Showing posts with label STORY. Show all posts
Showing posts with label STORY. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 10, 2018
STORY: OPENING MY VULNERABLE WOMB TO HIS POTENT ALPHA SEED
Getting fucked hard and deep for as long as he can go… no mercy….. just put on my hands and knees with my thighs just far enough apart that I can’t control the depth of his thrusts….. my head down so my hips tilt my pussy back and open it more…..keeping me as open and vulnerable to his assault as possible and then just taken until he is done and I am full of hot thick cum….. my thighs quivering and me panting while he rubs my clit making me orgasm over and over so all that cum is sucked deep in my womb…. 😉 Him chuckling softly as I beg for his cock inside me again….lying spent and boneless next to him as he pulls on and nibbles my swollen needy nipples…. my engorged clit throbbing and begging for his lips and tongue….. Him looking into my eyes as I moan and tremble…. him caressing my cheek as he tells me to beg for what I want….let him know how much I need it…. Licking my swollen and raw lips I tell him I need his cock inside me, I need him to fill my tight, wet, pink pussy….. I need him to stretch me with his thickness and bruise my cervix with the depth and force of his thrusts….. I need him to possess me, own me, mark me, claim me for his own…. I need to feel the hot flood of his cum as he forces his cock deeper than it has ever been…. I need him making me moan and gasp and beg for him to pull back…. him knowing I want exactly what he is giving me…..feeling his already swollen veiny cock swell further as he approaches his peak…. I need him telling me that he won’t stop until I’ve drained his balls dry and he’s not pulling back as he thrusts harder and grinds the thick head of his meaty cock into my cervix…. I need him holding tight to my wide jiggly ass …. leaving bruises of his fingers as he slams hard and deep inside, pushing his cock against my cervix with firm solid pressure, knowing that his cum is going exactly where we both want it… I need him to make me use my vibe on my clit as it presents itself for stimulation so that as he is stretching and applying force to my sore abused cervix, my pussy is milking him with orgasm after orgasm; opening my vulnerable womb to his potent Alpha seed…. I need his breeding
Thursday, January 4, 2018
STORY: THE RIDE HOME
One thing about my wife that I love; when she gets a few drinks in her, she’s an animal. She gets very horny and at times flirtatious. She is almost always very conservative and modest until she has some liquor in her. We were having a great time over our meal and I could see by the warm glow on my wife’s face that she was getting nice and juiced up.
During the meal my wife had been glancing over toward the bar a few times. She whispered to me finally that some guy was checking her out. I casually peeked over to the bar and saw her admirer standing there brazenly staring right at her. He was easily six foot four and from the size of his arms he was obviously in tremendous physical shape. I looked back at my wife and asked her what she thought of him.
Well she did not take half a second to answer. “Wow!” was about all she could muster and she giggled into her drink. I found myself not all jealous but instead I was getting aroused. The rest of the meal I teased my wife about what a shame it was that she was married. We laughed and finished up our dinner. After I paid the bill I told my wife that we should have a nightcap at the bar before we headed for our room. I told her to go grab a seat at the bar and that after I paid the waiter I would meet up with her after going to the washroom.
She clumsily got up and made her way over to the bar. She was plainly on her way to being completely drunk and I was loving every minute of it. I watched her take a seat at the bar right next to the handsome stranger and he wasted no time in ordering her a drink and sitting right next to her. It was a while before the check came and during that time I sat back and enjoyed the show. This guy obviously knew she was married, as the ring on her finger was plain to see. He also knew that she was not alone, as he had been watching her all night. My wife was plainly enjoying the attention and she had turned on her stool to face him completely.
After I paid the bill I wandered over to the washroom. I passed my wife at the bar but did not say a word. She was laughing at some thing he had said and her drink was practically gone already. In the washroom I wondered at what was happening here. Sure I was turned on by the situation, it was something I had fantasized about for years. But here it was right in front of me, what should I do? I walked out and made my way to the bar. I found my wife and she introduced me to her new friend.
“Honey, this is Mark, he’s in town on business .” “Mister, you sure are one lucky man to be able to come home to her every night.” Said Mark as he shook my hand. “I know Mark, she is a wonderful catch.” I replied. Mark was plainly smashed and my wife was also beginning to slur her words a little.
“Honey we should go before you get anymore drunk.” “It was nice to meet you Mark but we’re heading back to our home now.”
Mark was plainly disappointed in this announcement but he quickly asked if there was anyway I could drive him back to his motel across town. He was in no condition to drive and it was more than twenty miles back to his room. My wife looked at me with sad puppy dog eyes and I agreed.
We headed for the parking lot and it was at that point that I knew my wife was tanked.
Instead of getting in the front seat with me, she climbed into the back of our minivan with Mark. They were laughing about nothing in particular and I did not say a word. I headed out of the lot and made my way towards Mark’s motel in the darkness. The conversation died down quickly once we were on the road and I could hear faintly the sounds of movement in the back. Plainly Mark was making moves on my wife or vice versa. I could not tell, but the sound of hands rubbing against clothing became apparent. I found that my heart was pounding and my cock was straining against my pants. Then the kissing began, and instantly the two of them gave into their mutual lust and attacked each other. The sounds of their kissing became louder and my wife was moaning softly. I could not take it anymore and adjusted my mirror to see my beautiful wife already topless and wrapped in an embrace with this handsome stranger. She was drunk and she had lost all her inhibitions. They kissed deeply and finally my wife ripped Mark’s shirt open. She growled low and rubbed her hands all over his broad chest. Then her head sank out of view. I heard a belt being unfastened, then a zipper being taken down.
Mark had his hands in my wife’s hair and the look on his face was of pure conquest.
I heard my wife’s voice suddenly in the dark. “Oh god.” Then the sound of her taking his cock into her mouth. I watched her head bob up and down repeatedly in the mirror and Mark whispered softly to her as she worked his tool into her mouth. “Yes baby, that’s real good.” “Mmm you like that don’t you?” My wife pulled his cock out of her mouth momentarily to say, “You have no idea.”
Hearing the desire in my wife’s voice was pushing me over the edge. She was in a rapturous state and I must admit I was almost as aroused as her. The sounds from the back changed then as my wife appeared to be sucking on Mark’s balls. The sounds of her hand stroking his shaft were also hypnotic to me and Mark was moaning with pleasure.
“Let me get those pants off you” he said finally and in the mirror I watched as my sweet little wife became a naked fuck toy for Mark. He got her on all fours and proceeded to mount her from behind. Seeing her getting fucked like that with her tits swaying below was too much. I almost drove off the road at this point. My wife screamed as he pushed what appeared to be about nine inches of meat into her tiny pussy. I could hear his balls slapping against my wife’s bare ass with each thrust.
I was having a hard time focusing on the road and did not even notice the car next to us honking. A car with two couples in it was enjoying the show as Mark was fucking my wife with a purpose. She was begging him to fuck harder and he happily fulfilled her request as he slapped her ass in between thrusts.
Now my wife usually has a hard time reaching orgasm with me. She never complains but deep down I’ve always regretted not satisfying her. Well she was orgasming now and that was no mistake. She howled and grabbed the cushion of the seat as Mark pounded her pussy without mercy. “Oh Mark, you are so fucking good” she moaned. “I’ve dreamed for so long about getting fucked like this”. It hurts baby, oh god its too big!” Mark loomed over her and continued pounding his tool into my wife’s pussy. She was going limp from the liquor and the fucking and she looked amazing. His hands reached under her and he pulled hard on her swaying tits. My wife pushed her ass into his cock and I watched her nipples swell between his fingers as he pulled hard on them.
He stopped briefly to kiss her deeply as she arched back to taste his mouth. Mark then pulled his shaft out and commanded her to suck him clean. “Yes sir.” My wife eagerly said and took his cock in her hands again as she worked every inch of it into her mouth.
He would take it out and slap it against her face every few seconds and the sound of that meat hitting my wife’s face was powerful.
I had no longer any clue as to where I was driving and simply tried to stay in control of the car during this spectacle. The car next to me had vanished and I tried to get some sense of where I was. I snapped out of my fog momentarily to get my bearing as the sounds of my wife getting fucked came back. I looked back into the mirror and saw that she had gotten onto his lap with her arms wrapped around his neck. I could see his thick cock sliding into my wife’s dripping pussy with each thrust. She was panting uncontrollably and I watched in amazement as another orgasm shuddered through her body.
Mark was still going strong but it was obvious he was close to cumming as well. He grabbed my wife’s ass in both hands and drove her hard onto his throbbing cock. She kept screaming for more and he happily continued using my wife’s pussy. I could see his heavy cock on each thrust and finally he grunted hard and I could see that he was pumping his cum deep into my wife’s pussy. She came again while he filled her pussy until she slowly climbed off him to taste her juices on his throbbing cock. She greedily drained every drop of his cum from him and he leaned back slowly in absolute pleasure.
I was in a state of shock from what had just happened and as Mark’s motel came into view I was not sure if I was relieved or disappointed the ride was over.
During the meal my wife had been glancing over toward the bar a few times. She whispered to me finally that some guy was checking her out. I casually peeked over to the bar and saw her admirer standing there brazenly staring right at her. He was easily six foot four and from the size of his arms he was obviously in tremendous physical shape. I looked back at my wife and asked her what she thought of him.
Well she did not take half a second to answer. “Wow!” was about all she could muster and she giggled into her drink. I found myself not all jealous but instead I was getting aroused. The rest of the meal I teased my wife about what a shame it was that she was married. We laughed and finished up our dinner. After I paid the bill I told my wife that we should have a nightcap at the bar before we headed for our room. I told her to go grab a seat at the bar and that after I paid the waiter I would meet up with her after going to the washroom.
She clumsily got up and made her way over to the bar. She was plainly on her way to being completely drunk and I was loving every minute of it. I watched her take a seat at the bar right next to the handsome stranger and he wasted no time in ordering her a drink and sitting right next to her. It was a while before the check came and during that time I sat back and enjoyed the show. This guy obviously knew she was married, as the ring on her finger was plain to see. He also knew that she was not alone, as he had been watching her all night. My wife was plainly enjoying the attention and she had turned on her stool to face him completely.
After I paid the bill I wandered over to the washroom. I passed my wife at the bar but did not say a word. She was laughing at some thing he had said and her drink was practically gone already. In the washroom I wondered at what was happening here. Sure I was turned on by the situation, it was something I had fantasized about for years. But here it was right in front of me, what should I do? I walked out and made my way to the bar. I found my wife and she introduced me to her new friend.
“Honey, this is Mark, he’s in town on business .” “Mister, you sure are one lucky man to be able to come home to her every night.” Said Mark as he shook my hand. “I know Mark, she is a wonderful catch.” I replied. Mark was plainly smashed and my wife was also beginning to slur her words a little.
“Honey we should go before you get anymore drunk.” “It was nice to meet you Mark but we’re heading back to our home now.”
Mark was plainly disappointed in this announcement but he quickly asked if there was anyway I could drive him back to his motel across town. He was in no condition to drive and it was more than twenty miles back to his room. My wife looked at me with sad puppy dog eyes and I agreed.
We headed for the parking lot and it was at that point that I knew my wife was tanked.
Instead of getting in the front seat with me, she climbed into the back of our minivan with Mark. They were laughing about nothing in particular and I did not say a word. I headed out of the lot and made my way towards Mark’s motel in the darkness. The conversation died down quickly once we were on the road and I could hear faintly the sounds of movement in the back. Plainly Mark was making moves on my wife or vice versa. I could not tell, but the sound of hands rubbing against clothing became apparent. I found that my heart was pounding and my cock was straining against my pants. Then the kissing began, and instantly the two of them gave into their mutual lust and attacked each other. The sounds of their kissing became louder and my wife was moaning softly. I could not take it anymore and adjusted my mirror to see my beautiful wife already topless and wrapped in an embrace with this handsome stranger. She was drunk and she had lost all her inhibitions. They kissed deeply and finally my wife ripped Mark’s shirt open. She growled low and rubbed her hands all over his broad chest. Then her head sank out of view. I heard a belt being unfastened, then a zipper being taken down.
Mark had his hands in my wife’s hair and the look on his face was of pure conquest.
I heard my wife’s voice suddenly in the dark. “Oh god.” Then the sound of her taking his cock into her mouth. I watched her head bob up and down repeatedly in the mirror and Mark whispered softly to her as she worked his tool into her mouth. “Yes baby, that’s real good.” “Mmm you like that don’t you?” My wife pulled his cock out of her mouth momentarily to say, “You have no idea.”
Hearing the desire in my wife’s voice was pushing me over the edge. She was in a rapturous state and I must admit I was almost as aroused as her. The sounds from the back changed then as my wife appeared to be sucking on Mark’s balls. The sounds of her hand stroking his shaft were also hypnotic to me and Mark was moaning with pleasure.
“Let me get those pants off you” he said finally and in the mirror I watched as my sweet little wife became a naked fuck toy for Mark. He got her on all fours and proceeded to mount her from behind. Seeing her getting fucked like that with her tits swaying below was too much. I almost drove off the road at this point. My wife screamed as he pushed what appeared to be about nine inches of meat into her tiny pussy. I could hear his balls slapping against my wife’s bare ass with each thrust.
I was having a hard time focusing on the road and did not even notice the car next to us honking. A car with two couples in it was enjoying the show as Mark was fucking my wife with a purpose. She was begging him to fuck harder and he happily fulfilled her request as he slapped her ass in between thrusts.
Now my wife usually has a hard time reaching orgasm with me. She never complains but deep down I’ve always regretted not satisfying her. Well she was orgasming now and that was no mistake. She howled and grabbed the cushion of the seat as Mark pounded her pussy without mercy. “Oh Mark, you are so fucking good” she moaned. “I’ve dreamed for so long about getting fucked like this”. It hurts baby, oh god its too big!” Mark loomed over her and continued pounding his tool into my wife’s pussy. She was going limp from the liquor and the fucking and she looked amazing. His hands reached under her and he pulled hard on her swaying tits. My wife pushed her ass into his cock and I watched her nipples swell between his fingers as he pulled hard on them.
He stopped briefly to kiss her deeply as she arched back to taste his mouth. Mark then pulled his shaft out and commanded her to suck him clean. “Yes sir.” My wife eagerly said and took his cock in her hands again as she worked every inch of it into her mouth.
He would take it out and slap it against her face every few seconds and the sound of that meat hitting my wife’s face was powerful.
I had no longer any clue as to where I was driving and simply tried to stay in control of the car during this spectacle. The car next to me had vanished and I tried to get some sense of where I was. I snapped out of my fog momentarily to get my bearing as the sounds of my wife getting fucked came back. I looked back into the mirror and saw that she had gotten onto his lap with her arms wrapped around his neck. I could see his thick cock sliding into my wife’s dripping pussy with each thrust. She was panting uncontrollably and I watched in amazement as another orgasm shuddered through her body.
Mark was still going strong but it was obvious he was close to cumming as well. He grabbed my wife’s ass in both hands and drove her hard onto his throbbing cock. She kept screaming for more and he happily continued using my wife’s pussy. I could see his heavy cock on each thrust and finally he grunted hard and I could see that he was pumping his cum deep into my wife’s pussy. She came again while he filled her pussy until she slowly climbed off him to taste her juices on his throbbing cock. She greedily drained every drop of his cum from him and he leaned back slowly in absolute pleasure.
I was in a state of shock from what had just happened and as Mark’s motel came into view I was not sure if I was relieved or disappointed the ride was over.
STORY: BEING HIS LITTLE CREAMPIE WHORE
He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me as he slid his thick cock deep inside my pussy stretching me to the limit. That initial thrust always takes my breath away and I feel like I’m in heaven.
It had been a few weeks since my last birth control pill and according to the positive ovulation test I took this morning this was the perfect time for us to make a baby. I whispered in his ear that I was ovulating, and I could feel him stretch me even more. It’s amazing how 2 little words can make his thick cock even harder.
In one quick movement he pushed me on all fours and took me from behind. Omg his cock feels amazing. I could tell that his primal need to breed me took over as he pounded my pussy…. Harder than he ever had before. I was beyond dripping wet practically begging him to fill my pussy up. It was the only thing I could think of.
That’s it baby fuck my pussy!! Pound me harder!! I want to feel your cum coating my insides! His pace quickened and I could feel his cock start to swell. I started grinding back into him seconds later I could feel his cock twitching deep inside of me, finally giving me what I longed for. Jet after jet after jet of hot fertile cum flooded my pussy and it’s truly the best feeling ever. Breed me baby…. Because either your dirty little Creampiewhore
It had been a few weeks since my last birth control pill and according to the positive ovulation test I took this morning this was the perfect time for us to make a baby. I whispered in his ear that I was ovulating, and I could feel him stretch me even more. It’s amazing how 2 little words can make his thick cock even harder.
In one quick movement he pushed me on all fours and took me from behind. Omg his cock feels amazing. I could tell that his primal need to breed me took over as he pounded my pussy…. Harder than he ever had before. I was beyond dripping wet practically begging him to fill my pussy up. It was the only thing I could think of.
That’s it baby fuck my pussy!! Pound me harder!! I want to feel your cum coating my insides! His pace quickened and I could feel his cock start to swell. I started grinding back into him seconds later I could feel his cock twitching deep inside of me, finally giving me what I longed for. Jet after jet after jet of hot fertile cum flooded my pussy and it’s truly the best feeling ever. Breed me baby…. Because either your dirty little Creampiewhore
Monday, December 11, 2017
STORY: HER POINT OF VIEW HIS POINT OF VIEW......CREATING A NEW LIFE
When we’re ready I’ll visit my OB/GYN to have my IUD removed, which is easier done during my monthly period. It being the non-hormonal type, when my time to ovulate comes, about two weeks, I’ll be just as fertile as if I never had it. As my time nears we’ll begin monitoring my cycle with fertility and ovulation tests. A couple of days prior to my ovulation we’ll begin. He’ll be excited at fulfilling his manly role of impregnating me and have me on my back again and again, fucking me again and again, cumming inside me again and again. We’ll want to assure it’s standing room only for those millions and millions of little tadpoles he’ll be putting in me to await the arrival of my guest of honor. His magnificent breeding tool shoots his streams into me at a rate of about 10 miles per, a force which pushes some straight through my cervix and into my uterus, giving them a good start on their journey to my tubes. Each time I’ll remain on my back for a while, allowing the sperm to pool in the deepest part of my pussy to allow my cervix to sip even more up into my uterus. And those little guys don’t mess around. They begin their journey further up into me immediately, a journey of 6-7 inches to where they’ll await the arrival of my egg. The fastest swimmers can be in my fallopian tubes in as little as 30 minutes. The slower ones may take up to 12 hours.
In time, one of my ovaries will release a single egg and it begins the journey to my uterus via one of my fallopian tubes, where hordes of little spermies await to swarm all over it. The ones who made their way to the wrong tube are left to just swim around with no guest of honor in sight.
My egg releases a chemical signal which the sperm detect. The sperm homes in on that chemical signal and swarm toward it, attacking my egg in full force.
They attack my egg enmasse, hundreds and hundreds attaching themselves and desperately trying to penetrate the outer shell. It may take several hours to succeed and ultimately perform the fertilization.
My egg will change instantaneously to prevent any others getting in. It’s like a protective shield that clamps down at the instant the first sperm is inside. My egg will have now been fertilized and it will continue its journey down my fallopian tube to my uterus, a journey of 2-3 days, during which time the cells will divide several times.
By the time it reaches my uterus it will be a blob of about 100 cells and will attach itself to my uterine lining.
When that happens, I will officially be pregnant. In time my tummy will begin to swell with our baby growing in me.
PART 2
Her pussy was so over sensitive when she was ovulating… She knew she shouldn’t have taken him bare at this time of month, but she ached to feel the sweet sensations of the warm skin of his cock rubbing inside her tingling pussy walls, the soft spongy head of his cock bumping her cervix, feeling him sliding in and out of her fertile pussy with no barriers.
She knew she should tell him to pull out. She knew she was taking a huge chance and could get pregnant very easily right now. She knew….but she didn’t care.
She begged him to cum inside her…to flood her fertile womb with his seed… He started driving into her harder, and she knew it was only a matter of seconds before she would feel him push in deep, filling her with his hot cum, and likely getting her pregnant.
She knew….and she couldn’t wait to feel it.
In time, one of my ovaries will release a single egg and it begins the journey to my uterus via one of my fallopian tubes, where hordes of little spermies await to swarm all over it. The ones who made their way to the wrong tube are left to just swim around with no guest of honor in sight.
My egg releases a chemical signal which the sperm detect. The sperm homes in on that chemical signal and swarm toward it, attacking my egg in full force.
They attack my egg enmasse, hundreds and hundreds attaching themselves and desperately trying to penetrate the outer shell. It may take several hours to succeed and ultimately perform the fertilization.
My egg will change instantaneously to prevent any others getting in. It’s like a protective shield that clamps down at the instant the first sperm is inside. My egg will have now been fertilized and it will continue its journey down my fallopian tube to my uterus, a journey of 2-3 days, during which time the cells will divide several times.
By the time it reaches my uterus it will be a blob of about 100 cells and will attach itself to my uterine lining.
When that happens, I will officially be pregnant. In time my tummy will begin to swell with our baby growing in me.
PART 2
Her pussy was so over sensitive when she was ovulating… She knew she shouldn’t have taken him bare at this time of month, but she ached to feel the sweet sensations of the warm skin of his cock rubbing inside her tingling pussy walls, the soft spongy head of his cock bumping her cervix, feeling him sliding in and out of her fertile pussy with no barriers.
She knew she should tell him to pull out. She knew she was taking a huge chance and could get pregnant very easily right now. She knew….but she didn’t care.
She begged him to cum inside her…to flood her fertile womb with his seed… He started driving into her harder, and she knew it was only a matter of seconds before she would feel him push in deep, filling her with his hot cum, and likely getting her pregnant.
She knew….and she couldn’t wait to feel it.
Sunday, December 3, 2017
STORY: FILLING YOU UP WITH MY SEED
I’ve met this girl a couple of times around town and from my first glance noticed that her body shape was made for breeding. That fine titty to hip to booty ratio had me sprung. I needed a leeway to get in her pants and finish inside her with one thick load as she might not be up for getting knocked up. I had to know when her most fertile time was too; basically a hit and run.
One day I came across her in the grocery store and brought up how often I saw her there. A little small talk led to a little flirting led to a phone number.
Texts followed by a date or two and finally an invitation to her place. Little did I know whether or not it was one of her ovulating days or if she was on the pill. It was worth a try anyway.
The very first thing we did was Netflix as per usual with this generation. The “chill” part creeped up a little later. I started recording her as she got a little freakier. I knew she was fertile from how kinky she was being now.
We started making out as we moved towards her room. She made her way down on her knees and started sucking my cock with passion. Fully erect and lubricated with her saliva I stood her up and leaned her on the edge of her bed. I made sure when she was sucking my cock that I took a pillow near me and put it around the place where her lower back would be when she leaned on the bed. This would bolster my chances of knocking her up.
I haven’t came for a good month just to make sure I’ve got the chunkiest load yet. As we changed positions a couple of times we ended back in our first one when I came close to finishing.
“Don’t cum inside me, baby, I’m not on the pill, cum on my tummy,” Pfffff yeah like I’m gonna waste my cum outside a girl’s pussy. Don’t think so. I kept quiet, leaned on her and held her tight so I can get a good seal. I think she could get pregnant from the precum alone from how much it leaked out and how many times I bottomed out against her cervix.
Her jelly body and tight hole got me edging up until I dug in deep, feeling the opening edges of her cervix on the tip of my cock and groaned after I lodged chunk after chunk of semen down her uterus.
“Oh my god baby did you just cum inside me? I told you I wasn’t on the pill!” she exclaimed following my half assed apology. She was well pissed and made me get her a plan B pill… little did she know that it was a placebo!
Now we play the waiting game. 5 months passed until she showed up on my doorsteps explaining how she knows that the baby inside her is mine and that she can’t afford an abortion. Well done me. I told her that I would take care of the baby on the condition that I put another one in her. Now I get to fuck her while she’s preggo and breed her with another kid! This time I can cum inside her whenever I want! Man, fucking that body never got boring. She got used to me and we didn’t stop on the second kid since another one is on the way!
PART 2
It’s obvious you and the girls at your table have been discussing me and the boys at mine since a few minutes after you all arrived. We can’t hear you, but at least one of you looks over here every few seconds, and based on the expressions on your faces it seems we might not be doing so well. Eventually, though, when my boys step to the bar for another round, you sidle over from your table and look me in the eye.
“My girlfriends think every guy in this bar is gonna be a porn-damaged bro douchebag,” you say. “Let’s see if they’re right. Tell me the fantasy you keep coming back to.”
“You mean… like a sex fantasy?” I ask. My question alone might provide all the confirmation you need, but your nod tells me all is not yet lost. A flash of instinct tells me to reveal one of my deepest secrets. “I… get really turned on by… making babies,” I say. My secret is not exactly a dark one, but it’s a deep one because it’s not “bro” at all, and who knows what humiliating turns this conversation might take.
“Hmmmmm,” you smile mischievously, raising an eyebrow. “That’s… not what I expected. But…” You squint in doubt. “OK, so… you like telling girls whatever they need to hear, knocking them up, and then disappearing, right?”
I’ve thought about this a lot but never told another person about it. “Well, it’s a sex fantasy, right? So it’s in the moment, but I do want the girl to want it just as much, so…”
“Wait, wait,” you interrupt, “you’re telling me this is… this is a love thing? Oh, come on,” you laugh, “You’re in this bar with a pure heart and sporting all the feels?”
“No, no, it’s not romantic. It’s more of a… primal thing, I guess. It’s like each of us thinks the other… has great… Oh, God, now this sounds totally lame.”
“Not yet,” you say. “You were gonna say ‘genes’ or something, right? Keep going.”
I frown in thought for a bit. “I guess realizing a woman would make healthy, smart babies makes me want her. And then I think about being the man she… chooses to… father those babies. And then I think about the sex being super-hot because we both know why we’re doing it. I don’t know, I’ve never put it into words before, so this probably makes no sense.”
“No, it does make sense… In fact,” you say, leaning in to whisper in my ear, “It’s making me wet.”
•••
Upstairs in your apartment, things move fast. You’re having some trouble getting my jeans all the way off, and I stand and start to pull them inside-out over my feet.
“So,” you say, “I don’t suppose a guy with your… idiosyncrasies carries condoms around.”
“Well, if I had any idea… Yeah.” I chuckle. “I’m not reckless on purpose.” My rigid cock stands out from my body and up a little as I look down at gorgeous you.
“But it does present an interesting situation,” you say.
I feel pre-cum oozing from the tip of my cock and you obviously enjoy the sight of it. “How so?”
There’s your puckish smile again. “I’m not on any birth control. And I’ll ovulate any time now, or maybe I already did. So we get to find out how ‘in the moment’ you are in real life.”
I would have thought it impossible for my cock to get any harder, but I feel it now. Quickly I kneel on the couch between your knees, lean down, and begin lapping at your nipples again. “Oh, God,” you moan, “So good…” I reach between your legs and part your warm folds with my middle finger to find you as slick as I remember from moments ago. You sigh throatily.
I raise my head. “The only thing I need to know,” I say, “is whether… in this moment… you want my bare cock inside you.”
“Yessss,” you breathe immediately.
I shift my hand to my cock and guide it between the swollen lips of your pussy and down to your sopping entrance. I lower my hips slightly to slip my cockhead into you, then begin easing the length of my shaft into your depths slowly, opening you steadily, feeling every millimeter of your vagina grip me. You are even more aroused than I thought; without struggle I bury my cock in you to the hilt, my heavy balls resting against your ass. Your eyes flutter open as I pause.
I want to make sure you know: “I have… a huge load of cum…"
“Mmmmm-hmmm,” you purr, sounding pleased.
“And I’m gonna shoot it all inside you,” I say, “if that’s what you want.”
“Oh, God yes,” you say, “Of course. Of course I do.”
Slowly I withdraw from you until only the tip of my cock parts your pussy lips. It feels almost as good coming out as it did going in. I feel your juices cooling on me before I plunge back inside you, and we both grunt softly as I bottom out. I realize your pussy is so drenched that my balls are already getting wet.
Is there any doubt now? But I want to hear you answer anyway. “Tell me,” I say, “Do you want me to make you pregnant?”
You seem to consider this for a second — or perhaps you are just enjoying it — but finally you whisper “Yes,” sigh, and then, even more quietly, “yes”, nodding with certainty.
I withdraw again a little more quickly and push back into you quicker still, and we both moan our relief, releasing any remnants of uncertainty. I hook my elbows behind your knees and lean forward, tilting your hips back. I pull my cock from within you and thrust more deeply, gazing down into your eyes as I set up a steady rhythm, fucking you with increasing ferocity, my balls slapping your ass.
I can feel orgasmic tension building behind the base of my cock and I feel my rigid prick filled with pre-cum and oozing freely inside you. I thought the load I had for you was big before, but now it feels half again that size, bigger than I’ve ever felt. You haven’t teased me or drawn this out, but my balls ache dully anyway, and I realize I’ll soon flood you with more semen than I’ve ever shot.
Your index and middle fingers expertly massage your clit as I relentlessly pound your engorged, soaking cunt. I hear your breaths quickening and becoming ragged until you cry out in ecstasy as your pussy clutches me so strongly you almost push me out. Fighting my way back inside you feels exquisite…
And then I’m past the point of no return. “Oh, oh God,” I moan, “Oh my…” I frantically throw myself into you as my cock and balls spasm together, pumping sperm-rich semen from deep within me. Each jet of my potent seed fills and passes the full length of my straining shaft, finally spurting freely out into your willing pussy and spattering against your cervix, coating it and pooling beneath it. Millions of my swimmers begin their search for your egg as we both feel my warm cum overflow you, squelching as we continue to fuck.
Finally, as we return to earth, I deliberately squeeze the last few dollops of my cream out into you; I want you to have all I can give. Shuddering gently, you say “Oh… I can feel you… pushing out… Oh, God… the last drops… on purpose… You really mean to do it, don’t you? ”
“In this moment,” I say, “I do.”
PART 3
“Oh god….I can feel you hitting bottom…..so deep….”
“Fuck yeah baby…gonna shoot all my cum right up inside you….”
“N-no….I’m ovulating….”
“Mmmmm……that’s even better….gonna shoot even harder in you now….”
“No….don’t…..oh god your cock…..so good…..n-no….don’t cum in me….you’ll get me pregnant for sure….”
“Mmmmmm….doesn’t that turn you on? Knowing you could be about to get knocked up RIGHT NOW?”
“Oh god yes…..no….I mean….ooooooohhhhh……”
“You want it so bad don’t you….you want me to shove this big cock right up inside you and spurt every drop of my load in you….”
“Ooooohh…..god yes……”
“You want to feel how hard I get when I cum…..how hard I’m going to cum for you….”
“Ooooh god yes…..”
“You want to feel every scalding hot spurt of my cum squirting up in you….right into your fertile, ovulating cunt…..”
“Oooooohhhh….yes…..want it so bad……”
“You want me to knock you up.”
“Oh god…..oh yes……..ooooooohhhh…..do it! Shoot your cum in me! Spray it all inside me and knock me up!!!!”
“Fuck yeah….ghere it cums baby….here it CCCUUUMMMSSSS RRRRAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!”
“OH GOD YES!!!! I CAN FEEL IT! FILL ME UP WITH YOUR HOT CUM!!!!!”
PART 4
Nothing ever felt as comfortable as this, we have been together a few months now and every minute was a joy. Today we are just relaxing, you lay with your head on my chest as we watch crappy movies, chat about anything that comes to mind and just enjoy each other. We smile a lot, laugh a lot, kiss a lot.
You turn to me and we kiss, then you say something that stops me in my tracks “I want to make you a daddy”.
My jaw drops as you continue “I came off the pill a while back, and now is my fertile time. If you want what we talked about, this would be the perfect moment”.
I catch my breath, I honestly feel like my heart will explode through my chest. How did I get to be this lucky? This beautiful, perfect girl wants my babies. A surge of emotion crashes through my body, so this is what it feels like to reallyfeel.
“Oh I want that, so much” I say as I kiss you again, the words feeling totally inadequate to express the feelings exploding inside me.
“Come on then stud, it’s time you knocked this little slut up” you say with a laugh. We kiss, deeply and passionately. My tongue and yours entwine and the world falls away. It’s just us and the life we are about to make now.
I kiss your neck and feel you groan with desire. Your hand slips up the inside of my shirt and the fell of your skin on mine is so intense I think I will explode. I find myself wondering if your touch will ever stop feeling exciting.
I undo your top and bra and your magnificent breasts tumble free. I take one of your erect nipples and flick it with my tongue, then gently suck on it as you moan. I look up into your pretty eyes, "I can’t wait till these are full of milk". "Oh god yes" is all you can manage in reply.
Slowly, carefully, intensely clothes are removed till it’s just us. I look down at you, "I love your body". Instantly you reply “I love you” and your words crush me with their intensity all I can manage to reply back is “I love you too”. The words feel strangely inadequate for the intensity of the emotion I feel for this amazing, beautiful, kind, funny, clever, sexy woman I see before me.
You spread your legs wide, your pussy is already dripping so much juice, “I want your babies”. My cock slides easily inside you, frictionless, just like everything about you. I brush the hair from your pretty face, right now I feel like I could die, my life is never going to be more perfect than this.
Your legs wrap round me and we lay still as close as two lovers can get. I can’t feel where I end and you begin, in fact I can’t feel anything except the intensity of the love between us. The moment seems to last for ever.
Looking into my eyes you simply say “Now fuck me daddy, fuck a baby into me, please”. Your words break the spell and I start to slowly grind inside you. You moan, “Oh god yes”.
We pick up speed as our bodies start a dance as old as mankind. I move from grinding to thrusting and my body overtakes me. I go from the kind gentle man you know so well into an animal intent on breeding his bitch.
I pound you hard trying to drive my baby into you by sheer force of will. My cockhead slamming into your cervix trying to open you up for my seed.
I reach down and stroke your clit and that tips you over the edge. Your climax shudders though your body “fuuucck, I’m coming daddy”.
“cum in me daddy”
“knock me up”
“give me your child”
“I want your fucking baby”
I can’t hold back an longer and I slam deep inside you. You feel my cock hard against your cervix as it explodes cum deep inside you, into your womb.
We hold each other tight, tears in our eyes as a new life is made inside you from our pure love.
PART 5
The dawn breaks. In the new light the first thing my eyes find is you. The soft rays accentuating your curves, caressing your skin. As I do now. With my hands you are now awake. We kiss.
Now my mouth moves away from yours. I am nibbling at your ears. Nuzzling at your neck. My fingers wander to your breasts. Circling your nipples, hard with excitement. I move to suckle on them too. Now my hand moves down further, between your legs. And to my delight I find your slit already slick with the wetness of your excitement. Excitement at what we are to do this morning.
For today is the day you ovulate. And we do not want to waste any time
Your hands have been busy too. They caress my balls, rub my penis, and now I am fully engorged. It didn’t take long, but we are ready. I hasten to position myself over you, and plunge between your labia and into the wonders within.
The wet pleasure of your warmth envelops me. It is our first time bare and the sensations are new. They drive me wild. Your legs wrap around me, beckoning me in further. You let out a low moan.
I start to thrust. Breathing becomes shorter, shallower. I can feel your heartbeat quicken, pulsing in your vaginal wall. I’m quivering. The air is electric with the strength and stench of our passion. I’m losing myself completely within you, until with one word you bring me back.
“Faster”, your eyes beg. I nod. It’s all I can manage. I lean back and bring your legs up onto my shoulders. I thrust again. And again.
I’m pushing deeper and faster than ever before. Your moans are coming more louder now. Building to a crescendo. Your breasts bouncing in rhythm. I’m lost, hopelessly lost. Grunting. Straining with every movement. And now your moans are screams.
Your eyes roll back. Your back arches. And now your body is convulsing in ecstasy. It pushes me over the edge. With one final thrust I plunge to the hilt within you.
Once, twice, thrice - I shudder as the power of my orgasm runs through me. Spilling each spurt of semen deeply. With pleasure you feel the warmth of my ejaculate as it spreads within you, pooling around your cervix at the opening to your womb.
Spent, we fold into each other’s arms and doze. Waiting until the new day has fully begun. And waiting for my sperm to reach your egg. Waiting for the beginning of a new life.
One day I came across her in the grocery store and brought up how often I saw her there. A little small talk led to a little flirting led to a phone number.
Texts followed by a date or two and finally an invitation to her place. Little did I know whether or not it was one of her ovulating days or if she was on the pill. It was worth a try anyway.
The very first thing we did was Netflix as per usual with this generation. The “chill” part creeped up a little later. I started recording her as she got a little freakier. I knew she was fertile from how kinky she was being now.
We started making out as we moved towards her room. She made her way down on her knees and started sucking my cock with passion. Fully erect and lubricated with her saliva I stood her up and leaned her on the edge of her bed. I made sure when she was sucking my cock that I took a pillow near me and put it around the place where her lower back would be when she leaned on the bed. This would bolster my chances of knocking her up.
I haven’t came for a good month just to make sure I’ve got the chunkiest load yet. As we changed positions a couple of times we ended back in our first one when I came close to finishing.
“Don’t cum inside me, baby, I’m not on the pill, cum on my tummy,” Pfffff yeah like I’m gonna waste my cum outside a girl’s pussy. Don’t think so. I kept quiet, leaned on her and held her tight so I can get a good seal. I think she could get pregnant from the precum alone from how much it leaked out and how many times I bottomed out against her cervix.
Her jelly body and tight hole got me edging up until I dug in deep, feeling the opening edges of her cervix on the tip of my cock and groaned after I lodged chunk after chunk of semen down her uterus.
“Oh my god baby did you just cum inside me? I told you I wasn’t on the pill!” she exclaimed following my half assed apology. She was well pissed and made me get her a plan B pill… little did she know that it was a placebo!
Now we play the waiting game. 5 months passed until she showed up on my doorsteps explaining how she knows that the baby inside her is mine and that she can’t afford an abortion. Well done me. I told her that I would take care of the baby on the condition that I put another one in her. Now I get to fuck her while she’s preggo and breed her with another kid! This time I can cum inside her whenever I want! Man, fucking that body never got boring. She got used to me and we didn’t stop on the second kid since another one is on the way!
PART 2
It’s obvious you and the girls at your table have been discussing me and the boys at mine since a few minutes after you all arrived. We can’t hear you, but at least one of you looks over here every few seconds, and based on the expressions on your faces it seems we might not be doing so well. Eventually, though, when my boys step to the bar for another round, you sidle over from your table and look me in the eye.
“My girlfriends think every guy in this bar is gonna be a porn-damaged bro douchebag,” you say. “Let’s see if they’re right. Tell me the fantasy you keep coming back to.”
“You mean… like a sex fantasy?” I ask. My question alone might provide all the confirmation you need, but your nod tells me all is not yet lost. A flash of instinct tells me to reveal one of my deepest secrets. “I… get really turned on by… making babies,” I say. My secret is not exactly a dark one, but it’s a deep one because it’s not “bro” at all, and who knows what humiliating turns this conversation might take.
“Hmmmmm,” you smile mischievously, raising an eyebrow. “That’s… not what I expected. But…” You squint in doubt. “OK, so… you like telling girls whatever they need to hear, knocking them up, and then disappearing, right?”
I’ve thought about this a lot but never told another person about it. “Well, it’s a sex fantasy, right? So it’s in the moment, but I do want the girl to want it just as much, so…”
“Wait, wait,” you interrupt, “you’re telling me this is… this is a love thing? Oh, come on,” you laugh, “You’re in this bar with a pure heart and sporting all the feels?”
“No, no, it’s not romantic. It’s more of a… primal thing, I guess. It’s like each of us thinks the other… has great… Oh, God, now this sounds totally lame.”
“Not yet,” you say. “You were gonna say ‘genes’ or something, right? Keep going.”
I frown in thought for a bit. “I guess realizing a woman would make healthy, smart babies makes me want her. And then I think about being the man she… chooses to… father those babies. And then I think about the sex being super-hot because we both know why we’re doing it. I don’t know, I’ve never put it into words before, so this probably makes no sense.”
“No, it does make sense… In fact,” you say, leaning in to whisper in my ear, “It’s making me wet.”
•••
Upstairs in your apartment, things move fast. You’re having some trouble getting my jeans all the way off, and I stand and start to pull them inside-out over my feet.
“So,” you say, “I don’t suppose a guy with your… idiosyncrasies carries condoms around.”
“Well, if I had any idea… Yeah.” I chuckle. “I’m not reckless on purpose.” My rigid cock stands out from my body and up a little as I look down at gorgeous you.
“But it does present an interesting situation,” you say.
I feel pre-cum oozing from the tip of my cock and you obviously enjoy the sight of it. “How so?”
There’s your puckish smile again. “I’m not on any birth control. And I’ll ovulate any time now, or maybe I already did. So we get to find out how ‘in the moment’ you are in real life.”
I would have thought it impossible for my cock to get any harder, but I feel it now. Quickly I kneel on the couch between your knees, lean down, and begin lapping at your nipples again. “Oh, God,” you moan, “So good…” I reach between your legs and part your warm folds with my middle finger to find you as slick as I remember from moments ago. You sigh throatily.
I raise my head. “The only thing I need to know,” I say, “is whether… in this moment… you want my bare cock inside you.”
“Yessss,” you breathe immediately.
I shift my hand to my cock and guide it between the swollen lips of your pussy and down to your sopping entrance. I lower my hips slightly to slip my cockhead into you, then begin easing the length of my shaft into your depths slowly, opening you steadily, feeling every millimeter of your vagina grip me. You are even more aroused than I thought; without struggle I bury my cock in you to the hilt, my heavy balls resting against your ass. Your eyes flutter open as I pause.
I want to make sure you know: “I have… a huge load of cum…"
“Mmmmm-hmmm,” you purr, sounding pleased.
“And I’m gonna shoot it all inside you,” I say, “if that’s what you want.”
“Oh, God yes,” you say, “Of course. Of course I do.”
Slowly I withdraw from you until only the tip of my cock parts your pussy lips. It feels almost as good coming out as it did going in. I feel your juices cooling on me before I plunge back inside you, and we both grunt softly as I bottom out. I realize your pussy is so drenched that my balls are already getting wet.
Is there any doubt now? But I want to hear you answer anyway. “Tell me,” I say, “Do you want me to make you pregnant?”
You seem to consider this for a second — or perhaps you are just enjoying it — but finally you whisper “Yes,” sigh, and then, even more quietly, “yes”, nodding with certainty.
I withdraw again a little more quickly and push back into you quicker still, and we both moan our relief, releasing any remnants of uncertainty. I hook my elbows behind your knees and lean forward, tilting your hips back. I pull my cock from within you and thrust more deeply, gazing down into your eyes as I set up a steady rhythm, fucking you with increasing ferocity, my balls slapping your ass.
I can feel orgasmic tension building behind the base of my cock and I feel my rigid prick filled with pre-cum and oozing freely inside you. I thought the load I had for you was big before, but now it feels half again that size, bigger than I’ve ever felt. You haven’t teased me or drawn this out, but my balls ache dully anyway, and I realize I’ll soon flood you with more semen than I’ve ever shot.
Your index and middle fingers expertly massage your clit as I relentlessly pound your engorged, soaking cunt. I hear your breaths quickening and becoming ragged until you cry out in ecstasy as your pussy clutches me so strongly you almost push me out. Fighting my way back inside you feels exquisite…
And then I’m past the point of no return. “Oh, oh God,” I moan, “Oh my…” I frantically throw myself into you as my cock and balls spasm together, pumping sperm-rich semen from deep within me. Each jet of my potent seed fills and passes the full length of my straining shaft, finally spurting freely out into your willing pussy and spattering against your cervix, coating it and pooling beneath it. Millions of my swimmers begin their search for your egg as we both feel my warm cum overflow you, squelching as we continue to fuck.
Finally, as we return to earth, I deliberately squeeze the last few dollops of my cream out into you; I want you to have all I can give. Shuddering gently, you say “Oh… I can feel you… pushing out… Oh, God… the last drops… on purpose… You really mean to do it, don’t you? ”
“In this moment,” I say, “I do.”
PART 3
“Oh god….I can feel you hitting bottom…..so deep….”
“Fuck yeah baby…gonna shoot all my cum right up inside you….”
“N-no….I’m ovulating….”
“Mmmmm……that’s even better….gonna shoot even harder in you now….”
“No….don’t…..oh god your cock…..so good…..n-no….don’t cum in me….you’ll get me pregnant for sure….”
“Mmmmmm….doesn’t that turn you on? Knowing you could be about to get knocked up RIGHT NOW?”
“Oh god yes…..no….I mean….ooooooohhhhh……”
“You want it so bad don’t you….you want me to shove this big cock right up inside you and spurt every drop of my load in you….”
“Ooooohh…..god yes……”
“You want to feel how hard I get when I cum…..how hard I’m going to cum for you….”
“Ooooh god yes…..”
“You want to feel every scalding hot spurt of my cum squirting up in you….right into your fertile, ovulating cunt…..”
“Oooooohhhh….yes…..want it so bad……”
“You want me to knock you up.”
“Oh god…..oh yes……..ooooooohhhh…..do it! Shoot your cum in me! Spray it all inside me and knock me up!!!!”
“Fuck yeah….ghere it cums baby….here it CCCUUUMMMSSSS RRRRAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!”
“OH GOD YES!!!! I CAN FEEL IT! FILL ME UP WITH YOUR HOT CUM!!!!!”
PART 4
Nothing ever felt as comfortable as this, we have been together a few months now and every minute was a joy. Today we are just relaxing, you lay with your head on my chest as we watch crappy movies, chat about anything that comes to mind and just enjoy each other. We smile a lot, laugh a lot, kiss a lot.
You turn to me and we kiss, then you say something that stops me in my tracks “I want to make you a daddy”.
My jaw drops as you continue “I came off the pill a while back, and now is my fertile time. If you want what we talked about, this would be the perfect moment”.
I catch my breath, I honestly feel like my heart will explode through my chest. How did I get to be this lucky? This beautiful, perfect girl wants my babies. A surge of emotion crashes through my body, so this is what it feels like to reallyfeel.
“Oh I want that, so much” I say as I kiss you again, the words feeling totally inadequate to express the feelings exploding inside me.
“Come on then stud, it’s time you knocked this little slut up” you say with a laugh. We kiss, deeply and passionately. My tongue and yours entwine and the world falls away. It’s just us and the life we are about to make now.
I kiss your neck and feel you groan with desire. Your hand slips up the inside of my shirt and the fell of your skin on mine is so intense I think I will explode. I find myself wondering if your touch will ever stop feeling exciting.
I undo your top and bra and your magnificent breasts tumble free. I take one of your erect nipples and flick it with my tongue, then gently suck on it as you moan. I look up into your pretty eyes, "I can’t wait till these are full of milk". "Oh god yes" is all you can manage in reply.
Slowly, carefully, intensely clothes are removed till it’s just us. I look down at you, "I love your body". Instantly you reply “I love you” and your words crush me with their intensity all I can manage to reply back is “I love you too”. The words feel strangely inadequate for the intensity of the emotion I feel for this amazing, beautiful, kind, funny, clever, sexy woman I see before me.
You spread your legs wide, your pussy is already dripping so much juice, “I want your babies”. My cock slides easily inside you, frictionless, just like everything about you. I brush the hair from your pretty face, right now I feel like I could die, my life is never going to be more perfect than this.
Your legs wrap round me and we lay still as close as two lovers can get. I can’t feel where I end and you begin, in fact I can’t feel anything except the intensity of the love between us. The moment seems to last for ever.
Looking into my eyes you simply say “Now fuck me daddy, fuck a baby into me, please”. Your words break the spell and I start to slowly grind inside you. You moan, “Oh god yes”.
We pick up speed as our bodies start a dance as old as mankind. I move from grinding to thrusting and my body overtakes me. I go from the kind gentle man you know so well into an animal intent on breeding his bitch.
I pound you hard trying to drive my baby into you by sheer force of will. My cockhead slamming into your cervix trying to open you up for my seed.
I reach down and stroke your clit and that tips you over the edge. Your climax shudders though your body “fuuucck, I’m coming daddy”.
“cum in me daddy”
“knock me up”
“give me your child”
“I want your fucking baby”
I can’t hold back an longer and I slam deep inside you. You feel my cock hard against your cervix as it explodes cum deep inside you, into your womb.
We hold each other tight, tears in our eyes as a new life is made inside you from our pure love.
PART 5
The dawn breaks. In the new light the first thing my eyes find is you. The soft rays accentuating your curves, caressing your skin. As I do now. With my hands you are now awake. We kiss.
Now my mouth moves away from yours. I am nibbling at your ears. Nuzzling at your neck. My fingers wander to your breasts. Circling your nipples, hard with excitement. I move to suckle on them too. Now my hand moves down further, between your legs. And to my delight I find your slit already slick with the wetness of your excitement. Excitement at what we are to do this morning.
For today is the day you ovulate. And we do not want to waste any time
Your hands have been busy too. They caress my balls, rub my penis, and now I am fully engorged. It didn’t take long, but we are ready. I hasten to position myself over you, and plunge between your labia and into the wonders within.
The wet pleasure of your warmth envelops me. It is our first time bare and the sensations are new. They drive me wild. Your legs wrap around me, beckoning me in further. You let out a low moan.
I start to thrust. Breathing becomes shorter, shallower. I can feel your heartbeat quicken, pulsing in your vaginal wall. I’m quivering. The air is electric with the strength and stench of our passion. I’m losing myself completely within you, until with one word you bring me back.
“Faster”, your eyes beg. I nod. It’s all I can manage. I lean back and bring your legs up onto my shoulders. I thrust again. And again.
I’m pushing deeper and faster than ever before. Your moans are coming more louder now. Building to a crescendo. Your breasts bouncing in rhythm. I’m lost, hopelessly lost. Grunting. Straining with every movement. And now your moans are screams.
Your eyes roll back. Your back arches. And now your body is convulsing in ecstasy. It pushes me over the edge. With one final thrust I plunge to the hilt within you.
Once, twice, thrice - I shudder as the power of my orgasm runs through me. Spilling each spurt of semen deeply. With pleasure you feel the warmth of my ejaculate as it spreads within you, pooling around your cervix at the opening to your womb.
Spent, we fold into each other’s arms and doze. Waiting until the new day has fully begun. And waiting for my sperm to reach your egg. Waiting for the beginning of a new life.
Friday, November 24, 2017
STORY: I WANTED TO BECOME HIS SEX SLAVE
I thought I was looking for a boyfriend when I set up my online dating profile.
I’d never had much luck with dating. It wasn’t that I wasn’t interested — I’d always loved men. Dating them was fun, the balance between a mans personality and my own feminine one was electric, it kept things interesting. But for whatever reason it never lasted very long. I’d do things like leave town for days without telling him or bringing my phone, or stay in bed with a book all day and forget to answer his texts.
It just wasn’t second nature for me to be tied down and predictable.
When I met John online I expected the same cycle to occur. We met up at the corner dive bar where I prefer to meet all my first dates. He complimented my lip color — it’s always a great sign when a man isn’t intimidated by lipstick. He asked me about my work and he told me about his job in the military and that he was in Iraq. I told him that the idea of a guy being associated with something somewhat dangerous was exciting. He smiled mischievously and said, “You have no idea.”
Girls don’t need tricks to get guys to come home with them at the end of dates but I happen to have an excellent one anyway: I live in a condo along the river in my city. A walk along the river is the perfect nightcap to any date and the guy will always walk me up afterwards, “to make sure I get home safe .”
So John was sitting on my bed while I made some drinks and thought about whether I wanted to have sex with him that night. I was attracted to him, sure, he was broad shouldered and tall with dark hair and dark eyes I couldn’t stop staring into. There was no strong reason not to, I figured, but we may as we’ll wait another date in case he was one of those guys that’s weird about first date sex.
That changed fairly quickly.
I handed him his drink and he announced, “I’m going to enjoy this drink while you suck my cock.”
“Excuse me?!?” I couldn’t have possibly heard him correctly.
“This looks like a great drink, and it’s going to be even better while you’re blowing me.” He stopped to take in my negative expression and lifted my head with a single finger under my chin. “A girl like you can make a man really happy. You want that, it’s what makes you special.”
I couldn’t deny that he had some sort of power over me at this point. The way he was controlling the situation turned me on and his hand caressing my face stirred up a familiar feeling in my abdomen.
What did I have to lose?
So I obliged him. I set my drink down and kneeled before him, unzipping his pants.
I wasn’t surprised to find his cock was larger than average, it’s this way with most confident men, like a chicken and egg thing. I flicked my tongue over the head of his penis a few times before I began to take him in my mouth. He watched me cooly, taking a swig of his drink.
Inside somewhere, a deep need to impress him rose. I went to town. I kissed and licked and deep throated. I massaged the sweet spot at the tippy top of his shaft on the underside. I took his balls in my mouth and swirled my tongue around. I gave him my A-game and looked up, searching for approval written on his face. It was there, but not as fully as I’d hoped for.
“To completion,” he reminded me.
I slid my hands down his forearms and the grasped his hands, depositing them on the back of my head. This wasn’t one of my “moves”, I didn’t know what I was doing anymore. I was on autopilot now.
He had two fistfuls of my hair, one on each side of my head. He was gentle, but firm as he held me in place, thrusting his hips and pouring himself into my mouth. It was uncomfortable at first, I worried about gagging. But I heard him gasp as he slipped into my throat and I knew this was special for him — he was enjoying himself, losing control, losing himself to me.
I may have been the one kneeling on the floor, but he was at my mercy, he was in ecstasy, and he needed me to feel this way.
I held up my hands, showing him I wasn’t going to resist and he groaned loudly in excitement. He thrust faster into my mouth, careful to make his movement fluid. This time I felt his grip tighten on my hair as he didn’t allow his dick to slide back out of my mouth. He held me there. I could feel him tensing up so I made an extra effort to hold this position, and I was rewarded with his loudest groan yet and a mouthful of salty cum.
I swallowed and licked my lips. I felt satisfied somehow.
He grinned and stared down at me. “I told you you would like it.”
He laid down on my bed and I instantly curled up next to him. I felt happy and comfortable. With my head on his chest I reached up and began massaging his scalp, my sudden need to please this man had not been satiated.
“What do you want?” I asked him.
“I want to come over two or three times a week and stand over you and fuck your throat. I don’t want to jerk off anymore.”
I gulped. This was definitely not what I was looking for. It was sleazy. “What if I want more than that?”
“But you don’t want more. You just think you’re supposed to want more. Did you hear yourself earlier? You told me you don’t like being tied down. And look at you, look at how your body responded to being my sex slave.”
He quickly reached down and knocked my thighs apart. Before I could register what he was doing his fingers were inside me and my back was arched. Holy shit, I gasped as he masterfully, rhythmically rubbed my gspot with the tips of his fingers.
I looked down at him to see that he was hard again, and grinned.
He got up and kneeled between my legs and pulled me up, so my butt was resting on his thighs, legs wrapped around his waist.
“I am going to fuck you and then we’ll sleep here together and you’ll see. This is better than dating — to give ourselves to each other completely.”
I nodded. This was exciting, and what else was I going to do tonight?
He grabbed his drink off the nightstand and poured a bit into my mouth before kissing me and sucking the taste of whiskey off my tongue. He trailed the dewey glass down my neck to my collarbone and I shivered. He took the remaining ice cube and deposited it in his mouth before leaning down and kissing my nipple. It was the most divine sensation, heat and ice.
I felt his hips move under mine and the his cock sliding around my wet pussy, but not entering. I always loved it when guys did this, the anticipation was unbearable, in an addictive way. It made time stand still.
“You’re such a good girl, ,” he mumbled as he kissed my neck, clearly enjoying himself. I lifted my hips to meet his and he drove his cock deep inside me. That moment — the first time it goes in — is always the best. It always reminds me why we do such crazy stuff for sex, it really is that good. I let him cum inside of me without a condom. I also blew him 6 more times that night.
I’d consider his offer later. He didn’t need an answer now. He just needed me to be here, writhing with pleasure as he had his way with me.
I’d never had much luck with dating. It wasn’t that I wasn’t interested — I’d always loved men. Dating them was fun, the balance between a mans personality and my own feminine one was electric, it kept things interesting. But for whatever reason it never lasted very long. I’d do things like leave town for days without telling him or bringing my phone, or stay in bed with a book all day and forget to answer his texts.
It just wasn’t second nature for me to be tied down and predictable.
When I met John online I expected the same cycle to occur. We met up at the corner dive bar where I prefer to meet all my first dates. He complimented my lip color — it’s always a great sign when a man isn’t intimidated by lipstick. He asked me about my work and he told me about his job in the military and that he was in Iraq. I told him that the idea of a guy being associated with something somewhat dangerous was exciting. He smiled mischievously and said, “You have no idea.”
Girls don’t need tricks to get guys to come home with them at the end of dates but I happen to have an excellent one anyway: I live in a condo along the river in my city. A walk along the river is the perfect nightcap to any date and the guy will always walk me up afterwards, “to make sure I get home safe .”
So John was sitting on my bed while I made some drinks and thought about whether I wanted to have sex with him that night. I was attracted to him, sure, he was broad shouldered and tall with dark hair and dark eyes I couldn’t stop staring into. There was no strong reason not to, I figured, but we may as we’ll wait another date in case he was one of those guys that’s weird about first date sex.
That changed fairly quickly.
I handed him his drink and he announced, “I’m going to enjoy this drink while you suck my cock.”
“Excuse me?!?” I couldn’t have possibly heard him correctly.
“This looks like a great drink, and it’s going to be even better while you’re blowing me.” He stopped to take in my negative expression and lifted my head with a single finger under my chin. “A girl like you can make a man really happy. You want that, it’s what makes you special.”
I couldn’t deny that he had some sort of power over me at this point. The way he was controlling the situation turned me on and his hand caressing my face stirred up a familiar feeling in my abdomen.
What did I have to lose?
So I obliged him. I set my drink down and kneeled before him, unzipping his pants.
I wasn’t surprised to find his cock was larger than average, it’s this way with most confident men, like a chicken and egg thing. I flicked my tongue over the head of his penis a few times before I began to take him in my mouth. He watched me cooly, taking a swig of his drink.
Inside somewhere, a deep need to impress him rose. I went to town. I kissed and licked and deep throated. I massaged the sweet spot at the tippy top of his shaft on the underside. I took his balls in my mouth and swirled my tongue around. I gave him my A-game and looked up, searching for approval written on his face. It was there, but not as fully as I’d hoped for.
“To completion,” he reminded me.
I slid my hands down his forearms and the grasped his hands, depositing them on the back of my head. This wasn’t one of my “moves”, I didn’t know what I was doing anymore. I was on autopilot now.
He had two fistfuls of my hair, one on each side of my head. He was gentle, but firm as he held me in place, thrusting his hips and pouring himself into my mouth. It was uncomfortable at first, I worried about gagging. But I heard him gasp as he slipped into my throat and I knew this was special for him — he was enjoying himself, losing control, losing himself to me.
I may have been the one kneeling on the floor, but he was at my mercy, he was in ecstasy, and he needed me to feel this way.
I held up my hands, showing him I wasn’t going to resist and he groaned loudly in excitement. He thrust faster into my mouth, careful to make his movement fluid. This time I felt his grip tighten on my hair as he didn’t allow his dick to slide back out of my mouth. He held me there. I could feel him tensing up so I made an extra effort to hold this position, and I was rewarded with his loudest groan yet and a mouthful of salty cum.
I swallowed and licked my lips. I felt satisfied somehow.
He grinned and stared down at me. “I told you you would like it.”
He laid down on my bed and I instantly curled up next to him. I felt happy and comfortable. With my head on his chest I reached up and began massaging his scalp, my sudden need to please this man had not been satiated.
“What do you want?” I asked him.
“I want to come over two or three times a week and stand over you and fuck your throat. I don’t want to jerk off anymore.”
I gulped. This was definitely not what I was looking for. It was sleazy. “What if I want more than that?”
“But you don’t want more. You just think you’re supposed to want more. Did you hear yourself earlier? You told me you don’t like being tied down. And look at you, look at how your body responded to being my sex slave.”
He quickly reached down and knocked my thighs apart. Before I could register what he was doing his fingers were inside me and my back was arched. Holy shit, I gasped as he masterfully, rhythmically rubbed my gspot with the tips of his fingers.
I looked down at him to see that he was hard again, and grinned.
He got up and kneeled between my legs and pulled me up, so my butt was resting on his thighs, legs wrapped around his waist.
“I am going to fuck you and then we’ll sleep here together and you’ll see. This is better than dating — to give ourselves to each other completely.”
I nodded. This was exciting, and what else was I going to do tonight?
He grabbed his drink off the nightstand and poured a bit into my mouth before kissing me and sucking the taste of whiskey off my tongue. He trailed the dewey glass down my neck to my collarbone and I shivered. He took the remaining ice cube and deposited it in his mouth before leaning down and kissing my nipple. It was the most divine sensation, heat and ice.
I felt his hips move under mine and the his cock sliding around my wet pussy, but not entering. I always loved it when guys did this, the anticipation was unbearable, in an addictive way. It made time stand still.
“You’re such a good girl, ,” he mumbled as he kissed my neck, clearly enjoying himself. I lifted my hips to meet his and he drove his cock deep inside me. That moment — the first time it goes in — is always the best. It always reminds me why we do such crazy stuff for sex, it really is that good. I let him cum inside of me without a condom. I also blew him 6 more times that night.
I’d consider his offer later. He didn’t need an answer now. He just needed me to be here, writhing with pleasure as he had his way with me.
Thursday, November 23, 2017
STORY: SHE WANTED MY BABY.
We laid on the bed cuddling and about 5-10 minutes, when she suddenly took my pants off and grabbed my cock. I could tell something was a little different. There was an assertiveness in the way she did it. I don’t know why but it really turned me on! There was no messing around, it was more of a determined sensation to it. I could feel her desire to get me hard quickly! Her hands and mouth worked in harmony making me so hard that it almost hurt. It felt like her natural instinct knew exactly what to do! It was like her pussy was controlling her mouth and hands! She used her hands to keep my cock locked in position, while she mouth fucked my cock to attention! In one quick move, she climbed on top of me, hovering her wet pussy over my cock! and everything was happening so fast that I became a passenger in this situation.
She grabbed my cock with one hand and guided it into her pussy as she slid down, pushing it deep, really deep! Her pussy was so wet! I could feel her pussy opening up and swallowing the super hard cock that she had created. I still remember the feeling as she pressed in deep, making sure she had all of me inside her. I was almost certain I could feel her cervix at the tip of my cock. It was her way of saying, this was exactly where she wanted me to cum! Within a few milliseconds, she got herself ready and started to thrust her body up and down. Her pussy was tight and in a matter of seconds, she was moving so fast it took me a short while to realise that I was the one getting fucked! Her body somehow clamped itself over my cock and I could feel her leg and body muscles working hard, clearly getting their instructions from her very wet pussy! Her pussy had complete control over my whole body!
There was no stopping her! Every thrust she made was making more and more sperm in my ball sacks! I couldn’t believe how hard I was being fucked! This is when I realised that its only a pussy not on birth control that can milk a cock that hard! I could literally feel my ball sacks filling up with cum! Her pussy must have known because her rapid strokes became long and deep! Somehow her pussy knew that it was time to harvest every drop of cum it had made. There was no way I could hold back! I was almost in tears as she fucked me into heaven! My ball sacks were about to explode! Her pussy was so tight I could feel every wet inch. I sensed her body really clamping down, making it harder to escape her grasp, creating the perfect conditions for the delivery of baby juice into her wanting fertile pussy! I can’t say this was a gentle and sensual experience, it was about taking biology literally and fucking the sperm out of my balls sacks!
At the very last stroke, she was so strong! I couldn’t believe that a woman with such a small body frame had that much power to keep me in my place! All the baby juice that she had worked so hard to make, was being delivered deep into her pussy! The contents of my ball sacks were being emptied as each violent contraction was making massive explosions deep inside her body! She instinctively pressed deep onto my cock, waiting for the next stream of cum jetting into her pussy. She pressed so deep, that the tip of my cock was spurting cum through the door of her cervix. A hard milking like this is never over, her pussy muscles were still working hard, making sure that it got every drop of cum. After a few moments, she stayed on top for while, using my dick to stop any of my DNA from leaking out.
There was no talking during the whole session (which didn’t last for very long). I could hardly muster words together, never mind making a whole sentence. She never said “cum inside me” or anything like that. Her body did all the talking and the only thing you could hear was the slapping of our bodies as they rapidly reunited; and that wet sloppy sound of our baby making juices being mixed together. I later found out that she was ovulating that day and that she had decided that she wanted me to give her a baby.
She grabbed my cock with one hand and guided it into her pussy as she slid down, pushing it deep, really deep! Her pussy was so wet! I could feel her pussy opening up and swallowing the super hard cock that she had created. I still remember the feeling as she pressed in deep, making sure she had all of me inside her. I was almost certain I could feel her cervix at the tip of my cock. It was her way of saying, this was exactly where she wanted me to cum! Within a few milliseconds, she got herself ready and started to thrust her body up and down. Her pussy was tight and in a matter of seconds, she was moving so fast it took me a short while to realise that I was the one getting fucked! Her body somehow clamped itself over my cock and I could feel her leg and body muscles working hard, clearly getting their instructions from her very wet pussy! Her pussy had complete control over my whole body!
There was no stopping her! Every thrust she made was making more and more sperm in my ball sacks! I couldn’t believe how hard I was being fucked! This is when I realised that its only a pussy not on birth control that can milk a cock that hard! I could literally feel my ball sacks filling up with cum! Her pussy must have known because her rapid strokes became long and deep! Somehow her pussy knew that it was time to harvest every drop of cum it had made. There was no way I could hold back! I was almost in tears as she fucked me into heaven! My ball sacks were about to explode! Her pussy was so tight I could feel every wet inch. I sensed her body really clamping down, making it harder to escape her grasp, creating the perfect conditions for the delivery of baby juice into her wanting fertile pussy! I can’t say this was a gentle and sensual experience, it was about taking biology literally and fucking the sperm out of my balls sacks!
At the very last stroke, she was so strong! I couldn’t believe that a woman with such a small body frame had that much power to keep me in my place! All the baby juice that she had worked so hard to make, was being delivered deep into her pussy! The contents of my ball sacks were being emptied as each violent contraction was making massive explosions deep inside her body! She instinctively pressed deep onto my cock, waiting for the next stream of cum jetting into her pussy. She pressed so deep, that the tip of my cock was spurting cum through the door of her cervix. A hard milking like this is never over, her pussy muscles were still working hard, making sure that it got every drop of cum. After a few moments, she stayed on top for while, using my dick to stop any of my DNA from leaking out.
There was no talking during the whole session (which didn’t last for very long). I could hardly muster words together, never mind making a whole sentence. She never said “cum inside me” or anything like that. Her body did all the talking and the only thing you could hear was the slapping of our bodies as they rapidly reunited; and that wet sloppy sound of our baby making juices being mixed together. I later found out that she was ovulating that day and that she had decided that she wanted me to give her a baby.
Wednesday, November 22, 2017
STORY: MEETING THE ALPHA MALE OF HER DREAM
Sometimes, what we want in our lives isn’t control but rather, the loss of control…
… the need to be free of responsibility and just hold on for the ride.
… the desire to know we are special enough to make another person want to lose it because we are worth it.
… to be able to see and experience that hidden side of our partner wholly and without interruption from our actions, nor hesitation on their part.
The exhilarating freedom that comes from surrender as we feel the comforting weight of their body atop ours or the grip of their fingers into our skin from an excess of emotion; the assurance that we want to be taken in the most primal and wanton of ways possible without active input on our part…
… a chance to engage in a passionate encounter so consuming we don’t care if the bed is creaking or the neighbours can hear.
… a moment to be a man or a woman rutting feverishly rather than two dull people having sex.
… and last, but not least, to be able to moan and swear heatedly as you experience the hot, visceral spurt of aching climax that makes you cry out their name like a curse: not an orgasm that is blissful and leaves you feeling like a lover, but one wretched and draining that let’s you know how much of an animal that no one else knows you can be.
What had started as an diverting night at the bar, had turned more intense than she would have imagined her evening would be tonight - all because she had dressed in particular manner and blurted out one of her particular catchphrases. That’s when she felt his eyes on her.
She didn’t know who he was, not at first anyway. But the intensity of his eyes made her fidget and restless - he wasn’t going to be ignored - and so she turned to face him. He was the alpha male she was looking for. Dreamed about.
And she knew. Not his real name, no one traded that online to strangers, but they had traded other things; late nights spent breathing deeply as she typed salacious words of need and want and longing, biting her nail as she tapped the enter key as she committed the words to him to fuel his lust that in turn kindled hers. All the while safe in the anonymity of being behind a screen, and she more brazen because of it.
Her breath now quickened again, much as it had before - here, before her, was not some faceless fantasist, or even an uncharming pervert she had half-suspect lay on the other side of the screen - well proportioned and charming, he was as much a specimen as he was a man. A stranger, just less, but one who knew all the things that made her writhe in her bed or leave her computer when the pangs of desire came too great to bear.
He came to her, and she knew what would come. As a person, she needed to stand her ground. The elemental woman in her wanted to submit.
The bed groaned as she landed hard upon her back; her hair dishevelled, her face flushed, her body womanly and naked and perfect. Somewhere at the bar, her friends were probably still giggling over something silly, but she was here, watching him pushing the door closed and turning the lock. Click. It sounded loud, like the sound of her fate being sealed. Then she watched him undress. The room felt hot, but a shiver ran down her spine. Between her legs, the lips of her sex were already wet, even though he had barely touched her.
Anticipation.
Her breathing started to become ragged, yet all he was doing was walking towards her. His cock was hard and large and in his hand as he made a show of stroking it with smooth, practised motions that whispered of many lewd nights she had spent to inspire him to it. There was no sign that he had a condom or was intending to use one… She thought to tell him, but made the mistake of locking eyes with his and the words caught in her throat.
The bed creaked. From her mouth, a soft gasp issued. His hands seized her legs with strong fingers and parted them almost effortlessly, and her breathing was quicker now. His eyes weren’t those of a man looking for a quick fuck - they took her in, everything about her, in her entirety. He didn’t want to have her pussy. He wanted to have her.
It was debatable whether she could muster any resistance.
He filled her in one thrust. Stretching her to make her toes curl and her fingers dig into his arm. Disengaging her, he held her down by the wrists. The bed began to object vocally to their carnal exchange, yet there was no room in the primitive mind for care or concern except for the act of claiming and being claimed. Their voices mixed; moans, grunts, inarticulate cries of pleasure and the taunts of flesh striking flesh in the unmistakable articulation of sex.
He took her the way she wanted; the way she dreamed - deep, harsh thrusting strokes of his bare cock into the soaked folds of her womanhood that sent waves of dizzying pleasure uncoiling through her body and resounding in the tips of her nipples and the sobs of her lips that she managed between drinking down deep breaths of air.
In her ear, the sound of his primitive groans urged her to thrust her hips back up into his. She wanted his cock, and she wanted the other thing he had to offer her greedy, clenching cunt that rippled in spasms around his girth.
And then…
The moment, she secretly desired. His blunted, swollen head, kissing the entrance to her womb as he took hold of her legs and threw them back. Her vagina felt like it had melted a lifetime ago, hot and wet and well used. A temple.
His temple.
He asked her if she was on the pill and his eyes demanded no lies. Her face was halfway between shock and confusion, as though it had been a crucial detail she had forgotten, but the walls of her pussy squeezed convulsively.
His face turned savage. His hips welded to her as the loose sack of semen-laden balls kissed the tight circles of her anus. He ground her into the mattress until the seductive call of her slippery passage became unbearable and the thick, ivory flood of his genetic material came, angry and fierce as his hot desire to claim her and own her.
Delicate pink lips parted in a wordless ‘O’. Above her, his eyes had become blind, but his hips continued to work her as though possessed. Now, he was fulfilling her deepest, darkest desires; desires she had typed out and told him with brutal and shocking explicitness in a night of lust-addled desire meant to scandalise and entice. Enticement to which he now responded as he spilled his seed and bred her pussy with every intention of making her carry his baby.
… the need to be free of responsibility and just hold on for the ride.
… the desire to know we are special enough to make another person want to lose it because we are worth it.
… to be able to see and experience that hidden side of our partner wholly and without interruption from our actions, nor hesitation on their part.
The exhilarating freedom that comes from surrender as we feel the comforting weight of their body atop ours or the grip of their fingers into our skin from an excess of emotion; the assurance that we want to be taken in the most primal and wanton of ways possible without active input on our part…
… a chance to engage in a passionate encounter so consuming we don’t care if the bed is creaking or the neighbours can hear.
… a moment to be a man or a woman rutting feverishly rather than two dull people having sex.
… and last, but not least, to be able to moan and swear heatedly as you experience the hot, visceral spurt of aching climax that makes you cry out their name like a curse: not an orgasm that is blissful and leaves you feeling like a lover, but one wretched and draining that let’s you know how much of an animal that no one else knows you can be.
What had started as an diverting night at the bar, had turned more intense than she would have imagined her evening would be tonight - all because she had dressed in particular manner and blurted out one of her particular catchphrases. That’s when she felt his eyes on her.
She didn’t know who he was, not at first anyway. But the intensity of his eyes made her fidget and restless - he wasn’t going to be ignored - and so she turned to face him. He was the alpha male she was looking for. Dreamed about.
And she knew. Not his real name, no one traded that online to strangers, but they had traded other things; late nights spent breathing deeply as she typed salacious words of need and want and longing, biting her nail as she tapped the enter key as she committed the words to him to fuel his lust that in turn kindled hers. All the while safe in the anonymity of being behind a screen, and she more brazen because of it.
Her breath now quickened again, much as it had before - here, before her, was not some faceless fantasist, or even an uncharming pervert she had half-suspect lay on the other side of the screen - well proportioned and charming, he was as much a specimen as he was a man. A stranger, just less, but one who knew all the things that made her writhe in her bed or leave her computer when the pangs of desire came too great to bear.
He came to her, and she knew what would come. As a person, she needed to stand her ground. The elemental woman in her wanted to submit.
The bed groaned as she landed hard upon her back; her hair dishevelled, her face flushed, her body womanly and naked and perfect. Somewhere at the bar, her friends were probably still giggling over something silly, but she was here, watching him pushing the door closed and turning the lock. Click. It sounded loud, like the sound of her fate being sealed. Then she watched him undress. The room felt hot, but a shiver ran down her spine. Between her legs, the lips of her sex were already wet, even though he had barely touched her.
Anticipation.
Her breathing started to become ragged, yet all he was doing was walking towards her. His cock was hard and large and in his hand as he made a show of stroking it with smooth, practised motions that whispered of many lewd nights she had spent to inspire him to it. There was no sign that he had a condom or was intending to use one… She thought to tell him, but made the mistake of locking eyes with his and the words caught in her throat.
The bed creaked. From her mouth, a soft gasp issued. His hands seized her legs with strong fingers and parted them almost effortlessly, and her breathing was quicker now. His eyes weren’t those of a man looking for a quick fuck - they took her in, everything about her, in her entirety. He didn’t want to have her pussy. He wanted to have her.
It was debatable whether she could muster any resistance.
He filled her in one thrust. Stretching her to make her toes curl and her fingers dig into his arm. Disengaging her, he held her down by the wrists. The bed began to object vocally to their carnal exchange, yet there was no room in the primitive mind for care or concern except for the act of claiming and being claimed. Their voices mixed; moans, grunts, inarticulate cries of pleasure and the taunts of flesh striking flesh in the unmistakable articulation of sex.
He took her the way she wanted; the way she dreamed - deep, harsh thrusting strokes of his bare cock into the soaked folds of her womanhood that sent waves of dizzying pleasure uncoiling through her body and resounding in the tips of her nipples and the sobs of her lips that she managed between drinking down deep breaths of air.
In her ear, the sound of his primitive groans urged her to thrust her hips back up into his. She wanted his cock, and she wanted the other thing he had to offer her greedy, clenching cunt that rippled in spasms around his girth.
And then…
The moment, she secretly desired. His blunted, swollen head, kissing the entrance to her womb as he took hold of her legs and threw them back. Her vagina felt like it had melted a lifetime ago, hot and wet and well used. A temple.
His temple.
He asked her if she was on the pill and his eyes demanded no lies. Her face was halfway between shock and confusion, as though it had been a crucial detail she had forgotten, but the walls of her pussy squeezed convulsively.
His face turned savage. His hips welded to her as the loose sack of semen-laden balls kissed the tight circles of her anus. He ground her into the mattress until the seductive call of her slippery passage became unbearable and the thick, ivory flood of his genetic material came, angry and fierce as his hot desire to claim her and own her.
Delicate pink lips parted in a wordless ‘O’. Above her, his eyes had become blind, but his hips continued to work her as though possessed. Now, he was fulfilling her deepest, darkest desires; desires she had typed out and told him with brutal and shocking explicitness in a night of lust-addled desire meant to scandalise and entice. Enticement to which he now responded as he spilled his seed and bred her pussy with every intention of making her carry his baby.
THE NEXT MORNING:
As his hips beat to a blissful rhythm between her wide-spread legs, her mind drifted away on seemingly unrelated matters, even as her hands clutched desperately at his muscular buttocks to urge him to greater efforts whilst the creaking leather beneath them acknowledged those straining efforts. On the carpet, discarded clothes lay forgotten; a long tear in her skirt and several buttons popped from his shirt mute testament to the urgency of their carnal need.
Her neighbours who thought her prudish; friends and family who still thought of her as ‘that little girl’; work colleagues who barely gave her a second glance. The looks she would have gotten if those very same people could see her now as she moaned out her pleasure as she received the exhilarating rush of an uncompromising fuck from the stallion of a man who desired her more than he could bear to wait for a moment longer without her.
With the seductive velvet of her sex already soaked from dire arousal, his manhood and loins were glistening with the juices of her need; a need impossible to define with mere words, but desiring expression regardless. Gathering her up in his strong arms, his hips clapped against her repeatedly as he drove the throbbing inches of his shaft into the soft folds of her pussy, his every thrust resounding from her core in surging waves of pleasure through the rest of her body.
They knew they had risked much for this moment, but he needed her and, in so knowing, she in turn needed him with a desperate fervency that itself bordered on madness. To see that unbound desire in his eyes; to hear the panting of his hot breath; to feel the hot throb of his bare cock buried in her and driving her to heights she could never attain on her own - that unrestrained, unreasonable, and yet, undeniable craving of a woman to feel the hot, gasping spurt of seed - of life - emptied like a bursting torrent into her waiting depths.
HER THOUGHTS:
Another day that I can’t write something beautiful without thinking of you; without painting the image of your face as a reference to why my heart beats too loud. Like every song played in the radio, poems and metaphors scribbled by poets directly points me to you; making me remember all those nights where we bathe the darkness and redness of love and pain. You are a tattoo etched between my meninges, you reside in my brain. You are the cells and oxygen that runs through my valves, you nourishes my stomach with butterflies and ache. You are everything and everywhere. And I want to stop loving you but every inch of my being still cares. I know, I feel too much, but I think you deseve this kind of love, even if in reality, you’re no longer around.
As his hips beat to a blissful rhythm between her wide-spread legs, her mind drifted away on seemingly unrelated matters, even as her hands clutched desperately at his muscular buttocks to urge him to greater efforts whilst the creaking leather beneath them acknowledged those straining efforts. On the carpet, discarded clothes lay forgotten; a long tear in her skirt and several buttons popped from his shirt mute testament to the urgency of their carnal need.
Her neighbours who thought her prudish; friends and family who still thought of her as ‘that little girl’; work colleagues who barely gave her a second glance. The looks she would have gotten if those very same people could see her now as she moaned out her pleasure as she received the exhilarating rush of an uncompromising fuck from the stallion of a man who desired her more than he could bear to wait for a moment longer without her.
With the seductive velvet of her sex already soaked from dire arousal, his manhood and loins were glistening with the juices of her need; a need impossible to define with mere words, but desiring expression regardless. Gathering her up in his strong arms, his hips clapped against her repeatedly as he drove the throbbing inches of his shaft into the soft folds of her pussy, his every thrust resounding from her core in surging waves of pleasure through the rest of her body.
They knew they had risked much for this moment, but he needed her and, in so knowing, she in turn needed him with a desperate fervency that itself bordered on madness. To see that unbound desire in his eyes; to hear the panting of his hot breath; to feel the hot throb of his bare cock buried in her and driving her to heights she could never attain on her own - that unrestrained, unreasonable, and yet, undeniable craving of a woman to feel the hot, gasping spurt of seed - of life - emptied like a bursting torrent into her waiting depths.
HER THOUGHTS:
Another day that I can’t write something beautiful without thinking of you; without painting the image of your face as a reference to why my heart beats too loud. Like every song played in the radio, poems and metaphors scribbled by poets directly points me to you; making me remember all those nights where we bathe the darkness and redness of love and pain. You are a tattoo etched between my meninges, you reside in my brain. You are the cells and oxygen that runs through my valves, you nourishes my stomach with butterflies and ache. You are everything and everywhere. And I want to stop loving you but every inch of my being still cares. I know, I feel too much, but I think you deseve this kind of love, even if in reality, you’re no longer around.
Saturday, October 10, 2015
STORY: YOU LIE BACK ON THE BED
Here’s a fantasy I have of you: You lie back on the bed, your skin against the white sheets, your legs spread wide, the heels of your shoes digging in deep. I kneel down and kiss your entire body, unfolded before me, natural and sublime. Your body and I are lovers, ancient lovers with ancient songs. This fantasy is one of many... oh yes, I have many ways to dream about going down on you, with my voice a vibration on your neck and in your mind, my hair brushing upon your belly, my lips on the inside of your knees, so soft and secret, my breath feathered onto every surface of your skin.
You ask for nothing, but you take everything. My silent offering. You relax into trust, opening, opening some more. Yes, you take all I can give, a selfish in gathering, a perfumed, rushing devouring. I adore the way your body looks to me; I tend to it like an unhurried gardener. I love your scent, your taste, the little noises you make, the feel of your skin against my lips…Oh love! I can’t resist. To aspire to celestial visions, though mortal and blind. You run your fingers through my hair, without intent, until an ancient, original, and primal urge overwhelms you, causing you to push my face down hard. I cannot breathe and yet I breathe. I follow the impulses: your unspoken directions, your implicit requests, your infinite signals of voice and rhythm. I stay right there, right there with you, never hurried but never slow, until your breath wells up within you and escapes in ragged sounds, and I kiss you hard, and you want it even harder, and you wrap your legs tightly around me, with your fingers in my hair, and you embrace me strongly, holding me there upon the wave, and with my eyes softly closed, an indescribable emotion releases from within... and a single tear flows from me and mixes with you...
I take your body now in all of the ways you give it to me. I melt into you, my delectable one, and in the final triumphal throes of this dark night, you draw me down upon your body, down dreamy soft, and sink we two into the earth, for we have seen the light, seen the light. The opus completes..Oh, to sleep, to rest in each other’s arms, till the dawn-chorus of meadowlarks stirs a daydream again
You ask for nothing, but you take everything. My silent offering. You relax into trust, opening, opening some more. Yes, you take all I can give, a selfish in gathering, a perfumed, rushing devouring. I adore the way your body looks to me; I tend to it like an unhurried gardener. I love your scent, your taste, the little noises you make, the feel of your skin against my lips…Oh love! I can’t resist. To aspire to celestial visions, though mortal and blind. You run your fingers through my hair, without intent, until an ancient, original, and primal urge overwhelms you, causing you to push my face down hard. I cannot breathe and yet I breathe. I follow the impulses: your unspoken directions, your implicit requests, your infinite signals of voice and rhythm. I stay right there, right there with you, never hurried but never slow, until your breath wells up within you and escapes in ragged sounds, and I kiss you hard, and you want it even harder, and you wrap your legs tightly around me, with your fingers in my hair, and you embrace me strongly, holding me there upon the wave, and with my eyes softly closed, an indescribable emotion releases from within... and a single tear flows from me and mixes with you...
I take your body now in all of the ways you give it to me. I melt into you, my delectable one, and in the final triumphal throes of this dark night, you draw me down upon your body, down dreamy soft, and sink we two into the earth, for we have seen the light, seen the light. The opus completes..Oh, to sleep, to rest in each other’s arms, till the dawn-chorus of meadowlarks stirs a daydream again
STORY: ONCE UPON A TIME IN A LAND FAR FAR AWAY
Our problems are with the stories we tell ourselves. We think we are not good enough. A lie! For we are more than good enough.We are all broken in some way. We all have faults and insecurities. We think we have to be cool. But we do not have to be cool. We have to be authentic. Authenticity means to embrace equally all of our strength, power, courage, passion, mistakes, failures, and insecurities. To present that whole self to the world instead of our practiced varnish of cool. Nobody connects because they are cool. They connect because they are real. Real is rare. Our authenticity is the part of us that is led by our heart, our intuition, the part of us that aspires to excellence and to making this world better.
Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there lived a young man who was in love with a beautiful girl, and he was kind to her. His kindness was genuine; he really did care about her and he really did love her. He was good to her: he held doors for her, he complimented her wardrobe, and he noticed and commented on little things, like whenever she changed the style or color of her hair. He offered her rides when she needed them. And of course, he was the one who always paid for things, because he was the guy, after all, and she was the girl, so that just seemed right. And besides, he was nice like that. He discovered early on that she needed a lot of emotional support, that sometimes she just needed to hear that yes,she was pretty and yes, she was smart and yes, she was funny, and he was always there to reassure her that yes,she was all of those things.
His reward for his attention and kindness was a great deal of flirting from her, a lot of hugs, sometimes a kiss, sometimes even on the lips. Not too much, though, you understand, because we don’t want to ruin the friendship, right? Yes, of course I understand, he would say, even though he didn’t, but he was willing to be patient. She would invite him to parties and he would rejoice, even though in his heart he suspected that she just needed a ride and had no one else to ask. He would immediately dismiss this terrible thought, however, for she was always eternally grateful when he would say yes. I knew I could count on you, she would say. Later, when the night was over and she was inebriated and bewildered, staying out far past any reasonable hour, he was always there to drive her home, to get her safely into her house and into her bed. He would tuck her in and stroke her hair and sit beside her for a while, waiting around... for what? An invitation? A thank-you? No... just in case... because, you know, he was nice like that. And when he realized that she was passed out and the moment had passed out and nothing else was going to happen, he would retire to her couch, making do with a too mall blanket, lying awake and wondering what he could have done differently, thoroughly frustrated. But he was the one—surely tomorrow she would realize?—who cared enough to take care of her. Yes, he was nice like that. At other times, he would listen to her for hours as she complained to him about other men, how there were so few nice guys like him, and how he was the only one she could trust, the only one who really understood her. She was always upset at some guy, sometimes to the point of feeling physically ill about it, and he would rub her shoulders or buy her dinner, and even though that’s all she talked about to hear her voice anyway.
He secretly couldn’t stand the thought that she had other guys in her life, guys that she slept with, but he tolerated it because he knew she spent far more quality time with him than with them. After all, who did she call to go to movies with when she was bored? Who did she call to take her shopping? Who was the one who waited patiently holding her shopping bags outside countless changing rooms for her? And who did she allow to steal secret glimpses of her body by purposely leaving the changing room curtain slightly open as she changed? That’s right—him, not them!
Yes, it was only a matter of time, only a matter of time. He had seen her at her worst, he had dabbed her tears, he had been there when the world was crushing in on her, when she was depressed or sad or angry, and he had watched her go home with guys who he was sure didn’t care about her at all. And in spite of everything, he still loved and cared for her. For he was nice like that.And years went by... One day, as he reflected upon his long, lonely, and unfruitful relationship with her, he had a sudden idea. He decided he would do something completely different, something so outlandish and adventurous that it would prove to her, once and for all, his undying love for her, and surely launch their magical future together. He had heard about the sea, a long, long distance away, and he decided he would travel to the end of the earth, find the fabled sea, and seek out for her a treasure. He would bring it back home and present it to her as the symbol of his undying devotion. Of course, he realized he could just buy her something online and have it delivered, but part of what he wanted her to notice was his willingness to endure the long and dangerous journey, just for her. Besides, he wanted the treasure to be special.
He thought about it for a long time until, suddenly, he knew! He would seek out and obtain for her an… Exquisite Pearl! Not just any old pearl, you see, but a grand one, one that merited emphasis, capitalization, and italics. Yes! Surely this would impress her so much she would forget all the other men and only want to be with him. After all, who would do such a noble thing? Ah, the more he thought about it, the more he knew he had to go! So one day, without telling anyone, he took up a small bundle of provisions and left in the middle of the night on a journey across the land to the far and distant sea.
The journey was incredibly difficult, far more difficult than he ever could have imagined. There is no way he would have attempted it if he had known how extremely difficult it was going to be. He persisted, however, because of his great love for the beautiful girl back home and how much he wanted to impress her. After many weeks he came upon a treacherous mountain, and he climbed that mountain, clinging perilously to the high rocks for many days, and oh how he missed her. After more weeks he came upon a scorching desert, and he traversed that desert, nearly dying of thirst for many days, and oh how he desired her. After even more weeks he came upon a deep, dangerous, and brooding forest, and he entered that forest, becoming hopelessly lost for many days, and oh how he loved her.
Finally, finally, after all these long days, after all these arduous tribulations, he found himself to be... at the sea! Oh, how immense and expansive, how shimmering and shining, how beautiful and blue! He was broken and battered but somehow the sea restored him, filling him with great energy and strength. He wasted no time seeking out the treasure he had come for. “I have come from far, far away,” he said to some local fishermen, “and I am here now at the sea to seek out a treasure, an... Exquisite Pearl! For the woman I love, you see.” The fishermen looked at him funny, then suggested a few local souvenir shops nearby, which wasn’t exactly what he had in mind, but the fishermen assured him there were no real pearls anywhere around here and hadn’t been for years. So he tried all the shops and after a measure of time, he found a large, porcelain, souvenir pearl.
It wasn’t that great, actually, but it was the best he could find, so declaring it to be the symbol of his undying affection, he bought it and added it to his little bundle. He turned around immediately to leave the sea, to return home to the girl he dearly loved. But something made him pause... to look over his shoulder... to turn around... for some reason, he could not take his eyes off the sea and all its blue immenseness. He lingered there for many days, contemplating the sea.
Finally, after lingering and contemplating much longer than he felt he should, with a curious mixture of sadness and excitement, he turned around and set back out across the land, retracing his path. He battled again through the dark, brooding forest, through the scorching desert, and over the unforgiving mountain fighting the elements every torturous step of the way. And always he thought of his dear, beautiful girl, the love of his life, and how surprised she would be at his sacrifice and his amazing gift. Finally, interminably, he arrived back at his village, battered and bruised. He caught his breath, dusted off his clothes, straightened his tie, and after a deep breath, rushed to her home.
She was, of course, thoroughly surprised to see him, for he had been gone for such a very long time, and even more thoroughly surprised when, sitting at her feet, he recounted all the details of his remarkable adventure. He told her of all the hardships he had endured just for her. He told her about the mountain and he told her about the desert and he told her about the forest and he told her about the sea. Mostly, he told her about the sea.
And then, with the greatest flourish he could muster, he stood up tall before her, opened his little bundle, and presented to her with both hands the... Exquisite Pearl! The beautiful girl was astonished and she began to weep and fell into his arms. She proclaimed right then and there that from now on, she would love no other man but him. No one has ever sacrificed so much for me! she cried. Besides, the other men are just a bunch of jerks anyway, especially the guy she met a few weeks ago. Oh and by the way, I have to go see him again tonight. I think he is just using me for sex, you see, and I want to go clear that up, to tell him that he can’t just use me like that. You understand, right? But not to worry because I finally know what I want and I will call you tomorrow for sure. Or maybe the next day. But sometime this week for sure, and thank you so much for the gift, it’s the thought that counts, right? You’re so cute. And she showered him again with kisses and hugs and fondness. But something was different... something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. For as she was showering him with all those kisses and all those hugs and all those promises and proclamations, he found himself looking over her shoulder and out the window toward the distant horizon. She smiled at him and he thought of the mountain. She held his hand and he thought of the desert. She hugged him close and he thought of the forest. She kissed his cheek and he thought of the sea. Most of all... he thought of the sea... he thought of the sea. And he placed the “pearl” in her hand and walked away.
Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there lived a young man who was in love with a beautiful girl, and he was kind to her. His kindness was genuine; he really did care about her and he really did love her. He was good to her: he held doors for her, he complimented her wardrobe, and he noticed and commented on little things, like whenever she changed the style or color of her hair. He offered her rides when she needed them. And of course, he was the one who always paid for things, because he was the guy, after all, and she was the girl, so that just seemed right. And besides, he was nice like that. He discovered early on that she needed a lot of emotional support, that sometimes she just needed to hear that yes,she was pretty and yes, she was smart and yes, she was funny, and he was always there to reassure her that yes,she was all of those things.
His reward for his attention and kindness was a great deal of flirting from her, a lot of hugs, sometimes a kiss, sometimes even on the lips. Not too much, though, you understand, because we don’t want to ruin the friendship, right? Yes, of course I understand, he would say, even though he didn’t, but he was willing to be patient. She would invite him to parties and he would rejoice, even though in his heart he suspected that she just needed a ride and had no one else to ask. He would immediately dismiss this terrible thought, however, for she was always eternally grateful when he would say yes. I knew I could count on you, she would say. Later, when the night was over and she was inebriated and bewildered, staying out far past any reasonable hour, he was always there to drive her home, to get her safely into her house and into her bed. He would tuck her in and stroke her hair and sit beside her for a while, waiting around... for what? An invitation? A thank-you? No... just in case... because, you know, he was nice like that. And when he realized that she was passed out and the moment had passed out and nothing else was going to happen, he would retire to her couch, making do with a too mall blanket, lying awake and wondering what he could have done differently, thoroughly frustrated. But he was the one—surely tomorrow she would realize?—who cared enough to take care of her. Yes, he was nice like that. At other times, he would listen to her for hours as she complained to him about other men, how there were so few nice guys like him, and how he was the only one she could trust, the only one who really understood her. She was always upset at some guy, sometimes to the point of feeling physically ill about it, and he would rub her shoulders or buy her dinner, and even though that’s all she talked about to hear her voice anyway.
He secretly couldn’t stand the thought that she had other guys in her life, guys that she slept with, but he tolerated it because he knew she spent far more quality time with him than with them. After all, who did she call to go to movies with when she was bored? Who did she call to take her shopping? Who was the one who waited patiently holding her shopping bags outside countless changing rooms for her? And who did she allow to steal secret glimpses of her body by purposely leaving the changing room curtain slightly open as she changed? That’s right—him, not them!
Yes, it was only a matter of time, only a matter of time. He had seen her at her worst, he had dabbed her tears, he had been there when the world was crushing in on her, when she was depressed or sad or angry, and he had watched her go home with guys who he was sure didn’t care about her at all. And in spite of everything, he still loved and cared for her. For he was nice like that.And years went by... One day, as he reflected upon his long, lonely, and unfruitful relationship with her, he had a sudden idea. He decided he would do something completely different, something so outlandish and adventurous that it would prove to her, once and for all, his undying love for her, and surely launch their magical future together. He had heard about the sea, a long, long distance away, and he decided he would travel to the end of the earth, find the fabled sea, and seek out for her a treasure. He would bring it back home and present it to her as the symbol of his undying devotion. Of course, he realized he could just buy her something online and have it delivered, but part of what he wanted her to notice was his willingness to endure the long and dangerous journey, just for her. Besides, he wanted the treasure to be special.
He thought about it for a long time until, suddenly, he knew! He would seek out and obtain for her an… Exquisite Pearl! Not just any old pearl, you see, but a grand one, one that merited emphasis, capitalization, and italics. Yes! Surely this would impress her so much she would forget all the other men and only want to be with him. After all, who would do such a noble thing? Ah, the more he thought about it, the more he knew he had to go! So one day, without telling anyone, he took up a small bundle of provisions and left in the middle of the night on a journey across the land to the far and distant sea.
The journey was incredibly difficult, far more difficult than he ever could have imagined. There is no way he would have attempted it if he had known how extremely difficult it was going to be. He persisted, however, because of his great love for the beautiful girl back home and how much he wanted to impress her. After many weeks he came upon a treacherous mountain, and he climbed that mountain, clinging perilously to the high rocks for many days, and oh how he missed her. After more weeks he came upon a scorching desert, and he traversed that desert, nearly dying of thirst for many days, and oh how he desired her. After even more weeks he came upon a deep, dangerous, and brooding forest, and he entered that forest, becoming hopelessly lost for many days, and oh how he loved her.
Finally, finally, after all these long days, after all these arduous tribulations, he found himself to be... at the sea! Oh, how immense and expansive, how shimmering and shining, how beautiful and blue! He was broken and battered but somehow the sea restored him, filling him with great energy and strength. He wasted no time seeking out the treasure he had come for. “I have come from far, far away,” he said to some local fishermen, “and I am here now at the sea to seek out a treasure, an... Exquisite Pearl! For the woman I love, you see.” The fishermen looked at him funny, then suggested a few local souvenir shops nearby, which wasn’t exactly what he had in mind, but the fishermen assured him there were no real pearls anywhere around here and hadn’t been for years. So he tried all the shops and after a measure of time, he found a large, porcelain, souvenir pearl.
It wasn’t that great, actually, but it was the best he could find, so declaring it to be the symbol of his undying affection, he bought it and added it to his little bundle. He turned around immediately to leave the sea, to return home to the girl he dearly loved. But something made him pause... to look over his shoulder... to turn around... for some reason, he could not take his eyes off the sea and all its blue immenseness. He lingered there for many days, contemplating the sea.
Finally, after lingering and contemplating much longer than he felt he should, with a curious mixture of sadness and excitement, he turned around and set back out across the land, retracing his path. He battled again through the dark, brooding forest, through the scorching desert, and over the unforgiving mountain fighting the elements every torturous step of the way. And always he thought of his dear, beautiful girl, the love of his life, and how surprised she would be at his sacrifice and his amazing gift. Finally, interminably, he arrived back at his village, battered and bruised. He caught his breath, dusted off his clothes, straightened his tie, and after a deep breath, rushed to her home.
She was, of course, thoroughly surprised to see him, for he had been gone for such a very long time, and even more thoroughly surprised when, sitting at her feet, he recounted all the details of his remarkable adventure. He told her of all the hardships he had endured just for her. He told her about the mountain and he told her about the desert and he told her about the forest and he told her about the sea. Mostly, he told her about the sea.
And then, with the greatest flourish he could muster, he stood up tall before her, opened his little bundle, and presented to her with both hands the... Exquisite Pearl! The beautiful girl was astonished and she began to weep and fell into his arms. She proclaimed right then and there that from now on, she would love no other man but him. No one has ever sacrificed so much for me! she cried. Besides, the other men are just a bunch of jerks anyway, especially the guy she met a few weeks ago. Oh and by the way, I have to go see him again tonight. I think he is just using me for sex, you see, and I want to go clear that up, to tell him that he can’t just use me like that. You understand, right? But not to worry because I finally know what I want and I will call you tomorrow for sure. Or maybe the next day. But sometime this week for sure, and thank you so much for the gift, it’s the thought that counts, right? You’re so cute. And she showered him again with kisses and hugs and fondness. But something was different... something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. For as she was showering him with all those kisses and all those hugs and all those promises and proclamations, he found himself looking over her shoulder and out the window toward the distant horizon. She smiled at him and he thought of the mountain. She held his hand and he thought of the desert. She hugged him close and he thought of the forest. She kissed his cheek and he thought of the sea. Most of all... he thought of the sea... he thought of the sea. And he placed the “pearl” in her hand and walked away.
Saturday, December 29, 2012
STORY: LET ME TELL YOU HOW I WANT TO MAKE YOU FEEL
Let me tell you about how I want to make you feel, and about how I feel. I will listen when you talk, and remember your favourite song of the moment, and how you take your coffee, even if we’re only together for a night. I’ll let the tension build in a way you’ve probably never felt before because you and me? I will take you to a bar and right before we leave I can take your hand, and let you feel just what you’re doing to me. And no one else will notice. I will brush the hair out of your eyes and you will remember romantic comedies you’ve seen where that exact thing happened, and you’d realize it still feels the way you had always imagined it would. And that will be when you realize there is a heat between your thighs. I will talk to you and you will hear all the things you have been waiting to hear, and they will be genuine. And those words will come out of my lips, off my tongue. I’ll kiss you and it will be an epic kiss, the kind that starts painfully slow and the sound of our hearts is like a sound cannon on repeat, and the first touch is salty and sweet: your nerves and your strawberry lipgloss. And I will breathe your name into your mouth and you will inhale my want and I will talk dirty to you. I will tell you what a fucking beautiful woman you are and also how bad I want to taste you.
Friday, December 28, 2012
STORY: PUSSY CONTRACT
THIS IS NOT A TRUE STORY ....BUT A FANTASY. I AM NOT MARRIED.
I have a desire was to be dominated. I wrote out a "Pussy Control Contract" for my wife...Sabrina. The Pussy Control Contract gave her the legitimate authority to have sex entirely for her own satisfaction. No more "slam-bam thank you madam" sex for me.
The ability to control my diet appealed to her as well. She was tired of the arguments that ensued whenever she tried to stop me from eating sweets and late night snacks.
She saw that I was giving her a chance to take control. She knew instinctively that what I would need in order to stay in the game was some strict domination, teasing and denial. When I got home, we ordered a Curve chastity cage. When it arrived, we signed the Pussy Control Contract below and locked up my cock with the Curve.
The Pussy Control Contract
Valid from May 15, 2013 through June 6, 2013
1. Parties and Purpose
This is a contract between Alex and Sabrina The purpose of this contract is to allow Sabrina to exercise control over certain limited aspects of Alex's life using her sexual power. (I.e. "Pussy Control") The agreement is limited to the date range above and is also limited to control over Alex's sexual experiences only. This contract will not be valid beyond the date range above unless both parties agree to extend it.
2. Sexual Activities and "Pussy Control"
During the valid period of this contract, Sabrina will have complete control of Alex's cock, including when he can get hard, and when he can come. Sabrina has the right to keep Alex's cock locked up whenever she chooses, with the exception of when Alex is out of town. Alex will be allowed sexual activity only at Sabrina's discretion, but will be given opportunities to earn sexual release if he follows Sabrina's orders . Alex will give Sabrina sexual pleasure in any way she chooses. She may come and be sexually satisfied whenever she wants and may leave Alex without sexual release for as long as she chooses
3. Enforcement
Sabrina has the right to verify that Alex is not getting sexual release in any way without her knowledge and permission, including the use of a restraining device. If Alex violates the clause Sabrina may punish him in any way she sees fit.
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B Date V Date
Clarifications
Sabrina should understand that this contract would work best if she exercises moderation with her right of control, and does not take it to the extremes of sexual starvation. She will apply pussy control most effectively if she teases and builds up a certain level of sexual frustration in Alex that will be relieved upon following her prescribed diet. This contract should enhance our sex life, not hurt it. The sexual excitement is more mental than physical. If this contract enhances our sex life, it is more likely to be renewed.
We signed the Pussy Control contract. We bought a chastity device called the "Curve" and I began to wear it. The first time I put it on and Sabrina ceremoniously clicked the lock shut, my mind underwent a seismic shift and a shudder of fear went through me. Although Sabrina had always owned my penis figuratively, she now literally owned it, physically and mentally. Moreover, I was completely denied my own penis and was totally at her mercy. I was both exhilarated and frightened at the same time. I felt vulnerable, but I had complete trust in her. Little did I realize how effectively Sabrina would use her newfound control over me to enhance our love life.
The first thing she did was sit me down and issue some new rules. Previously, I had a habit of groping her tits, pussy and ass every chance I got. She told me that this usually annoyed her. "Rule Number One", she ordered: "You may only touch my private areas when I give you permission. Understood?" I agreed. Then she pulled off her top and showed me her tities. Instinctively, I leaned in to suck on them but she slapped my face. "Rule Number Two," she continued: "Look but don't touch". I agreed, but I immediately began begging to suck her tities. She informed me that begging would only hurt my chances and postpone my access to her body. "Rule Number Three. No begging unless I tell you to."
I agreed to her rules, but I was afraid I would not see her beautiful sexy parts much after that. I was very wrong. She began to tease me by flashing her tits, pussy and ass at me frequently. She loved knowing that it made my cock tingle even though it could not get hard. This had a powerful effect on me, keeping me mentally horny and always desiring her.
Our first night of sex after the device was locked on was interesting. Sabrina got naked and told me to do the same. Then she removed my cock cage. After lots of kissing and fondling, she let me put it in her. She fucked me wildly and then rolled over on top of me, which meant she was going to come. After she came, she jumped off and waited for my cock to get limp. Then we locked it back up without letting me come.
The next night, she got naked and removed the cock cage again. She told me that I could put the head of my penis between her pussy lips, but I was not to push it in any further or I would have to stop. Then she told me to pump it until I came. I pumped and pumped and eventually came in her pussy. I rolled over on my back. Then she squeezed her pussy closed with her fingers so it would not drip out and she straddled my face. "Open wide", she ordered. I opened my mouth and she spread her pussy lips. Her pussy was glistening with come, which began to drip into my mouth. Then she lowered her pussy to my lips and ordered me to lick it clean. "Get used to it", she admonished, "You will be cleaning me up after sex from now on."
Sex after that got better and better, although not predictable. One night she was watching some light porn and told me to go shave my face. When I returned, she was naked with her legs spread wide. She pointed as her pussy and said: "Eat me, and make me come". I did and she did. . I was denied even a hard on that night.
The next night she told me I was going to be given a chance to come. She stripped naked and unlocked my cock. I got hard in a microsecond. Then she told me that she wanted to watch me masturbate all the way. I was to come on her tits. I straddled her and began to pump. She looked at her watch and said: "You have exactly two minutes to come before I lock you up again". This actually made it more difficult to come. After two minutes, I had not come although I was close. She ordered me to stop and put on the cock cage. I protested that I was too hard to put it on, but she just told me to go ice it down. Then she locked up my cock.
The following night she told me to finish my masturbation. This time there was no time limit. I dragged it out for some enjoyment and then I came all over her tities. I was in heaven. Then she told me to "lick it up". I hesitated and made a squeamish face. She slapped me and said: "You will lick it up immediately and love it". I quickly did as she commanded. She admonished me with, "Don't ever hesitate to follow an order like that again or you will be very sorry". I acknowledged. She told me that my punishment would be to go one day with nothing to eat except one bowl of fruit. Then she reminded me that I signed up for this, kissed me goodnight and told me that she loved me.
One night Sabrina really needed to relax and relieve some stress. She turned on our hot tub and we both got naked. I was grateful when she removed my cock cage, but when she produced a bag of ice I knew I was going to get teased and put away dripping. We made out in the hot tub and then proceeded to the bedroom where candles were burning. She told me to lock up my cock and then give her a massage. I gave her a sensuous massage, rubbing every part of her body down to her toes and fingers. As she was falling asleep, she promised to fuck me in the morning, but only if I did not wake her up before she was ready.
She ordered me to strip and put on Velcro wrist cuffs. Then she tied my arms to the bedposts. She did a sexy strip tease and then took off the cock cage. She kissed me all over and then began sucking my cock. After a while she started pumping it but told me not to come or I would not get even a tease for four days. After a while, I was getting close and blurted out, "I'm going to come!" She immediately let go, dropped a bag of ice on my cock and left the room. After fifteen minutes that seemed like an hour, she returned and began to pump up my shriveled dick. Again I got close to coming and again she let go and iced me down.
This went on and on for several more cycles, each one getting shorter. It got to the point where she would only pump for ten seconds before my cock started to spasm and then she stopped. Every time some pre-come dripped out, she collected it on her finger and made me lick it. Finally, she iced me down and put on the cock cage so I couldn't get hard. Relieved, I thought it was over, but then she continued teasing me by putting her tits, pussy and ass all over my face. Finally she untied me and kissed me to sleep. That night, she fucked me like as bucking bull and I came in ecstasy.
One morning early on in the contract, I was ready to go to work while she was in the bathroom naked. I asked her if she would unlock the cock cage for one day. She sat back on the counter, spread her legs, and told me to get down on my knees right in front of her pussy. She pulled her pussy lips apart so I could see it in all of its greatest glory. Then she told me to repeat the following words, "This pussy belongs to my key-holder, Sabrina. She controls me with this pussy. I will obey her commands and fulfill her wishes." Then she let me stand up and she removed the cage. "Memorize those words", she said, "You will be repeating them." This has since come to be called the "Pussy Pledge" and she has me recite it from time to time in order to reinforce her control.
Part 2 - (5 months later)
Well, I think my wife has finally figured it out. She has figured out how to get her way and be in control of many aspects of our relationship, just by giving me some of the sexual humiliation that drives me wild for her.
After an initial 3 to 4 weeks of fun chastity play, the Curve was put away and forgotten about, until recently. Five months back, my wife had played the bitchy dominatrix I wanted her to be for a short time, but then we went back to our usual vanilla sex. I think she has been afraid to truly take control using her sexual power. Before we married, we agreed that neither of us should ever use sex as a bargaining tool in the marriage. We both believed that it was unhealthy for a long-term relationship. That was before I developed my craving to be sexually dominated. Although I have explained this to her, I think she has still been hesitant to really use her pussy power to get her way, thinking it would backfire. (I would let her know if it came to that)
A couple weeks ago, to my surprise, she brought up the "device" as she calls it, and asked me to start wearing it again. I was happy that she did this on her own initiative. I had said nothing about it, but deep down I was disappointed when she stopped showing interest four months ago. She put it on me for five days before we had sex. I was on my second period of sexual denial this week when she really stepped up her control.
She was taking a hot bath, and I was massaging her in the tub with the Curve installed. She started in on me slowly at first. "The reason you are naked and I am dressed is so that you will feel vulnerable. I am going to ask you some questions and I expect true answers." "I consider masturbation to be a form of cheating on your wife. It's not as bad as going with another woman. For that I would divorce you. But you are getting sexual satisfaction without me and I think that's unfair. Don't you think it's unfair?"
"Now let's talk about orgasms", she continued to lay down her law. "All through our marriage you have considered it your prerogative to fuck me and come in me any time you wanted. You don't always get me horny first, so I end up not coming and with a messy pussy full of come. You probably come ten times for each time I get to come, and that's not considering your countless masturbations. Do you think that's fair?" she asked.
"You never complained, so I thought you liked it", I answered.
"I'm going to change the rules starting right now. From now on we will have sex only when I say so. You might have to go several days without an orgasm, or even a hard-on, because I'm going to keep you locked up until I get horny. If you want sex, you better work at getting me in the mood. I'm also going to teach you the value of my pussy. You will understand what a privilege it is to come in my pussy by being teased and denied repeatedly. There will be times when you will be asked to lick me to orgasm but you will not be allowed out of the cock cage. Sometimes I will have you fuck me to orgasm, but you will not be allowed to come, and you will be put back in the cage."
"Oh, yes. Let's talk about that nasty come of yours. If you do get the rare privilege of coming in my pussy, I expect you to have the decency to clean it for me afterwards. OK?" she asked.
"OK", I replied.
"I mean clean it with your tongue!" she explained. "Why should I be subjected to rough paper on my precious pussy, when your soft tongue can do the job?"
"But." I began to protest. "All through our marriage, you have gotten blow jobs and expected me to eat your come. Is that fair? Why should I ever eat your come? Why shouldn't you eat your own come, and prove to me that you love me enough to clean my pussy in the most humiliating way imaginable?"
I couldn't fault her logic. I put up more fuss, trying to protest my way out of the clean up chore, but my protests only brought more blows to my already aching face. Deep down, however, I was conflicted. You see, when I'm horny as hell, the thought for being forced to eat come makes me excited for the humiliation, however, once I do come, the thought of actually eating it is not pleasant. I wanted to please her so much, however, and I also want to learn to like it. Thus, I agreed to the tongue duty.
"Don't worry", she calmed me, knowing exactly what I was thinking. "After you've licked my pussy clean from come several times, you will begin to enjoy it. I know I will, and my enjoyment should give you every reason to be happy. That's how sex is supposed to be. It's a chance to show me how considerate you can be", she laughed, knowing now she had me where she wanted me. "If you are a good little sex slave, I might let you masturbate on my tits, just so I can watch as you lick up your own come. I think I'll enjoy that show!"
"Once you get used to the idea of keeping my pussy clean with your tongue, I'm going to give you the ultimate humiliation. You're going to lick me clean after I pee. I can't wait to feel that. It's a good feeling knowing that my little sex slave loves me so much that he will always be happy to clean my pussy with his tongue."
Finally, she was done with her lecture and ready to demonstrate her newly declared power over me. She pulled up her nightgown and showed me her pussy. I went wild with desire and she knew she had me had driven me over the edge with her humiliating talk. She made me beg to lick it. She had me turn on the video. While she watched some hot lovers fucking, I ate her pussy, still wearing the chastity device. It was driving me crazy, but I said nothing and did my duty. As soon as she got good and horny, but not too far gone, she piled up the pillows in the center of the headboard and had me lay back on them. We removed the cock cage. Then she tied my wrists to the corner posts so I would not be tempted to touch her, or myself. She sank her pussy down on my cock and had me suck her tits. This is how she brings on her orgasm. Before long, she came hard and long. Then she told me to wash my cock and put the Curve back on. I was not going to be allowed to orgasm.
I protested that it was not fair for her to come and not me, but that just drew an incredulous stare. I understood what she meant. Then she came up with a very generous offer. "I owe you one", she said. "What?" I responded, confused. "Let me explain", she continued. "Since I have come, but you have not, you have one emergency merit in the `Bank of Sabrina'. I'm going to tease and deny you tomorrow and the next day and so on. You have one merit in the bank that will become valid after 24 hours from now. At that time, if I have not let you come already and you cannot stand it anymore, you will be allowed to claim your merit, which means you will be allowed come. You will come either by fucking me or by masturbating for me. I will decide how you come, but either way, you will have to eat the come for me."
"Once you use up your merit, we are back to even. From that point on, you will only come when I decide to allow it, now matter how long that takes. The only way to earn another emergency merit is to make me come again without coming yourself, understand?"
My wife and I are having a great sex life and better relationship now that I am wearing the Curve most of the time. She likes the way I behave with her when I am locked up, and I like the way she dishes out sexual humiliation in order to keep me agreeable to the lock-up. She says she wishes I could be so sweet to her without the use of a cock-restraining device; nonetheless, the result is what really matters. It is sort of an even trade. She gets to control me and train me to do her bidding while I get to be dominated and abused. That's fair, right?
How she trains me
My wife really enjoys training me. Here are some of the things she does.
She has a point system that is a bit of a mystery to me. If I do something to please her beyond her expectations, she gives me points, but if I disappoint her, she takes away points. She tells me that each point adds or subtracts a day from the period of penis lock-up. The mystery is in the fact that she never tells me exactly how many days I have left. That's for her to know and me to guess. Nonetheless, the awarding of points, whether added or subtracted, is very effective in training me. Even one day of extra lock-up is very difficult for me to absorb because she keeps me so horny. Keeping me horny makes the training very effective.
She has trained me to go to great lengths to romance her and make her horny before trying to have sex with her. She's one that needs a lot of foreplay if she is going to be able to have an orgasm. I used to just fuck her quickly to please myself, but now she is training me to make sure she has a chance to come. If I don't at least work hard for her orgasm, it is a sure bet that I'll be kept in the Curve longer without coming.
She also has trained me to clean her pussy. I always clean her up after sex these days, and I clean her after she pees whenever she wants me to. She may snap twice for me to follow her into the bathroom when she needs to pee so I can wash her pussy with a warm cloth and dry it. On occasion, she tells me to lick her clean.
Other things she has trained me to do include foot rubs, back rubs, and hot baths where I wash and dry her. I also dry her after her shower.
When she first locks me up for a new chastity period, she has me kneel down and she shows me her pussy while I repeat the pussy pledge: "This pussy belongs to my key-holder, Sabrina. She controls me with this pussy. I will obey her commands and fulfill her wishes."
How she humiliates me
Regular teasing and humiliation is the key to keeping me locked up in the chastity device. Practically speaking, I could refuse to put the Curve on if there was nothing in it for me. However, I crave for domination, especially sexual humiliation, and so she dishes out a little (or a lot) every day.
When we have sex, I try very hard to give her a pleasurable orgasm. She likes it when I lick her to orgasm. She also likes to fuck me with her on top while I suck her tits. In the old days, she would rarely come but I did come every time. That's not the case anymore. If I don't make her come, she usually locks me back up without an orgasm. That way I'll be very motivated to get her in the mood to come next time and to be gentle and loving. If I do come, she expects me to clean her up afterwards. I usually do this with a warm washcloth, but lately, she's been telling me to lick her clean because it is more humiliating.
I have a desire was to be dominated. I wrote out a "Pussy Control Contract" for my wife...Sabrina. The Pussy Control Contract gave her the legitimate authority to have sex entirely for her own satisfaction. No more "slam-bam thank you madam" sex for me.
The ability to control my diet appealed to her as well. She was tired of the arguments that ensued whenever she tried to stop me from eating sweets and late night snacks.
She saw that I was giving her a chance to take control. She knew instinctively that what I would need in order to stay in the game was some strict domination, teasing and denial. When I got home, we ordered a Curve chastity cage. When it arrived, we signed the Pussy Control Contract below and locked up my cock with the Curve.
The Pussy Control Contract
Valid from May 15, 2013 through June 6, 2013
1. Parties and Purpose
This is a contract between Alex and Sabrina The purpose of this contract is to allow Sabrina to exercise control over certain limited aspects of Alex's life using her sexual power. (I.e. "Pussy Control") The agreement is limited to the date range above and is also limited to control over Alex's sexual experiences only. This contract will not be valid beyond the date range above unless both parties agree to extend it.
2. Sexual Activities and "Pussy Control"
During the valid period of this contract, Sabrina will have complete control of Alex's cock, including when he can get hard, and when he can come. Sabrina has the right to keep Alex's cock locked up whenever she chooses, with the exception of when Alex is out of town. Alex will be allowed sexual activity only at Sabrina's discretion, but will be given opportunities to earn sexual release if he follows Sabrina's orders . Alex will give Sabrina sexual pleasure in any way she chooses. She may come and be sexually satisfied whenever she wants and may leave Alex without sexual release for as long as she chooses
3. Enforcement
Sabrina has the right to verify that Alex is not getting sexual release in any way without her knowledge and permission, including the use of a restraining device. If Alex violates the clause Sabrina may punish him in any way she sees fit.
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B Date V Date
Clarifications
Sabrina should understand that this contract would work best if she exercises moderation with her right of control, and does not take it to the extremes of sexual starvation. She will apply pussy control most effectively if she teases and builds up a certain level of sexual frustration in Alex that will be relieved upon following her prescribed diet. This contract should enhance our sex life, not hurt it. The sexual excitement is more mental than physical. If this contract enhances our sex life, it is more likely to be renewed.
We signed the Pussy Control contract. We bought a chastity device called the "Curve" and I began to wear it. The first time I put it on and Sabrina ceremoniously clicked the lock shut, my mind underwent a seismic shift and a shudder of fear went through me. Although Sabrina had always owned my penis figuratively, she now literally owned it, physically and mentally. Moreover, I was completely denied my own penis and was totally at her mercy. I was both exhilarated and frightened at the same time. I felt vulnerable, but I had complete trust in her. Little did I realize how effectively Sabrina would use her newfound control over me to enhance our love life.
The first thing she did was sit me down and issue some new rules. Previously, I had a habit of groping her tits, pussy and ass every chance I got. She told me that this usually annoyed her. "Rule Number One", she ordered: "You may only touch my private areas when I give you permission. Understood?" I agreed. Then she pulled off her top and showed me her tities. Instinctively, I leaned in to suck on them but she slapped my face. "Rule Number Two," she continued: "Look but don't touch". I agreed, but I immediately began begging to suck her tities. She informed me that begging would only hurt my chances and postpone my access to her body. "Rule Number Three. No begging unless I tell you to."
I agreed to her rules, but I was afraid I would not see her beautiful sexy parts much after that. I was very wrong. She began to tease me by flashing her tits, pussy and ass at me frequently. She loved knowing that it made my cock tingle even though it could not get hard. This had a powerful effect on me, keeping me mentally horny and always desiring her.
Our first night of sex after the device was locked on was interesting. Sabrina got naked and told me to do the same. Then she removed my cock cage. After lots of kissing and fondling, she let me put it in her. She fucked me wildly and then rolled over on top of me, which meant she was going to come. After she came, she jumped off and waited for my cock to get limp. Then we locked it back up without letting me come.
The next night, she got naked and removed the cock cage again. She told me that I could put the head of my penis between her pussy lips, but I was not to push it in any further or I would have to stop. Then she told me to pump it until I came. I pumped and pumped and eventually came in her pussy. I rolled over on my back. Then she squeezed her pussy closed with her fingers so it would not drip out and she straddled my face. "Open wide", she ordered. I opened my mouth and she spread her pussy lips. Her pussy was glistening with come, which began to drip into my mouth. Then she lowered her pussy to my lips and ordered me to lick it clean. "Get used to it", she admonished, "You will be cleaning me up after sex from now on."
Sex after that got better and better, although not predictable. One night she was watching some light porn and told me to go shave my face. When I returned, she was naked with her legs spread wide. She pointed as her pussy and said: "Eat me, and make me come". I did and she did. . I was denied even a hard on that night.
The next night she told me I was going to be given a chance to come. She stripped naked and unlocked my cock. I got hard in a microsecond. Then she told me that she wanted to watch me masturbate all the way. I was to come on her tits. I straddled her and began to pump. She looked at her watch and said: "You have exactly two minutes to come before I lock you up again". This actually made it more difficult to come. After two minutes, I had not come although I was close. She ordered me to stop and put on the cock cage. I protested that I was too hard to put it on, but she just told me to go ice it down. Then she locked up my cock.
The following night she told me to finish my masturbation. This time there was no time limit. I dragged it out for some enjoyment and then I came all over her tities. I was in heaven. Then she told me to "lick it up". I hesitated and made a squeamish face. She slapped me and said: "You will lick it up immediately and love it". I quickly did as she commanded. She admonished me with, "Don't ever hesitate to follow an order like that again or you will be very sorry". I acknowledged. She told me that my punishment would be to go one day with nothing to eat except one bowl of fruit. Then she reminded me that I signed up for this, kissed me goodnight and told me that she loved me.
One night Sabrina really needed to relax and relieve some stress. She turned on our hot tub and we both got naked. I was grateful when she removed my cock cage, but when she produced a bag of ice I knew I was going to get teased and put away dripping. We made out in the hot tub and then proceeded to the bedroom where candles were burning. She told me to lock up my cock and then give her a massage. I gave her a sensuous massage, rubbing every part of her body down to her toes and fingers. As she was falling asleep, she promised to fuck me in the morning, but only if I did not wake her up before she was ready.
She ordered me to strip and put on Velcro wrist cuffs. Then she tied my arms to the bedposts. She did a sexy strip tease and then took off the cock cage. She kissed me all over and then began sucking my cock. After a while she started pumping it but told me not to come or I would not get even a tease for four days. After a while, I was getting close and blurted out, "I'm going to come!" She immediately let go, dropped a bag of ice on my cock and left the room. After fifteen minutes that seemed like an hour, she returned and began to pump up my shriveled dick. Again I got close to coming and again she let go and iced me down.
This went on and on for several more cycles, each one getting shorter. It got to the point where she would only pump for ten seconds before my cock started to spasm and then she stopped. Every time some pre-come dripped out, she collected it on her finger and made me lick it. Finally, she iced me down and put on the cock cage so I couldn't get hard. Relieved, I thought it was over, but then she continued teasing me by putting her tits, pussy and ass all over my face. Finally she untied me and kissed me to sleep. That night, she fucked me like as bucking bull and I came in ecstasy.
One morning early on in the contract, I was ready to go to work while she was in the bathroom naked. I asked her if she would unlock the cock cage for one day. She sat back on the counter, spread her legs, and told me to get down on my knees right in front of her pussy. She pulled her pussy lips apart so I could see it in all of its greatest glory. Then she told me to repeat the following words, "This pussy belongs to my key-holder, Sabrina. She controls me with this pussy. I will obey her commands and fulfill her wishes." Then she let me stand up and she removed the cage. "Memorize those words", she said, "You will be repeating them." This has since come to be called the "Pussy Pledge" and she has me recite it from time to time in order to reinforce her control.
Part 2 - (5 months later)
Well, I think my wife has finally figured it out. She has figured out how to get her way and be in control of many aspects of our relationship, just by giving me some of the sexual humiliation that drives me wild for her.
After an initial 3 to 4 weeks of fun chastity play, the Curve was put away and forgotten about, until recently. Five months back, my wife had played the bitchy dominatrix I wanted her to be for a short time, but then we went back to our usual vanilla sex. I think she has been afraid to truly take control using her sexual power. Before we married, we agreed that neither of us should ever use sex as a bargaining tool in the marriage. We both believed that it was unhealthy for a long-term relationship. That was before I developed my craving to be sexually dominated. Although I have explained this to her, I think she has still been hesitant to really use her pussy power to get her way, thinking it would backfire. (I would let her know if it came to that)
A couple weeks ago, to my surprise, she brought up the "device" as she calls it, and asked me to start wearing it again. I was happy that she did this on her own initiative. I had said nothing about it, but deep down I was disappointed when she stopped showing interest four months ago. She put it on me for five days before we had sex. I was on my second period of sexual denial this week when she really stepped up her control.
She was taking a hot bath, and I was massaging her in the tub with the Curve installed. She started in on me slowly at first. "The reason you are naked and I am dressed is so that you will feel vulnerable. I am going to ask you some questions and I expect true answers." "I consider masturbation to be a form of cheating on your wife. It's not as bad as going with another woman. For that I would divorce you. But you are getting sexual satisfaction without me and I think that's unfair. Don't you think it's unfair?"
"Now let's talk about orgasms", she continued to lay down her law. "All through our marriage you have considered it your prerogative to fuck me and come in me any time you wanted. You don't always get me horny first, so I end up not coming and with a messy pussy full of come. You probably come ten times for each time I get to come, and that's not considering your countless masturbations. Do you think that's fair?" she asked.
"You never complained, so I thought you liked it", I answered.
"I'm going to change the rules starting right now. From now on we will have sex only when I say so. You might have to go several days without an orgasm, or even a hard-on, because I'm going to keep you locked up until I get horny. If you want sex, you better work at getting me in the mood. I'm also going to teach you the value of my pussy. You will understand what a privilege it is to come in my pussy by being teased and denied repeatedly. There will be times when you will be asked to lick me to orgasm but you will not be allowed out of the cock cage. Sometimes I will have you fuck me to orgasm, but you will not be allowed to come, and you will be put back in the cage."
"Oh, yes. Let's talk about that nasty come of yours. If you do get the rare privilege of coming in my pussy, I expect you to have the decency to clean it for me afterwards. OK?" she asked.
"OK", I replied.
"I mean clean it with your tongue!" she explained. "Why should I be subjected to rough paper on my precious pussy, when your soft tongue can do the job?"
"But." I began to protest. "All through our marriage, you have gotten blow jobs and expected me to eat your come. Is that fair? Why should I ever eat your come? Why shouldn't you eat your own come, and prove to me that you love me enough to clean my pussy in the most humiliating way imaginable?"
I couldn't fault her logic. I put up more fuss, trying to protest my way out of the clean up chore, but my protests only brought more blows to my already aching face. Deep down, however, I was conflicted. You see, when I'm horny as hell, the thought for being forced to eat come makes me excited for the humiliation, however, once I do come, the thought of actually eating it is not pleasant. I wanted to please her so much, however, and I also want to learn to like it. Thus, I agreed to the tongue duty.
"Don't worry", she calmed me, knowing exactly what I was thinking. "After you've licked my pussy clean from come several times, you will begin to enjoy it. I know I will, and my enjoyment should give you every reason to be happy. That's how sex is supposed to be. It's a chance to show me how considerate you can be", she laughed, knowing now she had me where she wanted me. "If you are a good little sex slave, I might let you masturbate on my tits, just so I can watch as you lick up your own come. I think I'll enjoy that show!"
"Once you get used to the idea of keeping my pussy clean with your tongue, I'm going to give you the ultimate humiliation. You're going to lick me clean after I pee. I can't wait to feel that. It's a good feeling knowing that my little sex slave loves me so much that he will always be happy to clean my pussy with his tongue."
Finally, she was done with her lecture and ready to demonstrate her newly declared power over me. She pulled up her nightgown and showed me her pussy. I went wild with desire and she knew she had me had driven me over the edge with her humiliating talk. She made me beg to lick it. She had me turn on the video. While she watched some hot lovers fucking, I ate her pussy, still wearing the chastity device. It was driving me crazy, but I said nothing and did my duty. As soon as she got good and horny, but not too far gone, she piled up the pillows in the center of the headboard and had me lay back on them. We removed the cock cage. Then she tied my wrists to the corner posts so I would not be tempted to touch her, or myself. She sank her pussy down on my cock and had me suck her tits. This is how she brings on her orgasm. Before long, she came hard and long. Then she told me to wash my cock and put the Curve back on. I was not going to be allowed to orgasm.
I protested that it was not fair for her to come and not me, but that just drew an incredulous stare. I understood what she meant. Then she came up with a very generous offer. "I owe you one", she said. "What?" I responded, confused. "Let me explain", she continued. "Since I have come, but you have not, you have one emergency merit in the `Bank of Sabrina'. I'm going to tease and deny you tomorrow and the next day and so on. You have one merit in the bank that will become valid after 24 hours from now. At that time, if I have not let you come already and you cannot stand it anymore, you will be allowed to claim your merit, which means you will be allowed come. You will come either by fucking me or by masturbating for me. I will decide how you come, but either way, you will have to eat the come for me."
"Once you use up your merit, we are back to even. From that point on, you will only come when I decide to allow it, now matter how long that takes. The only way to earn another emergency merit is to make me come again without coming yourself, understand?"
My wife and I are having a great sex life and better relationship now that I am wearing the Curve most of the time. She likes the way I behave with her when I am locked up, and I like the way she dishes out sexual humiliation in order to keep me agreeable to the lock-up. She says she wishes I could be so sweet to her without the use of a cock-restraining device; nonetheless, the result is what really matters. It is sort of an even trade. She gets to control me and train me to do her bidding while I get to be dominated and abused. That's fair, right?
How she trains me
My wife really enjoys training me. Here are some of the things she does.
She has a point system that is a bit of a mystery to me. If I do something to please her beyond her expectations, she gives me points, but if I disappoint her, she takes away points. She tells me that each point adds or subtracts a day from the period of penis lock-up. The mystery is in the fact that she never tells me exactly how many days I have left. That's for her to know and me to guess. Nonetheless, the awarding of points, whether added or subtracted, is very effective in training me. Even one day of extra lock-up is very difficult for me to absorb because she keeps me so horny. Keeping me horny makes the training very effective.
She has trained me to go to great lengths to romance her and make her horny before trying to have sex with her. She's one that needs a lot of foreplay if she is going to be able to have an orgasm. I used to just fuck her quickly to please myself, but now she is training me to make sure she has a chance to come. If I don't at least work hard for her orgasm, it is a sure bet that I'll be kept in the Curve longer without coming.
She also has trained me to clean her pussy. I always clean her up after sex these days, and I clean her after she pees whenever she wants me to. She may snap twice for me to follow her into the bathroom when she needs to pee so I can wash her pussy with a warm cloth and dry it. On occasion, she tells me to lick her clean.
Other things she has trained me to do include foot rubs, back rubs, and hot baths where I wash and dry her. I also dry her after her shower.
When she first locks me up for a new chastity period, she has me kneel down and she shows me her pussy while I repeat the pussy pledge: "This pussy belongs to my key-holder, Sabrina. She controls me with this pussy. I will obey her commands and fulfill her wishes."
How she humiliates me
Regular teasing and humiliation is the key to keeping me locked up in the chastity device. Practically speaking, I could refuse to put the Curve on if there was nothing in it for me. However, I crave for domination, especially sexual humiliation, and so she dishes out a little (or a lot) every day.
When we have sex, I try very hard to give her a pleasurable orgasm. She likes it when I lick her to orgasm. She also likes to fuck me with her on top while I suck her tits. In the old days, she would rarely come but I did come every time. That's not the case anymore. If I don't make her come, she usually locks me back up without an orgasm. That way I'll be very motivated to get her in the mood to come next time and to be gentle and loving. If I do come, she expects me to clean her up afterwards. I usually do this with a warm washcloth, but lately, she's been telling me to lick her clean because it is more humiliating.
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