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VermilionSkye said:
I woke at 630 and before an hour had passed, came 8 times...


I did something out of the ordinary today, on someone's behest. I took my bullet to work, in my pants, sheathed in my honey pot, remote tucked in my pocket, and after about 2 1/2 hours of feeling wet, having a somewhat full feeling in my pussy and thoughts of coming, I sat at my desk, turned it on and did the dare, and came in my seat on the sales floor. I didn't think I could do it, but I did. It was exhilirating.
I never took the toy out, but walked around with it still inside and doing my day to day work out on the floor, every once in a while hitting that button to start that soft hummmmm. Feeling it inside was delicious. I had two deliveries to run and was preparing to get those ready, when I started to feel that familiar aching. It kept growing and growing until I walked to the car and needed to sit as it hit me. Fuck fuck fuck! I didn't even have it on that time.


It wasn't enough.

Soooo, before walking back into work, I turned it on and had another.

Swollen, pink, and a wee bit tender... we have 10 so far... so far.
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I am fully erect after reading that.
 
This is such a weird thread. I'm sitting in the house I grew up in, in the room where I learned how to jack - not where I learned the first time, the second time, after a religion-induced sexual coma ..or amnesia between ages 8 and nine. (Someone had convinced me that it was just not the sort of thing god could approve of.) So I stopped to the point of forgetting I'd ever done it, until one day an accidental collision with an errant hand ball right there reminded me.
That day after school I went home lay down on my belly and put my hands between my thighs in backwards prayer right up against my pumpum (yes that's what it was called in my house) and in the safety of solitude and innocence I gave myself extraordinary orgasms.

I was 10 or 11 when I first started having fantasies, it's the earliest I remember. They were frequently of my crush tying me up and wanting to do something sexy to me, I don't think it was ever actual sex...just the intention, the "i want", and the knowledge that I couldn't resist whatever it was was enough. Every other fantasy I've had since has only been a very elaborate variation.
Can anyone else remember what their first fantasies were about? have they changed very much?
 
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Sexual coersion and perversion. It's like Iron Chef tonight: the challenger made toad in the hole. He dressed it up in Big Person flavors but underneath, it's still an egg in a piece of toast.

By the way, booty call chickened out without a word. Libido is dead. Fuckity.
 
First off I have to say... WOW to VermillionSkye. You are more then hot you are erotic and stunning.

Your fantasies have inspired me to jerk off and wishing you were in them with me. Letting my stroke my fat cock along your body and then releasing hot stream after stream all over your gorgeous soft flesh. :kiss:
 
evesdream said:
Every other fantasy I've had since has only been a very elaborate variation.
Can anyone else remember what their first fantasies were about? have they changed very much?
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I had to think about it for a minute, but it dawned on me that I was having sex fantasies even before I learned to jack. Well, okay, that's not true. I had precocious girlfriends when I was a small child and the first few times I came it was with another girl. I even taught my next door neighbor how to do it, but that never involved fantasy --- it was always just "You gotta do this it's amazing!!"

But before I ever snagged an O I had sex fantasies only I didn't really recognize them as such. And for such a serene child I had a truly perverted imaginary landscape playing. Gang sexual violence against some delicate flower of womanhood.

This is stuff I thought about when I was four and five years old. I had a rag doll that I truly despised --- I thought she was insipid and at the time I thought Sally was an insipid name so that's what I called her. I remember playing the bad-guy and shaking her so hard that I tore her arm off. Some vague imaginary game of having been a burgular who broke into her home or something.

The other one, well, it's truly sick but I'm among friends and strangers so what the hell, right? I was never a nappy kind of kid. When the day-care ladies at the church would pull out the cots and turn out the lights for nap-time ---- no semi-darkness for us, it was pitch black in that room ---- I'd always ask for a Klee-nex and then I'd entertain myself with a finger puppet which I could vaguely see floating in the darkness. It made me think of a bride in a white dress. I have no idea what horrible people she met up with or why bad things happened to her but it amused me to think that they'd make thimbles out of her nipples.

Now, there wasn't any gore or grossness (I mean other than the concept) it didn't occur to me how truly awful this would be in reality. I only thought of how nipples looked like my grandmother's thimbles and I was sure that men would covet such a thing. To my child mind, boobies were the ultimate in sexuality. I didn't find punanni hot to look at until I was in my teens.

Anyway, I no longer mutilate anyone in my fantasies -- the idea does nothing for me and tends to kill my libido --- but they're still focused on multiple men sexually abusing some hapless female.

The shit is hard-wired, I'm telling you.
 
hard wired

different shit for different folk's brains

what an interesting path of thought to wander along this fine morning

done did my morning Jay

triggering thought
in the sleepy depths,
a lover from my long ago

a hip thrust and his length becomes mine
us becoming in that moment of joining

that of course led to musings and thoughts from that time
and

not quite an extraordinary jay, satisfactory
took a while for the bean to be convinced

coaxing it out to speak took a bit.
 
Dunchad said:
First off I have to say... WOW to VermillionSkye. You are more then hot you are erotic and stunning.

Your fantasies have inspired me to jerk off and wishing you were in them with me. Letting my stroke my fat cock along your body and then releasing hot stream after stream all over your gorgeous soft flesh. :kiss:
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Thank you :rose:
 
Quint said:
Sexual coersion and perversion. It's like Iron Chef tonight: the challenger made toad in the hole. He dressed it up in Big Person flavors but underneath, it's still an egg in a piece of toast.

By the way, booty call chickened out without a word. Libido is dead. Fuckity.
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Fuckity indeed.
 
evesdream said:
Can anyone else remember what their first fantasies were about? have they changed very much?
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Well I can't recall any particular fantasy. I know that being a Gypsy I travelled a lot with my mother. She had many boyfriends and loves. I can remember watching them having sex and getting hard. I had a babysitter that was older and showed me how to do things with girls, namely her.

As I got older, I got into the games with kids in the area I was visiting. We played doctor a lot, but I also was into the Superfriends and so played the naughty Superfriends. Let me tell you that Batman (me) got a lot of action from Wonder Woman and the villianness of the Legion of Doom.

Then as a I got older, I started reading. My mom was a big fan of Cosmo and in those days there were alot of articles about sex and kinky sex. I remember reading about beastiality, BDSM, anal sex, gang bangs, necrophilia, and all kinds of weird perverted things that they don't even touch upon now. But it fueled many hours in the bathroom pleasing myself.

Then it progressed into girls and school and now anyone that stimulates me mentally as well as sexually.
 
Can't exactly remember what my last fantasy was, but I know what my most recent was...

Her upper half was pressed against the table, large breasts pressed tight against it, pressing outwards. Head turned to the side eyes closed, arms folded behind her back, hands clasped tightle within themselves......Just the way i saw her body, the way her legs were equal distance appart as to that of her shoulder. The view my god the view from behind was incredible I remember, the way her curves of her hips and thighs melded together, the way just the very bottom of her pussy and pussy lips were just starting to show the moisture from her excitement....Growls.....The following happened, the spanking, 10 shots each cheek with the back of the hand, I could literally see the red marks, imprints of his hand very visible....With each shot, she didn't jump she didn't move but just whimpered....

I stopped and looked again, this time she was dripping wet lips were swollen with all the excitement....I had her stand up turn and face me, with her head looking straight ahead not moving a muscle. Kept her hands behind her back, grabbing an ice cube teasing both nipples, both breasts with the ice cube, mixing back and forth between my teeth, lips and the cold peices of ice....Each time i switched she arched and shook, the mixture between the cold and heat....

Like i said it wasn't the fantasy of sex that got me going this time around, it was the fact that she took it all, and loved it just as much as I did.... :devil:
 
Quint said:
Sexual coersion and perversion. It's like Iron Chef tonight: the challenger made toad in the hole. He dressed it up in Big Person flavors but underneath, it's still an egg in a piece of toast.

By the way, booty call chickened out without a word. Libido is dead. Fuckity.
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It astonishes me that this could happy to as gorgeous and intensely erotic a woman as you, Quint. But I guess if a person is a coward, even a lure that one such as you presents isn't enough to get them to act against their nature.

Stirbird (aka Taint, in case you didn't know how I know you)
 
stirbird said:
It astonishes me that this could happy to as gorgeous and intensely erotic a woman as you, Quint. But I guess if a person is a coward, even a lure that one such as you presents isn't enough to get them to act against their nature.

Stirbird (aka Taint, in case you didn't know how I know you)
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Ho. Lee. Shit.

That's akin to discovering that rosco and Marquis are the same person. My admittedly frayed mind just unraveled a little further.

Had a frustrated, "fuck you" jay earlier this afternoon. It was easy to come and rated about a 5 but left me listless and libido-less again afterwards. Explain why it would have just been sex had it happened, but somehow because it didn't, it became something more. Not to mention I feel unresolved...it's hard to return to the dick I know. Huge guilt trip in the making.
 
evesdream said:
This is such a weird thread. I'm sitting in the house I grew up in, in the room where I learned how to jack - not where I learned the first time, the second time, after a religion-induced sexual coma ..or amnesia between ages 8 and nine. (Someone had convinced me that it was just not the sort of thing god could approve of.) So I stopped to the point of forgetting I'd ever done it, until one day an accidental collision with an errant hand ball right there reminded me.
That day after school I went home lay down on my belly and put my hands between my thighs in backwards prayer right up against my pumpum (yes that's what it was called in my house) and in the safety of solitude and innocence I gave myself extraordinary orgasms.

I was 10 or 11 when I first started having fantasies, it's the earliest I remember. They were frequently of my crush tying me up and wanting to do something sexy to me, I don't think it was ever actual sex...just the intention, the "i want", and the knowledge that I couldn't resist whatever it was was enough. Every other fantasy I've had since has only been a very elaborate variation.
Can anyone else remember what their first fantasies were about? have they changed very much?
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In my house, the delicious liquid pink medicine that we were given in an eyedropper when we were sick was called "num-num." And a pacifier was a pokey. If we had shared a house growing up I could imagine hearing this, "Mommy! I sat on my pokey and it hurt! Could you put some num-num in my pumpum to make it better?"

Well let's see, I had fantasies long before I learned how to masturbate (rather late, at 14). I had plenty of sexual feelings of course, I just didn't know they were supposed to lead somewhere definitive. The fantasies started when I was four or five and usually involved replaying some power scene I'd experienced. My dad was Italian blue collar and so these power scenes happened a lot. I fantasized and had night dreams about control and humiliation, two things he dished out to his family a lot. I didn't fantasize about the spankings, those hurt too much, but scenes in which something ridiculous and painful happened to me in front of a large audience and scenes in which I am forced to hold a difficult position (such as my nose on a footstool) or am stuck somewhere (such as glued to the bottom of the ocean floor naked) were common. I still have these humiliation fantasies and I still have humiliation night dreams.

I started having two other kinds of fantasies around the age of nine or so, shortly after my dad died. The first type involved having a big brother, someone in his teens, much older and wiser than me who loved me and taught me things and took care of me. I loved not being the oldest child anymore in those fantasies. There was a strong erotic element to this relationship with a fantasy brother but I never imagined anything explicit--I didn't know enough to do so, I guess. The most I imagined was his undressing me or telling me to undress or just touching me in a proprietary way (not anyplace sexual--just in a controlling/owning sort of fashion) and that was enough to get me swooning.

The other fantasy involved being held captive in a castle by its evil owner. I don't remember a lot about this one, just that the owner's face was vague and changed a lot. And he did very mean things to me which I loved/hated.

My fantasies did change some as I attained puberty and matured. While their nature remained the same (control, humiliation, pain, knowledgeable big brother or father element), the sexual details got filled in and the personalities of the people I fantasized about became much richer and more interesting. Through reading, the media, and my real-life experiences I acquired a cast of fantasy men (I guess there's around ten of them) each with distinctly different but very attractive personalities that I can call upon at will.
 
Quint said:
Ho. Lee. Shit.

That's akin to discovering that rosco and Marquis are the same person. My admittedly frayed mind just unraveled a little further.

Had a frustrated, "fuck you" jay earlier this afternoon. It was easy to come and rated about a 5 but left me listless and libido-less again afterwards. Explain why it would have just been sex had it happened, but somehow because it didn't, it became something more. Not to mention I feel unresolved...it's hard to return to the dick I know. Huge guilt trip in the making.
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Sorry Quint, I didn't mean to suprise you so. :) I figured you probably knew, as I mentioned it a couple times in my favorite oral thread, which, btw, badly needs some attention. My mind would also unravel if Rosceau and Marguis were the same person. That would just be too strange to believe--that one person could post in such convincingly different ways. It would be even stranger, however, if Rosco and Richard were the same person. ;)

I know all about that "because it didn't it became something more" business. Whole chapters of my life, unfortunately, could be dedicated to that theme. :/ It sucks, but man you are smart to realize right off the bat that it's the fact that it didn't happen that gives it that emotional hold on you. It took me a very long time to figure that out.
 
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