Saturday Night story time
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Posted:Feb 20, 2016 7:35 pm
Last Updated:Feb 23, 2016 5:46 am
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Ok I am working all day tomorrow and so I give to you the conclusion of story time tonight. I know you pervs cant wait until I get off work tomorrow night so here you go 24 hours early.
Who was I to deny her request? I leaned forward and just pressed my lips to her lacey backside. I could feel the heat from my spanking on my lips and I could smell her arousal as well. Something deep inside me responded to that scent and like an animal I reached forward and pulled my meal to me. This was something to be hoarded and not shared with the rest of the herd. This delectable treat was for me and me alone.
My head moved in swivels as I covered her ass with gentle kisses and just dragged my lips over it all. If anything I became more intoxicated with her fragrance and now it was time to get this lace out of the way. I shredded her boy shorts. I wasn’t nice about it at all. They were just a barrier between me and my prize.
I was not surprised to find her fully waxed. I dove mouth first and pressed my face deep into her split. Oh she was ready and from the first contact she didn’t stop making noise. I paid attention to everything she was giving me. I knew what spots made her moan and which ones made her pant faster and faster. I feasted on what she offered me and made a pig of myself. I knew she was happy. She became wetter and wetter and gasped appreciatively when I swiped up and down paying attention to all of her erogenous zones.
On my neck I felt Tanya’s naked breasts as she leaned against me watching what I was doing. It was doubly exciting and I knew that I was harder than I had ever been before in my life. I worked harder at my task. I focused on making her come explosively. As I dug my tongue deeper and deeper into her molten pussy I reached up and toyed with her ass with my hands. When I knew she was on the path to her release I teased her rosebud with my finger and was rewarded with her explosive orgasm.
It was like a rodeo. I just held on for dear life and Sonya’s safety. I couldn’t have her fall off the table now could I? Finally it was like the bones had left her or had been melted to liquid. She just collapsed into a small pile on the table and didn’t move. I would have been concerned if I didn’t have a pair of hands reaching down my chest and towards my painfully hard cock.
I stood and turned and motioned towards the couch and Tanya followed me. She also skinned my sweats down to my ankles and reached her hand around my swollen shaft. I shuddered at the contact. I love a hand on my dick and this one was masterful. At least it was until she shoved me down onto the couch and then knelt before me.
My cock was soon enveloped in her and loving every minute. It was obvious that Tanya was almost professional in her fellatio skills. When she stopped and bathed my swollen balls with her tongue it was almost too much. I had to get her to pause. She stopped long enough for me to get my hands on her breasts and feel how hard her nipples had become both from my show with her friend and with her obvious enjoyment in what she was doing.
Her head dipped back to my crotch and once again I was in heaven. I cant put into words what she was doing outside of hitting every nerve I might have there and playing it like a virtuoso. My breath was coming in short gasps when she looked up and smiled like a cat with cream. It was only now that I realized she had removed her skirt and while one hand held me shaft the other was obviously busy between her legs.
I grabbed her one hand and physically pulled her to her feet and made her stand. After she produced a condom I quickly slid it over me and almost before I had got it on she had gotten on me. I slid easily into her wetness and was delighted that she grunted at the bottom of the stroke. Burying my face in her cleavage I resolved to let her set the pace of this fuck. She was marvelous when it came to the pacing of the world class blowjob and I could only imagine the ride would be the same.
It was a little disappointing that a good rhythm couldn’t be found. She plunged up and down on my cock and even with the teasing of her nipples with my mouth and tongue she never seemed to be ready to explode like her partner at the table. It was starting to piss me off and that just took me mentally out of the encounter. Finally that dark feeling took over both of us and we were just slapping flesh together now.
Angrily I stood with her up again and callously just pushed her over the back of the couch. When her backside was presented to me I clawed my fingers into her hips and slammed into her. You could hear the air leave her lungs on that first stroke. After that I became a man possessed and just jackhammered my hips into her. It was quiet except for our wet sounds at first. Then you could hear small squeaky noises come from Tanya.
I could feel the sweat dot my forehead and start to roll down my back as I continued to slam my way into Tanya. My shirt was getting wet and I felt her stiffen. I could feel her pussy clamp down on me. I buried my shaft deep into her and just let her come. When her body released me I went right back to the hard driving pace I had started. Now she came like popcorn popping. It was too much for me and I filled my condom.
Tanya slid down onto her back on the couch as I eased away from her and delicately removed the condom from my cock and wandered the hall towards the bathroom. In the glaring bathroom light I could see what a wreck I was. My face was as sweaty as it had ever been. I had a discolored circle at my neck and armpits where I had sweated through my T-shirt. I stood at the toilet and let my post sex piss escape. I tied the condom and flushed the toilet. I turned the light off and let my eyes adjust to the dark. I figured I would check in on Angie.
Much to my surprise she was sitting up in bed and gave me a thumbs up when I peeked my head around her bedroom door frame. Her smile told me she had planned this whole thing. She later confirmed as much to me, telling me it was beneficial.
Making my way back to the kitchen and living room I noticed some signs of life from my two partners. I whispered an invitation to join me across the hall and then just threw my sweats over my shoulder and made my way back to my place. I held the door open and soon two lovely naked ladies were in my bedroom for our enjoyment. We finally got to sleep but not until all three of us were a sweaty wreck. My room smelled deliciously of adult play time and I snuggled between the two of them to finally drift off to sleep.
The only thing that bothered me is Angie never told me who her set up was beneficial for, her coworkers or me?
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Missing
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Posted:Feb 17, 2016 6:44 pm
Last Updated:Feb 20, 2016 7:31 pm
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Damn whatever happened to good old fashioned porn. Like man on woman humpedy humpedy. I don't want to sound super old but hey I don't need to see every single household item shoved into that woman. I do like to see a few freaky deaky things every now and then but damn it is everywhere.
Ah I am kidding I love all that crazy shit.
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Gentle
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Posted:Feb 16, 2016 10:46 am
Last Updated:Feb 17, 2016 6:27 pm
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So last night I got the chance to check out a little porn. Usually I gravitate to the written word but this time because my wasn't around I got to check out some video action. Well color me surprised.
There is a lot of material out there these days. However what came cross my screen seemed to have two themes. The first was a lot of hair pulling. Men pulling women's hair. The second was choking, but not real choking but instead guys bracing or placing their hands around a woman's neck.
These are two things I avoid. Maybe it is because of my size but I tend to err on the side of gentle. I think it is easier to tell someone harder instead of trying to back them down from grinding your pelvis to paste. Can any one tell me what I am missing?
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Sunday Story time
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Posted:Feb 14, 2016 1:29 pm
Last Updated:Feb 23, 2016 11:15 am
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All right. Here I go again. I might be rusty at this but here comes a two parter to be finished next week. Enjoy
I was really looking forward to a quiet night. Work had been hell all week and I was feeling drained both mentally and physically. I really just wanted to get out of my clothes and sit in front of my tv and let the moving pictures wash me away. I really didn’t want to hear the syncopated knocking that I knew came from my across the hall neighbor.
Angie was young and vibrant. She almost smelled like ozone with that much electricity running through her. She reminded me of the notion that you can never take the spirit out of a cheerleader. She had moved in a month after I did to this small apartment building and we had seemed to keep similar hours. I helped her move some furniture and as a result she rewarded me with a home cooked meal. Friendship was easy from there. Her fondness for yoga pants and tank tops in her down time also make that friend ship easy.
I found out that she worked at a building downtown at the front desk. Her natural bubbliness served her well and I could see where she was an attractive face and personality to visitors and other executives. I dragged my ass off of the couch and made my way to the door. I peeked through the peep hole and there she was , brunette hair pulled into a heat ponytail and she was dressed in the yoga pant, tank top combo that made her easy on the eyes.
“Yes?” I asked opening the door wide.
“You gotta come over for game night.” She said and then promptly turned on her heel and entered her suite. She left the door open and I knew it was the invitation we always had to join the other in their apartment.
It was moments later that I closed her door after locking mine and made my way into her house. What I hadn’t counted on was that she had company. Two ladies my own age were at the kitchen table with her. I should mention that Angie was a good ten years younger than I was. It was why there really wasn’t anything going on between us.
“Hello ladies.” I greeted them all and instantly regretted my casual sweatpants and t shirt. They were still in what I could call business wear, blazers and silk shirts were the uniform it seemed but one wore a skirt while the other had slacks. They were very genial and smiled easily at me. The three empty wine bottles probably helped out.
Angie explained that she went out with her two office friends (Sonya the blond on the left and Tanya the darker more exotic looking one on the right) and they decided to swing by her place for a sudden game night. They all smiled as I sat down at the table and suddenly felt like I should be adding something to their night. I offered to head across the way and retrieve some wine but they wouldn’t hear of it. Instead they were intent on me joining them in their game of liquor pigs. It was a novelty game that came out that involved rolling little tiny pig figurines instead of dice and the loser drinking.
I remembered it from my younger days. It inevitably led to a sore head the next day. I was suddenly joyous to know that tomorrow was Saturday and I could sleep the impending hangover away.
The women fussed and immediately demanded that I drink three quick shots to catch up. Tanya offered a way around it by offering a big glass of irish cream to guzzle instead. The shots seemed a better choice and three shots of clear liquor were lined up. In for a penny I thought and slammed the first one back and quickly followed it with the second. The third suddenly burned like fire and I realized it was not the vodka that I thought it was. The irish cream seemed as good a way to cool the fire and half of the tumbler was finished before I asked what the last one was. The ladies quit their cackling to confess that the last one was everclear. Almost pure alcohol.
The game started anew and pigs were thrown with what could only be described as drunken intensity. I was filled in that they started with margaritas at the local tex mex place after work and then came here when none of them could imagine winding the night down. As the rounds progressed and liquid levels in the bottles decreased I examined the ladies closer.
Sonya was blond and into her career. Her body was relatively lush and judging from the nails and hairdo she took care of herself. I imagined that she went to a pilates or spin class and ate right 95% of the time. Tanya was almost bird thin. Her hair was cropped in a tight pixie cut and her mouth seemed to be almost too big for her face. It was by far and dominant feature and she seemed to be making a production of licking her lips after she lost and had to drink.
I might have been late to the drinking but a number of loses on the pigs and the initial catch up drinks made me easily silly. I enjoyed watching these professionals slowly devolve into the obvious friends they were. Blazers were discarded and Sonya went to the bathroom and returned to add her bra to the pile of clothing. Eyebrows were raised and laughter erupted.
Tanya left for the bathroom soon after and when she returned she added her slacks to the pile, stuck her tongue out at Sonya and sat down in what can only be described as the laciest boy shorts I have ever seen. Angie laughed so hard she fell out of her chair. I had never seen her so drunk. Her head was rolling and her smile was bigger than ever. I stood to help her up into her seat and the world spun for me. I steadied myself on the back of the chair and made my way across the table to help the feather light Angie back to her seat.
It was while I was bent over helping her up that I distinctly felt a hand on my hand. It was soon joined by another and I stood with Angie as quickly as I could. Setting her down in her chair I turned and wagged my finger at both ladies. More good natured laughter erupted and we soon learned that the bottles were empty.
Angie stood to wobble to the bathroom and the two women bemoaned the lack of liquor. It was explained that they rarely cut loose and tonight was one of those moments that lined up perfectly for all three of them. I told them I was lucky to join them and some silent communication went between them. Tanya rolled the pigs absent mindedly and it was Sonya who suggested we continue to play a few round but with truth or dare stakes.
In my head I knew this was a bad idea but was gone far enough to agree. The first round was relatively tame. We found out that Sonya had lost her virginity at the tender age of fourteen when she lost. I lost the next hand and was quizzed if I ate pussy. I looked at both of them and dead panned “is there anyone out there that doesn’t?” This brought rapid head shakes from both of them and I laughed for minutes straight.
Sonya lost next and instead of the truthing her dare ended up with her blouse unbuttoned as part of her dare. I was suddenly uncomfortably warm. The stakes seemed to be going up. Luckily I won the next roll and Sonya was on the spot again. She was asked to reveal her hottest encounter and she confessed to a night with her college roommate and naked massages.
Now to add to the warmth of the room there was a swelling in my pants. The next round Tanya lost and Sonya dared her to kiss me. I lost my breath. Her mouth was wet and her tongue was active as well. When she came up for air my cock was stiff and I could see Sonya’s nipples straining against her unbuttoned blouse. I unconsciously shifted my hardon and wondered where this was going to end.
My luck held and this time Tanya was dared to kiss Sonya. A hotter kiss I haven’t seen. It helped when Sonya reached inside her coworkers blouse and grabbed a handful to play with.
Suddenly I became very aware of Angies absence. I went in search of her and found her passed out on her floor. I managed to get her off the floor and onto her bed. I tottered my way back to the table and informed the other two where our host was. We agreed to one final round of dares only. Here my luck fled me and I lost the first roll back. I was told to show them the good. Not quite sure that I wanted to whip it out in front of them I asked if I could use a work around. When they agreed I could I simply pulled the fabric tight and outlined my erection.
Both ladies decided they needed to make sure it was real and stroked my package though my sweats. I sat for the next roll and when it all ended up I had to spank Tanya ten swats on her near naked ass. I gasped as she bent over and we were treated to a very lovely sight. Her shorts rode up and made a made a delightful target for me. About a half way through she was getting red and after another swat she was gasping and moaning after each hit.
In my mind the ten came to an end way too early but she righted herself and our last roll began. As luck would have it my spanking target won and won huge. She jumped on the table and on her hand and knees thrust her ass in my face and yelled “Kiss it better!”
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Night shifts
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Posted:Feb 12, 2016 2:40 pm
Last Updated:Feb 13, 2016 2:25 pm
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So I am on a stretch of nights right now. Makes it hard to write amazing blogs like I have been. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Anyways what I might do instead is reactivate my good old story sundays. Have a sexy weekend readers.
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Fuck Shame
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Posted:Feb 11, 2016 2:28 pm
Last Updated:Feb 12, 2016 2:37 pm
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(apologies if this post seems scrambled and disjointed. It came about during a windows reboot of my machine for a couple of hours. I promise to do better)
No shame is not a new pornstar or exotic dancer. Shame is good old feeling bad about something you like because someone else made you feel that way.
I see countless types of shaming here and everywhere in society and really I just want to say fuck it. From the vegan that looks down his or her nose as you eat tasty steak to the breeder who disapproves of you not having a clutch of . These people are everywhere. Hell we have different names to soften them. We call them snobs. As in wine and liquor snobs. Others call them "taste makers" or "critics".
Personally it is all a way to muddy the waters. Personally I like things. I am secure enough in myself to know that I like those things. Be it sexually, food wise, car wise or something to listen to. The key thing to being shamefree is understanding two things.
The first is that it takes someone else to make you feel ashamed. Someone in your life that you might have respect for at one time pooh poohed one of your likes. Made you feel absolutely shitty about liking that thing and then moved on while you struggled with that shameful feeling. No one ever feels ashamed of what they are doing all on their own. It takes someone else to make you feel shame.
The second thing is that we have to accept someone else's hierarchy of good and bad. Be confident in knowing what you like. Don't do something because someone else tells you to. Being self aware enough to know you identity is king. I don't do sexy bedroom talk because I feel cheese ball doing it. That doesn't mean that I have stopped partners who enjoy it and make them feel bad for doing so.
The only people who should feel shame are those making you feel ashamed.
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When do you tell someone?
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Posted:Feb 10, 2016 6:00 am
Last Updated:Feb 11, 2016 2:01 pm
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What the title refers to is your kink or your predelictions or favorite things to do in the bedroom. It is why I like this site and others like it. There is no hiding the fact that sex is the focus and key to the possible relationship.
I used to (like four years ago) also use a vanilla dating site. I remember suddenly not being able to contact people and it was simply because I visited the area of the site where it was people who were looking for sex. Now the end of my marriage had basically the worst stretch of sexlessness ever. LIke three times in the span of a year (I know there are others out there that have had it worse.).
I was not willing to accept going sexless so I found that my honesty in a way screwed me out of contacting people. Funny how that works in real life as well. Can you imagine if we all carried a little card like our profile and handed it out to strangers when we met them? How nice to know that the manager of your local coffee shop is into cross dressing and looking for someone to dress him like a doll?
Now comes the two sidedness of people on these sites. If you aren't into something that your potential partner is then don't do it? I personally cannot talk dirty in bed. It is a flaw of mine. Actually it isn't a flaw at all but just a characteristic . I watch porn with the volume low because I cant take dirty talk, it makes me giggle and laugh out loud. Do I hold it against someone that they want dirty talk? No. Just the same way as I don't hold it against someone that wants to role play, or cross dress or insert the name of your fetish or kink.
So when do you tell someone that you think football helmets are the bees knees in the bedroom? I think sooner than later. Make it clear that to you those football helmets are like a very special treat. A giant hot fudge sundae I you will. Not something to be had every day but a nice treat now and then. I think the worst thing you could have happen is the person turn you down flat and get snobbish about it but then they would be snobbish about something sooner or later.
The worst really would be closing our mind to your partners thing and not realizing that it is a tonne of fun and you missed out on lots of hot and "kinky" sex. That would really be the worst about it. So cast off the shame of your kinkiness or fetishistic side and with any luck that hot fudge sundae becomes something that both of you can enjoy.
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Are you a multiple site person?
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Posted:Feb 9, 2016 6:09 am
Last Updated:Feb 15, 2016 5:57 am
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So I confess one of my little joys in life is going to the local Clist page and reading the people looking for random encounters. Or as I like to call it "wow my town has a lot more gay guys than I thought it did". It is a truly guilty pleasure and I am slightly impressed with the way people just lay it out there for the world to see. I enjoy the honesty.
So how many others are actually using another dating site other than this one? How many of you have a vanilla profile or better yet used the disaster of somebody Madison? Are there fish people or minglers here as well?
When I first separated I hopped on this site as well as a vanilla one. I had success on both however I felt I couldn't fully be who I am on the vanilla site. I had to hide away my kinks and fetishes (not that I have tonnes of either) and be careful about exposing them. On this site it is very upfront and I enjoy that. I am sure the sister sites are also the same? I guess the ultimate question is at what time to you tell your vanilla date that you really get off on being tickled with feathers or are into latex immobilization?
I heard someone say that anal is just part of dating now. That women better be ready to do it because it is just expected. Damn, when did this happen? So I guess what I am really getting at here is when do you tell someone that you really need it hard and fast and deep three times a week? Cause from experience I can say that the longer you wait the harder it is for your partner to reconcile. You feel slightly miffed that they couldn't be honest with you or that they kept their "secret" desire hidden from you, who shared everything with them.
Curious as always what people are doing or better yet how they are handling multiple sites or dating from a whole mess of sites? Share with me.
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Lies
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Posted:Feb 8, 2016 5:39 pm
Last Updated:Feb 26, 2016 5:49 am
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So to start off I am kinda back. I never really left but lurked and didn't really post just out of respect for the relationship I was in. That relationship has since flared out and I a currently sifting through the debris and trying to figure out what went wrong and there are glaring problems but nothing we could really do about it, more on that later.
Today I had a friend come to me with an issue and I helped her with that issue but it also resonated in my head because of something I had heard. I listen to Joe Rogans podcast. If you haven't listened to it I suggest you do. There is an incredible breadth of topics covered and even if you don't like his UFC stuff you might dig his comedy, or his access to movers and shakers in education and psychology.
The episode I am thinking of had Illiza Schlesinger as the guest. You can find this on youtube like I did. She related a story of meeting and guy and he started the relationship with a lie and down the road how badly it blew up in their faces and ultimately the hurt she had about the lies and the relationship.
Now I have talked about this before on this site. I know it is a dating site and everyone has their own little lies or omissions that they use. I will be totally up front and say I don't post my face or my body in my picture for a few reasons. The first I that I am in a relatively small town and don't want this coming back at me. Not the stigma of a dating site but the fact that my sexual preferences are out there for the world to see.
Secondly I am a fat fuck and really don't have any amazing pics to show you all. I don't have a giant cock to show off and really feel that being honest with you potential suitors is preferable to you expecting a six pack and cock that needs its own area code. That is ultimately what I comes down to. These sites are meant to produce meetings and hopefully very fulfilling relationships and sexual encounters.
What do I gain by lying to you and then at the meet up you realize that I am not an Adonis but instead a very human being. I know my flaws and my favors and know full well the sense of disappointment when a meet up leads to some of the things I thought I knew about a person falling through. Hey she isn't a blonde but instead a brunette. Hey she isn't 35 but instead about ten years older. And these are just the visual things. Imagine once you get down into personality lies and omissions.
Suddenly everything becomes suspect. Everything that he or she said is up to scrutiny. Are they really single? Are they really just a social drinker? Are they really disease free? Are they really into that mutual fetish that you are into? These are things that suddenly become shaky especially when the straight bio information is based on a lie.
Tell me what you think? I have some more thoughts about the kink and fetish stuff and when it needs to be revealed. I am curious to know what you all think. And be gentle this is my first blog in a goddamn long time. More to come I think.
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Anyone?
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Posted:Oct 23, 2015 2:24 pm
Last Updated:Feb 10, 2016 6:12 pm
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Can anyone relate that I have lost the ability to view photos in other peoples blogs? Is that what the site is doing now in a cash grab sort of way? Japanesass was always good for keeping up on what they are doing to screw the rank and file over. Anyone else running into this issue or is it me. I checked my filters and I am still set on the most explicit. If this is the new way I am on my way out.
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Honesty
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Posted:Jul 30, 2015 6:37 am
Last Updated:Aug 1, 2015 11:57 am
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I was talking to the little spider last night as we were driving from picking her up and her friend commented on how mean I could be. I explained that when you hit a certain age you don't really dance around polite lying anymore and live more in the realm of brutal honesty. I don't have enough years left on the planet to politely lie to people about the little stuff anymore. So with that in my mind I thought about applying honesty to everyday situations. And what better than our profiles here at the site.
So with honesty in mind I will now make some changes to profiles I have come across. These are hopefully ones you might recognize and are done tongue firmly in cheek.
"This is a picture of me from ten years ago when I was fifty pounds lighter. Hope you don't mind"
"I really just want the world to see my cock. It is the first picture you see and the only picture I will send you. Be attracted to its siren song,"
"I read a best selling book and this is what I want out of my time here. To find a totally fictional man that no one could really compare to, You know rich, sensitive and still willing to rock my world with his giant cock and non stop attention."
"I am a closet misogynist who calls it being dominant"
"I have a head full of bad wiring and enough baggage to stop a train. Why wont anyone contact me."
"My spouse wont (fill in the blank) anymore. Looking for someone for my kink."
"Just desperately lonely. Treat me like crap but at least respond when I message you"
"Who wants to fuck the fat man?"
"Are you there god? Its me Margaret."
Okay that last one was silly in its own right. Feel free to add your own in the comments section.
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So......
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Posted:May 24, 2015 6:34 pm
Last Updated:Jul 30, 2015 6:25 am
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I think I have a way of continuing the story from the last couple of Sundays. I hope that I comes to fruition. However I will need some help from the readers. Specifically fantasies that need fulfilling. I will sprinkle in my own as time goes but I will need your help.
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Here we are. Dont panic
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Posted:May 19, 2015 6:36 pm
Last Updated:May 21, 2015 4:45 am
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Alright my nights are done and after this so is this current story. Here comes the grand finale.
I stood and swayed. I managed to right myself and grabbing the restraints on her arms moved towards the bedroom. Looking in on the king size I smiled to myself. I knew that this would become a playground of debauchery soon. I could tell that her orgasm had taken a lot out of her and I used this to my advantage. She was very much a limp noodle as I slid a travel blindfold over her eyes and moved her to the center of the bed.
Using another one of her ropes I fashioned leash of sorts through her existing restraints. It gave her the ability to roll over and move slightly but still limited how far she could move. A bonus was that the arms over her head moved her breasts into two very tempting targets for me. I started there. I moved on the bed and remained motionless. She could tell I was there by the weight on the bed but had no idea that I hovered over her nipples. That is until I took one deep into my mouth and ever so slightly chewed on it. I lashed it with my tongue and delighted in hearing her gasp and moan.
I suddenly removed all contact and watched her squirm on the bed instead. Then lowering my head quickly and almost violently I attacked her other nipple until she her chest was heaving. Then it was just a matter of keeping me interested in teasing her. I could see her legs scissoring open and closed and I pried her knees open and exposed her fully. She truly had a beautiful pussy. It was full and her clit ever so slightly peeked out of its protective hood.
Lowering my head once more to her chest I kept up my oral ministrations. Only this time I swatted her crotch. It was not anywhere near to her bare assed spanking but it was enough to make her jackknife in the bed and slam her legs shut. I whispered to her to be a good girl and open her legs wide. She hesitated and probably wouldn’t have until I closed my teeth around her nipple and applied strong pressure.
From there I must have swatted her at least a dozen times before I left her nipple alone. I could feel her moisture on my hand as I swatted and looking down her clit was now very prominent and her labia were red and very wet.
My first two fingers slipped into her easily and sought her g-spot. There was no way I was going to let her calm down and relax. She could not see what I was doing and as my dominant hand probed looking for that trigger my weak hand mauled at her breasts. I could see the sweat on her chest and feel her pussy clutch at my hand. Her mouth gaped open and it seemed like she was screaming silently. Every now and then I wold twist my hand and bump into her engorged clit and I would watch her leg muscles contract and spasm.
Thankfully while all this was happening my erection was returning. I could feel my dick getting hard as she responded to my attention. Pausing to slip a cock ring on I got ready for the next part of my scheme. I slipped my fingers back into her and to my surprise she convulsed and sort of hummed and squirted all over my hand and bed. I had seen this in videos but this was my first time live and I loved the feel of it. I probed her again and while she shook like she was shivering I watched again and again as fluid came forth.
She was wrung out. Her legs fell flat on the bed and her crotch gaped open when I removed my fingers. I could hear her mumbling quietly while I moved her body to my liking. My cock felt like never before. From watching her squirt due to my actions to just having someone submit to my every whim to pleasure her made my erection like out of movies. Every vein pulsed with blood and I was thicker than I had ever felt before.
I managed to slide a pillow under the small of her back and it raised her to where I needed her. Taking one of the bottles of lube I squirted back at her and doused her crotch liberally. Moving between her legs I leaned forward and just smashed my cockhead into her. The lube allowed me to slip and slide and over and over I rocked against her clit until she cried out aloud. Then just taking the head of my dick I rubbed against her clit over and over again.
I could see her hands clenching and opening and knew that she was almost ready. Reaching under her hips I lifted her and positioned her as I sat back on my heels. She was limp and it allowed me to easily position my cock so when I lowered her it slid between her slippery ass cheeks and into her ass with minimal effort. It helped that I was inside her ass earlier on the couch but I still lowered her slowly and gently. She rolled slightly onto one shoulder and I smiled as more and more of my cock slid into her. Once I was near bottoming out I slowly started the out stroke and poured more lube onto where we were joined together.
I moved my hips slowly and watched as her back passage swallowed my cock. I took my time and it was about a ten count before my cock ring was nestled into her. It was not that I was overly long, shit I was short dicked but I did take my time and allowed her to get used to my size. She was softly chanting yes over and over again and as a result my count downs got shorter and shorter in duration. When I was about at a five count I ratcheted my plan up more.
Taking one of her vibrators I turned it on and on my next in stroked pressed it into her vagina and just stopped as both it and my cock bottomed out inside her. It had an immediate effect and she shuddered and shimmied around both. Her chest got very flushed and using my groin as an effective stop I moved my cock and the fake cock back and forth into her. I was rewarded with her screaming and going quiet as again she squirted. This time the contractions gipped at my cock and milked it with her ass.
Between what she was doing to my dick and the vibrations from the vibrator I was not long in cumming. It was intense and I swear that I must have done internal damage with the power I shot my load. I pushed back and forth into her as I came and she bathed my crotch in her juices as she shot again and again. I allowed my cock to soften and slide out of her.
I left the room to return with a towel and a bottle of water. I undid her ropes and she moved her arms down and rolled slightly onto her side. I wiped her down as best I could and could still feel her muscles vibrating underneath her skin. I tried to soak up as much of her juices and gently wipe away what I could of my own before just covering her with the towel and removing the blind fold. Her eyes blinked slightly and I offered the water bottle to her lips and eased some into her mouth.
I moved the water bottle to the end table and moved the toys to the bathroom for clean-up and repacked the ropes away in her travel bag. It was only when I lay beside her and she snuggled against me did I feel the wetness in her eyes. I asked her about it and she said it was just what she wanted it to be. That her fantasy was made real and she was so thankful for it. Drifting off I knew exactly what she meant.
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