grannycakes
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I haven't touched myself in years lovey
better for the brains I find
better for the brains I find
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I haven't touched myself in years lovey
better for the brains I find
No Granny - the stick counts too.
I will have very little time or opportunity to jack off, and so, I feel like, tonight, I should. Somehow, however, that creates too much pressure.
Goodbye daily masturbation. I'm sure I will miss you. Desperately.
Of course. I speak to everyone, regardless of inferior chromosomal status.Well. Mecha speaks, to this lowly woman.
thank you most kindly, young one.
In a moment.We need to hear about that 8-and-out oload, mecha.
Lies. You love to say it.I hate to say it, but I love this.
Actually, Lit is my strength. When I thought about jacking, I thought about having to shamefully write a post saying I failed again in my task.You picked the wrong place to give up jacking, Mecha.
I want this story. Ass fucking, girls losing bets... this has everything I need, cliched or not.Ok, fair enough. Let's see details? Well, it was a truly uneventful wank, I took some pictures with my timer in a grey sweatshirt and nothing else, which I'm playing with on photoshop. Made me wet, as taking pics usually does. I resorted to a story where a girl loses a bet and gets ass fucked over a pool table by her bf's friend. Really, it was just very routine, nothing special. I need a more momentous wank, maybe tonight.
For some reason, I can't rub off from memory or fantasies, I need outside stimulation, usually in the form of a story, picture, voice or what-have-you. My mind is too frantic to concentrate on fantasies, even though I think about sex all the time.
I'll have to come back here and give you the details of a juicier sesh.
I like your writing, guy.I woke up this morning, splitting headache, hung over. Like most days. I had an erection in spite of last night's drinking, it was paying me back, my own cock betrays whatever depressed state that I was in last night. Like most days.
It says, "Hank, you fucking jackass, I control your life."
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This is true. In fact a lot of these posts read like the posts at The Toilet (shit forum).Monotonous detail is fine. Jacking is a necessary quotidien act, like taking a shit.
I want this story. Ass fucking, girls losing bets... this has everything I need, cliched or not.
I love you because you can get off to this.
I'm interested in your preconceived notions.Well, thanks. I love the fact you're so balls out about what you're into. You're a very interesting person, and you're forcing me to nix some preconcieved notions.
I love reading dirty stuff. You should check out Penny Birch sometime. Her books are full of stuff like that, and some have a little scat, but I have to admit I skip right over that part and try to pretend it's not there. Well, upon second reading, cause you gotta read it the first time, it's part of the story.
I think it was the quick pick of a hornie soon-to-be poster that wanted to read some nasty stories and Jack.
Felt like I stepped on something squishy just now.Of course. I speak to everyone, regardless of inferior chromosomal status.
I'm interested in your preconceived notions.
I just can't pay money for erotica.
fuck me
after Naughty's 2 pages of literotica
my wank
came
went to sleep
efficiency, people !
start to finish, 30 seconds.
Holy FUCK!Totally understandable, especially if you can get so much of it for free. I haven't bought a Penny Birch book in a while, but sometimes I just feel like curling up in bed naked with a dirty book and reading it all day, letting my pussy juice, not touching it, just maybe running my free hand up and down my body, roughing up my breasts a little, until I'm done with the book and ready to cum.
You can't do that with a computer, and even if you print out stories, which I've done, it's just not the same. Penny has lots of free stories in her site, if you're intersted.
Ok, here's my wank from yesterday, I even took pics, hahah...
http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/naughtycakes/lentejas/onionfamwine.jpg
I had to cook for a whole bunch of people, to help out my aunt who's down with a broken ankle. I decided to make lentils with chorizo, starting with a criollo adereso base of red onions, yellow onions, green onions, shallots, garlic and leek. I wanted chives, too, but I had already splurged on the shallots, so I didn't get any. All of these are diced and cooked in super low heat with olive oil, until right before caramelization.
http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/naughtycakes/lentejas/ajihand.jpg
There's one other key ingredient here, other than the chorizo which comes later, the aji amarillo, a super spicy Peruvian chili pepper I buy frozen and then throw into the onion mix when it's almost done.
The seeds and veins are what make it so spicy, and if you touch any part of your body after handling these without thouroughly washing your hands, you're fucked. I was cooking, drinking wine and listening to some Afro-Peruvian music with lots of drums and I just felt compelled to see how bad it would feel in my pussy, compared to habaneros.
Last November I dated a guy who loved to cook spicy and was a bit of a sadist. One night he "accidentally" came to bed with habanero juice all over his hand and thrust his chili-laden fingers into my pussy, giving me this incredible burn. I totally got off on it, it was so intense.
The next night he did it again, only this time concentrating on my clit. That was more than I could handle. It was great during the sex, but afterwards I thought I was going to die. I had to go take a shower and wash it off repeatedly.
Well, last night as I was cooking and drinking and dancing by myself in the kitchen, I took my index and middle fingers and smeared them all over the inside of one of the aji amarillos, mashing up the veins and seeds, and then I pulled the crotch of my panties aside and wiped them on my pussy in the same pattern before shoving them into my cunt.
I didn't feel anything at first, it took like 30 seconds before the burn set in and FUCK it was way worse than the habaneros. I didn't touch myself after that, just let my pussy burn and throb while I continued cooking, shifting from leg to leg, scissoring my legs and letting my labia rub to find relief.
Of course I washed my hands thouroughly, since I was cooking for a bunch of people, but I thought about how nice it would be not to, to continue to cook, the onions mixing with the chili and my pussy, something I'd love to do if I were cooking for myself or a lover. I always love the way my fingers smell after I cook, like garlic and onions, so earthy, and if you add pussy to the mix, wow!
Once the lentils were done and I had cleaned and put everything away - the meal was for the next day - I grabbed a whole chili pepper, frozen, and rubbed it along my pussy lips, seeing if it would increase the burn, or soothe it. It was a very strange sensation.
When I got to my bed, naked and horny as FUCK, I didn't even need a story or anything else. My hand flew to my pussy and just started rubbing so hard, rubbing for the life of me, making it hurt more, but feel better.
I used both hands, thrusting two fingers in my cunt while the other hand rubbed hard at my pussy, not quite touching my clit yet. As soon as the fingers went in, I felt my pussy clutching around them and I started to come, but just a little. I kept rubbing, kept rubbing, kept rubbing, and I felt all of my muscles clench, my legs scissoring closed around my hands and my eyes felt like they were gonna pop out of my head. I grunted and grunted for what seemed like a really long time before I just melted into the bed, laughing.