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ForeverNAlways said:
I don't think so. I've owned one for all of a few months of my 38 years, and I rarely use it, and I almost never turn on the vibrations (they tend to numb me before I can get off).

My hand is my way (outside of the shower), but occasionally I like the feeling of penetration. That's why that fantasy really worked for me, I wasn't driving the dildo deep, it was just buried and I had the sensation of penetration and only the movement of rocking. When I flipped over, it was my hand that brought me to climax. Sometimes the feeling of the dildo just inside me as I climax makes it more intense, though. Gives the walls something to squeeze and it heightens the sensations.
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I think I need to go put my hand to good use after reading that . . .
 
luxey313 said:
I think of it how my Dad used to give us medicine, they use that doctor nature but that Dad tone and power.
Using her mouth to clean your hands after the medical application of the ejaculation.
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Healing, but firm, stern and loving. I get it.

SheRemembers said:
Really? Feel like taking care of that for me? :kiss:
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Sure, if it'll prevent SheMonster from taking over. I like to help.
 
MechaBlade said:
Healing, but firm, stern and loving. I get it.


Sure, if it'll prevent SheMonster from taking over. I like to help.
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i'm halfway around the world from you, yet every time i get on lit, you're here. do you never sleep??
 
Olivianna said:
yet if i stop in here in a few hrs--you'll be here!
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Not likely. Sometimes I stay up to four. When that happens you won't see me until noon.

I get my rest, however erratic.
 
nice and shameful jays
begging to suck him, pleading as he watches TV- annoyed
finally not wanting to hear my voice any longer
grabs me by the back of my head by my hair, grabs my face and makes me have goldfish lips, and shoves my throat down on his cock
holding my head there as tears roll down my face
struggling to not choke, he releases and tells me to be quiet and suck
 
Writing a quick, quick story.

Unsure whether to post the story that I will O to in a few minutes or the fantasy that inspired that story.
 
sexyback

She sat on the bed, the towel wrapped around her waist, like a man. He had no idea why she did that, instead of covering her breasts like most women he'd seen in a towel.

His eyes peered at her over the edge of his newspaper. She was fixing her hair up, and he could see her quickly look back at him at the edge of her vision. He noticed how sexy her pose was. Was she doing this on purpose? She knew how sexy he found the backsides of female forms. Not just the buttocks, but the long stretch of real estate from the top of the neck to the top of the buttocks, with such great roadside stops as the shoulder blades, the dip over the vertabrae, the feeling of ribs beneath the skin and the little hairs lining the back of her neck that would slip between his lips whenever he sucked on her neck. Well, intentional or not, it worked.

"I have to draw you," he said, reminescent of the scene from As Good as It Gets. She giggled, and pulled her towel lower also following the scene of the movie they'd just watched a couple days ago. He put down his Sodoku and picked up his pencil and pad.

He mentally drew her in his mind over and over, trying to figure out where to start. As an amateur artist, he hadn't yet set any technique in stone. Start from the neck? Position her after drawing the bed? Outline, skeletal form, ask her to reposition herself? Was he going to do it realistic, make it abstract or abstract parts of the picture to give the illustration a surreal effect? She waited patiently for him to decide and draw her and he eventually realized that he didn't want to draw her at all. He wanted to stroke off to her. Gone was the artist, in came the pervert.

He tossed the pencil and pad aside, telling her to keep her position. He ran his fingers along her form, following muscle groups and touching joints and the fat deposits on her chest. He began breathing deeply as she smiled patiently, waiting for his next move.

"God, you're so beautiful," he said, eyebrows furrowed, appearing perplexed. She blushed, but didn't move.

He opened his pants, pulling out a semi-hard dick and stroking slowly as he touched her and walked around her body like he was seeing it for the first time. They hadn't been together for years, but he was well-acquantied with what her nude body looked like.

"Christ. Get on the bed. Hands and knees."

He could see her trying to conceal her excitement as she let the towel fall and sat like a dog on the bed. He stroked faster, using his right hand to open her buttocks and peer at her asshole and labia. She waited patiently until he told her lie on her back and spread her legs. He could tell she was confused as to his intentions.

"Wider." He started to touch her pussy, but withdrew his hand. No, he wasn't going to touch her, just look. "Hold your tits. Pull them up. Now, push them together. Yes. Yes." Her mouth was slightly open, eyes showing confusion.

"Are you gonna fuck me?" she requested.

"No. No... No, I'm not." He stroked himself. "And shut up." Gone was the pervert, in came the dominant.


He did the five-knuckle shuffle while moving around the bed like a photographer with Attention Deficit Disorder, searching for the best viewpoint. "Hold your legs up. No, bring your knees to your chest- yeah. Grab your elbows. Now spread your ass."

He giggled, certain he appeared unbalanced while ordering his mate to pose for him instead of just enjoying the warm delights of her orifices. He didn't care. "Bite the pillow."

She knew this position. It was one of their favorite anal positions where she dove headfirst into a pillow but had her knees spread open on the bed so her ass was high in the air. "Move your ass." As she moved it in circles, he added, "From side to side. No, wait, that's good. Yeah like that."

She began moaning into the pillow as she danced her ass around for him. He thought to tell her to shut up again, but was too excited. "Fuck!"

He jumped on the bed, held down her head and came all over her back.
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Jacked to this exact scenario, moaning loud and long. Came copiously as if it were my first time, which is strange since I think I went yesterday and this jack was just 10 mins.

Powerful, wet and long, just as an O ought to be. Short, as a J ought to be.
 
MechaBlade said:
Jacked to this exact scenario, moaning loud and long. Came copiously as if it were my first time, which is strange since I think I went yesterday and this jack was just 10 mins.

Powerful, wet and long, just as an O ought to be. Short, as a J ought to be.
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Very nice scenario. Thanks for sharing sweetie.
 
MechaBlade said:
Jacked to this exact scenario, moaning loud and long. Came copiously as if it were my first time, which is strange since I think I went yesterday and this jack was just 10 mins.

Powerful, wet and long, just as an O ought to be. Short, as a J ought to be.
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you are an amazing writer. you gave me goosebumps.
 
Not a word, not a touch

I've been jacking like a man possessed, but I've been shirking my logging. Disgraceful negligence on my part. Here's an act of contrition, a shot at redemption.

Cubicle in a bustling shared office space. People milling. Standing over your shoulder. Pretending to look at your computer screen. But I'm not. I'm staring at your exposed wet nectarflesh. Exposed for me. Skirt pulled up for me. Thighs spread for me. Wet for me. Open for me. Mine. Breathing you in as I stand there, eyes devouring you. Mesmerized. Completely unable to look away. The sweet torture of being so close, but unable to touch. Take. Possess. Every breath comes faster than the one before, every beat of our hearts. Faster. Hotter. Wetter. Harder. Seeing your head turn just slightly, feeling your eyes caress the bulge of my cock. So hard for you. All for you. Flexing it for you, making it jump. Just once. You stifle an unbidden gasp, part your legs just a bit more. Reflex. Reaction. Involuntary. Impossible to control. My breath catches, stifled gasp of my own. The heady aroma of you. My wet pussy. I have to have it, but I can't. Want it. Want. Can't. Want. Can't. Mine. Can't. Have to have you. Can't.

Our senses like resonating bowstrings, attuned to every heartbeat of the other, every indrawn breath, every shaky exhale, every fucking twitch. You can tell when I breathe in just a bit deeper, and you know I am breathing you in. Smelling you. Drunk on you. See my hand quiver with the effort it takes to keep from reaching between your legs, to claim that cunt. Cover it with my hand, my palm. Grasp it. Possess it. Feel it. Squeeze it. Fuck it. My cunt.

Tempted to whisper to you, tell you all of this. But no. Right now, in this setting, unspoken is hotter. Illicit. Clandestine. Inappropriate. My cock shouldn't be so hard it threatens to rip through my khakis. Not here. Your pussy shouldn't be so wet that I can smell it with each indrawn breath. Not here. You shouldn't be teasing me like this, tantalizing me, showing me your pretty pink cunt. Not here.

My mouth keeps opening to speak, to say something, to say fuck the world, I don't care where we are, I don't care who else is here. I don't care. I have to have you. Now. Have to. But I don't say it. Unspoken. My hands keep moving slightly, beginning a reach of their own accord. Out of my control. But no. Control regained. Just.

Maybe just a shoulder? Innocent enough. Just a hand on your shoulder. Not stroking, just a touch. Innocent. But no. That touch would be a slippery slope, inevitably leading to your slippery folds. Mine. So wet. Swollen. Mine. My tongue extends. Swipes along my parched lips, wetting them. Wet. Mine. Wet.

Stifling something that is half whimper, half growl. You hear it, hear everything. You can hear the pulse of my blood pounding in my cock. Seeping now. Soaking my boxers. Not quite soaking through the thicker fabric of my pants. But you can smell it. Our juices. Our sex. My eyes locked on your cunt. My cunt. Mine. Your eyes locked on my cock. Your cock. Yours. Wet and soft. Wet and hard. Wet.

Just a taste, somehow. Just a taste and I'll be satisfied, I tell myself. Somehow. But how? Impossible. And of course I wouldn't be satisfied. Just a taste would be like a starving man stopping at a single morsel when a feast is laid out before him. A feast of fuckable flesh. Lickable. Suckable. Fuckable. So close. Why can't I have it NOW? Aching, trembling, feverish with fucklust. Wet pussy. Pretty pussy. My pussy. There. So close.

You barely stifle a gasp. My tented pants. The bulge. Just now, a spot. Small, but spreading. Your cockjuice. You made it. You did this to me. You're doing this to me. You. Your sexual power. Feminine, soft, yielding, but so fucking powerful. Mesmerized. Unable to look away. Drawn to your wet flesh. Mine. My cunt. Mine.

You don't mean to, but your thighs keep moving, just barely. Parting. Closing. Squeezing. Clenching. Not willed, involuntary. Reflex. Every single move threatens to undo me completely. Not sure how much more of this I can take. Carefully maintained control slipping. I should go. Look away. Walk away.

But I can't. Drawn. Helpless to resist. Have to have you. Now. Can't. Have to. Can't. Have to walk away. Can't. Transfixed by the heady hazy aura of your pretty pink cunt.

Just a small snippet. Release, when it came, was shattering. Sheen of sweat. Voluminous searing seed. Nerve endings all simultaneously screaming "holy FUCK!"

Fuck yeah.
 
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MechaBlade said:
Jacked to this exact scenario, moaning loud and long. Came copiously as if it were my first time, which is strange since I think I went yesterday and this jack was just 10 mins.

Powerful, wet and long, just as an O ought to be. Short, as a J ought to be.
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wow
. .
 
ForeverNAlways said:
*lol*... That AV's just wrong, Sweetalabama!...



Shrek ~ Cute puppy isn't he? I want him. Haven't found him yet though, just the picture. ;)
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I'll change my AV if you put back up number 10 :)

He is cute,,, but not as cute as my Boxers were, I miss them :(
 
tortoise said:
I've been jacking like a man possessed, but I've been shirking my logging. Disgraceful negligence on my part. Here's an act of contrition, a shot at redemption.
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Your 'self flogging' worked. Redemption is yours.
 
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