She scooted into me, butt against my crotch, and flipped the remote to turn on the movie. Just a quiet evening to relax, something we both needed to hide from the world for a bit.
About ten minutes in, she started feeling my slowly-growing cock get busy on the pressure pushing into it. Ever so subtly, she moved once in a while to make me aware that she wanted to offer something. Thank God... I reached around and slid my hand inside her thong front to feel that huge clit of hers, always crying out for attention, wet and slick and ready.
Slowly I rubbed it in circles. Around it. Up and down on it. Making imaginary figures and letters on it. And it constantly recharged her, juice flowing freely now. I scooped up in her and quietly offered my fingers, which she eagerly accepted. One finger at a time, sucking...licking...nibbling. Again I went back down, all the while the movie going forward. I can't even remember what we were watching.
I moved faster on her clit. She moaned, a trait I heartily admire in sex...show me you are enjoying it. When I heard it, I shifted into gear, really fanning her pussy with my entire hand. Her legs stayed apart and began to abruptly jerk...She was a wonder when you watched her cum...flailing, noisily grunting at the top of her voice, yelling "Fuckfuckfuckfuck!" I kept her cumming for a good five minutes; it was easy to do with her. Near the end, I started slapping her pussy. Hard. And this put her over the top. Five, ten, twenty slaps on her clit made her cum silently, frozen in the spasm, orgasming for me, her eyes locked in place and looking up at the ceiling. A slow stream of juice came out of her cunt and onto the leather couch, smooth and hot and lickable right off the damned seat if I'd wanted. She loved me being in charge, and I was. I always am. Because we both want it that way.
And fuck, this was a naturally submissive and sexy woman.
Finally I eased up and she gently came back home, relaxing a little of her body at a time. Bit by bit. Her pelvis...her thighs...her curled toes finding some peace. She turned and kissed me. I held her quietly.
Then it was my turn...:)
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
For A Friend -- Does It Apply To You As Well?
We cannot stop moving forward; it's just as much a part of living as breathing. In every realm of life, too... Yes, it's a day at a time, sometimes even an hour at a time. But it keeps going. We make our mistakes, we learn from them...then we pick our asses up out of bed and resume. I have fallen down so much, I have callouses on my butt. But...
I know thankfully that I can get up in the morning and start over. EVERY DAY is a new version of starting over. It's where our spirits lie...in the beginning. And moving toward what's down the road.
This is how we take care of ourselves. First and foremost. Only then can we see the kind of person we are becoming. And that's how we are good to the others in our lives as well....
In my humble opinion...:)
I know thankfully that I can get up in the morning and start over. EVERY DAY is a new version of starting over. It's where our spirits lie...in the beginning. And moving toward what's down the road.
This is how we take care of ourselves. First and foremost. Only then can we see the kind of person we are becoming. And that's how we are good to the others in our lives as well....
In my humble opinion...:)
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
My Own Sexual Record
I wrote an original list a couple of years, so I can now update. It crossed my mind about how varied my own sex life has been....lots of fun. What have you done in your intimate life that others may not have done?
1. I've had a threesome. More than once. Both FMF and MMF.
2. Masturbation while driving my car...more of a challenge than I thought.
3. Lots of phone sex...three-way phone sex, too.
4. Twice with cousins...yes, my cousins.
5. A mother and a daughter within a week of each other.
6. Three sisters at different times...not mine...THEY were sisters....oh, hell, you know what I mean.
7. Sex on the hood of my car...in a car...on the trunk of a car.
8. At a beach.
9. Getting off with a woman during a YES concert.
10. ...in a library...
11. ...in a van at a race track...with an audience...
12. ...in her parents' bed...with her parents downstairs.
13. A couple of visits to a swingers' club...and I'd love to do it again.
14. Two experiences with men, with limitations. Both times, women were watching. Got through them fairly unscathed.
15. In a gazebo.
16. Lots of hotels.
17. In the shower. The bathroom.
18. An empty parking lot under a light.
19. In my backyard.
20. On a boat.
21. At the west wall of the Grand Canyon. That was fascinating.
22. In her office.
23. I lost my virginity at 14 in the hay loft of a barn. With one of those cousins. It was quite Appalachian.
24. In the front yard of a frat house during rush. Woke up with my hand inside her top at 5:00 AM.
25. I orgasmed once on her face in a Marshall Field's dressing room, because she wanted it.
26. In the elevator of the Sears Tower on the way down. We were alone and went 62 floors until we stopped. She actually came first...I had to wait until we got out of the building.
27. In a church basement.
28. Virtual sex.
29. With a girlfriend while her best friend was listening on the phone...And then about a month later, they returned the favor...with me on the phone.
30. My first flogging experience at a demonstration. I volunteered...I was hooked. She masturbated as I flogged her. WOW.
31. In the window of my apartment, fucking her as we both showed the world.
32. Being jerked off on a Greyhound bus.
33. In my window, while she was across the way in her window. Four floors up. We watched each other in the warm morning sun.
Hey...I AM a middle-aged man, so I should have a fairly long list...:) Your turn.
1. I've had a threesome. More than once. Both FMF and MMF.
2. Masturbation while driving my car...more of a challenge than I thought.
3. Lots of phone sex...three-way phone sex, too.
4. Twice with cousins...yes, my cousins.
5. A mother and a daughter within a week of each other.
6. Three sisters at different times...not mine...THEY were sisters....oh, hell, you know what I mean.
7. Sex on the hood of my car...in a car...on the trunk of a car.
8. At a beach.
9. Getting off with a woman during a YES concert.
10. ...in a library...
11. ...in a van at a race track...with an audience...
12. ...in her parents' bed...with her parents downstairs.
13. A couple of visits to a swingers' club...and I'd love to do it again.
14. Two experiences with men, with limitations. Both times, women were watching. Got through them fairly unscathed.
15. In a gazebo.
16. Lots of hotels.
17. In the shower. The bathroom.
18. An empty parking lot under a light.
19. In my backyard.
20. On a boat.
21. At the west wall of the Grand Canyon. That was fascinating.
22. In her office.
23. I lost my virginity at 14 in the hay loft of a barn. With one of those cousins. It was quite Appalachian.
24. In the front yard of a frat house during rush. Woke up with my hand inside her top at 5:00 AM.
25. I orgasmed once on her face in a Marshall Field's dressing room, because she wanted it.
26. In the elevator of the Sears Tower on the way down. We were alone and went 62 floors until we stopped. She actually came first...I had to wait until we got out of the building.
27. In a church basement.
28. Virtual sex.
29. With a girlfriend while her best friend was listening on the phone...And then about a month later, they returned the favor...with me on the phone.
30. My first flogging experience at a demonstration. I volunteered...I was hooked. She masturbated as I flogged her. WOW.
31. In the window of my apartment, fucking her as we both showed the world.
32. Being jerked off on a Greyhound bus.
33. In my window, while she was across the way in her window. Four floors up. We watched each other in the warm morning sun.
Hey...I AM a middle-aged man, so I should have a fairly long list...:) Your turn.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Wear Her Down -- Get It All Out Of You!
SSSSLLLLAAAAAAPPPP!!!
"NOW are you going to listen?" "Yes, Sir."
So I finally got her attention. This night was going to be good for her, and for me. My cock is already screaming at me to shove it somewhere, so I inevitably yank her head back by her hair...she loves that, even with the little squeal that always happens. I take my cock and shoved it roughly into her mouth, which she also loves a lot. I fuck it. All controlling in my hands, using her hair for the tempo, using her mouth as the guide. And using her sex as a toy this morning.
In time I increase the pace, because I dearly love hitting the back of her throat with my dick. And yes, she does gag. I stop long enough when this happens to let it escape and allow her to breathe again. Then I start over, this time at a faster clip. Fucking her head firmly, solidly. She gags once more...I stop. We start again. And again...faster and more purposeful. She gags on me four times. Each time I start over and fuck her mouth faster, stronger, more physically, more strength in my thrusts, more hair in my hands.
By now, it's a blur and I'm sweating. Her teeth begins to graze the base of my cock, and I can actually see the marks. It pisses me off a bit, but it also offers more of an intensity that I don't anticipate. I'm fucking her as hard, as fast, as lustfully as I can, and no more breaks. She gags incessantly but finds a way to deal. I've not gotten any 'safe' indication, so I go for it.
Her fuckmouth is tight. I'm breathing hard now, but I have to get to that cum. Harder. Harder. HARDER. FASTER. GIVE ME THAT CUM, YOU FUCKING SLUT. GIVE IT TO ME....GIVE IT TO ME...FUCK ME...FUCK ME...FUCK ME...FUCK ME...FUCK ME...FUCK.....
FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!!
________________________
We both collapse in a heap on the bed. She breathes hard and deeply. She has a faint smile and reaches for my hand...She is such a good girl. And she knows. She is filled with the feeling that all she has to do is to give me what I want, when I want it. And her own orgasmic moments are doubled. Such is the dynamic we have.
As long as you give me what I want, baby, you have no limits for yourself. And these days, I am more comfortable in those moments when the beast comes out.
"NOW are you going to listen?" "Yes, Sir."
So I finally got her attention. This night was going to be good for her, and for me. My cock is already screaming at me to shove it somewhere, so I inevitably yank her head back by her hair...she loves that, even with the little squeal that always happens. I take my cock and shoved it roughly into her mouth, which she also loves a lot. I fuck it. All controlling in my hands, using her hair for the tempo, using her mouth as the guide. And using her sex as a toy this morning.
In time I increase the pace, because I dearly love hitting the back of her throat with my dick. And yes, she does gag. I stop long enough when this happens to let it escape and allow her to breathe again. Then I start over, this time at a faster clip. Fucking her head firmly, solidly. She gags once more...I stop. We start again. And again...faster and more purposeful. She gags on me four times. Each time I start over and fuck her mouth faster, stronger, more physically, more strength in my thrusts, more hair in my hands.
By now, it's a blur and I'm sweating. Her teeth begins to graze the base of my cock, and I can actually see the marks. It pisses me off a bit, but it also offers more of an intensity that I don't anticipate. I'm fucking her as hard, as fast, as lustfully as I can, and no more breaks. She gags incessantly but finds a way to deal. I've not gotten any 'safe' indication, so I go for it.
Her fuckmouth is tight. I'm breathing hard now, but I have to get to that cum. Harder. Harder. HARDER. FASTER. GIVE ME THAT CUM, YOU FUCKING SLUT. GIVE IT TO ME....GIVE IT TO ME...FUCK ME...FUCK ME...FUCK ME...FUCK ME...FUCK ME...FUCK.....
FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!!
________________________
We both collapse in a heap on the bed. She breathes hard and deeply. She has a faint smile and reaches for my hand...She is such a good girl. And she knows. She is filled with the feeling that all she has to do is to give me what I want, when I want it. And her own orgasmic moments are doubled. Such is the dynamic we have.
As long as you give me what I want, baby, you have no limits for yourself. And these days, I am more comfortable in those moments when the beast comes out.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Group Post: I Got Fucked
She was a pretty girl. I’ll call her Red…Auburn hair, short and strong body, soft-spoken and sexy. I watched her dance all evening, because I had been so totally taken by her. My intuitive nature told me that there was an innocence here with this girl that you normally would not find in a dancer at a strip club.
Ironically, the song playing was B.B. King’s version of “Sweet Sixteen”. Every time a guitar riff came up she would undulate her stomach and pull her costume bottoms up into her pussy, showing it shaven and hot. I stayed at that table for over three hours, either with buddies or by myself. I could not take my eyes off her. One time, she took my cowboy hat, stuffed her tits inside it and shimmied for the customers. Finally getting my courage up, I asked my waitress if she would tell Red that someone would like to buy her a drink. Eventually she came over. She was surprisingly nervous, as she sat down. I discovered that this was her third night on the job…that she was barely eighteen…and that I was the first customer to ask her to sit. It was so obvious that she was a virgin in this atmosphere and was desperately looking for any kindness that she could find.
Red was also new at solicitation and said that her boss was watching. She looked up at the bar, where three men were sitting with their beers. “The one in the middle” she said of the man who looked like the owner from the old movie “Porky’s”. Following her crude instruction, she said with glassy eyes “What’s your pleasure?” I knew what she was asking, of course, and I felt sorry for the kid, I really did. I was nearly 30, separated from my wife and still not at my divorce yet. Hadn’t been with a woman for quite a while. Something about this girl, however, tugged at me. So I said to her “Where can we go?” She signaled to the waitress, who brought over a key. She hesitantly took my hand, and we went through the door near the bar, so her boss would see her doing her job.
We got into the room, a crude one with a single bed, a nightstand with a light, a clock and some towels. As we both sat on the bed, Red took her top off and recited what she’d been taught to say. “Handjob is $20. Blowjob is $50. Fucking is $100. What’s your pleasure?” She was shaking. Scared. I asked her “How long have you been doing this?” “Long enough”, she said in trying to hide her inexperience. Softly I said “Honey…how long?” Impulsively she grabbed her top and put it over her breasts. “This is my first week.” Slowly as we spoke, her eyes filled with soft tears.
“Okay…why here?”
“I can’t find a job. I can’t even get a restaurant job.” She put her head down. “I need the job; I don’t have anything else.”
“Where you from?”
“I live here in Bloomington.”
“So you just graduated, is that it?”
“No. Had to leave last semester – my mom was sick.”
“You need one more semester?”
“Yes.” She put her head down into her hands, whispering “I’m so tired. So tired…”
So we talked. We talked for about a half-hour. I discovered that I was literally her second customer of this sort on the job. I made suggestions to her about what she could do, about how to make the road a little easier until her mother could get back on her feet…her mother had lost a breast to cancer. I talked her into going back to the counselor at school and asking her what she could do. It really helped her for someone to listen, it seemed. Her spirits raised a bit. And I said “Don’t worry. I’m not gonna do anything to you.”
Red then kicked her legs over mine, and I gently laid my hands on them. She put her arms around my neck and we kissed. Passionately. It was as if she was thanking me for being nice to her. She then got off me and began to gather herself. I stood up and reached into my wallet, giving her a twenty.
“Tell them it was a really hot handjob, and you hope I wasn’t too noisy.”
She said thank you. We both laughed and hugged, and that was that. I saw her only once more after that, and that was in a grocery store. I discovered her name was Michelle, and that she did, indeed, go back to school.
I would love to say I got fucked…but somehow this was just fine...
_________________
And don't forget the rest of us:
Petal (http://secretlifeofaslummymummy.blogspot.com/)
Adulterous Letch (http://a6y.blogspot.com)
Britni (http://britisshameless.com)
Autumn http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com
they belong to us (http://theybelongtous.wordpress.com)
Hubman (http://hubmanshangout.com/)
Veronica (http://anothersuburbanmom.blogspot.com)
Topaz (http://topaz-gemology.blogspot.com)
Dreamwalker (http://dreamwalker.com)
Gray (Http://www.mygrayline.blogspot.com)
Bri (http://theunequivocalme.blogspot.com)
Spring Flower (http://agirlsgottahaveoptions.blogspot.com/)
Choc'ladee (http://thekinkchronicles.blogspot.com
Kimberly (http://yourerrantwife@blogspot.com)
Ironically, the song playing was B.B. King’s version of “Sweet Sixteen”. Every time a guitar riff came up she would undulate her stomach and pull her costume bottoms up into her pussy, showing it shaven and hot. I stayed at that table for over three hours, either with buddies or by myself. I could not take my eyes off her. One time, she took my cowboy hat, stuffed her tits inside it and shimmied for the customers. Finally getting my courage up, I asked my waitress if she would tell Red that someone would like to buy her a drink. Eventually she came over. She was surprisingly nervous, as she sat down. I discovered that this was her third night on the job…that she was barely eighteen…and that I was the first customer to ask her to sit. It was so obvious that she was a virgin in this atmosphere and was desperately looking for any kindness that she could find.
Red was also new at solicitation and said that her boss was watching. She looked up at the bar, where three men were sitting with their beers. “The one in the middle” she said of the man who looked like the owner from the old movie “Porky’s”. Following her crude instruction, she said with glassy eyes “What’s your pleasure?” I knew what she was asking, of course, and I felt sorry for the kid, I really did. I was nearly 30, separated from my wife and still not at my divorce yet. Hadn’t been with a woman for quite a while. Something about this girl, however, tugged at me. So I said to her “Where can we go?” She signaled to the waitress, who brought over a key. She hesitantly took my hand, and we went through the door near the bar, so her boss would see her doing her job.
We got into the room, a crude one with a single bed, a nightstand with a light, a clock and some towels. As we both sat on the bed, Red took her top off and recited what she’d been taught to say. “Handjob is $20. Blowjob is $50. Fucking is $100. What’s your pleasure?” She was shaking. Scared. I asked her “How long have you been doing this?” “Long enough”, she said in trying to hide her inexperience. Softly I said “Honey…how long?” Impulsively she grabbed her top and put it over her breasts. “This is my first week.” Slowly as we spoke, her eyes filled with soft tears.
“Okay…why here?”
“I can’t find a job. I can’t even get a restaurant job.” She put her head down. “I need the job; I don’t have anything else.”
“Where you from?”
“I live here in Bloomington.”
“So you just graduated, is that it?”
“No. Had to leave last semester – my mom was sick.”
“You need one more semester?”
“Yes.” She put her head down into her hands, whispering “I’m so tired. So tired…”
So we talked. We talked for about a half-hour. I discovered that I was literally her second customer of this sort on the job. I made suggestions to her about what she could do, about how to make the road a little easier until her mother could get back on her feet…her mother had lost a breast to cancer. I talked her into going back to the counselor at school and asking her what she could do. It really helped her for someone to listen, it seemed. Her spirits raised a bit. And I said “Don’t worry. I’m not gonna do anything to you.”
Red then kicked her legs over mine, and I gently laid my hands on them. She put her arms around my neck and we kissed. Passionately. It was as if she was thanking me for being nice to her. She then got off me and began to gather herself. I stood up and reached into my wallet, giving her a twenty.
“Tell them it was a really hot handjob, and you hope I wasn’t too noisy.”
She said thank you. We both laughed and hugged, and that was that. I saw her only once more after that, and that was in a grocery store. I discovered her name was Michelle, and that she did, indeed, go back to school.
I would love to say I got fucked…but somehow this was just fine...
_________________
And don't forget the rest of us:
Petal (http://secretlifeofaslummymummy.blogspot.com/)
Adulterous Letch (http://a6y.blogspot.com)
Britni (http://britisshameless.com)
Autumn http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com
they belong to us (http://theybelongtous.wordpress.com)
Hubman (http://hubmanshangout.com/)
Veronica (http://anothersuburbanmom.blogspot.com)
Topaz (http://topaz-gemology.blogspot.com)
Dreamwalker (http://dreamwalker.com)
Gray (Http://www.mygrayline.blogspot.com)
Bri (http://theunequivocalme.blogspot.com)
Spring Flower (http://agirlsgottahaveoptions.blogspot.com/)
Choc'ladee (http://thekinkchronicles.blogspot.com
Kimberly (http://yourerrantwife@blogspot.com)
Sunday, March 14, 2010
New Energy
I note that a few of my valued friends and bloggers out here are taking breaks. I've done so as well, so I understand. We do what we have to do to survive.
Presently I'm getting a second wind again. Lots on my mind...lots I want to share. And lots of folks to catch up with. My life has personally changed, as you all well know, in the last few months. It has all come to the positive, and I couldn't be looking forward more to the future. I want to take you all with me as well.
It all starts with tomorrow's group post. Those who have taken breaks, I hope you are all well. Those who follow me on a regular basis, I'm getting regular again...that sounded tacky...you know what I mean.
On the horse again. The light is always on for you, too...never forget that.
Presently I'm getting a second wind again. Lots on my mind...lots I want to share. And lots of folks to catch up with. My life has personally changed, as you all well know, in the last few months. It has all come to the positive, and I couldn't be looking forward more to the future. I want to take you all with me as well.
It all starts with tomorrow's group post. Those who have taken breaks, I hope you are all well. Those who follow me on a regular basis, I'm getting regular again...that sounded tacky...you know what I mean.
On the horse again. The light is always on for you, too...never forget that.
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