Little Minx at the Vu - An Interlude
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Posted:Oct 14, 2012 11:20 pm
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I went to the Vu with The Professor and Little Minx last night. My little minx looked so fucking hot in this black and deep pink mertallic ruffled top that hugged every curve and dipped so low and revealingly in the front and skin tight leopard print metallic pants with these so cute peep toe heels. Her face was done to sultry perfection and since the second I'd seen her that evening I'd wanted to kiss her. At the club I sat slight behind and to the side of her so her could have one arm around the back of her chair to stroke her arm and my right hand free to touch . I kept teasing her earlobe with little touches and breaths as we watched the dancers. I was also sneaking my hand up and stealing light squeezes and touches to her nipple, slowly - carfully, trying to be surreptitious until her breathing shallowed and I could feel her nipple harden when my hand brushed it.
Its not like we were hidden in a corner. We were at the front right side of the stage, at the first table behind the tip rail, clearly visible to anyone who looked over - including the dancers on the stage. Granted, it was dark and the lights of the stage were flashing but I'm sure quite a few people saw us. I know Professor had to have seen it based on comments he made later in the evening. When I felt little minx start to tremble I put my lips against her ear and asked her in a slow breathy whisper if she wanted to go to the lady's room and make out for a while. She nodded and fairly well flew up out of her chair, at which I couldn't help but chuckle. Even in a place like Deja Vu we're not overly public about these things - we laced fingfers together briefly as we made our way back towards the restooms, and I brushed my hand over her back once or twice.
Once in the lady's room we quickly ascertained that there was one other person in there, in the last stall, which happened to be the larger, accessible stall. With no choice but to wait it out we did what countless women have done in the past - we powdered our noses, fixed our hair and made small talk. No sooner had the other woman left when I slid up to sit on the counter with my legs open(thank the gods for sturdy counter tops) and reached out to pull her to me. I love how sooft and pliant her lips are when we first start kissing, and how she gives herself to me with complete abandon, eagerly kissing me back and taunting me with that facile tongue of hers. I love the way my clit twitches every time she bites my lower lip and suckles it, and how her breath hitches in when my hands cover her breasts and squeeze.
When we finally break away from each other we're both flushed and breathing heavy, and I can feel the heat and the wetness between my legs, can feel how swollen my clit is and wonder if hers is the same. Some tiny rational part of me thinks we should probably gather ourselves together and held back to our seats but then my wonderful temptress, my beautiful sucubus with eyes so full of sinful innocence opens her kiss swollen lips and says in that voice of hers,
"You know I shaved today - totally bald down there now. "
What could I do, I was undone and suddenly we were kissing again, hard, and I was walking her backwards into that accessible stall and my hands couldn't stop touching her as we kissed. I reached between her legs and graound my fingers against her pussy forcefully, feeling the heat and the damp there through the fabric of her clothes and I knew I had to feel it with my bare hand, needed to wet my fingers with her juices, so I pulled back from our kiss and commanded her - "Show me"
LIttle Minx immediately dropped her hands to the waistband of her pants and unbuttoned them, shimmying both them and her pale, lacy blue panties down. I had just enough presence of mind to grab her by the arms and swing her ninety degrees before I slammed her against the wall of the rest room stall(as opposed to the door), and if I hadn't been so eager to make her cum I might have grabbed her wrists abover head with one hand while I pleasured her. As it was I couldn't keep my lips from hers and our kissing was frantic now, gasping for breaths in between - her ragged intake when my hand reached down and finger slid along her labia and right up into her clit - and it was just as wet and swollen and throbbing as mine was and I began rubbing it fast, both back and forth and side to side, varying the pressure as I did. I watched her big expressive eyes go wide and she began to moan, swiftly clamping her hand over her mouth when I whispered 'shh'.
I had wanted to work my fingers deeper, slide them into her pussy and fuck her that way but within a few short minutes I felt her body go taut and begin to shudder as she came, and I leaned in to kiss her cheek and her neck, slowed my fingers and then stilled them and pulled them away only to start kissing her heavily one last time. She giggled and whispered and while she was pulling her pants back up I did manage to slip my finger into my moth and taste her sweetness. Then it was over and were washing our hands and righting our clothes and making our way back to our table. I wonder how much more fun it would have been if we could've somehow gotten the Professor in there, too. Wondered too if anyone besides him noticed our lengthy absence, and later found out indeed, one of the dancers has remarked to him about it while we were gone. The Professor, who of course knew what we went off to do, even if we didn't expressly tell him beforehand, said he'd been tempted to tell the lass that we'd snuck off to the lady's room for a romp but decided against it, not wanting to get into any potential trouble.
Alas that was all the play we had that evening. I've been reliving it over and over in my head, and thinking about how much my Little Minx turns me on and how much I just want both her and the Professor every time I see them and I can't wait until we all get to play again. Even just writing this has left me all wet and shivery, on the verge of climax and I think I'm going to go give myself just that. A few times, in fact, as I remember my wonderfully naughty little encounter.
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Good lays come to girls what can ask for what they want.
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Posted:May 14, 2012 3:38 am
Last Updated:Jul 3, 2018 5:41 pm
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Several months of dealing with mundane things had seen a lull in me, my sex drive reduced, though not gone altogether. The past few weeks however, has seen a marked increase in my sex drive, and a greatly renewed interest in continuing my sexual escapades. To that end I idly took up what I bemusedly call 'prowling', masturbating more often, and fantasizing on a regular basis.
I'd spent the weekend at a friend's house, and in the company of not a few lesbians. I love pussy, don't get me wrong, and after watching it happen I've realized that I want to sleep with a lesbian, and I never have. But as pleasant as that was, what my mind kept going back to time and again, what I found myself actually salivating for, aching to be filled by - was cock. Here I was surrounded by all these beautiful women, all this rich, sensual femininity, and what I wanted most in the world was not the soft ferocity of these women but the hard masculinity of the turgid penis, that Velvet steel throbbing inside me and hitting that spot deep inside my sex just so until every nerve ignites and my body clamps around that cock, making him fight to stay inside me as the force of my orgasm bears down and I erupt like Vesuvius around his member, my juices spilling out and down our legs. ... Like I said, I wanted cock.
Here we'll segue for a moment. Just over a year ago, not long after I'd moved back here to Illinois, I had a very fun encounter with a young man who fancied himself a regular William Blake. (Famous poet. Google it, learn something new.) He picked me up and we ducked onto an access road inside a corn field, wherein he quite nicely put me on the roof of said car and proceeded to drill me soundly(Apparently I have a thing for Marines. Who knew?) We only got together that one time, but it was such a good experience that I've used the memory of it several times when masturbating, always wishing I could have had him again.
Well tonight ladies and germs? That wish came true. An out of the blue message received - turns out he remembered the encounter fondly as well and wondered if I'd ever like to hook up again. It didn't take long before an address was given and then he was waiting on the porch with a hug and a smile when I arrived.
In his bedroom with the TV for shadowed light and some random music playing we smoked a bowl and chatted here and there. Funnily enough I think we were both a little nervous, but at some point while telling him I liked rough sex I told him to undress for me. He stood up and obliged, and I'm glad he wasn't looking at my face at that exact moment. My jaw dropped and my expression flashed from smoky to incredulous when I saw the tent in his boxers. He was every bit as big as I remembered him, and with an indrawn breath my surprise became delight so by the time He looked up as he shrugged out of his shirt I was smiling and beckoned him back to the bed. That was going to be such a good cock, and I wanted it - so I reached out and took it in hand.
I could tell he was pleasantly surprised - in our last encounter I'd been the flitting nervous bundle of submission, making him initiate everything and leading the dance. But here I was, ordering him to undress for me, boldly reaching out for his hardness, curling my fingers around it and happily stroking its length and girth. He asked me if I liked it and I only pointed at my neck and told him to kiss me there. A pleased gasp flew from my lips as he surged up and leaned over me to obey. Something happened the moment his lips touched my neck, some last nervous inhibition fell away and suddenly we were both frantic for the other one, our hands grasping feverishly at each other as we strained to get the last of our clothing off.
The hard silk cylinder of him in my hand again, squeezing and stroking, reveling in its sinewy length and girth and he with his face buried in my breasts, my clit zinging and throbbing with each suckle and bite he hungrily sought to please my whispered commands with. But I didn't want to cum yet and I pushed him back and let him guide my head down to the tip his dick, my tongue eagerly whisking out to flatten against the head before drew it between my lips and started to suck. I loved the way it felt in my mouth as he tangled his hand in my hair and worked it steadily deeper until he could gently, but with growing lust force push his cock down to the base and make me deep throat him. Since he didn't want to cum in my mouth he didn't mouth fuck me long, but I almost whimpered and wanted to keep going - it so rare to find a man who knows how to properly help his partner deep throat him, I was really enjoying it.
He very much wanted me to cum, though, and he growled a little in satisfaction when he slid his hand to my shaved pussy and found it so slick and wet with wanting him; he ground his palm down against my clit and shoved his fingers deep into my wet hole, fucking it hard and pounding against my clit with each thrust of his hand. I could hear the pleasure in his voice when my legs snapped together and my body tightened against his fingers, bucking upward as I came wet and gushing over his hand. I know he was murmuring and urging me on as he kept finger fucking me, but with each new orgasm I understood the actual words less and less. Finally I reached between my legs and closed my fingers around his wrist, stuttering out that I wanted his cock inside of me.
When he'd pulled his hand from my dripping cunt he ran it softly along my leg, up to my hip and then nudged me to roll over to my stomach. I turned to look over my shoulder at him kneeling above me and lifted my ass toward him just a bit, ordering him to smack it, smack it hard, make it sting baby, that's it - oh fuck yes, li-like that yeah. Somehow he seemed to know right when I was about to cum again and he stopped and hauled me up on my knees. I moaned and reached forward to grab hold of the edge of the mattress, insolently raising my ass and pushing back towards him, my face against the sheet, begging for his cock with my body and my whimpers. I know you want this dick deep in that wet pussy don't you sexy? That's right, push that cunt to me, work for my cock. I'm not trying to be gentle with you I know how you like it rough - oh fuck girl, unh. Your pussy's so fucking tight and wet, I love it, god damn.
There I was on my knees and my elbows, moaning and gasping as he fucked me hard and deep and fast. I told him I liked it rough and did he ever deliver. I don't know how many times I came, just that he didn't stop fucking me, or slapping my ass and yanking me back by the hair until he came to the edge of his own control and slipping that magnificent organ from my body he unloaded his orgasm across my back and stinging buttocks. After ward we both collapsed on the bed and slowly came down from our carnal heights.
Now here I am home once again, a constant aching wetness between my legs as I've sat here writing this. Make no mistake but that I'm taking my toys to bed with me, and coaxing another few orgasms from myself as I relive tonight's passionate activities. I think what makes it even better is the fact that we're both looking forward to the next time. He did mention role playing and there is still that fantasy I always wanted to fulfill...
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Sunny and Decatur.
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Posted:Jun 21, 2011 3:39 am
Last Updated:Oct 15, 2012 4:01 am
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This post is dedicated to Sunny and Decatur. You Sunny, for teaching me so much! and to you, Decatur, for being such a willing 'guinea pig', and a phenomenal sex partner!
You know, I always was a quick study. I saw Decatur tonight. He texted me from work, and I teased him mercilessly to get him to come to Spfld and fuck me - told him about my weekend, said I'd wear my sexy new panties for him. For over an hour I flirted with him in a way I really don't usually.
I met him on the porch with just a SHORT night short and panties on, with my glittery girly shoes. (So, while he was on his way I was in the bathroom doing my hair, and getting perfumed and such.) I barely said hello before he was kissing me, really kissing me hard - we sort of stumbled up the steps and to the door, lol. Shhh through the house, roommate's asleep, we've done this part before. I'd lit some incense in my room and turned on some sexy music... and left the light on. We tried a bit of small talk, between kisses and touches.. but I was the aggressor, too - asked him how he'd been, told him how much I'd missed is cock(while reaching down to stroke it), how I couldn't wait to taste it. He was kissing my neck when I said it, and I felt that wonderful stinging bite and suction, felt him groan against my throat as he did.
I moaned and pushed him back, nipping his bottom lip, and then I pulled my night gown up and over my head, and threw it behind us on the bed. He reached for my breasts and I spun around and ground my ass against his cock, asked him what he thought of my new panties. First he splayed his fingers on my ass, and then he smacked it and yanked my panties up between my wet, swollen lips while pushing me forward against the dresser. I reached up to squeeze my nipples and met his eyes in the mirror and the next thing I knew I was on my back on the bed and he was coming up over me, holding me down and kissing me roughly.
So I pushed him back. Raised myself up and put him on his back so I could stroke his cock and kiss him - my lead. I kissed and licked my way down his body, letting my tongue trail down over his left nipple. I loved the way he moaned. Lightly kissed the head of his hard cock, but didn't take it into my mouth. No, no, I took my time to lick and kiss my way down the top of the shaft, then back up the bottom before I took just the head into my mouth and sucked gently, cupping his balls as I did. He kept running his fingers through my hair and moaning, at times pushing me further onto his cock, but I kept control, and slowly, at my pace, I was able to deep throat him and hold him there for some seconds.
I must have done something right - because he took the lead back and put me on my back again. I immediately opened my legs for him and he reached down to tease my clit with the panties before he pulled them to the side and drove himself into me with a ragged breath. I told him how good his cock felt inside of me, how much my pussy had missed being filled with it, how I wanted him to make me cum. He fucked me so well - has learned right where my buttons are and how to push them, then hold them down until I explode. I watched his face as he fucked me, again, something I don't usually do.
At some point, as I was cumming and bucking against him, I pushed his cock out, and he slid it slowly into my ass. I breathed 'Gently, gently' and he slowed himself, making tiny thrusts until the pain subsided and he started to move more deeply. I reached up to take his arms so he could brace himself and begged him to fuck my ass the way he'd fucked my pussy. I gushed every time I came and I have never heard him be that vocal before. Not just telling me how good my pussy and ass felt, but the moans and sounds that he kept making. And always he was reaching for my breasts or cupping my cheeks, leaning down to kiss me.
Eventually he put me on my stomach and plowed himself into my ass again, fucking me hard and fast and deep until he came absolutely quaking in spasms.
Later, I walked him to the car, and I asked him if liked the panties. He said, "I loved the whole thing, the hair, the nails, the panties - you really kicked up the sexiness." I flashed him a coy grin and kissed him, thanked him for an amazing time.
And here I sit in the afterglow - still smiling, feeling sated and sexy and a little cock-sure, to choose an ironic phrase. Not the slightest embarrassed about the lights on or my blatant(if amateurish) attempt at seduction. I feel.. fantastic! And I have you to thank for being such a great teacher!
I have that lovely, deep soreness, two beautiful hickies, and a playmate who's very, very pleased with my new openness as testament both to your tutelage and my deliberate shedding of a few more barriers.
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Parsi
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Posted:Oct 10, 2010 5:59 pm
Last Updated:Jun 21, 2011 5:14 am
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Funny, I never found myself attracted to Middle Eastern men before I met Parsi. Now I want to have Persian all the time.  Guess what, Parsi - we've officially moved 'beyond' the car. Tonight wasn't perfect. You're on your way home, and I'm home alone. I could wish you were next to me, warm and soft and gentle, such a contrast to how fierce and hard and strong you can be. But tonight was everything I needed and wanted.
I have one question: Why wouldn't you let me touch myself while you were fucking me, Parsi? I kept reaching down to play with my clit and you kept pushing my hand away; I'm curious as to why. Didn't matter, I suppose - I lost track of how many times I came, and still you'd just keep on fucking me, proving your mastery of my body by not letting me push your cock out as I squirted. All the times we've had sex in and around your car, as intense as they were, can't hold a candle to how hard you made me cum tonight.
Don't get me started on the anal sex. I'm still reeling. No, its not the first time you've had your cock in my ass, and its not the first time you've made me cum that way - it is the first time I've *wanted* you to make me cum that way.
I could go on, and I will at some point, but my muscles ache in that 'just been really well fucked' way, and my cunt and ass are sore in the 'just been really well fucked' way, and all the endorphins have trickled out of my system, much like your cum trickled out of my ass earlier. So I'm going to go to sleep now, Parsi, and drift away to Persian melodies in my head...
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We went out Parkin', after sun down....
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Posted:Aug 13, 2010 8:27 am
Last Updated:May 7, 2024 11:8 am
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It was a toss up, as to what to call this young, handsome gentleman; either Luscious Lips, Or LL Cool J, because yeah... he's sexy like that. Tall, Dark, and Handsome, with a finely chiseled body and as I've stated, the most Luscious, full lips. We've been playing online tag for over a week now, and only finally in the last couple of days got to chatting. As always my first criteria is intelligence, and this he has. He's also sexy in the gamer way, and while we play different games,(why yes, I *do* play DnD, proudly, too.) there is still that gamer connection.
Well, we'd been chatting for a while last night, teasing each other with words, lamenting our individual situations. I suggested he drop by the laundry mat where I do my washing on Sunday, so we could chat and make out like teenagers. You know how you get when you're really attracted to someone, and there's that pent up wanting that seems to spawn urgency and you get to the point where you can't take it, you'll settle for ANY contact with that person, as long as its physical? Remember being a and being out late with a boy, or girl, or sneaking out of the house to go park somewhere dark and make out for an hour? Enough teasing. I never did any of those goin' parkin' things when I was a , but I have now.
Here came LL Cool J, swooping in all ninja stealthy to pick me up at 10:30 at night and go parking. He knew the area better than I did, so he found a nice tucked away place. I don't know what colour clothes he was wearing or what the interior of his car looked like. I didn't care about those things. What I cared about was being honest in telling him I was nervous. Besides, I prefer it when the other person sets things into motion, I'm old fashioned like that. And like a true gentleman, he did.
Moment 1: 'Just look at him, he's fucking gorgeous and he's going to ki-'
Moment 2: He lifted his hand up and cupped my cheek and I thought I would die with desire. There's something about that act that is so erotic and sensual for me; I'll never ask for it, but jesus I savor it when it happens. After that I was distracted by his lips, by how silky and soft they are and how firm they can be. The lad knows how to kiss.
Moment 3: 'Oh gods, I can't believe how much I'm enjoying this is that...I think he just gave me a hickey'... The moments blended together after that.
We must have been there an hour, kissing, touching - what is it where you masturbate each other - 3rd base? We got to third base and the whole time we were kissing and kissing, or he was, bless his intelligent heart, playing with my breasts - LL, did I tell you I came twice last night? Or that I love the way your lips felt on mine, and yes, I did do as I promised I would last night, when I went to bed? I'm already craving more, can't wait to get your shirt off so I can run my hands over those muscles...I do want you, LL - brains, lips, body, cock - I want the whole package. But I'll content myself with random acts of teenage snogging. Speaking of, still on for Sunday?
Yes, I have a small hickey. And thinking about last night has kept a grin on my face all morning.
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Beauty and the Priest(ROUGH DRAFT)
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Posted:Aug 11, 2010 8:21 am
Last Updated:Aug 13, 2010 5:41 am
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There's just on way to write about any single part of my weekend since they all meshed so much into each other. So this will be part porn, part personal observation, and part self analysis.
6.August. 2010
Sittin' on a train soon to be headed toward Sacramento, CA. I should've eaten something besides an english muffin at 6am. I am on my way to meet a real Scottish Knight(and Templar!), and his fiancee. I am nicely buzzed on Casey Jones, and as the train gets slowly underway, I find myself excited to be on another adventure. A real Scottish Knight! Who sounds not a little like Sean Connery! I can't wait to spend time with both of them - they seem such kindred spirits. Wish I was a bit more stoned, hah. More when we've left town and have picked up some speed.
5:17 pm. Lot harder to write this way, with the train moving the way it does. Wasn't expecting the rocking from side to side so much. Not long to go now, some small screaming in back - short stop before the next one. Hopefully this will be done soon. My back is killing me, Christ.
8.August. 2010
Just before 5 pm. Waiting for the return train. I am... tired - SO tired. Sore and achey, in that, 'been well fucked' kind of way. Dominus is right though, I don't keep very good count of how many times I cum. But in my defense that's kind of hard to keep track of when no sooner do you cum than he's driving into you again, grabbing me up off the bed where I'd fall forward and just impale me on his cock again.
Now I think I'm really spoiled when it comes to size. 8+ inches of pure Scottish cock. Holy Christ. I understand now when she says she has to give it away. One thing I do know is that I've been fucked 10 ways to Sunday and back again. Once I get settled on the train I'm going to take a vicodin, I think.
Didn't eat enough this weekend. Drank plenty of water, though. Quite frankly, I'll be interested to step on the scale at home and see how much I've lost because *I* can see it in my face and feel it in my clothes.( And as it turned out - I lost 10 pounds!) Next time I'll be better about food and hydrating...on the move now. Definitely need food.
Oh, but he's right. I do keep thinking about it and smiling like a damn fool. I had his cock in both hands and still had room to suck. Every muscle aches. My cunt feels strangely empty, hollow. Even my jaw hurts. That's a lot of cock - not that I'm complaining. I am however going to let myself nap for a bit...
10.August. 2010 - random thoughts now, no chronological order yet.
Strength. You'd never know it to look at him, but there is a surprising, steely strength to him. When he was pushing my mouth down over his cock or forcing my mouth against his nipple, I could feel what an immovable object he could be if so provoked. For all the heft I carry he could break me as easily as a twig if he really wanted to. Yet here he was, grabbing my hair in his fist and yanking my face to his for a kiss, or pulling me backwards, deeper onto his cock when we were fucking doggy style. There's a gentleness in that force that I don't think a lot of people understand. They'd just see a man grabbing a woman by her hair and forcing her to gag on his prick. They can't feel the freedom, the exhilaration in having that choice taken from me. They don't understand how without my intellectual and emotional permission he wouldn't be doing those things that look so wrong from the outside. Fuck them. They have no idea how much pleasure I get in being made to act, in being forced to do the things I'm always too shy or scared to do of my own volition. But I digress.
Those moments when he held my mouth so hard against his nipple - Domina was sucking his cock while he slowly rolled a lit cigarette back and forth along her back - bluish cast from the TV and thick smoke curling in the air; when I close my eyes I can still hear the sounds, I can still feel the texture of his skin on my tongue, can see the orange glow of the cigarette ember as he rolled it back and forth, so slowly and casually, but with such precision and control..
Every time I closed my fingers around his cock I was surprised by the girth. I remember the first time I saw it hard I wondered if it would fit or be too big. There were a few times when it did hurt - when he was slamming into me from behind and the head would ram against my cervix - I almost called the safe word once or twice, but got past it.
I find myself very physically attracted to Domina; more than once I had to keep myself from reaching out to touch her. I really want to kiss her. (Maybe I should look for a girlfriend.) Her laugh is... sardonic. Dark and witty and sarcastic and sultry and lilting and teasing and sexy...by the gods we were quoting 'Steel Magnolias' to each other and each aim to become 'Ouisa when we're old! There's very much a feeling of inferiority when I'm around her, though. ONly 3 years my elder, but w/ a wealth of experience, wisdom, and intelligence that far outweighs mine. Sometimes I want to spend time with just her; Other times I don't, fearing she'd find me lacking in some huge way. Yes, it is quite irrational, especially considering she let me fuck her fiance all weekend in front of her. But its borne of a lifetime of feeling inferior to any woman who was thinner and therefore prettier than I was. And she is both. But its also not her problem - my struggles with my own insecurities - so how do I spend time with her with being ambushed by decades old patterns of self defeating thoughts? And damn it, I'd really like to kiss her, just once. Definitely jealous of Dominus there.
When I first got off the train I saw Dominus but didn't recognize him until he called my name? I don't remember the exact words, just that it was the sound of his voice I recognized and turned to walk towards. I gave him the awkward 'we've just met in real life' hug and he graciously took my bag for me. I remember my exact thoughts, though. "Jesus, I could cum just hearing that voice!" This has multi-tiered repercussions for me, this voice thing. Long to short is I'm royal Scots-Irish by genetics with a very strong bond to my Celtic blood, so imagine me standing in front of a true Gael who sounded like James Bond. A kilt wearing Scots-man with a huge cock and a penchant for chubby geniuses.I was orgasmic on many tiers, as I said. I wish I'd asked him to say my Gaelic name for me, since I've never heard it pronounced. Of course, I would've asked him to say it while he was fucking me.
I can't give a day to day account of what happened because there was no sense of time. Once we got back from the train station time sort of ceased to exist, broken up not by hours so much as periods of wakefulness where we'd watch TV or hang out, or fuck senseless, and periods of naps, all under the umbrella of a seeming never ending supply of Sativa. We were barely dressed the entire weekend. We barely left the bed. It was complete hedonism. Complete debauchery. I remember thinking about DeSade off and on, especially when Dominus would smack my ass or slap my breasts.
He made me cum just by tormenting my nipples, and while they're starting to fade, the bruises still speak volumes on how roughly and fiercely I like them played with.
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Mr. Sexy Mexican(Rough Draft)
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Posted:Aug 11, 2010 8:20 am
Last Updated:Jul 3, 2018 5:43 pm
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So, here's what I wrote down the day after. It's not in chronological order, just literally me putting down still shot images from my head. More to follow, plus any updates and then working it into more of a narrative.
" (I wonder how often men realize they taste their own cock by kissing you after you've been giving him head. I wonder why I think that's so hot.)
Did a lot of things I'd always wanted to, some things I hadn't thought of doing, and a few things I didn't know i was capable of.
I dictated the terms, I called the shots. There was even a safe word in place in case I got uncomfortable. When I first got there I was the one night stand, the lover you escape your daily life into. Later, when I was comfortable with it, I became the fucking , there to be used and abused in all orifices, to be the vessel in which they spent themselves.
First, when I was just the lover, he would grab me to him, pull my hair; bit and kissed and licked his way up my body. And when he was fucking me from behind he pushed my face down into the pillow and covered me with his strong body as though he would consume me by fucking me.
The notion of notched bedposts can be a two-way street. I certainly feel like I've made a conquest - getting one sexy fucking Mexican and his friend to fuck the fat girl ten ways to Sunday AND make her think they wanted her just as much as any skinny bitch? *That took talent, took skill, took intelligence. You'd be proud , D---d, to see how well I lured him in and made him think it was his idea. I finally figured it out, how to use my genius to get what I want sexually, DESPITE being fat.
Sexy gave me one last, hard kiss before he went, and I felt indolent, and just like his latest conquest. There I was sitting on the bed, still naked, the comforter wrapped around me. And there was Sexy, dressed, preparing to go, smiling and putting his hand on the back of my head to pull me towards his kiss. Can almost see myself through his eyes, 'one more down, one to the next'....and I liked it.
he said he'd love to get together again to fuck, but that may be something he tells all his girls.
Because he was so conscientious and gentle about it, I didn't put a stop to the unexpected anal sex. He rubbed my back and whispered soothingly to me as he pushed his cock into my ass, and his friend reached up to cup my face and whisper to me to relax and let Sexy in. IN fact once the initial pain was over and Sexy had spent some time moving slowly and gently, I began to like it, to the point that I would whimper when a cock left my ass at all the rest of the night. Liked it so much I begged Sexy not to stop fucking my ass.
Everything was so frenzied and fierce I never had time to register the feel of his tongue on my clit, or in my cunt, and I wish I had...
Later, I went into the bathroom and flicked on the light, and the evidence of what I'd just spent 6 hours doing was all over the place. Littered on the counter, the floor, were several open, empty condoms packets, their former(and now used) contents unabashedly laying in the wastebasket. All those condoms, all that sex - it was almost arrogant the way they lay there, as if to tell the poor maid who came in to clean, "Yeah, it was THAT good." I felt proud. I felt smug. *I* was the happy cause of so much blatant, hedonistic sex. It was my rubber they'd been penetrating with their rubber-clad cocks, over, and over again. "
(random written side notes: pushing me down on the bed, me undressing him, wanting to see his body, to touch him...running my hands over his skin, and how he groaned when I bit and flicked his nipples. God he had a great body - built, but not all angles and ridges - solid. took great enjoyment in kissing and licking his skin)
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Name, Rank, Serial Number...
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Posted:Aug 11, 2010 8:19 am
Last Updated:Nov 19, 2011 10:14 am
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1.) Whitey. 59 WM. Well hung. Mutual masturbation and oral sex - tit shot. Worth noting: He knew how to play with nipples like nobody's business. He also came twice inside two hours.
2.) Mr. SexyMexican. 35. Gorgeous face, dead sexy body, absolutely the best kisser I've ever had. Must have done something right - he wants to see me again and it's been less than a week. (Wonder if he liked it when I let him invite a friend in for some DP action?)
3.) The Lord and the Maiden. 40 WM. Sinewy, kinky IT guy. Knows how to use his mind. And his fingers. And his tongue.. caused me to female ejaculate 3 times in 20 minutes.
4.) Beauty and the Priest. Couple. Dominus and Domnina. Her - buxom, beautiful, intelligent, sultry voice. Him - Scottish, handsome, Hung, Intelligent, Scottish; and they're both into fat, submissive, genius girls. :: swoons:: Oh, and he's fucking SCOTTISH! :: gush::
POSSIBLES
CEO. 37 WM. Lives in San Diego. Currently planning a 'business' trip to San Jose to show a certain chubby genius the meaning of the phrase oral ecstacy.
Dr. Who. 40. WM. He's a NEUROLOGIST! A SCOTTISH Neurologist. HE sought me out. First tentative e-mails exchanged. I want him, but feel FAR out of my league given current living/financial/teeth situation.
Updated 2. August. 2010
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BBW: fat sex in the age of anorexia
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Posted:Aug 11, 2010 8:10 am
Last Updated:Jul 9, 2014 11:56 am
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I am 32. 5' 6", 289 pounds. I have brown hair and hazel eyes. I have a hanging belly, back fat, and a turkey waddle. You got it. I'm fat. Not your hourglass -boobs and butt but nothing in the middle- fat. Truly fat. I am the epitome of a Big, Beautiful woman, but I do NOT meet the stereotypical(Ask me how surprised *I* was to learn there are fat girl stereo types?!) figure I've already described.
I also happen to be a damn genius. I've got a mind like a steel trap; my entire existence is focused on learning, on having new experiences, good, bad..so long as its NEW. I'm so smart it's scary. My ability to take in what I see around me and find the hidden truths is uncanny. I do not try to hide my intelligence, or seek to 'dumb' down for the sake of a friendship or a lover. And I analyze... everything. Sometimes I think with a PDR and a DSM I could be just as good as any shrink. I am just as good. I'm better.
And lately I am begun a quest. Every light has its dark, every genius is crazy in equal measure to their genius, yadda, we all know it, blah. I've spent my entire sexual life living in the crazy. All this intelligence, all this knowledge of Human nature... and I've been too ashamed of my body to even HAVE a sexual life. Well, fuck that. Fuck it all to fucking hell. I want to get laid. Pounded, slammed, jackhammered; I want dirty and clean and rough and gentle, hard and soft, and man and woman and both(Still looking for the right MM couple to let me play with them).
How to do that, though? How to go about having all the sexual experiences I've always wanted... and still be fat? More so, how would my fantasies compare to the real encounters?
And the first one was 'Whitey' for that he wore tighty whities.
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