Plasmaball
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i am about to, wish i had a friend to help
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whalee
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humphrey
Thinking about your bum
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Sure sure. I'm thinking you blew one of my photos up to poster size and stuck it to the ceiling
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Mother Earth Seduced
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Tongue sucking... I like that phrase
Sure sure. I'm thinking you blew one of my photos up to poster size and stuck it to the ceiling
~laughs~
MechaBlade
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I got horny checking out the again-resurrected 4chan and decided to pop one off to some anal porn. I reached for one where Max Hardcore fucks Leanni Lei.
Leanni Lei is not pretty. Not unless you're drunk and you kinda squint. But it is just a quintessential anal video. Unlike Alisha Klass who cums buckets if you so much look at her asshole, and unlike all the anal rape vids I have, Leanni just takes it and smiles and converses with max like you kind of hope a proper prostitute might. While Max is trying to keep his cool and top her. It's all very realistic.
After hours of porn, I, of course, came buckets. My eyes crossed and I passed out for a half a second. Now I am dehydrated.
Leanni Lei is not pretty. Not unless you're drunk and you kinda squint. But it is just a quintessential anal video. Unlike Alisha Klass who cums buckets if you so much look at her asshole, and unlike all the anal rape vids I have, Leanni just takes it and smiles and converses with max like you kind of hope a proper prostitute might. While Max is trying to keep his cool and top her. It's all very realistic.
After hours of porn, I, of course, came buckets. My eyes crossed and I passed out for a half a second. Now I am dehydrated.
badmatt
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so she came over...'to check on you' she said...
well, when someone rings the bell at midnight if you weren't totally awake you will be by the time you get there and I certainly was when I opened the door...
checking on me? really? is that her lame excuse for coming over in a robe?
she wanted to suck it...she wanted Me to fuck her ass...but I told her no...(just because I could) and hten I stroked it off, beating it hard because of the excitement I'd had earlier in the day...spraying all over her tits, her face and her robe, just like My partner from the day will get soon.
well, when someone rings the bell at midnight if you weren't totally awake you will be by the time you get there and I certainly was when I opened the door...
checking on me? really? is that her lame excuse for coming over in a robe?
she wanted to suck it...she wanted Me to fuck her ass...but I told her no...(just because I could) and hten I stroked it off, beating it hard because of the excitement I'd had earlier in the day...spraying all over her tits, her face and her robe, just like My partner from the day will get soon.
bridgeburner
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Got off to a passage in a book I was reading where feral boys rape an older girl. I got so excited I peed a little. I feel like it should creep me out but it doesn't because it just feels too damn good.
I can't plan for it, though. I will often masturbate with a full bladder to increase the odds, but it seems to have more to do with the intensity of my jack than the state of my bladder.
I can't plan for it, though. I will often masturbate with a full bladder to increase the odds, but it seems to have more to do with the intensity of my jack than the state of my bladder.
LittleJade
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This is the fantasy that's been bouncing around my head for the last few days...
I haven't played to it since Thursday, however:
It's 6:00, and you've just finished work for the day. It is dark, cloudy, and pouring rain outside... and you grab your bag, rush to the car with your umbrella, and start off in the direction of my office. We're expected by friends, for dinner.
As you pull up to the curb in front of my building, lightning streaks through the sky, followed immediately by rumbling thunder. The rain pours harder. Quickly, you throw your car door open, flip open your umbrella, and rush to greet me, standing in the covered doorway of the building. Sleek gray hose, black patent high heels, and a black, knee-length trench coat are all you can discern of my clothing... and it makes you want.
"Hello Daddy", I murmer, as you press me into an embrace, your left hand sliding down my body, pulling my coat open and my skirt up, until your hand cups my panty-covered sex... I moan softly, but push your hand away, smiling up at you. "We're expected... " Reluctantly pulling your hand away, you smile, kiss me softly, and guide me to the car, opening my door for me, and closing it after I'm settled, like the lovely gentleman you are. Rushing around the back of the car, you quickly join me, slamming your door shut.
For just a moment, you settle back into your seat, eyes roaming, hungrily, over me... leaning forward, you kiss me again- mouth, cheek, neck... your hand once again roaming. Down my chest, over my breasts, along my thighs, until you part the coat, and slide your fingers up my black, knee-length skirt, your fingertips questing for my core... "Daddy, we need to be on our way... we'll be late." You ignore me, and slide your fingers into my sheer black panties, over my want-slicked, shaven pussy lips, and inside, to gently circle my cherry, before sliding down and pressing two fingers into me. I gasp... loll my head back... and then place my hand on your wrist. Smiling, you pull your hand away, looking closely at the dew on your fingers... before reaching your fingers to my mouth, and painting my lips with my own cum.
Before I can open them, you pull your hand away, and grip the steering wheel- smearing my juices over it, and not caring that they'll show against the black vinyl. A soft moan escapes my lips, the heady smell of my sex filling the car... I lean towards you and kiss you gently, before whispering, "you drive, my Love. I'll suck."
A wicked gleam flickers in your eyes ,and you don't pause to argue. Shifting into drive, you hit the gas, and we begin our long drive to our friends' country house. The dirt roads will be hell in this rain, we just know it... but our thoughts aren't long on dirt roads, as I shift, bend, deftly pull open your pants, and push my hot mouth down on your wanting cock... My tongue swirls around it as you navigate the road, lips tightening and releasing, head bobbing slowly, while your fingers entwine themselves in my hair, from time to time... Lightning illuminates the lascivious image of this illicit act... and you moan, I moan...
Finally, you can't take it anymore. "Damn dinner", you grunt, and stop the car on a bridge. Without warning, you push me away, throw open the car door, march, cock straining from the fly of your pants, to my door, and pull me out of the car. You are not rough, but you will not be denied... hot kisses of your mouth on mine distract me from your fingers fumbling with my coat... you back me up until I am sitting on the hood of the car, thighs splayed, and coat now totally open. In one stroke, you tear my blouse open, miraculously not ripping one button, and expose my bra, my breasts to the pouring rain. Your hands dive at my breasts, pulling my bra down, exposing my taught nipples to your gaze, and shortly, your hot mouth... while your hands slide up my thighs, over my stockings, and roughly rip my panties off, tossing them in the mud at your feet.
"I will have you", you grunt in my ear, and then press forward, in me to the hilt, my gasps lost in the pelting wind, my moans disguised by thunder... but our gorgeous fucklust illuminated by the silent lightning. Fast, hard, and without care of being seen, you fuck me, and I wrap my legs around you, rocking my pelvis to you, my tits bouncing in the storm... I can't hear your breathing to notice the onset of your orgasm, but your strokes become more erratic, and the heat of your seed filling me shocks me into my own orgasm... "Daddy!... Yes, Daddylove... Fill me up!...."
I lean up, and press my lips to yours as our rhythm slows... soft kisses turn into happy sighs, and giggles, as we realize we look like drowned rats.
"Fred and Jane are going to be furious," I whisper, and you laugh heartily. We straighten ourselves up, as much as possible, climb back into the car, and head on to their home, driving over my soiled panties, on the way.
"We'll tell them we had car troubles, and got caught in the storm," you say. A sly smile spreads across my face. "Of course," I answer, reaching to hold your hand.
I haven't played to it since Thursday, however:
It's 6:00, and you've just finished work for the day. It is dark, cloudy, and pouring rain outside... and you grab your bag, rush to the car with your umbrella, and start off in the direction of my office. We're expected by friends, for dinner.
As you pull up to the curb in front of my building, lightning streaks through the sky, followed immediately by rumbling thunder. The rain pours harder. Quickly, you throw your car door open, flip open your umbrella, and rush to greet me, standing in the covered doorway of the building. Sleek gray hose, black patent high heels, and a black, knee-length trench coat are all you can discern of my clothing... and it makes you want.
"Hello Daddy", I murmer, as you press me into an embrace, your left hand sliding down my body, pulling my coat open and my skirt up, until your hand cups my panty-covered sex... I moan softly, but push your hand away, smiling up at you. "We're expected... " Reluctantly pulling your hand away, you smile, kiss me softly, and guide me to the car, opening my door for me, and closing it after I'm settled, like the lovely gentleman you are. Rushing around the back of the car, you quickly join me, slamming your door shut.
For just a moment, you settle back into your seat, eyes roaming, hungrily, over me... leaning forward, you kiss me again- mouth, cheek, neck... your hand once again roaming. Down my chest, over my breasts, along my thighs, until you part the coat, and slide your fingers up my black, knee-length skirt, your fingertips questing for my core... "Daddy, we need to be on our way... we'll be late." You ignore me, and slide your fingers into my sheer black panties, over my want-slicked, shaven pussy lips, and inside, to gently circle my cherry, before sliding down and pressing two fingers into me. I gasp... loll my head back... and then place my hand on your wrist. Smiling, you pull your hand away, looking closely at the dew on your fingers... before reaching your fingers to my mouth, and painting my lips with my own cum.
Before I can open them, you pull your hand away, and grip the steering wheel- smearing my juices over it, and not caring that they'll show against the black vinyl. A soft moan escapes my lips, the heady smell of my sex filling the car... I lean towards you and kiss you gently, before whispering, "you drive, my Love. I'll suck."
A wicked gleam flickers in your eyes ,and you don't pause to argue. Shifting into drive, you hit the gas, and we begin our long drive to our friends' country house. The dirt roads will be hell in this rain, we just know it... but our thoughts aren't long on dirt roads, as I shift, bend, deftly pull open your pants, and push my hot mouth down on your wanting cock... My tongue swirls around it as you navigate the road, lips tightening and releasing, head bobbing slowly, while your fingers entwine themselves in my hair, from time to time... Lightning illuminates the lascivious image of this illicit act... and you moan, I moan...
Finally, you can't take it anymore. "Damn dinner", you grunt, and stop the car on a bridge. Without warning, you push me away, throw open the car door, march, cock straining from the fly of your pants, to my door, and pull me out of the car. You are not rough, but you will not be denied... hot kisses of your mouth on mine distract me from your fingers fumbling with my coat... you back me up until I am sitting on the hood of the car, thighs splayed, and coat now totally open. In one stroke, you tear my blouse open, miraculously not ripping one button, and expose my bra, my breasts to the pouring rain. Your hands dive at my breasts, pulling my bra down, exposing my taught nipples to your gaze, and shortly, your hot mouth... while your hands slide up my thighs, over my stockings, and roughly rip my panties off, tossing them in the mud at your feet.
"I will have you", you grunt in my ear, and then press forward, in me to the hilt, my gasps lost in the pelting wind, my moans disguised by thunder... but our gorgeous fucklust illuminated by the silent lightning. Fast, hard, and without care of being seen, you fuck me, and I wrap my legs around you, rocking my pelvis to you, my tits bouncing in the storm... I can't hear your breathing to notice the onset of your orgasm, but your strokes become more erratic, and the heat of your seed filling me shocks me into my own orgasm... "Daddy!... Yes, Daddylove... Fill me up!...."
I lean up, and press my lips to yours as our rhythm slows... soft kisses turn into happy sighs, and giggles, as we realize we look like drowned rats.
"Fred and Jane are going to be furious," I whisper, and you laugh heartily. We straighten ourselves up, as much as possible, climb back into the car, and head on to their home, driving over my soiled panties, on the way.
"We'll tell them we had car troubles, and got caught in the storm," you say. A sly smile spreads across my face. "Of course," I answer, reaching to hold your hand.
Batch
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am loving this 'vacation'
morning jacks
afternoon and
evening
Broke past my barrier of, fuck they will know what these batteries are for, and bought my 'C' batteries
wore my cunt out last night
damn, the O of Denial and fuck you on over into
A plateau of O. The peak stayed, thought I would burst my lungs, and stayed
then I came.... cannot articulate the sustaining nature of that O
a suspended place never felt in my jacking history.
Must do further experiments to find this Great O, again.
morning jacks
afternoon and
evening
Broke past my barrier of, fuck they will know what these batteries are for, and bought my 'C' batteries
wore my cunt out last night
damn, the O of Denial and fuck you on over into
A plateau of O. The peak stayed, thought I would burst my lungs, and stayed
then I came.... cannot articulate the sustaining nature of that O
a suspended place never felt in my jacking history.
Must do further experiments to find this Great O, again.
pinkladyzz11
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sales bitch jack
searching the mental files for some combination of fact and fiction to get me into one of those long, teasing jacks. One where you hold off peaking for as long as possible, enjoying the almost there, not quite there, careful or you'll go over the edge, oh yeeeessssss jacks.
The file search started with thinking about a 'lil someone who put me over the edge more than once, well three times if you're counting, the other afternoon. This started me down the path to considering what it would be like to shop for a quietly elegant new car with him, knowing he likes to be sucked off as he drives. I like the idea of getting caught in the act, but not quite. Thus we were checking out tinted windows, which did not totally obscure the passengers, but provided a little protection from the casual viewer in the next car.
I wanted to see if the window tint suited my purpose. I suggested that the "sales bitch" as I came to think of her get in the car with him and pretend to fellate him. By the time I had pulled my car around next to them so I could test looking in, the "sales bitch" had his cock in her mouth and was thoroughly enjoying herself. Well, to be perfectly honest he was enjoying himself too. I called their car on my cell, totally turned on, wanting more. "I want to hear her come. I want to hear you come."
In my mind I could see her working his cock, hear her groaning as he played with her clit, slipped his finger into her, and finally came in her mouth."
I stayed with this general plot for sometime, for a very prolonged lazy afternoon jack, finally comming hard after about a half hour. Not a perfect ten, but very close.
searching the mental files for some combination of fact and fiction to get me into one of those long, teasing jacks. One where you hold off peaking for as long as possible, enjoying the almost there, not quite there, careful or you'll go over the edge, oh yeeeessssss jacks.
The file search started with thinking about a 'lil someone who put me over the edge more than once, well three times if you're counting, the other afternoon. This started me down the path to considering what it would be like to shop for a quietly elegant new car with him, knowing he likes to be sucked off as he drives. I like the idea of getting caught in the act, but not quite. Thus we were checking out tinted windows, which did not totally obscure the passengers, but provided a little protection from the casual viewer in the next car.
I wanted to see if the window tint suited my purpose. I suggested that the "sales bitch" as I came to think of her get in the car with him and pretend to fellate him. By the time I had pulled my car around next to them so I could test looking in, the "sales bitch" had his cock in her mouth and was thoroughly enjoying herself. Well, to be perfectly honest he was enjoying himself too. I called their car on my cell, totally turned on, wanting more. "I want to hear her come. I want to hear you come."
In my mind I could see her working his cock, hear her groaning as he played with her clit, slipped his finger into her, and finally came in her mouth."
I stayed with this general plot for sometime, for a very prolonged lazy afternoon jack, finally comming hard after about a half hour. Not a perfect ten, but very close.
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first Strip club jack
Attended my buddies bachelor party last night. Ended up, of course, at a strip club. For a thursday night the place was pretty busy and there were plenty of beautiful women dancing for us group of guys.
Had an interesting couple of conversations with a few of the strippers.
First, one of the girls (while rubbing her pussy in my face) tells me that one of the other guys in the club told her he was going to go home and jack off to the thought of her. Her exact words: "And I was like, oh my god, gross. Can you believe that?" To which I chuckled and replied, "isn't that the whole point?" She just looked confused.
Much later in the night while getting a lap dance I told the stripper about how funny I thought the other girl was. She laughed and told me a story about a guy that she once caught jacking off in the corner while she was dancing, "He was rubbing his cock through his shorts and shot is cum out the pant leg. It was pretty crazy." she told me.
Apparently, that got her thinking about jacking my off through my shorts. I am not even kidding. I have had lap dances before, and never before has a stripper made such direct contact with my cock. First she kneeled in front of me and proceeded to rub her face and lips firmly on my crotch until she could feel that I was good and hard. She wrapped her lips around my shaft through my pants, leaving a slobber mark on my crotch. She then continued her lap dance as usual for a bit. When she got completely naked, she sat down on my lap, situating herself until she could feel my throbbing cock placed nicely between her ass cheeks. She then began thrusting back and forth nice and hard, literally jacking me off through my pants with her ass. Unbelievable! She had to know what she was doing.
Sadly she did not finish me off. Though I came VERY close. She got up and continued her dance for a few minutes and then the lap dance was over.
I had already been there for hours, and this was the final straw. I was past the point of no return. I headed straight for the bathroom. Once inside I scouted it out to make sure I was alone. I headed into the stall in the back corner and dropped my pants. My cock was still very hard and throbbing—a small drop of pre-cum trickled out. I stood there, recalling all the beautiful bodies that I had just had swarming my face and began to jack hard and fast. I didn’t want to be in there too long—I didn’t want to be too obvious. Didn’t take me long until I sprayed a nice stream of cum all over the stall wall. I didn’t clean it up, just let it linger on the stall wall. Felt nice but I was still horny. We ended up being at the club over an hour longer. Plenty of time for me to get all worked up again. Nice experience though.
Attended my buddies bachelor party last night. Ended up, of course, at a strip club. For a thursday night the place was pretty busy and there were plenty of beautiful women dancing for us group of guys.
Had an interesting couple of conversations with a few of the strippers.
First, one of the girls (while rubbing her pussy in my face) tells me that one of the other guys in the club told her he was going to go home and jack off to the thought of her. Her exact words: "And I was like, oh my god, gross. Can you believe that?" To which I chuckled and replied, "isn't that the whole point?" She just looked confused.
Much later in the night while getting a lap dance I told the stripper about how funny I thought the other girl was. She laughed and told me a story about a guy that she once caught jacking off in the corner while she was dancing, "He was rubbing his cock through his shorts and shot is cum out the pant leg. It was pretty crazy." she told me.
Apparently, that got her thinking about jacking my off through my shorts. I am not even kidding. I have had lap dances before, and never before has a stripper made such direct contact with my cock. First she kneeled in front of me and proceeded to rub her face and lips firmly on my crotch until she could feel that I was good and hard. She wrapped her lips around my shaft through my pants, leaving a slobber mark on my crotch. She then continued her lap dance as usual for a bit. When she got completely naked, she sat down on my lap, situating herself until she could feel my throbbing cock placed nicely between her ass cheeks. She then began thrusting back and forth nice and hard, literally jacking me off through my pants with her ass. Unbelievable! She had to know what she was doing.
Sadly she did not finish me off. Though I came VERY close. She got up and continued her dance for a few minutes and then the lap dance was over.
I had already been there for hours, and this was the final straw. I was past the point of no return. I headed straight for the bathroom. Once inside I scouted it out to make sure I was alone. I headed into the stall in the back corner and dropped my pants. My cock was still very hard and throbbing—a small drop of pre-cum trickled out. I stood there, recalling all the beautiful bodies that I had just had swarming my face and began to jack hard and fast. I didn’t want to be in there too long—I didn’t want to be too obvious. Didn’t take me long until I sprayed a nice stream of cum all over the stall wall. I didn’t clean it up, just let it linger on the stall wall. Felt nice but I was still horny. We ended up being at the club over an hour longer. Plenty of time for me to get all worked up again. Nice experience though.
rosco rathbone
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Great story, EndOfThis.
Beebs, we have frottage!
I had a Theraflu Rage® jack in my sweaty cot. I was thinking of this old partner of mine who had a chick(en-head) in Harlem.It was some kind of sugar-daddy relationship where he paid her rent.
He was a little fightin'-leprechaun type Irish guy with ears that stuck straight out from his noggin and a strange boner for black girls from the ghetto. They were both constantly maneuvering on the cell phone-she for more money and him to catch her at home so he could get his dick sucked. Her typical line was "I'm gonna be at my gramma's so just slide the check under the door" and his was "the company is behind on stamps, so I don't have that money we talked about this week. When are you going to be home?"
When he managed to catch her; he'd just walk in, dirty after work, and pull his cock out of his jeans, shoot in her mouth and walk out. He pantomimed this whole scene for me as we balanced on top of a trailer loaded with precast concrete plank sections that we were hooking to the crane.
He was incredibly paranoid that she was setting him up for some kind of robbery with her thug pals. In particular, he was worried about his crotch-rocket motorbike; which she had covetous eyes for. He'd let her borrow it once in a while when he needed some leverage for his oral gratification.
Apparently, they hated each other's guts; but both had something the other needed. I found that incredibly hot. We spent all day on the back of trucks on 145th Street watching the girls go by in tight jeans with that slightly sway-backed arrogant strut."You oughta get yourself one, Bub-Up* ", he'd say, "it's a good set-up".
So that's the fantasy I was jacking to this day. "You don't get the rent chick till you swallow my sperm, bitch."
I only produced a blot of seed. It wouldn't have taxed Tinkerbelle to swallow it, much less a full-sized woman.
Beebs, we have frottage!
I had a Theraflu Rage® jack in my sweaty cot. I was thinking of this old partner of mine who had a chick(en-head) in Harlem.It was some kind of sugar-daddy relationship where he paid her rent.
He was a little fightin'-leprechaun type Irish guy with ears that stuck straight out from his noggin and a strange boner for black girls from the ghetto. They were both constantly maneuvering on the cell phone-she for more money and him to catch her at home so he could get his dick sucked. Her typical line was "I'm gonna be at my gramma's so just slide the check under the door" and his was "the company is behind on stamps, so I don't have that money we talked about this week. When are you going to be home?"
When he managed to catch her; he'd just walk in, dirty after work, and pull his cock out of his jeans, shoot in her mouth and walk out. He pantomimed this whole scene for me as we balanced on top of a trailer loaded with precast concrete plank sections that we were hooking to the crane.
He was incredibly paranoid that she was setting him up for some kind of robbery with her thug pals. In particular, he was worried about his crotch-rocket motorbike; which she had covetous eyes for. He'd let her borrow it once in a while when he needed some leverage for his oral gratification.
Apparently, they hated each other's guts; but both had something the other needed. I found that incredibly hot. We spent all day on the back of trucks on 145th Street watching the girls go by in tight jeans with that slightly sway-backed arrogant strut."You oughta get yourself one, Bub-Up* ", he'd say, "it's a good set-up".
So that's the fantasy I was jacking to this day. "You don't get the rent chick till you swallow my sperm, bitch."
I only produced a blot of seed. It wouldn't have taxed Tinkerbelle to swallow it, much less a full-sized woman.
naughtycakes
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I woke up still really fucking horny, despite the fact I'd given myself several orgasms last night, but it was a problematic, emotional wank. I think I must be getting my period soon because I got all weepy a couple of times after I came, and not the good, cathartic crying, but more like needy, pathetic mewing.
I had fucked myself silly with my big pink sea monster, shoving it in and out of my cunt violently while it buzzed at full throttle, and then slept with it between my legs where it slipped out partially, my pussy burning a little from the abuse.
I knew I needed something to take the edge off before going to work, but my cunt still felt sore, like I'd been fucked, which was the whole point, I guess. I grabbed a favorite story I hadn't read in a while and started rubbing my pussy until I was almost ready to cum before I reached for my other new toy, a small, thin, turquoise-glitter vibe that buzzed like nothing I'd ever seen or felt before. It was so intense I barely put in on my clit, clenching my legs closed, and I came appart. No crying this time, but for sure I'm getting my period today or tomorrow because I still feel all emo and aggro. Grrrrrr.
I had fucked myself silly with my big pink sea monster, shoving it in and out of my cunt violently while it buzzed at full throttle, and then slept with it between my legs where it slipped out partially, my pussy burning a little from the abuse.
I knew I needed something to take the edge off before going to work, but my cunt still felt sore, like I'd been fucked, which was the whole point, I guess. I grabbed a favorite story I hadn't read in a while and started rubbing my pussy until I was almost ready to cum before I reached for my other new toy, a small, thin, turquoise-glitter vibe that buzzed like nothing I'd ever seen or felt before. It was so intense I barely put in on my clit, clenching my legs closed, and I came appart. No crying this time, but for sure I'm getting my period today or tomorrow because I still feel all emo and aggro. Grrrrrr.
humphrey
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Thankyou for this beautiful piece of writing, we need more women like you in this forum
bridgeburner
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Batch
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o' what a good girl am I
was granted permission to write this
bit
was instructed to use all three and it I could all four vibrators
and give him pleasure in the viewing of
his encouraging voice and firm commands, I did obey
for I am a good obediant girl
come for me my slut
come harder
come again.
and I am a good girl and did as was ordered
full spread on the bed his eyes devoured me
pleasing I'll be for his pleasure
and over and over
Did He grant permission for my cumming and cumming again
only after i whimpered and begged to stop did he grant that request
and gave his cock for me to gladly worship.
oh what a good girl am I
was granted permission to write this
bit
was instructed to use all three and it I could all four vibrators
and give him pleasure in the viewing of
his encouraging voice and firm commands, I did obey
for I am a good obediant girl
come for me my slut
come harder
come again.
and I am a good girl and did as was ordered
full spread on the bed his eyes devoured me
pleasing I'll be for his pleasure
and over and over
Did He grant permission for my cumming and cumming again
only after i whimpered and begged to stop did he grant that request
and gave his cock for me to gladly worship.
oh what a good girl am I
rosco rathbone
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ahahaha what's all this???
"permission"?? Some mystery dude with a capitalized pronoun??
batch has gone to the dark side.
ahahaha
"permission"?? Some mystery dude with a capitalized pronoun??
batch has gone to the dark side.
ahahaha
Batch
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rosco rathbone
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uh-huh.
glad you are having fun, hon.
glad you are having fun, hon.
rosco rathbone
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Here you go, A: http://www.zombietime.com/up_your_alley_2008/part_1_full/index.php
Sometimes I have horny dreams that turn into jacking sessions. This morning, I dreamed that I was living in a house with three other guys. One of them had a black girlfriend and, to humiliate her, he let the rest of us grope her and feel her up as we pleased. In the dream, they were both lying on a mattress on the floor of a room with an open door. He was asleep; she was lying awake on her stomach with her bare ass upwards. I stole into the room and began feeling and squeezing her asscheeks lustily. She had straightened, processed hair in a mushroom shape and looked over her shoulder at me with sheer hate burning in her eyes. Sneering and leering, I took my time enjoying the feel of her. Then the four men had breakfast sitting around a little yellow table with little place-settings in a kitchen that looked like it came from a doll's-house...everything slightly too small, slightly too perfect, and slightly unreal. As if things were merely models or simulacra of themselves. The girl did the doll-dishes bare-assed with an apron.
I woke up and started jacking about this. It turned into a fantasy of coming across a naked girl secured to an iron post beside an untravelled path in a wood, with her wrists chained up high overhead. I was fantasizing about taking her from behind, hands on her small rounded hips. As I came, I began singing the Allmann Brothers song "Tied To The Whipping Post", in soul-singer falsetto, with emended lyrics:
"....Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I-I-I-I-I-I-I feel
Like I been tiiiiied
to the rapin' post
Tiiiiiiiiiied to the rapin' post
Good Lord I feel like I'm dyin'...."
Sometimes I have horny dreams that turn into jacking sessions. This morning, I dreamed that I was living in a house with three other guys. One of them had a black girlfriend and, to humiliate her, he let the rest of us grope her and feel her up as we pleased. In the dream, they were both lying on a mattress on the floor of a room with an open door. He was asleep; she was lying awake on her stomach with her bare ass upwards. I stole into the room and began feeling and squeezing her asscheeks lustily. She had straightened, processed hair in a mushroom shape and looked over her shoulder at me with sheer hate burning in her eyes. Sneering and leering, I took my time enjoying the feel of her. Then the four men had breakfast sitting around a little yellow table with little place-settings in a kitchen that looked like it came from a doll's-house...everything slightly too small, slightly too perfect, and slightly unreal. As if things were merely models or simulacra of themselves. The girl did the doll-dishes bare-assed with an apron.
I woke up and started jacking about this. It turned into a fantasy of coming across a naked girl secured to an iron post beside an untravelled path in a wood, with her wrists chained up high overhead. I was fantasizing about taking her from behind, hands on her small rounded hips. As I came, I began singing the Allmann Brothers song "Tied To The Whipping Post", in soul-singer falsetto, with emended lyrics:
"....Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I-I-I-I-I-I-I feel
Like I been tiiiiied
to the rapin' post
Tiiiiiiiiiied to the rapin' post
Good Lord I feel like I'm dyin'...."
married29
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This might not be AS detailed as some have written..... but here goes...
as I have been wanting to play with the clothespins on my nipples for quite some time, I thought this week was a great time. I'm home alone alot these days. Husband is gone alot for work.
After working myself up slowly, getting quite wet, I reached for the clothespins. Spent time making sure each nipple was hard... and carefully placed the first clothespin on. Yes, there was a rush of some pain but I let that melt away (I did have a dildo on low in my pussy). When relaxed, I placed the other clothespin on. Again, some mild pain and I just let the pain melt away by turning the dildo up a notch which seemed to do the trick. I flicked at the pins. After a few moments, I was comfortable with them on... I proceeded to fuck myself quite fast/rough/hard (which I like).... it wasn't going to take long for me to cum... As I was about to feel the beginning of the orgasm, I took the clothespins off and felt a rush... and spread my legs very wide... The orgasm was just amazing. (I had just shaved myself bare before playing) I must have laid there convulsing coming down from it for about 10-15 minutes. Made sure to rub soft lotion on my pussy from just shaving as well into my nipples. I wasn't going to post this.... however, it was just that good that I felt the need to share (and no, I'm not the best "writer" per say).
as I have been wanting to play with the clothespins on my nipples for quite some time, I thought this week was a great time. I'm home alone alot these days. Husband is gone alot for work.
After working myself up slowly, getting quite wet, I reached for the clothespins. Spent time making sure each nipple was hard... and carefully placed the first clothespin on. Yes, there was a rush of some pain but I let that melt away (I did have a dildo on low in my pussy). When relaxed, I placed the other clothespin on. Again, some mild pain and I just let the pain melt away by turning the dildo up a notch which seemed to do the trick. I flicked at the pins. After a few moments, I was comfortable with them on... I proceeded to fuck myself quite fast/rough/hard (which I like).... it wasn't going to take long for me to cum... As I was about to feel the beginning of the orgasm, I took the clothespins off and felt a rush... and spread my legs very wide... The orgasm was just amazing. (I had just shaved myself bare before playing) I must have laid there convulsing coming down from it for about 10-15 minutes. Made sure to rub soft lotion on my pussy from just shaving as well into my nipples. I wasn't going to post this.... however, it was just that good that I felt the need to share (and no, I'm not the best "writer" per say).
naughtycakes
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Hahahaha, Freak!
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Ummmm...That wasn't bad!
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