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questiongrl said:

I do believe he's left us.

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y=mx+b said:

my love of learning is keeping me from my ladies.

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y=mx+b said:

my love of learning is keeping me from my ladies.

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y=mx+b said:

I became nervous once my husband left. I had told him what I wanted but didn't know how to go about it. His reaction gave me the impression that it was more than okay and we talked about it... about how I could go about doing it. And there I was... alone with our friend. I've always found myself attracted to him. It was a different kind of attraction though... something more, I don't know... animalistic. He made me uncomfortable, but not in the creepy kind of sense. I felt weak around him.

Often I would feel myself flush a crimson red across my chest whenever our eyes would meet. His simple touch would dampen my crotch before I even felt horny. I hated it. I hated that I couldn't control it. I hated even more that my physical arousal triggered my mental arousal making me all more the hornier.

My husband left... though, I didn't hear him "leave". I could feel my breasts swell and my bra began to tighten a bit under my arms. I tried to relax as our friend continued to look at me. I don't really know how it all came about. I just remember feeling the "connection". As soon as he stood up I knelt down. We didn't have to talk... we almost didn't even have to think. I remember shaking... then feeling his hand upon my face. It was warm and welcoming. I could feel myself regress a little bit. I could feel myself wanting to be comforted in a way different from how my husband did... and the touch of his hand told me that he would be able to do it.

I softly turned my face into it and intimately breathed him in. Had I not already been kneeling I am sure I would have fallen into his arms. I couldn't help myself and my lips softly parted and I kissed the soft flesh of his palm. Part of me wanted to wait... but I had to taste him. It was as if I could see it happen in my head. My intrepid tongue making it's way between my lips making the subtlest contact to his body prior to bringing the kiss to a close.

Part of me wanted to be held as I cried my love for my husband and my lust for this man... part of me thought it really wasn't happening... but when I found my hand rubbing his cock through the stiff fabric of his jeans, I knew. He was hard... I mean REALLY hard. Like virgin hard. I won't lie... I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted to feel the angry veins throb between my lips... I wanted to feel his satin skin coax the spit from my mouth and throat. My fingers felt for his zipper. I ran them up and down the metal teeth. The sense reverberated throughout my body and the memory of watching my hands unbutton and slide the zipper down will never leave my mind for as long as I live. The head of his cock came into view and I wasted no time exposing the rest of it. I had to see the full beast against my face... I had to smell him... and study him... and watch my fingers wrap around the shaft.

I could feel the heat of his body against my lips. There was an energy about it that echoed throughout my slut body. and then... there it was... facing me. His cock was so beautiful as my lips approached it. The head slid perfectly between my lips. My hands ran up his thighs... one of them found his lushes nuts. They were heavy and full and I wanted them... My other hand wrapped around the shaft as my lips made short order of working past the head. Never before in my life had I ever wanted to be throat fucked so badly. I didn't give flying fuck if my husband was here watching, gone, or about to walk through the fucking door.

Both my hands were now working his shaft and I was all in it. I could feel my spit become thicker and my crotch in need of attention. I remember dropping my hand down between my legs and ferociously working my clit through the fabric... pulling at it... pinching it... rapidly slapping it until I felt I had to pee. I pulled my head off his tool and watched my cock spit slowly make its way to the floor...

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Sweetone70 said:

OK...you're forgiven..

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questiongrl said:

i disagree.

he's not forgiven ... yet.

not until she's pummeled.

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Sweetone70 said:

hahahaha....you're right...I let hormones cloud my rational judgement
get with the pummeling y...pronto!

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questiongrl said:

'tis okay. my thinking was a bit cloudy, too, after seeing his last pic and reading /that/...

now i want more.

more.

more.

insatiable ...

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y=mx+b said:

my love of learning is keeping me from my ladies.

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y=mx+b said:

one from a while back that I don't recall posting. sorry if it's a repeat.

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y=mx+b said:

one from a while back that I don't recall posting. sorry if it's a repeat.

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questiongrl said:

i love this pic, however ... on whose breasts are those lovely hands of yours??? i'm green with envy ...

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y=mx+b said:

I wish I could touch her.
To feel her hair
to smell her
and taste her lips.

I wish I could embrace her
listen to her breath
watch her smile
hold her hand
comfort her when she needs to be comforted
arouse her when she needs to be aroused.

I wish I could be there to feel her post-orgasmic glow
and the sweat upon the small of her back.
I wish to cuddle
and cry with her
and feel her purr

I wish to confront her
to dominate her
and push the limits of what she's willing to do

I want to see her lips hunger for my cock
and her ass welcome my tongue.
to suck in her labia
and taste her excitement,

to study her clit
and feel it with my tongue,

to feel my face pressed against her breasts
and her hair gripped tight in my fist.
to see her eyes closed
and her mouth open,
to feel her silent yell
and watch her face contort in painful pleasure.

I want to love her
and fuck her
all at the same time,
to worship her
and admonish her
and be dominated by her passionate aggression.

I want to learn from her
how to love her
how to hate her
how to please her
how to caress her
how to rape her
how to submit to her
how to be her everything

I don't know her... but I do
it is silly... as it is just a crush
but it isn't... because she is real

I wish I could tell her
if she only knew
how much I want to hold her
and whisper...



















this is for you.

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y=mx+b said:

I wish I could touch her.
To feel her hair
to smell her
and taste her lips.

I wish I could embrace her
listen to her breath
watch her smile
hold her hand
comfort her when she needs to be comforted
arouse her when she needs to be aroused.

I wish I could be there to feel her post-orgasmic glow
and the sweat upon the small of her back.
I wish to cuddle
and cry with her
and feel her purr

I wish to confront her
to dominate her
and push the limits of what she's willing to do

I want to see her lips hunger for my cock
and her ass welcome my tongue.
to suck in her labia
and taste her excitement,

to study her clit
and feel it with my tongue,

to feel my face pressed against her breasts
and her hair gripped tight in my fist.
to see her eyes closed
and her mouth open,
to feel her silent yell
and watch her face contort in painful pleasure.

I want to love her
and fuck her
all at the same time,
to worship her
and admonish her
and be dominated by her passionate aggression.

I want to learn from her
how to love her
how to hate her
how to please her
how to caress her
how to rape her
how to submit to her
how to be her everything

I don't know her... but I do
it is silly... as it is just a crush
but it isn't... because she is real

I wish I could tell her
if she only knew
how much I want to hold her
and whisper...



















this is for you.

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