I wish I was single in the 90s. There were no dating apps then. No cell phones, really. Certainly no cell phones people took seriously. Back then it was considered rude to be broken up with over the phone, with the worst offense occurring via answering machine. You were broken up with in person. Those were the days of women. Now a women simply stops speaking to you without warning, leaving you to wonder if she was hit by a bus on her way to meet you or if she left you sitting alone at a bar entirely on purpose and without regard for your feelings. And that’s only if you had plans to see each other again. In today’s dating world, you literally never know if your first, or fifteenth date will be the last time you see or hear from someone. Both are just as likely, percentage wise.
I’m of the last generation that will ever remember both. The world with the Internet, and without. But what the generation above me has that I don’t is the fact that they were single, and dating, in the 90s. What was it like? When you made plans with someone, you actually had to show up, as the text flake-out was not a menu item available to you. Maybe people were more cautious about making plans, knowing they’d really have to keep them? Maybe the quality of a night out was improved by people being more selective? I want to study this like an anthropologist. It’s baffling, and also I feel like we need to preserve these stories for generations to come. My grandkids (ugh) will be hanging out via video chat (in my day it was the mall) and going to school through virtual reality (I took a bus, like an American). In the future no one will ever leave the house and dating will be determined by algorithm. Let’s make sure to tell future generations just how good we had it, hmm?
Entire relationships now take place without the use of the human voice. Texting, the least-warm communications method short of a fire engine’s siren is how we connect to and interact with other human beings. Major decisions, life changes are determined via text. Moving in together, merging bank accounts, divorce, these things can legitimately be decided upon with nothing more than our thumbs, and it’s ruffling my goddamn feathers. It’s also just an illogical way to build up an affinity for someone. I don’t think it’s bragging if I say I can write a decent sentence suitable for texting. I’m not bad at that particular activity. But I don’t think it’s possible to fall in love with me (or even just fall in like with me), through texting alone. But it’s all I’ve got.
There was a time in my single life when I was still taking “advice.” I was listening to what other people had to say, following their instructions, because I didn’t want to seem (or even truly be) closed off or stubborn. I still figured anything was worth a shot. A good friend of mine, slightly older and one of the first to really utilize online dating (with success) told me I had to stop the texting and demand that a woman call me. Person-to-person connection and attachment development couldn’t happen via text, voice had to be involved. I resisted, but she was married to a guy she met online, the girl had clout. I went out on a date with a very nice, funny, charming woman, who then texted me nonstop, never really asking to see me again, but not leaving me alone, either. She said I was not to write back to one more text message, I was simply to say: Hey, I’m really busy at work right now. Why don’t you give me a call tonight and we can make plans?
And she did! She actually called me on the phone and I heard her voice. This was a triumph, a success. Except for the part where she didn’t know how to speak on the phone very well or even form coherent sentences and it was the worst and most awkward 2:13 of my entire life. We didn’t make any concrete plans, and I never heard from her again, via phone, text, or carrier pigeon. I haven’t asked a woman to call me since. This was three years ago. I don’t take advice anymore.
I remember when (holy shit that sounds old) the only way you could communicate with your friends if you were not in the same room was via telephone. We lived and died by our phones, and our answering machines. I had the clear kind with the colorful innards and a neon cord. Now dusty relics in the basement of a hoarder, these items were once the primary tools utilized by the unmarried and mating human adult. So was memory, for goodness sake. Count, if you will, the number of phone numbers you currently know by heart. If you can’t get past Mom….Dad, you’ve fallen victim. We’re not currently using our memories, our speaking skills, or our manners. We did in the 90s.
And, my goodness, did they meet people naturally back then? Like, out at places? During events that were not specifically and obviously set ups? Can you imagine a buzzyworthy bar back in the 90s? Just picture it! It must have been full of people looking up, for fuck’s sake, paying attention to what was happening in front of them, in the room, rather than a device and 4G connection away, all with a backdrop of 90s alternative/rock (real, not like..The Verve Pipe), playing perfectly above their heads. There were no craft cocktails being over-elaborately shaken by mustached men in vests. There were just shots and beers doled out by tall, dirty-haired men or lipsticked women who took no shit. Did these people know how good they had it? Now house music blares seizure-inducing tones and frequencies as a sea of faces lights up with a light blue glow, as people involve themselves in something fake somewhere else that is more important than something real in the room right now.
And I know what you’re thinking: , the things you want are probably not happening because of you, not because it’s no longer the 90s. Live in the now. And I’m sure you’re right. There’s probably something inherently terrible about me that’s preventing women from saying hello. Friends and colleagues have often referred to me as intimidating, but I don’t know what that means, I engage in actual conversation and have real thoughts and questions and opinions and I don’t hide myself to seem less of myself in order to make people like me. My friends and family like me just fine. I’m assuming one day, one woman, might do the same. If anything, it’s a filter, my personality. If I scare or intimidate you, good. Away with you. I have a thing for bravery.
Now single men spend an inordinate amount of time asking each other one question, over and over and over:
“Where do single woman go?”
We simply don’t know. We can’t find them. They’re insects scattering at the flip of a light switch. They’re not at bars, or restaurants. They don’t attend events. I’ve never sat next to one on an airplane Somewhere along the way we decided to start lying to each other, suggesting we try to meet woman at the grocery store. Some gremlin put a scene like that in a movie and we all decided to take it as gospel because that was a much better story to tell our grandkids. You actually can meet women at the grocery store, but you have to hunt them down, like safari.
So yes, I miss the 90s. When I still listened to music on an actual radio and taped songs as they came on. I had to work for my music collection, rather than simply opening Spotify. Boys asked girls out by passing them notes or like…actually asking. A time when there were no cell phones on dinner tables, no dating apps exposing us to everyone, anyone, on the off chance one of those millions of someones was a person we might like. Ghosting, if it existed, didn’t have a name. Seeing a movie in the theater still cost less than purchasing the DVD of it. The family all shared one computer. There was a little bit of accountability in dating. And all my phone knew how to do was ring.
Friday, February 23, 2018
PERSONAL: WHY WOMAN CHEAT
Women often end up in marriages that are emotionally and sexually unsatisfying. Women often pursue men unable to provide those things, because they can provide other things like security or egotistical/social validation, and often such men are genuinely good and loving people. However once the script of find a man > get him to fall in love with you > obtain marriage/commitment > have a kid or two is played out, women often wake up to find themselves feeling increasingly detached from their partners. The key to that detachment is unmet needs, which she has a very hard time talking about, and the man is usually utterly clueless about. Over time the relationship runs into the ground because the woman is typically working her ass off to be a good wife (as she defines it) without getting her emotional and sexual needs effectively met (as she defines them).
Once this process really takes hold, the relationship essentially goes bankrupt without the guy knowing. The woman typically expects the guy to work this out intuitively, and becomes contemptuous when he can't. This creates ideal circumstances for the woman to lose all sexual attraction to her husband, whilst feeling increasing temptation to pursue sex with other men. With other men she can get her sexual and emotional needs met, especially when the adrenaline rush of cheating is added to the mix. This becomes addictive, and the woman has to choose between a powerful drug-like rush of sex outside the marriage, or remaining faithful within a dynamic where her needs are chronically unmet. Being human, the drug-rush tends to win causing huge emotional turbulence for the woman, which often gets expressed as anger towards the man she's married to.
Over time, the woman moves through predictable stages of increasing detachment, until there is no chance of saving the relationship. Counselling, separation, and other strategies to delay the collapse of the marriage are often part of a slow death to the partnership. These rarely have a hope of fixing the issue, and are typically done for social reasons rather than in a genuine attempt to fix things. Therapists rarely if ever have the understanding or courage to address what is actually happening, and often women are not honest about what’s actually happening anyway. Men play their part in this too, by tolerating and putting up with less and less love from the woman, hoping things will get better with time, without actually changing the way they are behaving or standing up for themselves.
Important to understanding all of this, is understanding the way our society conditions women to deny their own sexuality, and sexual needs. This denial is linked to the desire of men to be certain of paternity, and the social constructs they put in place to try and ensure any kids they end up raising are definitely their own. Essentially women have been historically shamed for their sexual needs, whilst men have typically been given broad leeway to pursue theirs, and this has often been excused through various social constructs and conditioning. The consequence of this is that women often commit to marriages and relationships without being sexually and emotionally satisfied, and to men who are not only incapable of providing this, they don’t even know it’s required. Often the woman herself is taken by surprise when testosterone changes around the age of 30 create surprisingly different sexual priorities than she has ever had to manage before.
The "game" for women, in many cases, consists of getting men to commit. Thus a system is born in which woman seek to lock a man down while simultaneously ignoring their own desires. This system causes some women to behave in ways in which they focus on the fantasy of getting someone to commit rather than the person their partner is. From this the woman may feel taken advantage of further down the road when her husband has been ignoring her (even though she set the stage for this); both the focus on fantasy fulfillment as well, as the sacrifice that is made while accomplishing this task, can lead to huge rifts in the relationship which are further compounded for a number of cultural and biological reasons
Once this process really takes hold, the relationship essentially goes bankrupt without the guy knowing. The woman typically expects the guy to work this out intuitively, and becomes contemptuous when he can't. This creates ideal circumstances for the woman to lose all sexual attraction to her husband, whilst feeling increasing temptation to pursue sex with other men. With other men she can get her sexual and emotional needs met, especially when the adrenaline rush of cheating is added to the mix. This becomes addictive, and the woman has to choose between a powerful drug-like rush of sex outside the marriage, or remaining faithful within a dynamic where her needs are chronically unmet. Being human, the drug-rush tends to win causing huge emotional turbulence for the woman, which often gets expressed as anger towards the man she's married to.
Over time, the woman moves through predictable stages of increasing detachment, until there is no chance of saving the relationship. Counselling, separation, and other strategies to delay the collapse of the marriage are often part of a slow death to the partnership. These rarely have a hope of fixing the issue, and are typically done for social reasons rather than in a genuine attempt to fix things. Therapists rarely if ever have the understanding or courage to address what is actually happening, and often women are not honest about what’s actually happening anyway. Men play their part in this too, by tolerating and putting up with less and less love from the woman, hoping things will get better with time, without actually changing the way they are behaving or standing up for themselves.
Important to understanding all of this, is understanding the way our society conditions women to deny their own sexuality, and sexual needs. This denial is linked to the desire of men to be certain of paternity, and the social constructs they put in place to try and ensure any kids they end up raising are definitely their own. Essentially women have been historically shamed for their sexual needs, whilst men have typically been given broad leeway to pursue theirs, and this has often been excused through various social constructs and conditioning. The consequence of this is that women often commit to marriages and relationships without being sexually and emotionally satisfied, and to men who are not only incapable of providing this, they don’t even know it’s required. Often the woman herself is taken by surprise when testosterone changes around the age of 30 create surprisingly different sexual priorities than she has ever had to manage before.
The "game" for women, in many cases, consists of getting men to commit. Thus a system is born in which woman seek to lock a man down while simultaneously ignoring their own desires. This system causes some women to behave in ways in which they focus on the fantasy of getting someone to commit rather than the person their partner is. From this the woman may feel taken advantage of further down the road when her husband has been ignoring her (even though she set the stage for this); both the focus on fantasy fulfillment as well, as the sacrifice that is made while accomplishing this task, can lead to huge rifts in the relationship which are further compounded for a number of cultural and biological reasons
PERSONAL: SHE'S JUST NOT INTO YOU
Everywhere I look, people preach that passionless long-term relationships and marriages are inevitable. Women supposedly lose their desires while men are forever frustrated. They claim you have to accept your miserable fate and learn to laugh about it. That isn’t funny to me. The sad thing is, they’re often right. There are so many couples where both parties feel unfulfilled. And it got me thinking…why is that? We’re the most plugged-in, knowledgeable generation in history. We have an unlimited supply of relationship books, dating advice blogs, and marriage counselors. We have all the resources needed to create exciting sexual connections.
So if it’s not a lack of resources, then maybe the resources are wrong. I’ve come to realize the problem is…
No one is speaking honestly. They sugarcoat everything. They don’t have the guts to admit what’s really going on. It’s the fluff perpetuated by society, religion, “relationship experts”, magazines, and dating game shows.
Guess what? Most of it doesn’t work. If it did, why do…
-Roughly 48% to 53% of marriages end in divorce.
-2/3 of divorces get initiated by women.
-An estimated 15-20% of marriages become sexless.
-41% of marriages have one or both partner committing infidelity. 54% of women admit to cheating at least once in their lives. 68% of women say they would have an affair if they didn’t get caught. And those are just the ones who owned up to it.
You and everyone else has a hundred different reasons why you’re not having sex:
Your woman is stressed at work. There’s never enough time in the day. You just need more date nights. Life is hard and tiring. The list goes on and on.
While all of the above may be true, no one is saying the biggest overarching reason:
She’s just not that attracted to you.
She probably was at some point in the past but not currently. Right now you don’t get her turned on to the point where she can’t control herself. You don’t draw the primal, animalistic lust out of her. And she’s not getting wet enough when she’s with you.
This is where a good portion of readers will start flipping out. “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about !” They will get defensive, panic, and rationalize their lack of sex under the guise of “My partner has a low libido. She has a low sex-drive and doesn’t think about that stuff.”
Really? That’s why….
-48% of women masturbate weekly.
-50 Shades of Grey obliterated records becoming the fastest selling paperback in history. The series has sold a whopping 70 million copies and has been read by nearly every woman under the age of 55. Oh and it contains 98.54% more sexual content than the average romance novel.
-42% of women are dissatisfied with their current sex life.
Barring medical complications (which I’ll discuss later), chances are I’m right. We are born to have sex — it’s part of our biology, just like eating and sleeping. It’s one of our core physiological needs to live happily. And if you still think I’m full of it, consider this…
-Does she really have no time for sex? Is she spending effort watching TV, on the computer, and other leisure activities?
-Does she exercise, do yoga and maintain physical activity during the day? Then why when it comes to intimacy, she’s always too tired? Most of the time, you’re doing the physical work and expending the energy.
-How often did she have sex in her previous relationships? What are the naughtiest things she’s done with someone else?
The biggest mindfuck is when men-in-denial are left by their supposedly frigid women. Girls leave their sexless relationships and suddenly enjoy being sexually liberated. They start hooking up with guys like crazy or end up with a new man that they can’t resist being penetrated by.
You really think your partner doesn’t crave sex anymore? Stop the denial. They just don’t desire you. I can’t give you a definitive answer on what you should end up doing with your relationship. Everyone’s situation is different — some couples have been together for many years, some are married with a home, and some have children. It’s never an easy decision. But I can tell you this…
Give the above a fair shot. For me, that would mean a couple months, not years. If she’s always negative or disrespectful, if she doesn’t put in any effort, and if nothing has improved, it might be time to consider walking away. You should never stay in a relationship out of fear — either of the unknown or of being alone. And don’t settle for someone that isn’t meeting your needs.
If you’re in a monogamous relationship, she is the only person you can have sex with unless you plan on cheating. If you’re unhappy and unfulfilled sexually, will you be able to spend the rest of your life like that? Will she? I doubt it.
Sex doesn’t have to get less enjoyable over time. Marriages are not destined to dead bedrooms. And stop believing that women don’t want sex as much as we do.
Find the right woman and be an irresistible man.
So if it’s not a lack of resources, then maybe the resources are wrong. I’ve come to realize the problem is…
No one is speaking honestly. They sugarcoat everything. They don’t have the guts to admit what’s really going on. It’s the fluff perpetuated by society, religion, “relationship experts”, magazines, and dating game shows.
Guess what? Most of it doesn’t work. If it did, why do…
-Roughly 48% to 53% of marriages end in divorce.
-2/3 of divorces get initiated by women.
-An estimated 15-20% of marriages become sexless.
-41% of marriages have one or both partner committing infidelity. 54% of women admit to cheating at least once in their lives. 68% of women say they would have an affair if they didn’t get caught. And those are just the ones who owned up to it.
You and everyone else has a hundred different reasons why you’re not having sex:
Your woman is stressed at work. There’s never enough time in the day. You just need more date nights. Life is hard and tiring. The list goes on and on.
While all of the above may be true, no one is saying the biggest overarching reason:
She’s just not that attracted to you.
She probably was at some point in the past but not currently. Right now you don’t get her turned on to the point where she can’t control herself. You don’t draw the primal, animalistic lust out of her. And she’s not getting wet enough when she’s with you.
This is where a good portion of readers will start flipping out. “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about !” They will get defensive, panic, and rationalize their lack of sex under the guise of “My partner has a low libido. She has a low sex-drive and doesn’t think about that stuff.”
Really? That’s why….
-48% of women masturbate weekly.
-50 Shades of Grey obliterated records becoming the fastest selling paperback in history. The series has sold a whopping 70 million copies and has been read by nearly every woman under the age of 55. Oh and it contains 98.54% more sexual content than the average romance novel.
-42% of women are dissatisfied with their current sex life.
Barring medical complications (which I’ll discuss later), chances are I’m right. We are born to have sex — it’s part of our biology, just like eating and sleeping. It’s one of our core physiological needs to live happily. And if you still think I’m full of it, consider this…
-Does she really have no time for sex? Is she spending effort watching TV, on the computer, and other leisure activities?
-Does she exercise, do yoga and maintain physical activity during the day? Then why when it comes to intimacy, she’s always too tired? Most of the time, you’re doing the physical work and expending the energy.
-How often did she have sex in her previous relationships? What are the naughtiest things she’s done with someone else?
The biggest mindfuck is when men-in-denial are left by their supposedly frigid women. Girls leave their sexless relationships and suddenly enjoy being sexually liberated. They start hooking up with guys like crazy or end up with a new man that they can’t resist being penetrated by.
You really think your partner doesn’t crave sex anymore? Stop the denial. They just don’t desire you. I can’t give you a definitive answer on what you should end up doing with your relationship. Everyone’s situation is different — some couples have been together for many years, some are married with a home, and some have children. It’s never an easy decision. But I can tell you this…
Give the above a fair shot. For me, that would mean a couple months, not years. If she’s always negative or disrespectful, if she doesn’t put in any effort, and if nothing has improved, it might be time to consider walking away. You should never stay in a relationship out of fear — either of the unknown or of being alone. And don’t settle for someone that isn’t meeting your needs.
If you’re in a monogamous relationship, she is the only person you can have sex with unless you plan on cheating. If you’re unhappy and unfulfilled sexually, will you be able to spend the rest of your life like that? Will she? I doubt it.
Sex doesn’t have to get less enjoyable over time. Marriages are not destined to dead bedrooms. And stop believing that women don’t want sex as much as we do.
Find the right woman and be an irresistible man.
Monday, February 19, 2018
FROM A FAN: WHY I LIKE TO PERFORM ORAL SEX SO MUCH:
Why do I like to perform oral sex so much?”
In no particular order:
1-Intimacy: every sex act can be “the most intimate”, but the closeness that I feel with his cock in my mouth is a special kind of intimacy that, at least for me, can’t be replicated with any other form of sexual touch. The feeling of being just that close, where his cock is in the same place as my thoughts and feelings and breath, is emotionally overwhelming. I never feel so intimate with him than when his hard cock is straining against my throat.
2-I’m beneath him. It’s possible to give oral sex from many different positions, but my favorite is always to be comfortably beneath him. This feels right to me as a submissive woman who believes cock worship and oral sex are acts of surrender and adoration. I love to be in a kneeling position because it shows him that I accept and love my place beneath him.
3-Generosity: oral sex is a fundamentally generous act because none of us has genital nerves in our mouths. The soul of lovemaking is generosity, of giving everything you are to the one whose pleasure is your greatest reward.
4-All senses firing: when his cock is on my lips, on my tongue, or working back into my throat, I can smell his maleness, I can taste his essence, I can hear the sounds of my mouth and throat echoing around my head, I can feel with my sensitive tongue and mouth, I can see up close every beautiful element of his richly detailed cock, each vein, the vibrant colors of his arousal, how it glistens, how his velvety soft skin overlays a shaft like iron. We experience our lives, our selves, our bodies with our senses, all of which are located in or around the mouth. Oral sex is a very sensory experience not only for him, but for me.
5-Focus: everything disappears but his cock, his pleasure, my purpose. I don’t have to try to concentrate. I just do. I slip into another world, where it’s just the two of us, and his cock is the star around which I orbit.
6-Speechless: I can’t talk with his cock deep in my mouth. I can moan, and I do. I also communicate with my eyes, looking up into his. I let my actions speak for me. He’s heard me talk about how much I respect him, how much I revere him. This is my chance to show him what that means.
7-Relaxation: when he comes home from work, he’s tired. He wants to relax, to release. He doesn’t want to have to take the lead every time he has sexual urges. He wants to know he can flop down on the couch, cast a quick glance at the floor at his feet, and watch me sink down eagerly, ready to work out all the stress that comes with being a man with responsibility and obligations in the world. He’s home now; he can relax.
8-Good morning: first thing in the morning, before he’s even awake, I like to snuggle up beside his sleeping cock and welcome him to a new day with love and affection. Wake him gently, letting his cock swell first, and his eyes open second. Oral sex is the perfect way to have sex before work. This way he won’t be worn out and tired before he even gets out of bed; and you’ll have given him a surge of self-confidence for the day ahead, knowing how deeply you respect him.
9-Gratification: men who haven’t been the recipients of eager, frequent, skilled oral sex - and even those who have been and are - will experience it as tremendously gratifying. It is a whole host of sensations and emotions that he can’t experience any other way. Men whose partners don’t give them oral sex feel it as a loss. I love knowing he will never feel that sense that something is missing.
10-Lingual stimulation: the tongue is a unique organ, which, in combination with a warm, sucking mouth, can provide such a wide variety of sensations with such precision that no other type of sex can give him such specific pleasure.
11-Male focus: fellatio is male-centered. I do it in large part because I want to live the male-centered nature of our relationship. He is the center, and I am at his feet, in service to his pleasure and his will. He knows, when he sees me like this, that I revere his manhood and accept his authority.
12-Anywhere: I can suck his cock anywhere. I don’t need to be undressed, or to undress him, to do it. I don’t have to be indoors, much less in bed. I can do it under his desk at work, from the passenger seat in the car, kneeling on the balcony floor while he reads the paper, or anywhere else for that matter, as long as we’re alone and together. Oral sex is the most flexible after manual sex.
13-Huge variety: there are endless variations on oral stimulation. It can be anywhere from violent to gentle, from degrading to triumphant, from sensual to dirty, from messy to neat, from hours long to quick, from frantic to languid, from deeply submissive to empoweringly dominant, from playfully casual to desperately in love.
14-Control: He decides how much control he needs to have over things. He can lie back and let me care for him; he can watch and guide me with his voice; he can put his hand gently on my cheek or hair; he can encourage me into his rhythm with his hand on my head; he can thrust his hips up into my mouth; he can ball up my hair in his fist and immobilize me; he can pin me down or against a wall and fuck me; and so on. By giving him a choice and allowing him to have control, his pleasure comes from what he himself needs. Never forget that we may think we know “how to please him”, but no woman will ever be in a man’s nervous system. He’s the only one who truly knows how it feels.
15-Let him watch: watching me kneeling at his feet, his cock moving in and out of my mouth, my tongue caressing him, is a uniquely gratifying experience for a man. He wants to watch. Sometimes he can’t, because his eyeballs are rolled back in his skull or his brain has switched off all non-essential functions, but he’ll enjoy the view when he can.
16-Stimulate his balls: oral sex is a great way to pay proper attention to his entire genital area. It’s not just his cock that we suck and lick and kiss. Every part of a man’s body deserves to be adored.
17-Swallow: I’m a big believer in swallowing a man’s semen. It’s his essence, he made it for you, you elicited it from him with your love and attention, and it is deeply gratifying for men to witness their cum being swallowed. It’s not the only respectful way to receive a man’s seed but it’s one of the most emotionally loaded ones - and many men won’t have experienced it often in their lives. Like most submissive women, I’m grateful for every drop. Oral sex is the act that most naturally culminates in swallowing.
18-Be proud. Learning to give pleasure with respect and humility is not easy. It can be painful, embarrassing, exhausting, frightening, and intimidating. Practice makes perfect, but until you get to perfect, you have to do a lot of imperfect. It’s a challenge that women can choose to take on. When we do, and succeed, we can and should be proud. That doesn’t mean we lose our humility, but it means we recognize the achievement and celebrate it at every opportunity.
19-Strengthen the relationship. Oral sex makes him feel wanted, loved, and respected. I know that when I service him this way every day, my relationship will be strong and healthy. He will not be wondering how to fuck other women or complaining to his female friends about bed death. He’ll be smiling to himself and thinking about me.
20-Up close and personal. It really is the only way to learn about and appreciate the penis fully - what each special spot likes, what his body responds to, how to slow him down, how to get him over the edge, how to drive him out of his mind. Get to know him. The cock exists to connect with his lover, that’s it’s entire purpose. It wants to get to know you. It wants you to fall in love with it. The center of his body wants to be the center of your world. Let it.
In no particular order:
1-Intimacy: every sex act can be “the most intimate”, but the closeness that I feel with his cock in my mouth is a special kind of intimacy that, at least for me, can’t be replicated with any other form of sexual touch. The feeling of being just that close, where his cock is in the same place as my thoughts and feelings and breath, is emotionally overwhelming. I never feel so intimate with him than when his hard cock is straining against my throat.
2-I’m beneath him. It’s possible to give oral sex from many different positions, but my favorite is always to be comfortably beneath him. This feels right to me as a submissive woman who believes cock worship and oral sex are acts of surrender and adoration. I love to be in a kneeling position because it shows him that I accept and love my place beneath him.
3-Generosity: oral sex is a fundamentally generous act because none of us has genital nerves in our mouths. The soul of lovemaking is generosity, of giving everything you are to the one whose pleasure is your greatest reward.
4-All senses firing: when his cock is on my lips, on my tongue, or working back into my throat, I can smell his maleness, I can taste his essence, I can hear the sounds of my mouth and throat echoing around my head, I can feel with my sensitive tongue and mouth, I can see up close every beautiful element of his richly detailed cock, each vein, the vibrant colors of his arousal, how it glistens, how his velvety soft skin overlays a shaft like iron. We experience our lives, our selves, our bodies with our senses, all of which are located in or around the mouth. Oral sex is a very sensory experience not only for him, but for me.
5-Focus: everything disappears but his cock, his pleasure, my purpose. I don’t have to try to concentrate. I just do. I slip into another world, where it’s just the two of us, and his cock is the star around which I orbit.
6-Speechless: I can’t talk with his cock deep in my mouth. I can moan, and I do. I also communicate with my eyes, looking up into his. I let my actions speak for me. He’s heard me talk about how much I respect him, how much I revere him. This is my chance to show him what that means.
7-Relaxation: when he comes home from work, he’s tired. He wants to relax, to release. He doesn’t want to have to take the lead every time he has sexual urges. He wants to know he can flop down on the couch, cast a quick glance at the floor at his feet, and watch me sink down eagerly, ready to work out all the stress that comes with being a man with responsibility and obligations in the world. He’s home now; he can relax.
8-Good morning: first thing in the morning, before he’s even awake, I like to snuggle up beside his sleeping cock and welcome him to a new day with love and affection. Wake him gently, letting his cock swell first, and his eyes open second. Oral sex is the perfect way to have sex before work. This way he won’t be worn out and tired before he even gets out of bed; and you’ll have given him a surge of self-confidence for the day ahead, knowing how deeply you respect him.
9-Gratification: men who haven’t been the recipients of eager, frequent, skilled oral sex - and even those who have been and are - will experience it as tremendously gratifying. It is a whole host of sensations and emotions that he can’t experience any other way. Men whose partners don’t give them oral sex feel it as a loss. I love knowing he will never feel that sense that something is missing.
10-Lingual stimulation: the tongue is a unique organ, which, in combination with a warm, sucking mouth, can provide such a wide variety of sensations with such precision that no other type of sex can give him such specific pleasure.
11-Male focus: fellatio is male-centered. I do it in large part because I want to live the male-centered nature of our relationship. He is the center, and I am at his feet, in service to his pleasure and his will. He knows, when he sees me like this, that I revere his manhood and accept his authority.
12-Anywhere: I can suck his cock anywhere. I don’t need to be undressed, or to undress him, to do it. I don’t have to be indoors, much less in bed. I can do it under his desk at work, from the passenger seat in the car, kneeling on the balcony floor while he reads the paper, or anywhere else for that matter, as long as we’re alone and together. Oral sex is the most flexible after manual sex.
13-Huge variety: there are endless variations on oral stimulation. It can be anywhere from violent to gentle, from degrading to triumphant, from sensual to dirty, from messy to neat, from hours long to quick, from frantic to languid, from deeply submissive to empoweringly dominant, from playfully casual to desperately in love.
14-Control: He decides how much control he needs to have over things. He can lie back and let me care for him; he can watch and guide me with his voice; he can put his hand gently on my cheek or hair; he can encourage me into his rhythm with his hand on my head; he can thrust his hips up into my mouth; he can ball up my hair in his fist and immobilize me; he can pin me down or against a wall and fuck me; and so on. By giving him a choice and allowing him to have control, his pleasure comes from what he himself needs. Never forget that we may think we know “how to please him”, but no woman will ever be in a man’s nervous system. He’s the only one who truly knows how it feels.
15-Let him watch: watching me kneeling at his feet, his cock moving in and out of my mouth, my tongue caressing him, is a uniquely gratifying experience for a man. He wants to watch. Sometimes he can’t, because his eyeballs are rolled back in his skull or his brain has switched off all non-essential functions, but he’ll enjoy the view when he can.
16-Stimulate his balls: oral sex is a great way to pay proper attention to his entire genital area. It’s not just his cock that we suck and lick and kiss. Every part of a man’s body deserves to be adored.
17-Swallow: I’m a big believer in swallowing a man’s semen. It’s his essence, he made it for you, you elicited it from him with your love and attention, and it is deeply gratifying for men to witness their cum being swallowed. It’s not the only respectful way to receive a man’s seed but it’s one of the most emotionally loaded ones - and many men won’t have experienced it often in their lives. Like most submissive women, I’m grateful for every drop. Oral sex is the act that most naturally culminates in swallowing.
18-Be proud. Learning to give pleasure with respect and humility is not easy. It can be painful, embarrassing, exhausting, frightening, and intimidating. Practice makes perfect, but until you get to perfect, you have to do a lot of imperfect. It’s a challenge that women can choose to take on. When we do, and succeed, we can and should be proud. That doesn’t mean we lose our humility, but it means we recognize the achievement and celebrate it at every opportunity.
19-Strengthen the relationship. Oral sex makes him feel wanted, loved, and respected. I know that when I service him this way every day, my relationship will be strong and healthy. He will not be wondering how to fuck other women or complaining to his female friends about bed death. He’ll be smiling to himself and thinking about me.
20-Up close and personal. It really is the only way to learn about and appreciate the penis fully - what each special spot likes, what his body responds to, how to slow him down, how to get him over the edge, how to drive him out of his mind. Get to know him. The cock exists to connect with his lover, that’s it’s entire purpose. It wants to get to know you. It wants you to fall in love with it. The center of his body wants to be the center of your world. Let it.
Sunday, February 11, 2018
PERSONAL: MOVING OUT OF THE HOUSE I GREW UP IN
About two weeks ago my mom sold the house that she had for over 45 years. I grew up in that house. But since my Dad passed away about 1.5 years ago. It was losing my dad all over again. All the memories......gone. My mom now lives with me.....she is looking to move to NYC
THOUGHTS: I WILL FOREVER STAY WITH YOU
You’re important to me. I think if there’s anything that will last forever, it’s that. Whether we separate, stay in touch or rarely speak again, you will always be that little someone I really do care for, that I would sacrifice everything for to protect and keep safe
Sometimes you are going to miss a person who was an almost to you. And feel sad because there is no name for that feeling. You just feel it in a way that makes you tired to your very bones.Maybe our love won’t be like the movies. Maybe there won’t be a grand ending, an airport run, a long embrace where the I love you’s come pouring out as fast as the laughs and tears. Maybe it’ll be as simple as breakfast on a weekday. You’ll be drinking coffee, I’ll be eating cereal; I’ll look at you, you’ll look at me, and we’ll just know
Stolen moments were the most treasured realm in romantic pursuit. A moment to where everything was silent and undisturbed. For anything that has moments, time stopped and froze. Moments were the tiny skips of your heart, distinct, rhetorical and undisputed. We cannot control these moments because they eclipsed and momentarily fleeting, akin to a bubble in the still air; unnoticeable. But if you captured moments, freely in motion, it was like you became eternal
At this very moment, time captures us. It feels forever because there are pebbles of memories form in secret. Memories become sentiments. Sentiments reside in your senses. Like how a smell could open a past memory; a taste of food to remember a moment with someone. See? Everything has moments. You just have to be keen on recalling what keeps it worth
I hold your hand to my cheek and feel the warmth once absent make my skin alive again. I press my lips into your palm, imprinting my soul against your lifeline, inhaling the comfort of your touch. I hold your gaze and fall back into familiar pools, a look of love quietly shared, slowly rekindled. When your hand touches mine, it is all I need to know that you are mine and you are here and you are holding me, touching me, hearing the whispers of this heart that waited for yours. I trace the path of your fingertips, my fire mirroring yours. The rest of the coffee shop fades as I lose myself in your touch, your now. Your lips are my passion, your hands are my peace, and you’re home, I’m home — we’re home
And maybe you wanted to go easy on her, you wanted to start slowly, to approach with finesse, and yes, you took control of your howling, throbbing hunger, thirst and desire. But then her glance met your glance, eye to eye, and her scent, her warmth, her wet kissing affirmation gave way to your needs and cravings in pristine affections. So you kissed and clenched in passionate determination, grabbed her hair, bit her neck, soaked up her heat in a fiery relentless embrace, and pulled her away, closer to you, deeper into a world solely ruled by passion, commanded by lust, and with every move and breath she accepted the inevitability reign of your hands and strength and overwhelming manliness, while she felt in her ultimate defeat and surrender as secure and home as never before. She became yours, and in claiming her you became hers as well, lust-laden clearly and in a love beyond time and space forged to last forever.
You know, we are not perfect.
But then again, who really is?
We cant blame ourself on the mistakes we make when we are living. We are really just experiencing life. You live and you learn. There are times where i feel like giving up.
There are times where i feel worthless.
Or times where im insecure about myself.
But once i got older i found out that i’m not the only one facing these problems. I know how much i’m worth. But i wish that i knew that last year.
I know that i deserve more than the way i get treated time on time.
That everytime i show that i care about somebody they use my kindness for weakness. I know and i notice.
And when people keep treating you poorly you become heartless and stop putting your trust in anything or anybody. I know for a fact that i deserve more than keep being hurt while im putting my trust in people. I am not perfect but i know my selfworth. Stop acting like i’m not the one that would be at your doorstep at 5am when you are crying yourself to sleep with red bloodshot eyes from the alcohol. Stop treating me like i am a stranger when i only want the best for you. But who am i fooling. We all know that people leave and that friendships fade away and that you can only depend on yourself at the end of the day. But how nice would it be if people stayed with you thru the good and the bad? That understands you when you make bad decisions. Because even when you marry you promise all those things, all those fantasies that you end up breaking. How could you promise somebody to love them forever when love is just an feeling? A feeling that you could lose when you wake up the next morning.
We are not perfect, but we deserve it.
We been thru too much, we experienced every emotion and every feeling.
And sometimes we are lonely. Sometimes it feels like nobody understands me and that i need to distance myself from people to understand myself a little more. Just to sit back and reflect on everything that happend the past months and how i can carry any further. I know that i am fighting myself sometimes, change is strange but we need to accept it.
We are not perfect, but we are care-taking.
Who wants to be perfect anyway?
Why would you want to live by the rules and do the same thing every day?
I surely am not perfect, but i know that i am strong. I know that i won’t settle for less.
And so should you, the one that feels like their not worth it while you really are. You are so important. You deserve everything you want and you will achieve it. Everybody faces struggles along the way but you sure as hell will reach your destination. Some will take a couple of months to reach it and some take a couple of years. Work on yourself every day and put a lot of love into yourself and see how quick you will start to appreciate yourself more.
We are not perfect, but we are worth it
It is a kind of love, is it not? How the cup holds the tea, how the chair stands sturdy and foursquare, how the floor receives the bottoms of shoes or toes. How soles of feet know where they’re supposed to be. I’ve been thinking about the patience of ordinary things, how clothes wait respectfully in closets and soap dries quietly in the dish, and towels drink the wet from the skin of the back. And the lovely repetition of stairs. And what is more generous than a window?
I say ‘I love you’
to you
too frequently,
because I know that someday
I won’t be able to,
and so before that day,
I want to be able
to say
a lifetime’s worth,
so that you’ll know
that you’re worthy
forever
I want to taste your breath,
as you whisper my name
on the tip of my tongue,
your words caressing it,
making it swell in way that tells you
that
I long for you.
I want to feel
the touch of your fingers
leaving scars down my back,
follicles of your being
meshing with me,
that’ll stay there
for days,
for weeks,
for months,
for years,
so that I’ll always carry
something of you
with me
for eternity.
I want to kiss you,
purple bruises and all,
the image of your arms around me
burned into my mind,
making my face become rosy
when you move
the slightest bit.
Run your hands
through the strands of my hair
and keep me sane
by driving me insane
with
anticipation
and
hesitation.
Love me the way
that I
want to love you,
and stay mine darling
and I’ll forever stay yours
Sometimes you are going to miss a person who was an almost to you. And feel sad because there is no name for that feeling. You just feel it in a way that makes you tired to your very bones.Maybe our love won’t be like the movies. Maybe there won’t be a grand ending, an airport run, a long embrace where the I love you’s come pouring out as fast as the laughs and tears. Maybe it’ll be as simple as breakfast on a weekday. You’ll be drinking coffee, I’ll be eating cereal; I’ll look at you, you’ll look at me, and we’ll just know
Stolen moments were the most treasured realm in romantic pursuit. A moment to where everything was silent and undisturbed. For anything that has moments, time stopped and froze. Moments were the tiny skips of your heart, distinct, rhetorical and undisputed. We cannot control these moments because they eclipsed and momentarily fleeting, akin to a bubble in the still air; unnoticeable. But if you captured moments, freely in motion, it was like you became eternal
At this very moment, time captures us. It feels forever because there are pebbles of memories form in secret. Memories become sentiments. Sentiments reside in your senses. Like how a smell could open a past memory; a taste of food to remember a moment with someone. See? Everything has moments. You just have to be keen on recalling what keeps it worth
I hold your hand to my cheek and feel the warmth once absent make my skin alive again. I press my lips into your palm, imprinting my soul against your lifeline, inhaling the comfort of your touch. I hold your gaze and fall back into familiar pools, a look of love quietly shared, slowly rekindled. When your hand touches mine, it is all I need to know that you are mine and you are here and you are holding me, touching me, hearing the whispers of this heart that waited for yours. I trace the path of your fingertips, my fire mirroring yours. The rest of the coffee shop fades as I lose myself in your touch, your now. Your lips are my passion, your hands are my peace, and you’re home, I’m home — we’re home
And maybe you wanted to go easy on her, you wanted to start slowly, to approach with finesse, and yes, you took control of your howling, throbbing hunger, thirst and desire. But then her glance met your glance, eye to eye, and her scent, her warmth, her wet kissing affirmation gave way to your needs and cravings in pristine affections. So you kissed and clenched in passionate determination, grabbed her hair, bit her neck, soaked up her heat in a fiery relentless embrace, and pulled her away, closer to you, deeper into a world solely ruled by passion, commanded by lust, and with every move and breath she accepted the inevitability reign of your hands and strength and overwhelming manliness, while she felt in her ultimate defeat and surrender as secure and home as never before. She became yours, and in claiming her you became hers as well, lust-laden clearly and in a love beyond time and space forged to last forever.
You know, we are not perfect.
But then again, who really is?
We cant blame ourself on the mistakes we make when we are living. We are really just experiencing life. You live and you learn. There are times where i feel like giving up.
There are times where i feel worthless.
Or times where im insecure about myself.
But once i got older i found out that i’m not the only one facing these problems. I know how much i’m worth. But i wish that i knew that last year.
I know that i deserve more than the way i get treated time on time.
That everytime i show that i care about somebody they use my kindness for weakness. I know and i notice.
And when people keep treating you poorly you become heartless and stop putting your trust in anything or anybody. I know for a fact that i deserve more than keep being hurt while im putting my trust in people. I am not perfect but i know my selfworth. Stop acting like i’m not the one that would be at your doorstep at 5am when you are crying yourself to sleep with red bloodshot eyes from the alcohol. Stop treating me like i am a stranger when i only want the best for you. But who am i fooling. We all know that people leave and that friendships fade away and that you can only depend on yourself at the end of the day. But how nice would it be if people stayed with you thru the good and the bad? That understands you when you make bad decisions. Because even when you marry you promise all those things, all those fantasies that you end up breaking. How could you promise somebody to love them forever when love is just an feeling? A feeling that you could lose when you wake up the next morning.
We are not perfect, but we deserve it.
We been thru too much, we experienced every emotion and every feeling.
And sometimes we are lonely. Sometimes it feels like nobody understands me and that i need to distance myself from people to understand myself a little more. Just to sit back and reflect on everything that happend the past months and how i can carry any further. I know that i am fighting myself sometimes, change is strange but we need to accept it.
We are not perfect, but we are care-taking.
Who wants to be perfect anyway?
Why would you want to live by the rules and do the same thing every day?
I surely am not perfect, but i know that i am strong. I know that i won’t settle for less.
And so should you, the one that feels like their not worth it while you really are. You are so important. You deserve everything you want and you will achieve it. Everybody faces struggles along the way but you sure as hell will reach your destination. Some will take a couple of months to reach it and some take a couple of years. Work on yourself every day and put a lot of love into yourself and see how quick you will start to appreciate yourself more.
We are not perfect, but we are worth it
It is a kind of love, is it not? How the cup holds the tea, how the chair stands sturdy and foursquare, how the floor receives the bottoms of shoes or toes. How soles of feet know where they’re supposed to be. I’ve been thinking about the patience of ordinary things, how clothes wait respectfully in closets and soap dries quietly in the dish, and towels drink the wet from the skin of the back. And the lovely repetition of stairs. And what is more generous than a window?
I say ‘I love you’
to you
too frequently,
because I know that someday
I won’t be able to,
and so before that day,
I want to be able
to say
a lifetime’s worth,
so that you’ll know
that you’re worthy
forever
I want to taste your breath,
as you whisper my name
on the tip of my tongue,
your words caressing it,
making it swell in way that tells you
that
I long for you.
I want to feel
the touch of your fingers
leaving scars down my back,
follicles of your being
meshing with me,
that’ll stay there
for days,
for weeks,
for months,
for years,
so that I’ll always carry
something of you
with me
for eternity.
I want to kiss you,
purple bruises and all,
the image of your arms around me
burned into my mind,
making my face become rosy
when you move
the slightest bit.
Run your hands
through the strands of my hair
and keep me sane
by driving me insane
with
anticipation
and
hesitation.
Love me the way
that I
want to love you,
and stay mine darling
and I’ll forever stay yours
STORY: SHE WANT A BABY
Evelyn couldn’t believe what she’d done. A few days ago she’d been avoiding this possibility like the plague, she’d told herself that it couldn’t happen. Of course that had been a few days ago, yesterday told her just how strong her will was. She didn’t even remember how she decided that she keep enough of her wits to tell him ‘no’ when she went to see him but she’d obviously tricked herself. Then she’d told herself that it would only be dinner, only a little conversation with someone who tantalized her senses and could get her mind racing on any of a hundred subjects.
Dinner had turned into a few drinks, and a few drinks had ended with Evelyn on his hotel room couch. He’d ignored her pleas to put on a condom, he’d let her talk and whine about the risks and instead of fighting with her he’d simply filled her, stretching her open as his cock molded her to his shape. That risk had been so much, something she craved and feared and it had driven her into screaming orgasm that he’d simply pushed through.
His hand in her hair, the sharp tug as he bent her back into a tight arch had made her squeeze down on him. She loved her loss of control, her surrender to him as much as she feared how easily she’d given in. Evelyn had tried to find some way to convince herself she didn’t want this, that it was a bad idea but she’d just nodded when he’d told her that she wasn’t leaving until he’d filled her with his baby, the idea turning her on so much more than just knowing the risks that she was taking. There was now a purpose to this, a defined and unavoidable intent and Evelyn almost came again as that knowledge drifted into her mind.
She remembered how her mind had fought itself, fought her body and how he’d told her that she was going to cum. When her hips had started slamming back against his she didn’t know but they had and every lovely, agonizing inch of him stretching her told her that she wasn’t escaping without a pussy full of cum. Her orgasm had been intense, her body thrashing under his as his hand tightened in her hair and his voice growled in her ear about how she was knowing herself up while she felt the throbbing of his cock and that sudden soothing heat deep inside herself.
The rest of the night was a blur of as he’d filled her again, and then one more time in the middle of the night. Every joining had ended the same way and Evelyn had never felt so full of anyone’s cum. She didn’t usually let men cum in her anyways, it wasn’t safe and she was a rational planning person even if the risks turned her on like nothing else. Only here she was, in a hotel shower with steams of cum running down her thighs while she struggled to figure out if she was scared, angry or excited, all three seeming to war in her at once.
“You really are a dirty girl, aren’t you?” Evelyn had just began to soak her hair and his voice started a squeak out of her as she naturally brought an arm up to cover her wet breasts and the other hovering over the vee of her joined thighs.
His laugh at that made her flush red and glare until he stepped forwards and into the shower with her, the mist from the spray still splashing her shoulder glistening on his chest. “It’s nothing I didn’t see last night, not to mention there’s still big white streaks of my cum running out of your little pussy aren’t there?”
“There shouldn’t be any cum in my pussy!” Her foot stamped and Evelyn felt her face flare brighter. She was acting like an angry child but she was angry, her body was full of his sperm right when she was most likely full of her own eggs. It was a bad combination for someone trying to still establish themselves in their life and Evelyn knew it. The fact that it made her dripping wet only pissed her off more. “You turned me into a little slut last night because you know what that does to me and you used it!”
His smirk at her words only made her angrier. “Of course I did, you wanted it, you NEEDED what we did, You just couldn’t get past your own worries…” He stepped closer and Evelyn felt her back bumping against tile as the warm water spilled over her shoulder and down her breasts. “I think you need to be reminded again of what your body wants even if your stubborn little mind won’t accept it.”
Her whimper said all there was to say about that and Evelyn felt her nipples tightening, growing hard as they poked out like beacons announcing her lust. The corresponding ball of heat that bloomed under her stomach had her breath speeding up and her head shaking as she watched him approach her. His cock was hard again, bouncing and pointing at that space between her legs and Evelyn knew what would be happening in a moment even if it was a bad idea.
“Y-you stop trying to get back into my panties right now…” Her words were more confident than her wavering voice as her eyes stayed on his swaying cock until he was suddenly too close for her to see it, his chest against hers and his breath on her lips. Evelyn could feel her nipples grazing his chest and his breath on her made her eyes snap to his as they bored into her. It felt like he was looking into her, his eyes taking in every thought, every worry and desire and stripping her down to her wants and needs.
Her breath hitched when his hands took hold of her again, rough palms on her hips as he let his cock slide against her wet skin and then suddenly Evelyn was spinning. She gasped as he held her from behind, his hands exploring her wet skin, skimming up her flat stomach to cover her shining breast. She didn’t want him to do this and even more of her did and Evelyn found herself moaning as his fingers found her nipple spinning and twirling across it as her back arched and her pussy clenched in anticipation of being full.
She could feel him against her, his cock against her back and his breath on her shoulder as he kissed her neck. Without thinking Evelyn felt herself press back against him, her body wanting his warmth, his touch and her mind lagging behind the decision as his fingers gave her nipples a little pinch drawing out a long hissing moan from her lips.
“You’re going to be full of me again,” His lips brushed her shoulder before she felt the soft sting of his teeth nipping her skin “Full of my cock and then full of my cum. I want you to think about that, to imagine it and to know that you’ll be helping make it happen.” His fingers swirled around her nipples again before he spread his fingers to squeeze her breasts in his palms.
“N-no, I wohhn’t” Her voice shook and she knew her moan breaking her words told him just how little resistance she had to what he was going to do to her. She could feel her hips writhing, grinding back against his cock as he teased her body.
“You’ll be milking me, your body helping me get all my cum to your womb, filling you with my baby…”
Her moan should have been audible in the next suite but she didn’t care, didn’t think about anything but what he was doing to her as she felt one of his hands slide around to press on her shoulders. Evelyn found her hands flat on the tiled walls, her back arched as she looked at him with her eyes half closed while his other hand held her hips still so he could guide himself to her.
It was only a moment but it felt like forever while they held there, his cock at her entrance and his eyes locked to hers and then she was full, suddenly and completely as he pushed into her. Evelyn couldn’t breathe for a handful of heartbeats, her body was frozen, stretched and full as he held onto her hip and pressed her forwards against the shower wall to keep her still while he filled her. She wanted to fight him, to fight this but her body had already surrendered, her wet and greedy pussy swallowing every inch of him in a single motion making it clear just what her body thought of the situation.
And then Evelyn wasn’t thinking about it, wasn’t caring about her body’s betrayal as she moaned and whined her hips jerking back to meet his thrusts as she found herself impaled on his cock again. He filled her, his actions and words melding together to fulfill the fantasies she’d suppressed for so long.
“You’re so fucking tight on my cock…You want to milk me don’t you? You want me to fill up your slutty pussy again?” His groans only made Evelyn whimper as she found her head bobbing up and down in a nod. When had she decided to say yes? She knew that she was still risky, that sometime in the past twenty four hours had begun the peak of her ovulation but still she was saying yes to him putting even more of his sperm in her?
That thought flashed through her as she felt his hand slide off her shoulders coming around to cup her swaying breasts as he fucked into her. His other hand slid around to press against her front, low on her stomach above her womb and he thrust savagely into her making Evelyn squeal at the power he was putting into filling her.
“I’m gonna put my baby here, right here…” His hand pressed tightly against where it rested above her pelvis and Evelyn could only bite down on her lip as she felt her pussy clench down on his cock in her in response. Everything he said was perfect to get her to lose control, to keep her from being rational and she felt like she was drunk on an entire bottle of wine as she thrust her hips back to meet him.
His breathing was speeding up, his thrusts becoming erratic and Evelyn felt her own focus slipping as her body tensed. The hand on her breast pinched down on her nipple and made her gasp as he froze for a moment, grinding his hips in circles as her legs trembled struggling to keep her body upright.
“Tell me what you want, tell me where you want my cum…” He growled into her ear, his breath hot before he bit down on her lobe dragging a moan from her.
“I…oh fuck, I want it in me…I want a baby!” Admitting it out loud, the first time all night set Evelyn off like a bomb. She was sure that they would get noise complaints as she screamed her way through an orgasm, her entire body thrashing and only his hands holding her up keeping her from collapsing onto the shower floor.
She could hear his grunts, his mumbled incoherent noises as his hips gave little jerks and his cock bounced inside her. The pleasure rippling through her left enough of herself to be aware that he was doing it again, his cum flooding her womb and looking for her eggs. Evelyn lost herself in that moment then, letting herself feel it all as her pleasure washed over her, tingling and shooting through her body as her pussy clenched and coiled around his cock to milk out every last drop deep into her body.
Finally he collapsed against her, his body pressing her into the cool tile, holding her up from sliding to the floor as his cock gave its last few jumps inside her. His breath puffed out into her ear again, arrogant teasing clear in his tone, “Your wish is my command…”
With a resigned moan Evelyn let herself accept her fate, her future in the hands of luck and the man who had taken away her will to take heed of caution and common sense in favor of her fantasies of lust and family.
Dinner had turned into a few drinks, and a few drinks had ended with Evelyn on his hotel room couch. He’d ignored her pleas to put on a condom, he’d let her talk and whine about the risks and instead of fighting with her he’d simply filled her, stretching her open as his cock molded her to his shape. That risk had been so much, something she craved and feared and it had driven her into screaming orgasm that he’d simply pushed through.
His hand in her hair, the sharp tug as he bent her back into a tight arch had made her squeeze down on him. She loved her loss of control, her surrender to him as much as she feared how easily she’d given in. Evelyn had tried to find some way to convince herself she didn’t want this, that it was a bad idea but she’d just nodded when he’d told her that she wasn’t leaving until he’d filled her with his baby, the idea turning her on so much more than just knowing the risks that she was taking. There was now a purpose to this, a defined and unavoidable intent and Evelyn almost came again as that knowledge drifted into her mind.
She remembered how her mind had fought itself, fought her body and how he’d told her that she was going to cum. When her hips had started slamming back against his she didn’t know but they had and every lovely, agonizing inch of him stretching her told her that she wasn’t escaping without a pussy full of cum. Her orgasm had been intense, her body thrashing under his as his hand tightened in her hair and his voice growled in her ear about how she was knowing herself up while she felt the throbbing of his cock and that sudden soothing heat deep inside herself.
The rest of the night was a blur of as he’d filled her again, and then one more time in the middle of the night. Every joining had ended the same way and Evelyn had never felt so full of anyone’s cum. She didn’t usually let men cum in her anyways, it wasn’t safe and she was a rational planning person even if the risks turned her on like nothing else. Only here she was, in a hotel shower with steams of cum running down her thighs while she struggled to figure out if she was scared, angry or excited, all three seeming to war in her at once.
“You really are a dirty girl, aren’t you?” Evelyn had just began to soak her hair and his voice started a squeak out of her as she naturally brought an arm up to cover her wet breasts and the other hovering over the vee of her joined thighs.
His laugh at that made her flush red and glare until he stepped forwards and into the shower with her, the mist from the spray still splashing her shoulder glistening on his chest. “It’s nothing I didn’t see last night, not to mention there’s still big white streaks of my cum running out of your little pussy aren’t there?”
“There shouldn’t be any cum in my pussy!” Her foot stamped and Evelyn felt her face flare brighter. She was acting like an angry child but she was angry, her body was full of his sperm right when she was most likely full of her own eggs. It was a bad combination for someone trying to still establish themselves in their life and Evelyn knew it. The fact that it made her dripping wet only pissed her off more. “You turned me into a little slut last night because you know what that does to me and you used it!”
His smirk at her words only made her angrier. “Of course I did, you wanted it, you NEEDED what we did, You just couldn’t get past your own worries…” He stepped closer and Evelyn felt her back bumping against tile as the warm water spilled over her shoulder and down her breasts. “I think you need to be reminded again of what your body wants even if your stubborn little mind won’t accept it.”
Her whimper said all there was to say about that and Evelyn felt her nipples tightening, growing hard as they poked out like beacons announcing her lust. The corresponding ball of heat that bloomed under her stomach had her breath speeding up and her head shaking as she watched him approach her. His cock was hard again, bouncing and pointing at that space between her legs and Evelyn knew what would be happening in a moment even if it was a bad idea.
“Y-you stop trying to get back into my panties right now…” Her words were more confident than her wavering voice as her eyes stayed on his swaying cock until he was suddenly too close for her to see it, his chest against hers and his breath on her lips. Evelyn could feel her nipples grazing his chest and his breath on her made her eyes snap to his as they bored into her. It felt like he was looking into her, his eyes taking in every thought, every worry and desire and stripping her down to her wants and needs.
Her breath hitched when his hands took hold of her again, rough palms on her hips as he let his cock slide against her wet skin and then suddenly Evelyn was spinning. She gasped as he held her from behind, his hands exploring her wet skin, skimming up her flat stomach to cover her shining breast. She didn’t want him to do this and even more of her did and Evelyn found herself moaning as his fingers found her nipple spinning and twirling across it as her back arched and her pussy clenched in anticipation of being full.
She could feel him against her, his cock against her back and his breath on her shoulder as he kissed her neck. Without thinking Evelyn felt herself press back against him, her body wanting his warmth, his touch and her mind lagging behind the decision as his fingers gave her nipples a little pinch drawing out a long hissing moan from her lips.
“You’re going to be full of me again,” His lips brushed her shoulder before she felt the soft sting of his teeth nipping her skin “Full of my cock and then full of my cum. I want you to think about that, to imagine it and to know that you’ll be helping make it happen.” His fingers swirled around her nipples again before he spread his fingers to squeeze her breasts in his palms.
“N-no, I wohhn’t” Her voice shook and she knew her moan breaking her words told him just how little resistance she had to what he was going to do to her. She could feel her hips writhing, grinding back against his cock as he teased her body.
“You’ll be milking me, your body helping me get all my cum to your womb, filling you with my baby…”
Her moan should have been audible in the next suite but she didn’t care, didn’t think about anything but what he was doing to her as she felt one of his hands slide around to press on her shoulders. Evelyn found her hands flat on the tiled walls, her back arched as she looked at him with her eyes half closed while his other hand held her hips still so he could guide himself to her.
It was only a moment but it felt like forever while they held there, his cock at her entrance and his eyes locked to hers and then she was full, suddenly and completely as he pushed into her. Evelyn couldn’t breathe for a handful of heartbeats, her body was frozen, stretched and full as he held onto her hip and pressed her forwards against the shower wall to keep her still while he filled her. She wanted to fight him, to fight this but her body had already surrendered, her wet and greedy pussy swallowing every inch of him in a single motion making it clear just what her body thought of the situation.
And then Evelyn wasn’t thinking about it, wasn’t caring about her body’s betrayal as she moaned and whined her hips jerking back to meet his thrusts as she found herself impaled on his cock again. He filled her, his actions and words melding together to fulfill the fantasies she’d suppressed for so long.
“You’re so fucking tight on my cock…You want to milk me don’t you? You want me to fill up your slutty pussy again?” His groans only made Evelyn whimper as she found her head bobbing up and down in a nod. When had she decided to say yes? She knew that she was still risky, that sometime in the past twenty four hours had begun the peak of her ovulation but still she was saying yes to him putting even more of his sperm in her?
That thought flashed through her as she felt his hand slide off her shoulders coming around to cup her swaying breasts as he fucked into her. His other hand slid around to press against her front, low on her stomach above her womb and he thrust savagely into her making Evelyn squeal at the power he was putting into filling her.
“I’m gonna put my baby here, right here…” His hand pressed tightly against where it rested above her pelvis and Evelyn could only bite down on her lip as she felt her pussy clench down on his cock in her in response. Everything he said was perfect to get her to lose control, to keep her from being rational and she felt like she was drunk on an entire bottle of wine as she thrust her hips back to meet him.
His breathing was speeding up, his thrusts becoming erratic and Evelyn felt her own focus slipping as her body tensed. The hand on her breast pinched down on her nipple and made her gasp as he froze for a moment, grinding his hips in circles as her legs trembled struggling to keep her body upright.
“Tell me what you want, tell me where you want my cum…” He growled into her ear, his breath hot before he bit down on her lobe dragging a moan from her.
“I…oh fuck, I want it in me…I want a baby!” Admitting it out loud, the first time all night set Evelyn off like a bomb. She was sure that they would get noise complaints as she screamed her way through an orgasm, her entire body thrashing and only his hands holding her up keeping her from collapsing onto the shower floor.
She could hear his grunts, his mumbled incoherent noises as his hips gave little jerks and his cock bounced inside her. The pleasure rippling through her left enough of herself to be aware that he was doing it again, his cum flooding her womb and looking for her eggs. Evelyn lost herself in that moment then, letting herself feel it all as her pleasure washed over her, tingling and shooting through her body as her pussy clenched and coiled around his cock to milk out every last drop deep into her body.
Finally he collapsed against her, his body pressing her into the cool tile, holding her up from sliding to the floor as his cock gave its last few jumps inside her. His breath puffed out into her ear again, arrogant teasing clear in his tone, “Your wish is my command…”
With a resigned moan Evelyn let herself accept her fate, her future in the hands of luck and the man who had taken away her will to take heed of caution and common sense in favor of her fantasies of lust and family.
PERSONAL: NEVER IGNORE A PERSON WHO LOVES YOU
Never ignore a person who loves you, cares for you, and misses you. Because one day, you might wake up from your sleep and realize that you lost the moon while counting the stars
In the real world, happy endings are a rarity. For the most part, endings are indifferent, and occasionally they come so suddenly and unexpectedly they can scarcely be considered endings at all. Some of the things you love most will disappear without a trace and you’ll never really know where they went off to. You won’t always have the answers. You won’t always find closure or receive compensation for the hurt. Sometimes, you’ve just got to take a breath, make peace with yourself, and do your best to move forward
Make sure she feels your love. Adorn what you adore the most. Cherish her with endearment of protection, with a fulfilling steady satisfaction. Let her breathe, dwell, dream in your all-embracing presence, and prove with everything you do, everything you say, she matters most, is all you want, and care about. Imprint your need into her heart, and imprison her soul with circumferential passion, so she cannot walk and talk without thinking about your kisses, the kisses she felt, those are about to come, your hands, your manly possession, obsession with her scent and feminine perfection. Render her helpless and sentence her to joy, so she can’t help but smile on through the day to dive into the night with her hungry and proud man at her side.
I will be capable of loving, regardless of whether I am loved in return, Of giving, when I have nothing, Of working happily, even in the midst of difficulties, Of holding out my hand, even when utterly alone and abandoned, Of drying my tears, even while I weep, Of believing, even when no one believes in me
I’ll do anything for you
really I will, watch
as I pull all this skin back
so far from the bone
to make a warm place
for you to crawl into, to bury
yourself in and call home
even if it leaves me cold and open
and shivering in such, such
a vulnerable way- oh, it aches
that way that my body would
break itself to do what you ask.
the way it loves the bruises,
the blood, the slick sound
of tendon and bone tearing away
to give you all this strength.
I’ll do anything for you,
anything, any one thing
that you ask even if it is
so unimaginably painful
Sometimes people put up walls, not only to keep people out, but also to see who cares enough to tear them down
I’ve been in love before, it’s like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day you want more. You’re not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things.You think about the person you love for two minutes then forget them for three hours. But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he’s not there, you feel like an addict who can’t get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you’re willing to do anything for love
When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it–always
In the real world, happy endings are a rarity. For the most part, endings are indifferent, and occasionally they come so suddenly and unexpectedly they can scarcely be considered endings at all. Some of the things you love most will disappear without a trace and you’ll never really know where they went off to. You won’t always have the answers. You won’t always find closure or receive compensation for the hurt. Sometimes, you’ve just got to take a breath, make peace with yourself, and do your best to move forward
Make sure she feels your love. Adorn what you adore the most. Cherish her with endearment of protection, with a fulfilling steady satisfaction. Let her breathe, dwell, dream in your all-embracing presence, and prove with everything you do, everything you say, she matters most, is all you want, and care about. Imprint your need into her heart, and imprison her soul with circumferential passion, so she cannot walk and talk without thinking about your kisses, the kisses she felt, those are about to come, your hands, your manly possession, obsession with her scent and feminine perfection. Render her helpless and sentence her to joy, so she can’t help but smile on through the day to dive into the night with her hungry and proud man at her side.
I will be capable of loving, regardless of whether I am loved in return, Of giving, when I have nothing, Of working happily, even in the midst of difficulties, Of holding out my hand, even when utterly alone and abandoned, Of drying my tears, even while I weep, Of believing, even when no one believes in me
I’ll do anything for you
really I will, watch
as I pull all this skin back
so far from the bone
to make a warm place
for you to crawl into, to bury
yourself in and call home
even if it leaves me cold and open
and shivering in such, such
a vulnerable way- oh, it aches
that way that my body would
break itself to do what you ask.
the way it loves the bruises,
the blood, the slick sound
of tendon and bone tearing away
to give you all this strength.
I’ll do anything for you,
anything, any one thing
that you ask even if it is
so unimaginably painful
Sometimes people put up walls, not only to keep people out, but also to see who cares enough to tear them down
I’ve been in love before, it’s like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day you want more. You’re not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things.You think about the person you love for two minutes then forget them for three hours. But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he’s not there, you feel like an addict who can’t get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you’re willing to do anything for love
When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it–always
THOUGHTS: SHE LOVE HIS DICK
She loved to linger. Here. At the tip of his cock. She couldn’t get enough. She loved the ridge and how her lips stretched as they slid over him. To bathe him with her tongue was her favorite. She would stroke, swirl, twirl, and flick to her heart’s content. Eventually though, kitten licks become lascivious, mewls become moans, and what was once curious becomes commanding. Lust takes over.
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
PERSONAL: I AM TIRED OF ASS WEAK RELATIONSHIP
I am tired of half ass weak relationships. I’m not looking to get into a “non-relationship” relationship. I want a real, genuine, raw, love. I want consistency and commitment not someone who’s gonna keep up a routine for about a month and afterwards let it die down, I want to be able go about my day carefree and not have to worry if you’re entertaining someone in a way you know damn well you’d get upset if I did the same. I want consideration. I want you to think about me throughout the day, respect me and keep in mind how your actions might affect me, and us as a whole. If you’re busy all day that’s fine, but just try and let me know so i’m not sitting up having my mind travel to unconventional places. I want growth. The point of a relationship is to learn, expand and grow from it so you can create a true bond with each other. I want to be able to build something great that’s not all just for show. I want communication and maturity. I want us to feel comfortable talking to eachother so that if there is an issue or problem there won’t be any hesitance to open up with eachother. I want us to be able to confide in each other and say things that we’ve never admitted out loud. I want to have a strong level of trust and honesty. I don’t want to have to doubt your intentions or your motives, I want to be able to tell and show you things that others don’t have access to without regret. I want to be comfortable to my core with you. I want us to work our asses off, get this money and go on vacation together. I want laughter, effort, and unforgettable times, phenomenal sex and even better conversation. I want to be claimed and shown off, not by social media but from you. I want to be appreciated and celebrated. I want thoughtfulness and passion. I want the love between us to beam and radiate so strong that it’s undeniable. I want this to be mutual. I want love. not lust, not a situationship, not “idk what we are but your mines”. I want love. So if you cannot and are not willing to put in the work to create that with me, then leave me the fuck alone.
If I’m the only one putting effort in; leave. If you’re adding nothing of positive value to my life; leave. If you’re not kind, compassionate and humble; leave. If you make me question my worth; leave. If you have some illusionary competition with me; leave. If you try to drag me into your misery; leave. If you take your bad day out on me; leave. If you compare me to anyone else; leave. If you try to make me jealous as an attempt at hurting me; leave. If you cannot show me the same amount of attention and affection in return; leave. If you do not love me; leave. Honestly, please just leave my life
POETRY:WHEN I LOOK AT YOU
And I’ve written you so many letters
Over the years
Inked words on parchment
Each one an attempt to express
In writing
In words
How much you mean to me
Words in ink on paper
Each letter folded so neatly
Finger pressing down on the crease
The things I’ve put in those letters
So many times thanking you
Many more time apologising
Others planning, wishing, dreaming
So many years
So many letters
Yet I posted not one
Not a single letter dropped through your door
And in fact I didn’t actually write any
Not in physical form anyway
No black ink on white paper for you to hold
But I did write all those letters
I wrote them all in my head
And that’s where they have stayed
Each and everyone
So that over the coming years
We can sit and read
Our letters
Together
PART 2
Take me by the hand and lead me through the avenues of your mind
The places where your thoughts run wild
Take me by the hand and lead me through the alleyways of your fears
The places where all your hopes disappear
Take me by the hand lead me through the streets of your desire
The places where your wants became raging fires
Take me by the hand and lead me through yours
Then I’ll take your hand and lead you through mine
When we both emerge, hands still entwined
We will then walk hand in hand until the end of time
PART 3
some people
escape to sleep
to close their minds
on what
their reality reaps
others prefer
to stay awake
perhaps for
their sanity’s sake
trying to avoid
the dawning
of the next morning
as they know that
in life’s game
their next day
will probably be
just the same
PART 4
When I look at you,
I see treasures: bronze and
rare silverings buried in the
Atlantic, tinted classically
by the ocean in your eyes.
I’ve been drowning deeply
underneath for more than
uno decada, as the axis of
our terra firma reached my
promised time.
your voice moves like a river,
rippled by leaves and stones,
glistened by the sun’s tuscan
lights. you sing so magically,
opening the holy paradise.
exactly like your mother, my
genes was set aside.
honey, you will be her living
photograph. I prayed many
times, for her warmth while
day by day pieces of me die
inside. how blessed my soul
was when I saw her my heart
glowed, in perfect shine. But
how cruel the universe is for
not letting you see her this
time
Over the years
Inked words on parchment
Each one an attempt to express
In writing
In words
How much you mean to me
Words in ink on paper
Each letter folded so neatly
Finger pressing down on the crease
The things I’ve put in those letters
So many times thanking you
Many more time apologising
Others planning, wishing, dreaming
So many years
So many letters
Yet I posted not one
Not a single letter dropped through your door
And in fact I didn’t actually write any
Not in physical form anyway
No black ink on white paper for you to hold
But I did write all those letters
I wrote them all in my head
And that’s where they have stayed
Each and everyone
So that over the coming years
We can sit and read
Our letters
Together
PART 2
Take me by the hand and lead me through the avenues of your mind
The places where your thoughts run wild
Take me by the hand and lead me through the alleyways of your fears
The places where all your hopes disappear
Take me by the hand lead me through the streets of your desire
The places where your wants became raging fires
Take me by the hand and lead me through yours
Then I’ll take your hand and lead you through mine
When we both emerge, hands still entwined
We will then walk hand in hand until the end of time
PART 3
some people
escape to sleep
to close their minds
on what
their reality reaps
others prefer
to stay awake
perhaps for
their sanity’s sake
trying to avoid
the dawning
of the next morning
as they know that
in life’s game
their next day
will probably be
just the same
PART 4
When I look at you,
I see treasures: bronze and
rare silverings buried in the
Atlantic, tinted classically
by the ocean in your eyes.
I’ve been drowning deeply
underneath for more than
uno decada, as the axis of
our terra firma reached my
promised time.
your voice moves like a river,
rippled by leaves and stones,
glistened by the sun’s tuscan
lights. you sing so magically,
opening the holy paradise.
exactly like your mother, my
genes was set aside.
honey, you will be her living
photograph. I prayed many
times, for her warmth while
day by day pieces of me die
inside. how blessed my soul
was when I saw her my heart
glowed, in perfect shine. But
how cruel the universe is for
not letting you see her this
time
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.
PERSONAL: THERE ARE TIMES WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE .......
Dear friend,
A bond is formed, through tears and words. Though ethereal and unseen, the line that connects us unbreakable.
Two beings separate from each other in soul and geography, meet through pathways made of dried digital ink.
Both spilling their souls on a virtual world hidden away from their reality. A shelter made for themselves only but suddenly decide to open their doors to each other.
One facing the pain of life seeks help and someone to hear it’s cry. The other a parent who guides and protects the cub from the pain but never hides away for the cub to forget.
We share our days, our dreams and our desires. We tell of laughter, mistakes and memories.
Each inspires the other, to grow and to write. Each allows the other to be themselves without judgement or fear. Their behaviour alters between best friends, wise cousins or parent and child.
More magic is still to come from this unorthodox bond. Many words are yet to be written and many tears have yet to be shed. But the gates to my voice are always open and awaiting the inspiration from the muse.
There are times in life, when you feel like you’re as close to magic as possible.
These moments emerge out of nowhere,
Only to engulf you thoroughly.
A window shattering wind blows,
Over a dull grey sky,
But it’s that petrichor that makes your heart fly.
Amidst chaos and cheer,
Unable to distinguish confusion from fear,
You find that sliver of glitter,
To light up your day.
Between words and actions,
You’re stuck, for you have to make a choice,
But each choice opens an endless door of opportunities,
Exactly halving the possibilities.
Warmth by words and hugs,
Cannot be matched,
For these carve out a special corner for themselves.
With every note, beat and crescendo,
The music seeps deeper into our veins,
Breaking free from the chains,
Of stress and anxiety,
To give birth to a smile at the end.
With independence at the midnight hour,
When we took up the reins of power,
It wasn’t just liberation,
It was then that a magical bird of independence had flown.
With every up and down,
High and low,
We realise that life isn’t perfect,
But to cherish a brush with magic, we sure do know.
A bond is formed, through tears and words. Though ethereal and unseen, the line that connects us unbreakable.
Two beings separate from each other in soul and geography, meet through pathways made of dried digital ink.
Both spilling their souls on a virtual world hidden away from their reality. A shelter made for themselves only but suddenly decide to open their doors to each other.
One facing the pain of life seeks help and someone to hear it’s cry. The other a parent who guides and protects the cub from the pain but never hides away for the cub to forget.
We share our days, our dreams and our desires. We tell of laughter, mistakes and memories.
Each inspires the other, to grow and to write. Each allows the other to be themselves without judgement or fear. Their behaviour alters between best friends, wise cousins or parent and child.
More magic is still to come from this unorthodox bond. Many words are yet to be written and many tears have yet to be shed. But the gates to my voice are always open and awaiting the inspiration from the muse.
There are times in life, when you feel like you’re as close to magic as possible.
These moments emerge out of nowhere,
Only to engulf you thoroughly.
A window shattering wind blows,
Over a dull grey sky,
But it’s that petrichor that makes your heart fly.
Amidst chaos and cheer,
Unable to distinguish confusion from fear,
You find that sliver of glitter,
To light up your day.
Between words and actions,
You’re stuck, for you have to make a choice,
But each choice opens an endless door of opportunities,
Exactly halving the possibilities.
Warmth by words and hugs,
Cannot be matched,
For these carve out a special corner for themselves.
With every note, beat and crescendo,
The music seeps deeper into our veins,
Breaking free from the chains,
Of stress and anxiety,
To give birth to a smile at the end.
With independence at the midnight hour,
When we took up the reins of power,
It wasn’t just liberation,
It was then that a magical bird of independence had flown.
With every up and down,
High and low,
We realise that life isn’t perfect,
But to cherish a brush with magic, we sure do know.
PERSONAL: TO REMEMBER THE PAST
It is time to think back, to remember the past, to take into account what has happened, what took place. It is good to see, progress has been achieved, wrong aims has been deleted, false voices silenced, pain is reduced, erroneous thoughts clarified.
Time heals.
Time comes.
Time goes but meaning stays.
Meaning in emotions. Meaning in memories, and pulsating hopes to go further, deeper, stronger from now on. For you have tasted life, you have felt happiness, but you barely touched joy, only brushed fulfillment, only tasted the first taste of life and paradise.
There is an ocean of novelty, a sky to explore, mountains to climb, and lips to adore. There is hope in the clouds, and there are dreams in the stars, desire in the sea, adventures in your muscles. There is a spinning earth in the vastness of nothing, a crazy sphere of wantonness in your soul, love in your hands, desire all around, under your skin, burning in your veins, a craving for more with every breath of your insatiable heart.
So take a minute, hold back the urge, focus and erase all wrongness. Look to the expanding horizon. The sun just wants to shine, to radiate joy, to spent her wealth, to warm the world and brighten the sky with colorful rays. She doesn’t care for ‘good’ and ‘bad’, she just wants to share. It is about time to follow her path and do exactly the same …
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