NamingDesire
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I am a guy, looking for fun, open-minded women to interact with, in ways from A to Z. Please be of a submissive, experimental inclination. Myself, I'm not into whips and chains, or leather, or some sort of hoary goth cliches, but I do have a very strong kinky side and would love for it to be indulged by the right person, that is to say, someone who gets off on pleasing... and being bossed around... and other nice things.
I'll be happy to tell you more about me if you message me. In the meantime, here is part of a story that I began to write.
"IS THIS HOW YOU LIKE IT?"
Just like those other times, tonight we were lazing on the couch, half-watching a movie and half-making silly conversation about something that one of our friends had said at dinner earlier that evening. At a certain point you lay across the couch, stretching out on top of me in an almost catlike fashion. I yawned just a bit as I sat there, feeling aglow from the second glass of wine and the happiness that I felt from our physical and other flavors of comfort with each other.
After several moments I glanced away from the television and looked down at you lithely spread across the couch. You were lying in a curious way, with your head resting on a pillow and tilted towards the television screen, while the remainder of your body rested on your stomach. As I looked down at my lap I could see the alluring curves of your ass, hugged tightly by the yoga pants that you had slipped into when we came home. A wave of horniness suddenly arose in me, along with a devilish “what if?” sort of idea. Nothing like it had ever really occurred to me until just that precise moment that evening, but now for some reason I found myself with an all-at-once intense curiosity and longing to spank your bare ass, and to know what it would feel like for my hand to come smacking down on your cheeks, what it would sound like when my palm met your sexy curves ... And most of all, to find out just how you’d react!
As the idea began to take shape in my head, I could feel a sensation of heat rushing down into my crotch. All at once I felt myself becoming hard, and evidently the part of you lying over my lap could, too.
“Heh, someone’s a little horny tonight? Must have been all that spicy food at dinner!” you giggled.
“Yeah, that or maybe it was hearing Felicia tell that story about all her sexcapades with that guy she met last week...”
“Ha, shut up, you pervert! So now you want to fuck my friend?”
“Hah! No, sweetie, don’t worry... And, besides you’re the perv... I can prove it!”
“Ha, whatever, perv. I think we need to cut off your wine consumption for tonight…”
“No, I’m serious!... In the meantime just relax and watch the movie. And let science do its work.”
“Oh God, you really ARE drunk... you lightweight. My boyfriend is a lightweight!!”
“Shhhhh. Relax and watch the stupid movie.”
“Ha, this is stupid! Why are we watching this, anyway? I think I’m getting sleepy…”
“Just ... Shhhhh….”
I began to softly caress your ass, letting my hand trace the outlines of your unbelievably cute curves. After some moments I began to increase the pressure intermittently, gently massaging your butt. At this point your head turned away from the television and you let it fall face down into the pillow.
‘God, you really are horny,” you said muffledly through the pillow, as you felt my cock become stiffer and stir against you.
“Shhhhh,” I said. “I’m doing science here.”
“Mmph… you dork,” you answered drowsily.
I decided I needed to step it up a little. Or rather, something else in me did. I felt as though my hands were starting to move of their own accord, being driven now only through a combination of my lust and curiosity... And I suppose a bit of daring. After all, for all of your talk at times, we had never actually gone even a smidgen of the way beyond vanilla – though I sensed that there in fact was a truly naughty side to you, however dormant up until now. I also had the impression that when it came down to it, you were the kind of person in whom it had to be almost reluctantly drawn out, else otherwise you would never find the courage to make some of your hidden desires become reality.
I looked over at your face and saw a sleepy (and slightly naughty?) looking grin spread upon it. I hesitated for a moment, before thinking, “Eh, screw it. Why take the subtle approach here? Life is short…” I then began pulling down the waist of your pants, revealing your pink underwear with lace trim around the edges.
“Hee,” you giggled into the pillow. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Shhhh. Just relax.”
I pulled your pants down further, so that your entire ass was exposed in all of its glory, although still shrouded in your little panties.
“You dork...” your voice dazily murmured.
As the blood continued to rush down to and stiffen my cock, I decided to go for broke. I drew up my hand a few inches and then smacked it down on one of your underwear-clad asscheeks.
“Mmm,” you moaned slightly. And then giggled softly.
I took that as the opposite of discouragement or censure, and drew my hand up again, this time coming down a little harder.
“Mm,” this time it was me moaning involuntarily – this was turning out to be way more enjoyable than I had even imagined it could be.
“Mmmm,” you moaned again, just overlapping with mine, and you giggled slightly once more.
“This is science, it’s not supposed to be funny!” I said.
“Mm, right, sorry…” you playfully mumbled into the pillow.
I rubbed your luscious ass a little, softly circling it with my palm, before abruptly bringing it down for three rapid smacks.
“MM –mm—MM,” you whimpered, almost somewhat stiffly, like the way you moaned whenever we were having sex and it would sound like you were all at once trying to bottle up and let loose your moans... as if during those times all of your pent-upness finally being offered release left you slightly overwhelmed and confused by the pleasure of it all.
I grabbed one of your hands, interlocking my fingers with yours, and brought my other hand down once more, this time slightly more slowly, with a somewhat blunter force. I was really starting to get into this. Without hesitating further, I pulled down your panties, so that the globes of your gorgeous asscheeks shone in the glow of the television light. I rapidly brought my hand up and then down, swiftly smacking you three times, and then a fourth with some added emphasis, as if it were an exclamation point being delivered to let you know that I wasn’t fooling around.
Still holding your hand this whole time, I felt myself almost having to catch my breath – not from any physical exertion, but from the sheer excitement and pleasure of the moment – the sounds of you whimpering, the fun of you having unexpectedly let me take some control over you, and you apparently enjoying it... and the sight of your naughty little ass, the sound of my palm resounding against your exposed flesh, the perfect dirtiness of the sight of you lying there with your pants pulled partway down and your face buried in the pillow… I couldn’t believe how erotic it was seeing you make yourself vulnerable to me like that...
SPOILER ALERT: The narrator and his girlfriend go on in the following weeks and months to become addicted to exploring having ever-kinkier sex with each other.
I'll be happy to tell you more about me if you message me. In the meantime, here is part of a story that I began to write.
"IS THIS HOW YOU LIKE IT?"
Just like those other times, tonight we were lazing on the couch, half-watching a movie and half-making silly conversation about something that one of our friends had said at dinner earlier that evening. At a certain point you lay across the couch, stretching out on top of me in an almost catlike fashion. I yawned just a bit as I sat there, feeling aglow from the second glass of wine and the happiness that I felt from our physical and other flavors of comfort with each other.
After several moments I glanced away from the television and looked down at you lithely spread across the couch. You were lying in a curious way, with your head resting on a pillow and tilted towards the television screen, while the remainder of your body rested on your stomach. As I looked down at my lap I could see the alluring curves of your ass, hugged tightly by the yoga pants that you had slipped into when we came home. A wave of horniness suddenly arose in me, along with a devilish “what if?” sort of idea. Nothing like it had ever really occurred to me until just that precise moment that evening, but now for some reason I found myself with an all-at-once intense curiosity and longing to spank your bare ass, and to know what it would feel like for my hand to come smacking down on your cheeks, what it would sound like when my palm met your sexy curves ... And most of all, to find out just how you’d react!
As the idea began to take shape in my head, I could feel a sensation of heat rushing down into my crotch. All at once I felt myself becoming hard, and evidently the part of you lying over my lap could, too.
“Heh, someone’s a little horny tonight? Must have been all that spicy food at dinner!” you giggled.
“Yeah, that or maybe it was hearing Felicia tell that story about all her sexcapades with that guy she met last week...”
“Ha, shut up, you pervert! So now you want to fuck my friend?”
“Hah! No, sweetie, don’t worry... And, besides you’re the perv... I can prove it!”
“Ha, whatever, perv. I think we need to cut off your wine consumption for tonight…”
“No, I’m serious!... In the meantime just relax and watch the movie. And let science do its work.”
“Oh God, you really ARE drunk... you lightweight. My boyfriend is a lightweight!!”
“Shhhhh. Relax and watch the stupid movie.”
“Ha, this is stupid! Why are we watching this, anyway? I think I’m getting sleepy…”
“Just ... Shhhhh….”
I began to softly caress your ass, letting my hand trace the outlines of your unbelievably cute curves. After some moments I began to increase the pressure intermittently, gently massaging your butt. At this point your head turned away from the television and you let it fall face down into the pillow.
‘God, you really are horny,” you said muffledly through the pillow, as you felt my cock become stiffer and stir against you.
“Shhhhh,” I said. “I’m doing science here.”
“Mmph… you dork,” you answered drowsily.
I decided I needed to step it up a little. Or rather, something else in me did. I felt as though my hands were starting to move of their own accord, being driven now only through a combination of my lust and curiosity... And I suppose a bit of daring. After all, for all of your talk at times, we had never actually gone even a smidgen of the way beyond vanilla – though I sensed that there in fact was a truly naughty side to you, however dormant up until now. I also had the impression that when it came down to it, you were the kind of person in whom it had to be almost reluctantly drawn out, else otherwise you would never find the courage to make some of your hidden desires become reality.
I looked over at your face and saw a sleepy (and slightly naughty?) looking grin spread upon it. I hesitated for a moment, before thinking, “Eh, screw it. Why take the subtle approach here? Life is short…” I then began pulling down the waist of your pants, revealing your pink underwear with lace trim around the edges.
“Hee,” you giggled into the pillow. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Shhhh. Just relax.”
I pulled your pants down further, so that your entire ass was exposed in all of its glory, although still shrouded in your little panties.
“You dork...” your voice dazily murmured.
As the blood continued to rush down to and stiffen my cock, I decided to go for broke. I drew up my hand a few inches and then smacked it down on one of your underwear-clad asscheeks.
“Mmm,” you moaned slightly. And then giggled softly.
I took that as the opposite of discouragement or censure, and drew my hand up again, this time coming down a little harder.
“Mm,” this time it was me moaning involuntarily – this was turning out to be way more enjoyable than I had even imagined it could be.
“Mmmm,” you moaned again, just overlapping with mine, and you giggled slightly once more.
“This is science, it’s not supposed to be funny!” I said.
“Mm, right, sorry…” you playfully mumbled into the pillow.
I rubbed your luscious ass a little, softly circling it with my palm, before abruptly bringing it down for three rapid smacks.
“MM –mm—MM,” you whimpered, almost somewhat stiffly, like the way you moaned whenever we were having sex and it would sound like you were all at once trying to bottle up and let loose your moans... as if during those times all of your pent-upness finally being offered release left you slightly overwhelmed and confused by the pleasure of it all.
I grabbed one of your hands, interlocking my fingers with yours, and brought my other hand down once more, this time slightly more slowly, with a somewhat blunter force. I was really starting to get into this. Without hesitating further, I pulled down your panties, so that the globes of your gorgeous asscheeks shone in the glow of the television light. I rapidly brought my hand up and then down, swiftly smacking you three times, and then a fourth with some added emphasis, as if it were an exclamation point being delivered to let you know that I wasn’t fooling around.
Still holding your hand this whole time, I felt myself almost having to catch my breath – not from any physical exertion, but from the sheer excitement and pleasure of the moment – the sounds of you whimpering, the fun of you having unexpectedly let me take some control over you, and you apparently enjoying it... and the sight of your naughty little ass, the sound of my palm resounding against your exposed flesh, the perfect dirtiness of the sight of you lying there with your pants pulled partway down and your face buried in the pillow… I couldn’t believe how erotic it was seeing you make yourself vulnerable to me like that...
SPOILER ALERT: The narrator and his girlfriend go on in the following weeks and months to become addicted to exploring having ever-kinkier sex with each other.
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