Man-ual No. 2: How to Fuck me
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Posted:Feb 15, 2012 6:30 pm
Last Updated:Dec 7, 2013 5:34 am
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Lift yourself up, make some groans as your cockhead meets and greets my wet pussy, and make some thrusts. Don't thrust if you feel any kind of resistance. I've had men try fucking my clit or my perineum. If you feel any kind of resistance, that's not me! By now I'm sopping wet. I'm going to open for you. Everything about me, every part of my pussy, is encouraging you to enter. If you feel resistance, just slip and slide around a little. You will find the right spot.
One more thing to note -- nothing looks sillier than a man with his tongue between his lips, staring at the wall with furrowed brow as he tries to put his pecker in a woman hands free. If you really can't do it, then be gentle and subtle and slide your fingers down. Distract me with a kiss or a bite on the neck. Do try to be a man who can talk, walk and chew bubble gum at the same time.
You're in. Good. Because it feels so good now, baby. And you really love the way my tightness feels around you, you can't believe how good it feels. It was worth the wait! But you just want to get off now. I know. Don't just thrust and thrust and get off. That would be disappointing. This is about me, and I don't want to have to ask you to go down on me after you've cum. I will do that, to discipline you.
Move slowly at first. Stop to kiss me if it gets to be too much. Find your rhythm. I like rhythm. And I like it if it takes just a little while to get going. I want to enjoy you too. I want to clutch at your ass cheeks. I want to suck your nipples now, lick your neck, bite your shoulders, all in playful intention. But don't think you're going to impress me. Not now, okay? The things you had to do to get to this point were the things you had to do to impress me. And if your cock is thrusting inside me? You already did all the impressing things you ever needed to do.
Don't think if you're older than me that you can show me a thing or two. You can't, and if you think like that, I won't give you the chance. Tonight is about me, my domain, and my worth and value to you. I want to feel how hard you are inside me. I want to feel you riding the same waves of pleasure as I am. I'm not a booty call. I'm a real girl, the real thing.
Right now, I want to pretend you are totally into me. Wrapped up in the loving body beneath you. Your thoughts wound up in the flesh and the sensations only I am giving you. Maybe you're one of those wise guys that has to fantasize about someone else. Go ahead, I don't care, just NEVER tell me. Seriously. Let me feel like I'm the only woman you have ever known. Ever. The only woman who has ever made you feel this good.
I don’t like it when men say, oh this one time I did it this way, so let's try that! So you enjoyed sex in this particular position, room or place with another girl. And you want ME to be her now? K, bye! I will not be with a man who sees me as yet another girl. I must be THE ONLY GIRL at this exact moment. We were virgins before we got together. I don't want to think about you ever having anyone else. We can explore those kinds of things when we've got a full strong commitment between us. For now? Just let me believe I'm your princess, your queen, the only woman your cock has ever known.
You're moving faster now. I'm excited. I can feel you entering the very depths of me. With every thrust, you're seeking and finding a new part of my soul. That's what sex is like for me, when it's good. I feel exposed with every deep thrust. My whole world is suddenly alive and welcoming, like Heaven's gates. Keep going. I hate it when a man stops to brush hair out of his face, or mine, or wipe at his sweaty brow. Deal with it. Whatever it is, use your martial arts training, your skills, your full concentration to ignore it for later. Right now, focus on me, on us. And fuck me rhythmically, slowly speeding up. You can tell me how good it feels. I'm going to moan. I'm going to cry out too. And here's a good note -- I will tell you when I'm going to cum.
When I cum, then you cum. In that order, baby. You keep that dick hard inside me, you work MY body, until I get off. This is after all, the story of how to get ME off... I'm cumming. I'm thrashing around on the bed. Keep fucking me, don't stop now, baby. This feels so good. Me losing control like this is a GOOD thing. It means you are so good at what you do that I just can't help myself. This is me in the midst of passion. I'm lost in my ecstasy. No matter what you do right now, I'm not sure I'm responsible for paying attention to it. I am just laying here, my whole body electric and alive.
Now baby I need you to cum. And I need you to get off without me doing anything special. You can hold me close now. Keep fucking me. Move sideways, whatever you need. So fuck me, even if you fuck me hard.
We've cum. We've orgasmed. Now I want you to just lie here with me. Don't withdraw, even if your penis starts to slip out. I want to feel you inside me for as long as possible. It's truth that some of the reason for this is to keep your cum plugged up. But mostly, I just want this to continue, for just a little while longer.
That's how you fuck me, how you get me off. It's not just the physical. It's the respect, and the acknowledgment of my worth. I know what I'm worth.
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What a small Jakarta
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Posted:Aug 11, 2011 9:23 am
Last Updated:Dec 7, 2013 5:35 am
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I have told you that I have some group of friends. This story is about one group of friends, my fruit fly gank. In this group, lots of girls too beside my fruit friends.
Last nite I met with some friends, girls and boys. At some point, we talked about boys I dream to be my lovers. I had a date with a man here some years ago, let's say he is H. My two other girl friends admitted that they had a date with H.
One of them met him via other dating site, and the other one via this site. What a small Jakarta, eh? Ofcourse, I am the only one who get to fuck him. That's why I want him to be my lover dong...
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Woman's thing
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Posted:Jul 23, 2010 6:55 am
Last Updated:Feb 22, 2012 5:34 pm
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Hiya all... it's been so long I did not write another story for us. I had this inspiration to write after I had coffee with my long-time friend I met here in Local Adult Companion, Dave, and watched this tv series.
This tv show has a scene about hub who was surprised that his wife faked it occassionally when they made love. So he said to his sister that 'faking it' means cheating, lying. His sister explained that 'faking it' is not cheating or lying at all. It is an act of gift, act of generosity. We just don't want you feel bad. It is our way to say thank you for the effort, to say please come again soon, very soon, maybe it will be better next time...
'Faking it' was become our discussion in our coffee time. I told him that 'faking it' is woman thing. No men is able to fake his orgasm, whilst women, some women, ofcourse, is able to fake it. Dave blurted out that some men, he, especially, do the 'faking it' too, occassionally. The reason for him to 'faking it' is just he is bored or too tired, and he just want to finish the sex as soon as possible.
At that point I just said to him, 'how could you? faking it is our thing, woman's only thing. How could you steal that from us?'.
And bored for the reason of faking it? That is so lame, really lame.
Thank you for, again, read my rant here. Nevertheless it is funny in any way. Still, how could you? It is woman's thing...
Pout,
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To all My Friends with Love, BIG BIG Love
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Posted:Nov 28, 2009 7:07 am
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2013 7:13 am
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Holaaaaa...
I am sure by now you know that not only I am a sluttily funny fruit fly, also narcisistic  . For some reason, it fits me well, seriously.
A week ago, I just uploaded new pics in my profile. So... I want your honest sugar coated compliment/snark/comment for my new pictures here. And that applies to you my most beloved Tom. You know I always value your snark.
So my lovable friends, please give me your comments/compliment/snark. Please make my day sayangs... Thank you love...
Kisses,
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Cabbie and Nun
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Posted:Oct 8, 2009 12:28 am
Last Updated:Oct 18, 2012 9:32 pm
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I read this in someone's post and found this hillarious. I am sure you love this too.
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A cabbie picks up a Nun.
She gets into the cab, and notices that the VERY handsome cab driver won't stop staring at her. She asks him why he is staring.
He replies:
"I have a question to ask you but I don't want to offend you."
She answers,
"My , you cannot offend me. When you're as old as I am and have been a nun as long as I have, you get a chance to see and hear just about everything. I'm sure that there's nothing you could say or ask that I would find offensive."
"Well," the cabbie says, "I've always had a fantasy to have a nun kiss me."
She responds,
"Well, let's see what we can do about that:
#1, you have to be single and
#2, you must be Catholic."
The cab driver is very excited and says, "Yes, I'm single and Catholic!"
"OK" the nun says. "Pull into the next alley."
The nun fulfills his fantasy, with a kiss that would make a blush. But when they get back on the road, the cab driver starts crying.
"My dear ," says the nun, "why are you crying?"
"Forgive me but I've sinned. I lied and I must confess, I'm married and I'm Jewish."
The nun says, "That's OK. My name is Kevin and I'm going to a halloween party."
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In the Spirit of Independence Day (Indonesia and India)
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Posted:Aug 11, 2009 1:11 am
Last Updated:Jan 16, 2010 6:40 am
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I stumbled into this article by Nina M. and agree to her. I would love to share this to you. Here you are your dating bill of rights:
1. The right to ask him/her out:
Believe me, some men were relieved if we, the girl made the first move. Even some of them found it very sexy. So unless the guy/girl you’ve got eyes on is in a relationship or part of a celibate religious order, ask away!
2. The right to feel pre-date anxiety:
It is normal, especially if you have known him/her for some time or you like him/her. It’s all right to admit it too to him/her.
3. The right to have fun:
Go on activity-oriented date, instead of doing entirely talk-centric stuff that can make us feel scrutinized and squirmy or even struggle for conversation. Keep conversations light on topics like shared interests during the activity.
4. The right to dress comfortably:
You would look good and feel good in it. You’ll come off as confident–and be more naturally desirable.
5. The right to undivided attention:
If your date constantly checks email or takes cell phone calls or is so distracted by others in the room, that you feel ignored – end the date early and move on.
6. The right to kiss:
There’s no set timetable. Physical attraction is what makes dating different from other relationships. If you’re both feeling it, go for it! As things progress, be prepared for safe sex.
7. The right to follow-up:
It’s a courteous custom that nice people ascribe to. If you had an enjoyable time and would like to see this person again, get in touch, don’t play game, somebody’s got to follow up. Again, it’s sexy if we, the girl made the first move, provided that he is really into us. Trust your gut in this.
8. The right to cancel:
If you’re having a crappy day, feel a cold coming on or get slammed with a project at work, it’s perfectly reasonable to contact your date the day of your plans, explain your situation, and ask for a rain check. Be sure you call, not text him/her. However, canceling because something or someone better came along, is a total no no situation.
Hmmmmmmm... I know this is nothing new for you, and maybe you have another view to share, eh?
Wink,
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Here is the Thing
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Posted:Jul 21, 2009 2:50 am
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2013 7:22 am
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Maybe some of my friends here in this site, know that I am what you call a fruit fly. Fruit fly is another word for a fag hag, an ugly unsexy spinster who hangs out a lot with gays. For some reason, my fruit friends doesn't like the word fag, because I am beautiful, sexy (ok, am a bit exaggerated here  ) and a widow, so they look for a new name for me, fruit fly. Now we are all happy, but this is not all this blog about.
My fruit friends nationality is various. They are netherlands, americans, australians, italians, israelis, frenchs, india, and ofcourse most are indonesian. Just like me and my girlfriends, when we got together, we talk about books, movies, gossip and the most interesting subject is sex and men.
One night, after a party, we, me and my fruit friends, went to have an ice cream before heading home. I was a little bit light-headed. Like usual, we talked about our favorite subject, men, and that leads to 'cock' subject. I said to my friends that I love 'handsome cock' word, and if you translated into Indonesian, the words mean 'kontol ganteng' and for some reason, I love the word better n more. I told them that in Indonesian, it sounds sexy with the taste of sweet and dirty, good dirty, in the same time. They all agreed and we had a good laugh about it in the middle of a crowded cafe and I was sure everybody heard what we are talking about.
At other time, with my Indonesian girls, when I said the word kontol ganteng, their reaction was quite different. With them, I just realized that the word is quite bad, harsh and rude. Tom and Vinc is american and italian, so they can not feel what Indonesian feel about the word 'kontol'. Tom speaks Indonesian very well and has lived for 7 years in Indonesia. In our fruit groups, we speak Indonesian all the time, speaks english occassionally.
You might also see in my blogs and postings in the discussion groups that I claimed myself as a slut. For english spoken people, the word slut is consider bad, rude and harsh. But for me, it sounds sexy and not bad at all. I guess the reason is english is not my mother language. But, as far as that word 'kontol ganteng', I still feel it's not bad and rude at all, in fact it sounds sexy with a taste of sweet and dirty, good dirty, in the same time.
Blowing kisses,
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SOOOO Not My Kind of Guy
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Posted:Jul 15, 2009 9:41 pm
Last Updated:Dec 7, 2013 5:36 am
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A friend of mine introduced me to this guy, Pete. According to her, Pete is a polite nice guy. The first thing that comes into my mind hearing the word of 'polite' is how a polite guy would deal with a slut like me,  .
To make the story short, after some months later, Pete finally got the chance to have a chat with me in cyberworld. In the first few chat time (when you said few, means 2/3 times), our topic of chatting came to sex topic, and for some reason, that leads him to ask me how many men I have slept with from 2008 until now.
It's not shocking at all, the question, but I am curious as to what is the nature of Pete. So I honestly said a certain number to him and then ask Pete, what he thought of me knowing the number of men I slept with. He told me that such number is not a large number and am a bit promiscuous. And later indirectly, I catch it from his words to my friend, he also think such woman, sexwise, is not a respectable woman   .
Some days later, we had a chat again. This time he said that he likes me and may come to meet me. I told him point blank that I like him and want to be his friend, ofcourse we will meet when he come, but if he expect to go further than friend, it will not likely happen. What he said next is what really push my button. Usually I am a cool woman and never take things seriously except if I like the person A LOT LOT LOT or if I am very horny .
He said to me that maybe he was more nice than most I had, maybe I never had decent nice person, maybe never had close friendship for over a week. I am too polite and too Indonesian so what I just said is omigod, you were so cocky.
If I have to choose between Pete, the nice polite guy over some pervert guys out there or some guys who likes to say BS things to me, I would definitely choose those guys. Please don't get me wrong, Pete never made me feel bad about myself, because what he said is not important. It's just that something there in him, through his words, pushed my button of coolness so I reacted like this. And also I am sooo offended that he thought all those guys I slept with is not decent and nice. Puhleeeeeease.... excuse you... that is sooo not true.
I had my fun though practicing my guts and intuition in this cyberworld. And to you my pervert friends, T and Z, who always asked me whether I got fucked good last weekend or not, I love and adore you, keep asking me those . You know I am always happy to answer you, in any case am a slut and an exhibitionist.
Wink and blowing a kiss,
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Another thing to ponder
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Posted:Jul 6, 2009 12:41 am
Last Updated:Aug 16, 2009 7:55 am
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In my opinion, as highly intelligent and thoroughly educated bird as he is, he is too cerewet, indeed.
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The Defective Parrot
A guy is browsing in a pet shop and sees a parrot sitting on a little perch. It doesn't have any feet or legs. The guy says aloud, 'Jeesh, I wonder what happened to this parrot?'
The parrot says, 'I was born this way. I'm a defective parrot.'
'Holy crap,' the guy replies. 'You actually understood and answered me!'
'I got every word,' says the parrot. 'I happen to be a highly intelligent thoroughly educated bird.'
'Oh yeah?' the guy asks, 'Then answer this -- how do you hang onto your perch without any feet?'
'Well,' the parrot says, 'this is very embarrassing but since you asked, I wrap my weenie around this wooden bar like a little hook. You can't see it because of my feathers.'
'Wow,' says the guy. 'You really can understand and speak English can't you?'
'Actually, I speak both Spanish and English, and I can converse with reasonable competence on almost any topic: politics, religion, sports, physics, philosophy. I'm especially good at ornithology. You really ought to buy me.. I'd be a great companion.'
The guy looks at the $2000 price tag. 'Sorry, but I just can't afford that.'
'Pssssssst,' says the parrot, 'I'm defective, so the truth is, nobody wants me cause I don't have any feet. You can probably get me for $50; just make the guy an offer!'
The guy offers $50 and walks out with the parrot.
Weeks go by. The parrot is sensational. He has a great sense of humor, he's interesting, he's a great pal, he understands everything, he sympathizes, and he's insightful. The guy is delighted.
One day the guy comes home from work and the parrot goes, 'Psssssssssssst,' and motions him over with one wing.. 'I don't know if I should tell you this or not, but it's about your wife and the postman.'
'What are you talking about?' asks the guy.
'When the postman delivered the mail today, your wife greeted him at the door in a sheer black nightie.'
'WHAT?' the guy asks incredulously. 'THEN what happened?'
'Well, then the postman came into the house and lifted up her nightie and began petting her all over,' reported the parrot.
'NO!' he exclaims. 'And she let him?'
'Yes. Then he continued taking off the nightie, got down on his knees and began to kiss her all over...'
Then the frantic guy demands, 'THEN WHAT HAPPENED?'
'Damned if I know. I got a hard-on and fell off my perch!'
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Instruction for My Cinta
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Posted:May 28, 2009 11:09 pm
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2013 7:30 am
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I am sure you know I love you, which is why I feel comfortable doing this with you. I want you to tie me up, and do anything to restrain me. Tie my hands, and my legs to the bedposts, so that I can’t effectively move any part of my body. Start by just looking at my naked body, let your eyes linger where you want them to. The fact that you think I’m beautiful and sexy, although I am not that beautiful and sexy, makes me wet.
Next I want you to focus just on my skin. Run your hands down my body. Let your fingers linger, but not stop on the most sensitive parts of me: my neck, stomach, breasts, nipples, and calves. Just let me feel your hands graze down my ribcage, across my breasts, and down my waist. Now let me feel a little more. Gently scratch or graze my skin with your nails, kiss the softest parts of me, make me quiver.
Start to bite me. Bite me on my neck, hard. Don’t be afraid to hurt me, a little pain is a good thing. Run your tongue along my neck side, then down to shoulders, armpits, between my breasts, and let it flick across my stomach until you reach my hips, please give a little nible here and there also along the way. Leave soft, wet, lingering kisses on my hips, lick across my inner thighs, and down my legs. Touch and lick the back of my knees. Make me gasp, and moan. Don’t ignore any part of my body.
Now start to make me want you inside me. Rub your fingers, or your cock against sultryflower, by now I’m sure to be wet. Don’t penetrate yet, don’t touch my clit, just make me suffer. Bite, and kiss, and lick my neck, and my breasts while you rub yourself against me. With one hand, grab the hair at the back of my neck and force my head backwards, so you can restrain me, and kiss my throat more easily. If I have enough slack to move my hips, and thrust against your hard member, I will. But don’t let me have you yet. The longer you wait to push yourself inside me, the wilder I’ll get.
I’ll start to struggle, I want you, I want to free my body and jump on top of you, and force your hard cock inside me. I want it so bad I could scream. Hold my hands down to make sure I don’t get free. After your done torturing me, if you think I need it bad enough, thrust yourself inside me with one hard sure stroke.
Start thrusting inside me, slooowwwwleeeyyyy. Every backstroke pull yourself out to the tip, and when you thrust back push yourself deep inside me. As I start to get close to cumming, stop thrusting deep, and just pump the tip of your cock in and out of my wet hole. When I start to go wild, start to moan, start to cry out in frustration because I want to wrap my arms and legs around you, start pumping yourself into me hard, and fast. Whatever you do, DON’T STOP. Right before I’m about to cum, pull out, and don’t touch me for about 30 seconds. I’ll hate it, ofcourse, I’ll scream at you, I’ll curse at you, but this is the way I want it: to be completely at your mercy, for my pleasure to be totally dependent on your action.
Go down on me. Lick your way down my stomach, and lick past sultryflower to my inner thighs. Let your tongue play around sultryflower, licking to the left, and right, but not inside, not yet. Slide your hands under my ass and grope me. Lick up towards my clit, and when you get there, lick, and nibble, and suck. Don’t put your tongue inside me, make me wait and yearn for your dick. When you get me close to cumming, stop, and don’t touch me for a few seconds.
Now, fuck me. Thrust yourself inside me and fuck me hard and fast and deep. Grab me by the hips and pull out, and free my legs. Grab my ankles, and put my legs over your shoulders. Thrust into me as hard and as fast and as deep as you can. This is what I want from you.
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a thing to ponder
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Posted:May 14, 2009 8:14 pm
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2013 7:26 am
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Wonder where we could buy that. It can 'slam', hmmmmmm... sounds yum yum I
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Vodoo dildo
This guy is leaving town on business for a week and he's starting to get a little worried. You see, his wife is a nymphomaniac, and he knows that as soon as he leaves, she'll start to GET VERY HORNY and think to herself, "YOU'VE GOT TO GET SOME". So he goes to the adult toy shop to check out what they've got. And he notices there's an ornately carved wood box behind the counter. So he asks the salesman what it is, and the salesman says, "Oh...that's the voodoo dildo. Here...let me show you." So the salesman opens the box, and there, lying on a bed of red velvet is what looks like an ordinary vibrator. The salesman says, "Watch this! Voodo dildo-door!". The voodoo dildo rises from the box and flies across the room and begins banging like crazy against the keyhole! Before it can break the door down, the salesman says, "Voodoo dildo-box!" and the dildo soars back and gently lands in its box.
Well, needless to say, the guy HAS to have the voodoo dildo! At first the salesman refuses but after an hour of haggling and $1000, the man walks off with the magic dingus. He explains how it works to his wife, and kissing her goodbye, sets off on his trip. Now, she resists using it for two days, but finally, she starts to FEEL THE HORNINESS BUILDING INSIDE. She can't take it anymore, so she opens the box and says, "Voodoo dildo-my pussy!". The voodoo dildo slams into her and begins pumping her in every conceivable position and angle. She can't believe the power and precision; she's getting it with exactly the right strokes, exactly the right angles, exactly the right pressure and she starts to HAVE ORGASM AFTER THUNDERING ORGASM."
After two hours, she can't take it any more, but she can't pull the damn thing out! The harder she tries, the more it seems to change it's shape and adapt to her, to fill her exactly the way she needs to to drive her to WANT IT MORE AND MORE AND MORE WITHOUT STOPPING! She tries calling 911, but they don't believe her! So she decides to drive herself to the hospital. As she's headed down the road, she's moaning in pleasure and desire, because the dildo keeps making her HAVE UNBELIEVABLE ORGASMS. Because she's swerving all over the road, a motocycle cop pulls her over!! The cop wants to know if she's been drinking, and she says, "Officer...I wasn't drinking! It's all because of the voodoo-dildo!"
And the cop says, "Voodoo dildo, MY ASS!"
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MANual for Men
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Posted:May 1, 2009 1:25 am
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2013 7:33 am
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I got mail with the copy of this blog. I found this hillariouly true, and decided to put in my blog as manual for male members to this site, and ofcourse a manual for you who want to bed me.
Hope you enjoy and learn.
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Dear Men,
Look, I know you men have it difficult. Women are just about impossible to understand, much less please. In a post-feminist society, you never know exactly what you should be doing. Women are bloody picky, I know we are. It can be scary, too, when women freak out about what appear to be benign issues. And men who do their best to be respectful, female-positive humans, I salute you, I do.
But please, please just fuck me already. Honestly, I appreciate your thoughtfulness. I like that you want to take things slow. I can totally get behind the idea of emotional connection, but dearjesusinheaven, FUCK ME. We've done dinner and drinks. We've gone dancing. We've cuddled and watched a movie. I'm wearing a low cut shirt and you've been staring at my breasts all night. Goodgodalmighty, get to it and fuck me.
When we get hot and heavy, please take charge. Please, please fuck me. Trust me, I'm not going to just lie still - I'll get involved. But don't make me force your hand into my panties. That makes me feel like a . We've been kissing for a half hour and your hand keeps grazing my ass. That's nice, but it's time to move forward. Get on top of me. Don't make me get on top right out of the gate and start bobbing up and down on your cock like I'm practicing some crazy new aerobic yoga because YOU won't go down on me. Roll on top and start dry humping like a good boy should. Don't gently suck my nipples and then pull back when I moan with pleasure. You being coy is totally not what I want. It's not what WE want...
OK, I know it's scary. There are lots of women out there who make fucking really difficult. So, I have compiled some handy tips. Don't think of this as complaining, or as schadenfreude for the Andrea Dworkins of the world. Just some simple tips, for timid men who have forgotten what it means to fuck like men:
1. Taking charge is not bad. Oh, there will be some women who feel that you are pushy. If you are making out with a woman, and she starts to push back, ask nicely if things are moving too fast. If she says yes, say something like "I'm sorry - you just look so fucking delicious. I'll go slower." Otherwise, skillfully move forward. If you start kissing a woman, and she responds well, and before long, you're both on the floor with her skirt pushed up, and you on top of her, it's not the time to roll onto your back and start awkwardly stroking the top of her head. Seriously, grow a goddamn pair. YOU'RE the man. Act like one.
2. Ohmyfuckinggod, please learn to respect the clit. It's different for every woman, so ask what she likes. Do not, I repeat, do not just wiggle your fingers around her pussy like you're trying to tickle her. Do not drum your fingertips against her vulva like you are impatiently waiting at the Sears Tire Center for your receipt. Do not push the clit like it is a doorbell at some house that you need to get inside of. Start by using all four fingers with firm yet gentle pressure against the outside of her pussy... Do not charge in with a single finger and start jabbing at things. And if you really don't know what to do, ask her. Just ask. "How do you like it?".. It's a simple question, and most women will answer straight out. If she's being all coy, ask "Do you like pressure? Is it sensitive?" The clitoris is a varied item, indeed. Treat each one as though you have never encountered one before. Forget everything that your last partner liked.
3. Most women like to be fucked, and fucked well. Yes, there are women out there who want to "make love" every time - sweet, gentle, rocking love with lots of eye contact and loving kisses. Those women are not the majority. The majority like to be pounded. The majority like to have their hair pulled. The majority like a good, solid jackhammering. When a woman is bucking wildly against you, it's not because she wants you to pull back and slowly swirl your cock around her vagina like you're mixing a cake batter up there. It's because she wants you to hold down her arms, or grab her hips, or push her legs above her head, and fuck her harder. Don't be too afraid of what this means as far as gender equality goes - I am a raging feminist bitch, but I still want to be penetrated like you are planning on fucking my throat from the inside out.
4. A little roughness is nice. Do not pretend that you had no idea that some women like their hair pulled. Do not act shocked if she wants you to spank her ("Really? Spanking? Won't it hurt?" - yes, it does. That's the fucking point). We know you've read Stuff and Maxim, and that's all those laddie mags talk about in their "How to Please Her" sections. Start with light, full handed smacks to the area of her ass that she sits on. Judge her response and continue on from there. You don't have to bend her over one knee and tell her she's a naughty girl and that Daddy's going to punish her; save that for the fifth date. Women are less delicate than you think, so don't worry about breaking her hip.
5. It's OK for you to make noise. Otherwise, we feel like we are fucking a ninja. Unless you actually are a ninja, and have sneaked into our rooms with vibrating nanuchaku and zippered black pajamas, please, please make some noise. If you're banging a woman, and she's crying out and saying your name and moaning, and you can't even manage a grunt, she's going to feel like an idiot. You don't have to make the sounds she is making, but do SOMETHING... You know how when you are watching porn, and the girl does something great to the guy and the guy kind of goes "Ah!", half grunt, half yell? That's HOT. Do that. Whisper our name (assuming you know it) gruffly. Groan against her neck when you're in missionary position. You don't have to grunt like a mountain gorilla, but if you are totally mute, she's going to get worried.
6. Most women like dirty talk, in addition to the grunting. If you'd like to get some dirty talk going, ask her if she likes the way you fuck her. If she responds well, continue with something like, "I love fucking you. God, you look so fucking hot." Is she still moaning in response? "Your tits are so beautiful." Does that work? If she doesn't respond well to the term "tits", you might have to stop there. If she keeps moaning or responding, pass Go and collect $200. Try the following:
"Oh, god. Your pussy is SO tight."
"You're so wet - are you wet because you like the feel of my cock ramming you?"
"I think I'm going to come inside you. I'm going to fill up your little cunt." It doesn't matter that you're wearing a condom; we LOVE hearing this.
If all of those work, you can then progress to things like "sexy little bitch" and "dirty ". Tread carefully, but please, tread. Do not tiptoe. Do not sit down. Charge...
7. You're not obligated to eat a woman out. In return, she's not obligated to choke on your dick. Don't skip one and expect the other. If you do eat a woman out, the only comment you should make about her pussy is how nice it is. The length of her labia minora, the color of her interior, her waxing job or full bush - you are not John Madden. No time for color commentary.
8. Do not bitch about condoms. Oh, we hate them. Trust us. They hurt us more than they hurt you. But we don't want to be preggers, and you don't want to catch anything, right? Don't whine about condom sex. Do not explain that you can't come with one on. LEARN to come with one on, or if not, help us figure out what to do with you once we're satisfied and it's time for you to let loose your load.
9. We really like it when you come. It's called a money shot for a reason. Watching semen shoot out of you is one of the most gratifying things EVER. However, do not assume that she wants you to jack it off onto her face. She might, but don't assume. Seeing and/or feeling you come is rewarding for us, so there's no need to deprive us of it, but please do consult us before unleashing. "I think I'm going to come - how do you like it?" is a fair question that shouldn't rob you of your testicles.
In recent memory, I've been fucked by a very aggressive, manly guy, and I've been… well, fucked is the wrong term here, I've been penetrated by a total and utter wuss. Who am I going to run back to when I'm ready for my fill? Manly McHardon, that's who.
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I am dissapointed
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Posted:Mar 30, 2009 3:03 am
Last Updated:Oct 18, 2012 9:45 pm
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Liza and I have been friends for more than 15 years. Since both of us were uni student and single then got married then become widow. We both are compatible in our sluttiness, wildness, craziness and funniness.
After her sorrow divorce era, Liza has found another boyfriend. I am so happy for her. However, along with that, I discovered that she does not to like to hang out with me when I am single. I just found this discovery recently. I spent most of my adult life as being single. And I recalled that before I met my late hub, we rarely get together, except when her former hub wasn't around.
This discovery reminds me to one scene in 'the Sex and the City' film series. This scene talked about carrie's couple friend who never ask her to hang out together. In that movie, Carrie was in an opinion that either her girlfriend was intimidated by her singleness or jealous over her singleness or threatened by her singleness. ok la'... just like Carrie, I found out, after their divorce, that Liza's former hub, once had a crush on me for quite sometime, during their marriage. And my other girlfriend, Icha, her boyfriend shamelessly and jokingly flirted me, in front of her. But that's not my fault, right? And nothing happens between us, me and Liza's former hub or me and Icha's boyfriend up to now.
Liza is an independent, smart woman. She is more beautiful and sexy than me and has a very good carreer. And all those Carrie's opinion are all true. She was intimidated? jealous? threatened? by me? I am very dissapointed by that fact and feel like being single is like a crippled or a handicapped person. I had no idea that this thing could make me feel that way. And yes Liza, I am sad you feel that way about me. I am a good person and a good friend too. I
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