking at the blackening , the points of light becoming sharper and more frequent as our eyes adjusted and the sun eased the other side of the planet. "It's a shame we've become so civilized", she said after several minutes of silence.
Not knowing what say, I nodded. I'd had similar thoughts many times, but wasn't sure of her context, wasn't sure whether we were riding the wave.
"I was thinking earlier today of how we want so much, how we have longings, but have too many reasons not to achieve them. It's the hopelessness that does it, feeling stuck in a rats nest of rights and wrongs, misplaced aggressions, you know? It leaves us second guessing what was once instinctual."
I nodded in agreement, again, having had similar thoughts of own. I was enjoying her impulsive, brazen intrusion, and found no fault in it - she had good instincts, and seemed know or hope I'd not feel put upon.
As I was considering this, I woke from reverie her bumping chest with her ass move over. I complied and she lay down parallel , forcing us spoon, . I had little choice but curl around her or fall off the chaise. She smelled of woman and honey wine, salt sea and earth, and I didn't disguise the deep breath I took of her. Squirming slightly, I moved right arm her head, bicep her pillow, and left reached for the drink. I brought it her lips and she sipped, and sighed pressing, forcing our bodies curve even closer together. She turned her head toward , and said, "You don't mind, do you?" with a grin. I thought of all the piggish things I'd heard men say, and was glad I'd not fallen pray that kind of thinking.
"You"re a good judge of minds", I said, which she pressed even closer. She was pressing hard enough that I couldn't maintain the propriety of not getting hard against her, and I felt the crevice of her ass fitting insistently around hardening cock. thoughts started turning toward the dark thoughts of "hook-up" and the anxiety of mixed signals, and worry. I breathed in again, and breathed , exhaling the concerns and telling myself let nature take its course. She said, "that's better" of the blue, but by that point, I should have known how well she reads . I was now the river, flowing with her.
She took another sip, turned again and pressed her lips to mine, slipping her tongue past honey sweetened lips, sharing, kissing with the liquid she'd not yet swallowed between us, dribbling from the corners of our joined mouths. We kissed, shared, explored, and cleaned the sweetness from each other's cheeks, sighed and relaxed again, staring at the deep blue-black full of stars, sharing the gently pulsing music, the waves quietly cleaning the night, as .
We were not '' yet. I set the glass down and wrapped arms around her pull her tighter and closer, despite already being as close as we could get. She pushed her ass into and I pushed back, then moved hands her thighs and pulled, wanting merge like water into water. We were naturally melding into , her tiny body enclosed by mine, sinking into as I curled around her like a cocoon.
We were not moving, except each other's breathing and a slight sway of the music. She moved her hands her sides and pulled her wrap up around her waste, then reached for the left flap of robe and pulled it free dropping it over us both. We were even closer now. I felt her bare skin with left thigh, her warmth, her insistence, nearly naked against each other, shorts the barrier, and a moment later she had those neatly arranged around ankles. I felt her ass, pressing... pressing deeply as she clenched around and moved slowly and steadily with the music. She moved away let go, then returned sliding up chest just enough lower herself back onto , cock slipping into her with ease for all the slickness I found. She danced a moment with me an inch or so inside her, rotating her pelvis, then withdrew, sliding back down, this time maneuvering me between her ass cheeks again where I felt her insistently pressing cock her ass, then felt it begin slide in having just been well lubricated. She groaned deeply and exhaled, moving in minute circles the slow beat of the music, the pressure on, but taking great care. I didn"t want hurt her by being too eager, or to ruin the night that had barely begun.
She twisted and pushed slightly and I pushed back, another quarter inch in. I felt her blood pumping around cock, or was it blood pumping in cock, or both? I felt her relaxing, then pushing some more. option was resist and slowly slide another slight bit in. She gasped softly, again moaning deeply, and stopped moving, and kept breathing, relaxing, breathing before pushing yet further. She stayed there, with just inside her, and I felt her meditative pause, pulsing, getting there. She began easing , and again, slid up chest and lowered herself onto cock, her cunt so slippery and wet I could feel cool tendrils of her juice dripping from cock. She rotated around again, lubing up I now knew, before returning the goal. I easily slid that inch inside and with a steady pressure, she pushed another half inch onto and I felt the precipice, that point where once relaxed, I'd be in her clutch.
We continued become more deeply involved - the head of cock was now gripped tightly inside. arms were still on her thighs holding her tightly, and she reached for right hand and took it to press over her wet cunt. Her forefinger pressed on mine, pressing it inside followed by middle finger as she pulled hand upward, then back in. Pressing press her forced deeper inside and soon she was relaxing around cock. Ecstasy washed over us both, our breathing matched, our hearts beating hard and in sync. We were connected each other, clamped together, hand pulling her , fingers working in and , the friction on her clit causing her freeze, jerk, and moan regularly. She pushed hand into her, harder and harder we were completely merged, when she stopped with me buried inside.
We stopped and breathed as , I felt her ass clenching around , and her cunt pulsing around fingers. Soon she was pulling away, then returning, sliding off and on, and I was sliding in and of her front and back and she moaned and took in deep breaths with each motion matching our rhythm to the waves. We were both breathing deep and hard, and I was a bit light headed. We stopped again, and she gripped ass and pulled deep, while I held fingers, wet and slick, inside her, still, breathing deeply, gasping, relaxing, gasping again. This is when she started shiver, a slow quake at first, that grew deep inhalations, gasps and jerks. I held her tight. I pressed hard into her, buried deep, and came with her, riding her spasms with own. We slowly calmed, breathed easier, and lay together in our sticky, sweet, and sweaty cocoon inside robe. We fell asleep there, half an hour or so til we stirred.
Her na'me is Renata, and we've spent years now surprising each other like we did that first night.
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