SheRemembers
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*blushing*ForeverNAlways said:I literally can feel that line.
Thank you.
Wow. Thanks!
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jill_off_alt
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It was one of those good cums, where you’re all warmed and relaxed and you just drift off into a nice deep sleep. Unfortunately something woke me up after 20 minutes, so now I’m wide awake.
I lay back on the cool pillows and stroked my breasts through my thin tank top. Once my nipples perked up, I pinched them. Hard. I pressed my thighs together to build the excitement. Self foreplay is very important.
-Cue Wayne’s World flashback music-
The fantasy was pretty much stock footage for my solo sex life. I meet my lover at a coffee shop. He instructs me to go into the restroom and remove my bra and panties, then come back to the table. I do as I’m told, and return to him feeling strangely naked. I’m aware of my nipples visible through my white t-shirt, of the slide of fabric over my bare ass under my skirt. I’m already so hot that I’m worried someone in the shop will guess our game.
He’s moved my chair closer, and no sooner do I sit down then his fingers slide up to open me. I’m equally thrilled and embarrassed as he comments on the wetness on my inner thighs. I draw in a sharp breath when his thumb grazes my clit. He pushes down harder and admonishes me not to make another sound if I want him to continue.
He teases me this way for a while, but I am not such a good girl that I can contain my whimpers. He takes me home and spanks the hell out of me, my ass red-hot and my throat sore from moans and screams. I frig my clit frantically and my knees give out when my throbbing pussy contracts around my fingers with a hard-won orgasm. Hearing my totally inarticulate shout, he finishes by spraying hot cum all over my raw and tender ass, rubbing it in with his still-hard dick.
-Cue flashforward music-
Hey, that was fun. I think I’m going to go jill again
Beijos!
I lay back on the cool pillows and stroked my breasts through my thin tank top. Once my nipples perked up, I pinched them. Hard. I pressed my thighs together to build the excitement. Self foreplay is very important.
-Cue Wayne’s World flashback music-
The fantasy was pretty much stock footage for my solo sex life. I meet my lover at a coffee shop. He instructs me to go into the restroom and remove my bra and panties, then come back to the table. I do as I’m told, and return to him feeling strangely naked. I’m aware of my nipples visible through my white t-shirt, of the slide of fabric over my bare ass under my skirt. I’m already so hot that I’m worried someone in the shop will guess our game.
He’s moved my chair closer, and no sooner do I sit down then his fingers slide up to open me. I’m equally thrilled and embarrassed as he comments on the wetness on my inner thighs. I draw in a sharp breath when his thumb grazes my clit. He pushes down harder and admonishes me not to make another sound if I want him to continue.
He teases me this way for a while, but I am not such a good girl that I can contain my whimpers. He takes me home and spanks the hell out of me, my ass red-hot and my throat sore from moans and screams. I frig my clit frantically and my knees give out when my throbbing pussy contracts around my fingers with a hard-won orgasm. Hearing my totally inarticulate shout, he finishes by spraying hot cum all over my raw and tender ass, rubbing it in with his still-hard dick.
-Cue flashforward music-
Hey, that was fun. I think I’m going to go jill again
Beijos!
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jill_off_alt said:It was one of those good cums, where you’re all warmed and relaxed and you just drift off into a nice deep sleep. Unfortunately something woke me up after 20 minutes, so now I’m wide awake.
I lay back on the cool pillows and stroked my breasts through my thin tank top. Once my nipples perked up, I pinched them. Hard. I pressed my thighs together to build the excitement. Self foreplay is very important.
-Cue Wayne’s World flashback music-
The fantasy was pretty much stock footage for my solo sex life. I meet my lover at a coffee shop. He instructs me to go into the restroom and remove my bra and panties, then come back to the table. I do as I’m told, and return to him feeling strangely naked. I’m aware of my nipples visible through my white t-shirt, of the slide of fabric over my bare ass under my skirt. I’m already so hot that I’m worried someone in the shop will guess our game.
He’s moved my chair closer, and no sooner do I sit down then his fingers slide up to open me. I’m equally thrilled and embarrassed as he comments on the wetness on my inner thighs. I draw in a sharp breath when his thumb grazes my clit. He pushes down harder and admonishes me not to make another sound if I want him to continue.
He teases me this way for a while, but I am not such a good girl that I can contain my whimpers. He takes me home and spanks the hell out of me, my ass red-hot and my throat sore from moans and screams. I frig my clit frantically and my knees give out when my throbbing pussy contracts around my fingers with a hard-won orgasm. Hearing my totally inarticulate shout, he finishes by spraying hot cum all over my raw and tender ass, rubbing it in with his still-hard dick.
-Cue flashforward music-
Hey, that was fun. I think I’m going to go jill again
Beijos!
Hot! I am often moved to jack immediately after logging a jack, myself. Recalling the details of the fantasy and the jack itself makes me hot. Jacks begetting jacks, both in ourselves and in our JOL friends. Sexual synergy.
Love the Joyce quote in the sig, too. I've always wanted to fuck Molly Bloom something fierce. *grin*
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Just made my sack a little lighter, because how else am I supposed to get to sleep?
Another anal fantasy. Picturing cute young collegians in The Inner Mind's Eye while listening to Ana Devine beg for it.
ho hum
Another anal fantasy. Picturing cute young collegians in The Inner Mind's Eye while listening to Ana Devine beg for it.
ho hum
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Hester
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i'm for thatForeverNAlways said:Did not have the privacy necessary last evening.
Side note: geisha is now a member of the YaYas. Welcome!
And, I'd like to put forth to the Sisters that any and all postings by/as YaYa will remain contained to this thread only. It is an alt solely for the purpose of those jacks that, for whatever reason, we feel we might censor if posted as ourselves. As such, it's a JOL identity only; and, other than passing light references between JOL'ers on other threads, "She" should remain something of our little secret.
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ForeverNAlways said:
Your skin looks yummy glistening wet. I'm very much in favor of glistening wet skin. I know this is a controversial stance, but I'm not afraid to put it out there.
Hester said:
HAH!
See, laughter is an excellent stress reliever. My wand is a veritable fount of comic relief.
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A well of ink, a fine tipped brush, and thou.
[This fantasy has been floating around in my head for the past few days. I haven't actually jacked to it yet, as I was waiting for it to coalesce completely. I will definitely jack to it tonight.]
The trappings are pure romance. Expansive four poster bed, zillion thread count sheets, warm scented candlelight flickering everywhere, rose petals, soft music. She is face down, her head comfortably ensconced on a pillow, a picture of relaxed repose. I start out just drinking her in with my eyes, whispering softly all the while, telling her how beautiful she is, how much I love the silken landscape of her body, telling her what her body is doing to me, showing her what it is doing to me. "Ah, but no touching! Just relax." I then begin slowly, languorously, lightly caressing her skin with just my fingertips. Exploring, not massaging. Caressing every inch of her, my fingers adoring her flesh, feathery strokes, awakening her every nerve ending for what is to come.
"Close your eyes and just feel. Don't do, just feel. Your beautiful body is my canvas tonight, my tabula rasa. Mine. Mine."
So saying, I reach into the nightstand and pull out what looks to be an ordinary inkwell (if an inkwell can be truly called ordinary, in this day and age), along with a small calligraphy brush. I dip the tip of the brush in the well, and slowly, carefully begin to write on the skin of her shoulderblade. She gasps and shivers. She's never felt anything like it, and she opens her mouth to speak, whereupon I immediately smack her ass, a short sharp shock. "No talking. Just feel." She moans, wriggles a bit, and acquiesces.
Body paints are extremely sensual, yes, but this is no ordinary body paint. This is a special (some may even say magical) elixir that was bequeathed to me on one of my trips to Istanbul, a gift from a Sufi mystic that I befriended in a small café near the Spice Bazaar. A single drop on the skin delivers intense pleasure, and that pleasure doesn't fade. It lingers, so that my beloved can feel every single brushstroke, every line, every curve, every letter. Not only when first applied, but as the moving brush writes; and, having writ, moves on. As I carefully spell out I am going to on her shoulder blade, she can feel every word, read every word, without having to remember the sequence of letters.
So. Über-romantic setting, my beloved laid out before me, perfectly relaxed, exquisitly beautiful, and I'm carefully annointing her skin with delicate lines of pleasure, every word of which she can read as clearly as if they were in the pages of a book. Clearly, I am going to write sweet, tender missives to her. Heartbreakingly sublime poetry. Pouring out my heart to her, inscribing intimate love notes on the beautiful landscape of her body. Right?
WRONG! I'm slowly, painstakingly writing my most explicit, rawest, most primal, most feral thoughts on her skin. Pouring my fucklust onto her flesh, one careful brushstroke at a time.
On my beloved's right shoulderblade, I inscribe I am going to use this perfect body as my little fucktoy, until I've had my fill. Much of my pleasure comes from your pleasure, so you will cum, and cum hard, but only when I let you, and as many times as I demand. This body is mine. Mine. Once you have experienced enough pleasure for my satisfaction, I am going to mount you from behind and fuck you hard, using your cunt, filling it, emptying myself in it, giving you all of the fucklust that your pleasure has built up inside me.
On her left shoulderblade, I write I am going to let you suck my cock until you've cum no less than three times, then I will give you your reward. I don't care if it takes you hours to cum three times, that is the only way you will get my seed. If you try to take it before then, I will either pull my cock out and slap your face with it, or shove it deep against your throat, forcing you to stop. After you've cum the third time, I am going to grab your head and fuck your pretty little mouth until I've given you your reward.
I continue on in this fashion, slowly covering every inch of her exposed skin with my explicit fucklust. She can feel every brushtroke like a caress, and every one sends shivers directly to her clit, and she can read every word. The combination of the tender sensual strokes and the raw, primal hunger that they convey soon has her panting, writhing. When I get to the small of her back, her right hand moves, involuntarily heeding the call of her sopping wet cunt. *ass smack* "No touching," I growl. "Just feel. Just read."
Just as I reach her ass, she starts to grind into the bed, desperate for contact on her clit. *smack* "No!" By the time I cover her perfect left ass cheek with my painstaking fucklust and dip the brush in the well to begin on the right, she is trembling, whimpering, teetering on the edge of climax, without any direct stimulation of her cunt or clit at all. I write the following on her full round right cheek:
Lift your ass for me, get up on your knees, I write, then pause. She complies, a low shaky moan escaping her lips. That's it. Show yourself to me. Feel my eyes devouring your glistening pink nectarflesh, your pretty little pussy, MY pretty little pussy. My perfect pink cunt. Mine. All mine. I know you're close, sugar. I can see it. I can feel it. I want you to let it come, let it wash over you. No touching. Just feel. Just read my words, feel the brush, feel my ravenous eyes on you, and let it come. When you do cum for me, I am going to grab your hips, mount you, plunge into you, fill your quivering cunt, over and over, deep searing strokes, ruthless feral pounding, using my pretty little fuckhole, mine, until I empty myself in you completely. All of my love, all of my fucklust, all of my hunger, all of my need, all of my pain, all of my rage, all of me, emptying into you. All for you. All for you, my beautiful...
At this point, she lets out a gasping scream, as her body is wracked with convulsive spasms, every muscle quivering, contracting, pulsating with waves of pure pleasure. I can see the pink flesh of her hole quivering, pulsating, palpitating. Overcome, I grab her hips, hard, and fulfill my promise.
[This fantasy has been floating around in my head for the past few days. I haven't actually jacked to it yet, as I was waiting for it to coalesce completely. I will definitely jack to it tonight.]
The trappings are pure romance. Expansive four poster bed, zillion thread count sheets, warm scented candlelight flickering everywhere, rose petals, soft music. She is face down, her head comfortably ensconced on a pillow, a picture of relaxed repose. I start out just drinking her in with my eyes, whispering softly all the while, telling her how beautiful she is, how much I love the silken landscape of her body, telling her what her body is doing to me, showing her what it is doing to me. "Ah, but no touching! Just relax." I then begin slowly, languorously, lightly caressing her skin with just my fingertips. Exploring, not massaging. Caressing every inch of her, my fingers adoring her flesh, feathery strokes, awakening her every nerve ending for what is to come.
"Close your eyes and just feel. Don't do, just feel. Your beautiful body is my canvas tonight, my tabula rasa. Mine. Mine."
So saying, I reach into the nightstand and pull out what looks to be an ordinary inkwell (if an inkwell can be truly called ordinary, in this day and age), along with a small calligraphy brush. I dip the tip of the brush in the well, and slowly, carefully begin to write on the skin of her shoulderblade. She gasps and shivers. She's never felt anything like it, and she opens her mouth to speak, whereupon I immediately smack her ass, a short sharp shock. "No talking. Just feel." She moans, wriggles a bit, and acquiesces.
Body paints are extremely sensual, yes, but this is no ordinary body paint. This is a special (some may even say magical) elixir that was bequeathed to me on one of my trips to Istanbul, a gift from a Sufi mystic that I befriended in a small café near the Spice Bazaar. A single drop on the skin delivers intense pleasure, and that pleasure doesn't fade. It lingers, so that my beloved can feel every single brushstroke, every line, every curve, every letter. Not only when first applied, but as the moving brush writes; and, having writ, moves on. As I carefully spell out I am going to on her shoulder blade, she can feel every word, read every word, without having to remember the sequence of letters.
So. Über-romantic setting, my beloved laid out before me, perfectly relaxed, exquisitly beautiful, and I'm carefully annointing her skin with delicate lines of pleasure, every word of which she can read as clearly as if they were in the pages of a book. Clearly, I am going to write sweet, tender missives to her. Heartbreakingly sublime poetry. Pouring out my heart to her, inscribing intimate love notes on the beautiful landscape of her body. Right?
WRONG! I'm slowly, painstakingly writing my most explicit, rawest, most primal, most feral thoughts on her skin. Pouring my fucklust onto her flesh, one careful brushstroke at a time.
On my beloved's right shoulderblade, I inscribe I am going to use this perfect body as my little fucktoy, until I've had my fill. Much of my pleasure comes from your pleasure, so you will cum, and cum hard, but only when I let you, and as many times as I demand. This body is mine. Mine. Once you have experienced enough pleasure for my satisfaction, I am going to mount you from behind and fuck you hard, using your cunt, filling it, emptying myself in it, giving you all of the fucklust that your pleasure has built up inside me.
On her left shoulderblade, I write I am going to let you suck my cock until you've cum no less than three times, then I will give you your reward. I don't care if it takes you hours to cum three times, that is the only way you will get my seed. If you try to take it before then, I will either pull my cock out and slap your face with it, or shove it deep against your throat, forcing you to stop. After you've cum the third time, I am going to grab your head and fuck your pretty little mouth until I've given you your reward.
I continue on in this fashion, slowly covering every inch of her exposed skin with my explicit fucklust. She can feel every brushtroke like a caress, and every one sends shivers directly to her clit, and she can read every word. The combination of the tender sensual strokes and the raw, primal hunger that they convey soon has her panting, writhing. When I get to the small of her back, her right hand moves, involuntarily heeding the call of her sopping wet cunt. *ass smack* "No touching," I growl. "Just feel. Just read."
Just as I reach her ass, she starts to grind into the bed, desperate for contact on her clit. *smack* "No!" By the time I cover her perfect left ass cheek with my painstaking fucklust and dip the brush in the well to begin on the right, she is trembling, whimpering, teetering on the edge of climax, without any direct stimulation of her cunt or clit at all. I write the following on her full round right cheek:
Lift your ass for me, get up on your knees, I write, then pause. She complies, a low shaky moan escaping her lips. That's it. Show yourself to me. Feel my eyes devouring your glistening pink nectarflesh, your pretty little pussy, MY pretty little pussy. My perfect pink cunt. Mine. All mine. I know you're close, sugar. I can see it. I can feel it. I want you to let it come, let it wash over you. No touching. Just feel. Just read my words, feel the brush, feel my ravenous eyes on you, and let it come. When you do cum for me, I am going to grab your hips, mount you, plunge into you, fill your quivering cunt, over and over, deep searing strokes, ruthless feral pounding, using my pretty little fuckhole, mine, until I empty myself in you completely. All of my love, all of my fucklust, all of my hunger, all of my need, all of my pain, all of my rage, all of me, emptying into you. All for you. All for you, my beautiful...
At this point, she lets out a gasping scream, as her body is wracked with convulsive spasms, every muscle quivering, contracting, pulsating with waves of pure pleasure. I can see the pink flesh of her hole quivering, pulsating, palpitating. Overcome, I grab her hips, hard, and fulfill my promise.
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YaYa_Sisterwho
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Me: "If you could meet me in real life, for just one weekend, would you?"
"Of course"
"Well, am at a hotel five minutes from your place. What are you doing tonight?"
naked with this stranger. both nervous, of course. but both completely real. no pretense. no romance. Only looking at each other. face to face. We have not kissed. We have not touched. I touch my own hardening nipples, tugging them a little to bring them most fully erect. you're hard. We're not speaking. this moment has endless tension.
I look at your hard cock. beautiful. wet at the tip. I wonder how many times you'll fuck me or cum in my mouth in the next two days.
I turn my back to you, grab a chair, and bend deeply, fully forward, my legs straight and together. I wait ...
your fingers over my ass and stroking over my vulva, finding me, pushing in a little way. More of an examination or investigation then foreplay. I take an open stance. Your hand withdraws. a long, long pause.
your cock touches my thigh, asking a question. I arch even more, open even further, answering it. We have barely touched. and now, you are pressing just at the opening of my slit, about to enter me.
the jack flashed through a lot of moments before I came, but this starting part played over and over. an 8.
"Of course"
"Well, am at a hotel five minutes from your place. What are you doing tonight?"
naked with this stranger. both nervous, of course. but both completely real. no pretense. no romance. Only looking at each other. face to face. We have not kissed. We have not touched. I touch my own hardening nipples, tugging them a little to bring them most fully erect. you're hard. We're not speaking. this moment has endless tension.
I look at your hard cock. beautiful. wet at the tip. I wonder how many times you'll fuck me or cum in my mouth in the next two days.
I turn my back to you, grab a chair, and bend deeply, fully forward, my legs straight and together. I wait ...
your fingers over my ass and stroking over my vulva, finding me, pushing in a little way. More of an examination or investigation then foreplay. I take an open stance. Your hand withdraws. a long, long pause.
your cock touches my thigh, asking a question. I arch even more, open even further, answering it. We have barely touched. and now, you are pressing just at the opening of my slit, about to enter me.
the jack flashed through a lot of moments before I came, but this starting part played over and over. an 8.
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naughtygirl69s
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Olivia_Yearns said:
oooh, holy shit, that was hot !
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I've gotten off with words from some of yours, so I'm very pleased to return the favor. Say hi to the egg for me, will ya?naughtygirl69s said:
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