I've never done this before. Everyone says that- most of them are lying.
I am.
Last year, I wrote a personal ad on a site similar to this, and met a really great guy. The kind of thing that the sour-faced anchorpersons always say never happens as a result of meeting strangers. Except, in a way, what I wanted- what I want was exactly what those ladies warn you about. I like taking candy from strangers.
It's not that simple, but it rarely ever is, is it? I'm a California native, a professional woman in my early twenties. The guy is still a friend, but his post-college schedule directly conflicts with mine, so I'm returning to the internet in search of another lucky find. Are you that person? More about me. I'm petite, with shoulder-length light brown hair and dark brown eyes. I work hard, getting to travel a certain amount (so long distances aren't necessarily a problem, if you live in the right areas). When I'm not working, I like being active- swimming, walking, and karate, as well as languorous weekends on the beach sunning beside my board, reading anything and everything. I like interesting (not meant euphamistically) food, particularly Thai, French, and Spanish food, and I love good red wine.
I'm not looking for more than an intimate friendship, but if something develops, I'm not averse to a relationship. But mostly, I'm looking for a fun, safe friend to be intimate with. I mention some of my interests, because it would be great if we could share something other than our bodies. Actually, if none of the above rings a bell, you probably shouldn't respond. I like plain ol' sex (it rarely pales, for me) but enjoy the spice that two creative partners can bring to sex.
You? You should be, first and paramount, healthy and willing to prove it. A sense of humor, creativity, and a brain to go with them are my next qualifications. You will be over 18 (you'll have to really sell me on yourself if you're under 20 or 21, however) and under 40. Physical appearance doesn't matter as much, though I would like to exchange photographs before we meet. I haven't mentioned a gender, yet, have I? I've been fantasizing about being with a woman for the last several months, and am particularly interested in responses from women, though until now my experiences have only been with men. I know I'm not a lesbian, however- I like penises too much! (And this, my friends, is why I'm posting on the "regular" board- I doubt the GLBT folks would think too much of another one of those ubiquitous bi-curious ads...)
So: I'm looking for a woman and/or a man. I'm not especially looking for a one nighter, more like someone that, if all goes well, I might see once in a while, when we need to let off some steam. Hmm, while I'm on the subject of steam- recently I've been fantasizing a lot about trying anal sex. I have a butt plug from Vixen of San Francisco, and I love having it in. It feels incredibly tight, but also amazingly good. I can't wait to try the real thing! And I also like light bondage. I've experimented with scarves, but I think I'm ready to move to something a bit more serious. I like this both as the tie-er and the tied. And I fantasize about being forced- quite a bit! Love bites are extremely arousing to me! So- if this sounds like what you like and you're healthy, humerous, hopefully intelligent woman/man, please read on.
Here's a little of my most recent fantasy. It's one my days off that coincides with yours, and its your turn to pick our activity. You left nothing on my answering machine more than where you'd stashed the spare key to your apartment, what I should wear, and a single word: obey. Thinking of this, I feel the unlined skirt scratching against my thighs. I'm wearing silk thigh-highs with a garter belt, just without any panties underneath them, a front-clasp silk bra with a plunging scoop-necked top that clings to my skin. I'm perspiring slightly, and it isn't the hint of heat in the southern California morning. I slide the key into the lock, turn it, and open the door. I've only been to your apartment twice, and it feels strange to be letting myself in like this. Pulling the key free, I shut the door. As I turn to slide the dead bolt, I catch movement out of the corner of my eye, then I am shoved flush against the door, rough fingers catching my hands and hands and yanking them painfully high behind my back. I begin to rub back against you, and freeze, feeling my buttocks touching only thighs. Wearing the three inch pumps, my hips should be flush with yours. It isn't you. I fight, but I've already missed my opportunity. The person handily ties my wrists together, than drags me up onto my toes until my hands can be looped over the coat hook on the back of the door. I kick out backwards, swinging wildly as I do so, and my attacker steadies me, easily evading my foot. They must have martial arts training as well. I open my mouth to scream, and hear a soft whisper of sound. "Obey." If is you. I whip my head around trying to get a glimpse of you, and call your name.
"What are you doing?" I cry, and am rewarded by silence. The person behind me shoves my skirt up around my waist, revealing me, my close-trimmed curls already damp with moisture. He carresses my inner thigh briefly, then shoves three fingers deep inside me, suprising a gasp out of me. He works his hand back and forth, as if making space, then begins a steady, hard rhythm that makes my hips bump against the door. Suddenly. he yanks his fingers free. Gripping me around the waist, he lifts me from the hook. Flushed with arousal, he sets me down before you. Your look makes me blush, as I'm sure you intended.
"You look lovely. Take off the shirt."
I hesitate, and you smile.
"My day to decide," you remind me. "Besides, you've wanted this for ages, and you know it" I reluctantly undo the buttons of my shirt, the large stranger accomodatingly freeing my hands when I worked my arms from the sleeves. You lead the way to the bedroom, scooting up until you are leaning against the headboard of the California King bed.
"Get on your hands and knees." This from the gruff stranger. I turn.
"Hi. I'm Katherine. What's your name?" He doesn't say anything, but you do.
"Obey," you remind me, smiling just a little. I clamber onto my hands and knees, feeling faintly ridiculous in the tall heels and already planning what our "activity" will be on MY day. He enters me immediately, coming between my legs and shoving himself deep into me. I groan. You're much longer than he, but his girth is unusual, and he is having to work to get himself deep inside me. Impatiently, he kicks my knees wider apart, and I can feel his scrotum slapping against my swollen clit in a rhythm that makes me gasp. That's not all making me gasp. He bites me on the shoulder, hard enough that I know I'll have a bruise in the morning, and I feel pleasure arc through me. I'm not turned on by a lot of pain, but in the midst of pleasure, I think some of the pain/pleasure sensors get switched around on me. Anyway, I like it. I groan, rolling my hips back against him, matching him thrust for thrust. And you are there, guiding my head down onto your cock, filling my mouth and butting against my throat. You guide yourself in and out of me. The double pleasure is more than I can take, and I come, my back arching as I gasp for air. The men gasp as well, then you pull out abruptly. The man flips me over onto my back, pulling my stocking-clad legs over his shoulders and beginning to fuck me harder, with more intensity. I arch my hips up towards the stranger, matching his thrusts, and you push my shoulders until my head is tipped off the edge of the bed. You enter me that way, this time able to sink all the way into my mouth and throat . . . If you liked it, please respond with a little about yourself, and one of your own fantasies! Tell me why I should be interested in you- and what turns you on.
I am.
Last year, I wrote a personal ad on a site similar to this, and met a really great guy. The kind of thing that the sour-faced anchorpersons always say never happens as a result of meeting strangers. Except, in a way, what I wanted- what I want was exactly what those ladies warn you about. I like taking candy from strangers.
It's not that simple, but it rarely ever is, is it? I'm a California native, a professional woman in my early twenties. The guy is still a friend, but his post-college schedule directly conflicts with mine, so I'm returning to the internet in search of another lucky find. Are you that person? More about me. I'm petite, with shoulder-length light brown hair and dark brown eyes. I work hard, getting to travel a certain amount (so long distances aren't necessarily a problem, if you live in the right areas). When I'm not working, I like being active- swimming, walking, and karate, as well as languorous weekends on the beach sunning beside my board, reading anything and everything. I like interesting (not meant euphamistically) food, particularly Thai, French, and Spanish food, and I love good red wine.
I'm not looking for more than an intimate friendship, but if something develops, I'm not averse to a relationship. But mostly, I'm looking for a fun, safe friend to be intimate with. I mention some of my interests, because it would be great if we could share something other than our bodies. Actually, if none of the above rings a bell, you probably shouldn't respond. I like plain ol' sex (it rarely pales, for me) but enjoy the spice that two creative partners can bring to sex.
You? You should be, first and paramount, healthy and willing to prove it. A sense of humor, creativity, and a brain to go with them are my next qualifications. You will be over 18 (you'll have to really sell me on yourself if you're under 20 or 21, however) and under 40. Physical appearance doesn't matter as much, though I would like to exchange photographs before we meet. I haven't mentioned a gender, yet, have I? I've been fantasizing about being with a woman for the last several months, and am particularly interested in responses from women, though until now my experiences have only been with men. I know I'm not a lesbian, however- I like penises too much! (And this, my friends, is why I'm posting on the "regular" board- I doubt the GLBT folks would think too much of another one of those ubiquitous bi-curious ads...)
So: I'm looking for a woman and/or a man. I'm not especially looking for a one nighter, more like someone that, if all goes well, I might see once in a while, when we need to let off some steam. Hmm, while I'm on the subject of steam- recently I've been fantasizing a lot about trying anal sex. I have a butt plug from Vixen of San Francisco, and I love having it in. It feels incredibly tight, but also amazingly good. I can't wait to try the real thing! And I also like light bondage. I've experimented with scarves, but I think I'm ready to move to something a bit more serious. I like this both as the tie-er and the tied. And I fantasize about being forced- quite a bit! Love bites are extremely arousing to me! So- if this sounds like what you like and you're healthy, humerous, hopefully intelligent woman/man, please read on.
Here's a little of my most recent fantasy. It's one my days off that coincides with yours, and its your turn to pick our activity. You left nothing on my answering machine more than where you'd stashed the spare key to your apartment, what I should wear, and a single word: obey. Thinking of this, I feel the unlined skirt scratching against my thighs. I'm wearing silk thigh-highs with a garter belt, just without any panties underneath them, a front-clasp silk bra with a plunging scoop-necked top that clings to my skin. I'm perspiring slightly, and it isn't the hint of heat in the southern California morning. I slide the key into the lock, turn it, and open the door. I've only been to your apartment twice, and it feels strange to be letting myself in like this. Pulling the key free, I shut the door. As I turn to slide the dead bolt, I catch movement out of the corner of my eye, then I am shoved flush against the door, rough fingers catching my hands and hands and yanking them painfully high behind my back. I begin to rub back against you, and freeze, feeling my buttocks touching only thighs. Wearing the three inch pumps, my hips should be flush with yours. It isn't you. I fight, but I've already missed my opportunity. The person handily ties my wrists together, than drags me up onto my toes until my hands can be looped over the coat hook on the back of the door. I kick out backwards, swinging wildly as I do so, and my attacker steadies me, easily evading my foot. They must have martial arts training as well. I open my mouth to scream, and hear a soft whisper of sound. "Obey." If is you. I whip my head around trying to get a glimpse of you, and call your name.
"What are you doing?" I cry, and am rewarded by silence. The person behind me shoves my skirt up around my waist, revealing me, my close-trimmed curls already damp with moisture. He carresses my inner thigh briefly, then shoves three fingers deep inside me, suprising a gasp out of me. He works his hand back and forth, as if making space, then begins a steady, hard rhythm that makes my hips bump against the door. Suddenly. he yanks his fingers free. Gripping me around the waist, he lifts me from the hook. Flushed with arousal, he sets me down before you. Your look makes me blush, as I'm sure you intended.
"You look lovely. Take off the shirt."
I hesitate, and you smile.
"My day to decide," you remind me. "Besides, you've wanted this for ages, and you know it" I reluctantly undo the buttons of my shirt, the large stranger accomodatingly freeing my hands when I worked my arms from the sleeves. You lead the way to the bedroom, scooting up until you are leaning against the headboard of the California King bed.
"Get on your hands and knees." This from the gruff stranger. I turn.
"Hi. I'm Katherine. What's your name?" He doesn't say anything, but you do.
"Obey," you remind me, smiling just a little. I clamber onto my hands and knees, feeling faintly ridiculous in the tall heels and already planning what our "activity" will be on MY day. He enters me immediately, coming between my legs and shoving himself deep into me. I groan. You're much longer than he, but his girth is unusual, and he is having to work to get himself deep inside me. Impatiently, he kicks my knees wider apart, and I can feel his scrotum slapping against my swollen clit in a rhythm that makes me gasp. That's not all making me gasp. He bites me on the shoulder, hard enough that I know I'll have a bruise in the morning, and I feel pleasure arc through me. I'm not turned on by a lot of pain, but in the midst of pleasure, I think some of the pain/pleasure sensors get switched around on me. Anyway, I like it. I groan, rolling my hips back against him, matching him thrust for thrust. And you are there, guiding my head down onto your cock, filling my mouth and butting against my throat. You guide yourself in and out of me. The double pleasure is more than I can take, and I come, my back arching as I gasp for air. The men gasp as well, then you pull out abruptly. The man flips me over onto my back, pulling my stocking-clad legs over his shoulders and beginning to fuck me harder, with more intensity. I arch my hips up towards the stranger, matching his thrusts, and you push my shoulders until my head is tipped off the edge of the bed. You enter me that way, this time able to sink all the way into my mouth and throat . . . If you liked it, please respond with a little about yourself, and one of your own fantasies! Tell me why I should be interested in you- and what turns you on.
