I am looking for women who also love to masturbate to roleplay around the themes of 'caught masturbating' , 'mutual masturbation', 'watch me masturbate', 'teach me how to masturbate', 'give me permission to masturbate'. 'compulsive masturbation confession'. Will consider incest themes but only with older sibling/in-laws/grown children etc
Masturbation Lessons
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mikeandmichelle
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Masturbating is fun; thinking about getting caught at it is very exciting. I haven't done any of this role playing but I would like to. Will you have me (in this group)
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"Cum on in"
One of my, "getting caught masturbating", fantasies is to be jacking off by an open window and my neighbor sees me doing it and it excites her and I can see her starting to rub herself and it's like dueling masterbation until we both make it.
After that we wave every time we see one another.
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It's been a long, hot day and I'm hot in more ways than one. As I get out of my car and walk to the back door I glance over at the yard next to mine hoping to catch a glimpse of my sexy neighbor sunning herself again. Since I've moved in, I've seen her a few times laying out in a very skimpy thong. She's absolutely beautiful and has an incredible body.
Once, when I was working in the garden, I saw her walk out of the house with her towel and sunscreen. She saw me and waved and shouted "Hi Michelle!". What an incredible view that was; her waving did wonderful things to her lovely, bare breasts! We both walked up to the low fence between our yards and exchanged the usual small talk for a few minutes about what's going on in our lives, etc. Try as I might, I couldn't keep my eyes off her gorgeous boobs. She said she'd better get to work on her tan. I stammered a "see you later" and watched her delectable ass sway as she walked across the yard. As I practically ran back into the house I wondered about the changes in me lately. I've always considered myself straight but I've had wet panties a few times while admiring another woman. I masturbated several times that evening fantasyzing about her.
Unfortunately, this day she wasn't out in the yard. Thinking about that day we talked over the fence, I headed for the bedroom stripping as I went. All I wanted right then was to get naked, crank up the air conditioner and get off. I laid on the bed and started running my hands over my body. I felt like I was on fire. Every place I touched myself felt hot. Soon my caressing hands found their way to my shaved pussy. My feverish fingering of my slit and rubbing my clit soon rewarded me in a wonderful orgasm. Still aroused, I got up and walked over to the window. Feeling very naughty I started playing with myself again at the window in plain view of anyone that might go by. What an incredible feeling that was. Doing something risky like that is definitely not in my nature.
I was on my way to my second cum when I happened to look towards my neighbor's living room window. My God, there she was sitting in a chair as naked as I looking directly at me. My first inclination was to run from the window but I was so turned on and so mesmerized by her tantalyzing body that I stayed rigtht where I was, continuing to work my soaking cunt. I saw her hands slide down between her lovely thighs.................
Once, when I was working in the garden, I saw her walk out of the house with her towel and sunscreen. She saw me and waved and shouted "Hi Michelle!". What an incredible view that was; her waving did wonderful things to her lovely, bare breasts! We both walked up to the low fence between our yards and exchanged the usual small talk for a few minutes about what's going on in our lives, etc. Try as I might, I couldn't keep my eyes off her gorgeous boobs. She said she'd better get to work on her tan. I stammered a "see you later" and watched her delectable ass sway as she walked across the yard. As I practically ran back into the house I wondered about the changes in me lately. I've always considered myself straight but I've had wet panties a few times while admiring another woman. I masturbated several times that evening fantasyzing about her.
Unfortunately, this day she wasn't out in the yard. Thinking about that day we talked over the fence, I headed for the bedroom stripping as I went. All I wanted right then was to get naked, crank up the air conditioner and get off. I laid on the bed and started running my hands over my body. I felt like I was on fire. Every place I touched myself felt hot. Soon my caressing hands found their way to my shaved pussy. My feverish fingering of my slit and rubbing my clit soon rewarded me in a wonderful orgasm. Still aroused, I got up and walked over to the window. Feeling very naughty I started playing with myself again at the window in plain view of anyone that might go by. What an incredible feeling that was. Doing something risky like that is definitely not in my nature.
I was on my way to my second cum when I happened to look towards my neighbor's living room window. My God, there she was sitting in a chair as naked as I looking directly at me. My first inclination was to run from the window but I was so turned on and so mesmerized by her tantalyzing body that I stayed rigtht where I was, continuing to work my soaking cunt. I saw her hands slide down between her lovely thighs.................
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Great story Michelle. Obviously the excitement of getting caught really turns you on. Personally, I would love to hear more stories.
When I was just entering puberty I had just woken up with a rock hard woody. I decided to masterbate before getting up because I had four sisters and no telling when they would come out of their rooms if I headed for the bathroom. So, as I was really getting into it the door opens and in comes my sister that is one year younger than me. We were as close as twins act and always ran around together. She was going to say something, then stopped and said, "what were you just doing?" I said, "nothing", Then she said, "you were just playing with yourself, weren't you?". I said "yes". She closed the door and said, "let me see". I pulled back the covers and she sat on the edge of the bed and looked at it for a few seconds then asked how I did it. I showed her with a few strokes then she said , "let me try." Needless to say it did not take very long to cum and that was my first experience with making it with someone else and her first at making someone else cum.
When I was just entering puberty I had just woken up with a rock hard woody. I decided to masterbate before getting up because I had four sisters and no telling when they would come out of their rooms if I headed for the bathroom. So, as I was really getting into it the door opens and in comes my sister that is one year younger than me. We were as close as twins act and always ran around together. She was going to say something, then stopped and said, "what were you just doing?" I said, "nothing", Then she said, "you were just playing with yourself, weren't you?". I said "yes". She closed the door and said, "let me see". I pulled back the covers and she sat on the edge of the bed and looked at it for a few seconds then asked how I did it. I showed her with a few strokes then she said , "let me try." Needless to say it did not take very long to cum and that was my first experience with making it with someone else and her first at making someone else cum.
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This is a huge turn-on!! I do plan to share with you guys more of the fantasies that my weird, erotic imagination keeps putting into my head.
BORN2: Reading about your sister catching and then helping you masturbate made me wet I sure hope you returned the favor to her!
BORN2: Reading about your sister catching and then helping you masturbate made me wet
I sure hope you returned the favor to her!justmichelle
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Hi. It's me, the tastier half of Mike and Michelle. I just wanted to let you know I'll be posting under this new user name.
mmmmmmMichelle
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would love to share a reply
erdave,
I, for one, would like to hear it! Please do post it.
Michelle
erdave,
I, for one, would like to hear it! Please do post it.
Michellemasturbation and being caught
From Dave O
Panties seemed such a "women thing" for much of my life. I enjoyed taking them off my wife but never dreamed of actually wearing them. One day I was bored and feeling frisky, my wife was a teacher and at work and I had the house all to myself.
A pair of white lacy panties my wife had purchased from "Victoria’s Secret" lay on the dresser and the thought of a silky feeling against me aroused me but I would never realize at that moment just how much an impact that soft feeling would have on my life and sensuality. As I rubbed them against my penis and testicles, I became very aroused and I felt my heart racing as I looked around as if the fear of being discovered outweighed any secret lust I may have. I slowly slipped them on and the feeling was unbelievable.
All kinds of thoughts arose in my head but the reality was: I felt normal in them.
It was as if all this time I belonged in the soft silk feel of satin lacy bikinis. A multitude of memories from childhood and growing up deluged me; the times in the showers, after the sporting events I participated in, where I was labeled and taunted for being small, penis wise. The episodes on dates where I was always a perfect gentleman rather than become sexual and let my "secret" free are still etched in my memory.
I had met that "perfect lady" eventually and 2 children later would feel fairly comfortable in my self image and sexual esteem, but as marriage boredom occurs with many of us frequently, it had with us and we shared fantasies. Lisa fantasies always seemed to center around another male and a rather well developed at that and even though she assured me they were only fantasies I begin to wonder if my lack of size wasn’t beginning to catch up with me. I am slightly less than five inches and a thin girth erect and when soft I slip down to less than an inch.
The feelings in those panties were of the greatest sexual intensity I had felt in many years. I posed in front of the mirror and primped and was in a sexual ecstasy. The sensual feel and naughty thought processes alone had soaked them with my ejaculate. I soon began to soften and as I tried to remove traces of my mischief, I placed the wet ones in the back of her drawer. My hand touched another pair and I knew than I was being transformed into a "me" I felt I was. My penis had softened and I hesitated only slightly as I slipped the soft light red bikinis on, I began to feel that "normal" feeling again, like I belonged in them.
My penis had become what it was to be from that moment on, a clitoris.
My wife was to find out and there would be both some understanding of the whys I felt so comfortable in them and some mixed feelings in which she assured me she may never fully understand.
I love to tease myself for hours while in panties bringing myself so close to the bigO then stalling and watching the ooozing soak through....The moment of greatest humility was being caught one afternoon by my wife and her mom. They both teach school and we live out in rural tn., so normally no need to lock the door. There had been an inservice that day, unknowingly to me and she came home 2 hours earlier and her mom was with her...i was standing up in front of mirror, rubbing it through soaked panties..moaning and beginning to pull hard when i heard "dammit'..her mom was cooler than wife..my wife was pissed..just because her mom was with her was primary one.i left and went into bedroom and made sure her mom had left before i came out.....
was hard to face her mom again....
will add more later..if interested enjoy
Enjoy your life, your loves and your energies in any and all of your endeavors, still, if you should feel the lack of understanding in some of your actions, it is ok, let there be mental peace…
From Dave O
Panties seemed such a "women thing" for much of my life. I enjoyed taking them off my wife but never dreamed of actually wearing them. One day I was bored and feeling frisky, my wife was a teacher and at work and I had the house all to myself.
A pair of white lacy panties my wife had purchased from "Victoria’s Secret" lay on the dresser and the thought of a silky feeling against me aroused me but I would never realize at that moment just how much an impact that soft feeling would have on my life and sensuality. As I rubbed them against my penis and testicles, I became very aroused and I felt my heart racing as I looked around as if the fear of being discovered outweighed any secret lust I may have. I slowly slipped them on and the feeling was unbelievable.
All kinds of thoughts arose in my head but the reality was: I felt normal in them.
It was as if all this time I belonged in the soft silk feel of satin lacy bikinis. A multitude of memories from childhood and growing up deluged me; the times in the showers, after the sporting events I participated in, where I was labeled and taunted for being small, penis wise. The episodes on dates where I was always a perfect gentleman rather than become sexual and let my "secret" free are still etched in my memory.
I had met that "perfect lady" eventually and 2 children later would feel fairly comfortable in my self image and sexual esteem, but as marriage boredom occurs with many of us frequently, it had with us and we shared fantasies. Lisa fantasies always seemed to center around another male and a rather well developed at that and even though she assured me they were only fantasies I begin to wonder if my lack of size wasn’t beginning to catch up with me. I am slightly less than five inches and a thin girth erect and when soft I slip down to less than an inch.
The feelings in those panties were of the greatest sexual intensity I had felt in many years. I posed in front of the mirror and primped and was in a sexual ecstasy. The sensual feel and naughty thought processes alone had soaked them with my ejaculate. I soon began to soften and as I tried to remove traces of my mischief, I placed the wet ones in the back of her drawer. My hand touched another pair and I knew than I was being transformed into a "me" I felt I was. My penis had softened and I hesitated only slightly as I slipped the soft light red bikinis on, I began to feel that "normal" feeling again, like I belonged in them.
My penis had become what it was to be from that moment on, a clitoris.
My wife was to find out and there would be both some understanding of the whys I felt so comfortable in them and some mixed feelings in which she assured me she may never fully understand.
I love to tease myself for hours while in panties bringing myself so close to the bigO then stalling and watching the ooozing soak through....The moment of greatest humility was being caught one afternoon by my wife and her mom. They both teach school and we live out in rural tn., so normally no need to lock the door. There had been an inservice that day, unknowingly to me and she came home 2 hours earlier and her mom was with her...i was standing up in front of mirror, rubbing it through soaked panties..moaning and beginning to pull hard when i heard "dammit'..her mom was cooler than wife..my wife was pissed..just because her mom was with her was primary one.i left and went into bedroom and made sure her mom had left before i came out.....
was hard to face her mom again....
will add more later..if interested enjoy
Enjoy your life, your loves and your energies in any and all of your endeavors, still, if you should feel the lack of understanding in some of your actions, it is ok, let there be mental peace…
caught
it felt so good being up as the sun rose in the sky, the coolness felt good againt my cock and i was so aroused. She had been asleep as i arose early to walk out to the barn.my cock swaying in the fresh air,reaching down and twisting it firmly to refresh its energy....occasionallly pinching and pulling on my cock to get the precum oozzing....a few more feet to the total solitude of of our hay barn and equipment shed..i turned the corner and heard voices..i was shocked but before i could turn around...Amy's voice filled the air..Dave!...I couldnt move..I was turning red with embarrasment..Mike and Amy, our neighbors had backed thier truck up and were loading up thier weekly supply of hay...I stammered, "I am sorry, i didnt know you two were here", Amy giggled, "Well, they were calling for temps in the upper 90's today and we still got cotton left to spray,so we started earlyl
I was turning to manage a escape and Amy said, "I think it's cute, all you guys are morning hard-ons anyway.Mike has spent half the morning with trying to get his hands up my cut-offs" Mike smiled, "I got her wet, she justs wants to finish the chores first lol".
That was it, Amy was cute and my cock rose with vengence..i had no control.."Well I am going to try to scoot back before wife awakes" Amy laughed, "Come on, you can finsh" laughing , "We wont tell..
to be continued
it felt so good being up as the sun rose in the sky, the coolness felt good againt my cock and i was so aroused. She had been asleep as i arose early to walk out to the barn.my cock swaying in the fresh air,reaching down and twisting it firmly to refresh its energy....occasionallly pinching and pulling on my cock to get the precum oozzing....a few more feet to the total solitude of of our hay barn and equipment shed..i turned the corner and heard voices..i was shocked but before i could turn around...Amy's voice filled the air..Dave!...I couldnt move..I was turning red with embarrasment..Mike and Amy, our neighbors had backed thier truck up and were loading up thier weekly supply of hay...I stammered, "I am sorry, i didnt know you two were here", Amy giggled, "Well, they were calling for temps in the upper 90's today and we still got cotton left to spray,so we started earlyl
I was turning to manage a escape and Amy said, "I think it's cute, all you guys are morning hard-ons anyway.Mike has spent half the morning with trying to get his hands up my cut-offs" Mike smiled, "I got her wet, she justs wants to finish the chores first lol".
That was it, Amy was cute and my cock rose with vengence..i had no control.."Well I am going to try to scoot back before wife awakes" Amy laughed, "Come on, you can finsh" laughing , "We wont tell..
to be continued
caught masturbating by neighbor
I usually wasn't home during the day and my wife was out but there I was, horny as hell, reading stories online at Literotica. My pants were around my ankles and I was teasing and stroking my totally erect cock. I have aways loved to masturbate but my wife didn't share that obsession so I took whatever occasion I had and made the most of it. I knew Jan, my wife would be out until late in the afternoon and I had already cum once. I was prolonging this session, using baby oil to keep from getting sore and it made lewd wet sounds as i frigged and stroked and hunched my hips upinto my fist.
Then you opened the door. I knew you and Jan had the run of each other's house but it never occured to me that you would come over and just open the study door. So there I was, squeezing my swollen purple penistip in my palm and you in your summer dress not more than six feet away. Of course there was a stunned silence and neither of us moved for what seemed like 10 seconds and then you said -oh my god I'm sorry- and closed the door and left. I just sat there wondering if I should run after you but not knowing what to say. Then I realized that I was still hard and stroking without even thinking about it. In fact I was even more turned on. My mind replayed the event and I realized that I had not even tried to cover myself up and in fact I let my hand slide down my cock so you could see the swollen tip and I saw you look at my cock for what seemed like forever. Thinking about that I stood up and thrust and pumped my cock into my fist lewdly and milked my penis to the edge and then as slowly as I could humped myself into a huge shuddering rolling orgasm, spurting thick hot cum again and again, clenching my butcheeks to squeeze out every spasm and grunting in pure pleasure.
WOW. Getting caught by you threw a switch in me I didn't know I had. Well I think you know that I have always found you very attractive. And I have had fantasies, but I have never considered acting on them. But now I suddenly felt bad because it would be so awkward between us, how would we deal with this. I got dressed and cleaned up my cum on the floor and the desk and the door. The door, I was so turned on I sprayed cum on the door you came in, well I was only a couple feet away but I have never cum like that before.
I thought about what to do and decided to go over to you house to clear the air so we wouldn't be uncomfortable if we saw each other in the company of our spouses. I would apologize and say that I should have been more discreet. Or something. I went through the backyard and over to your kitchen door. I should have known better but I knocked quietly and there was no answer. I let myself in and walked through the kitchen and went down the hall.
I looked in the bathroom and the door was open and your back was to me. You were straddling the edge of the tub and riding a large pink dildo that was attached the the rim of the tub with a suction cup. Your right arm was supporting you and you were fingering your anus with your left hand. It was the most erotic sight I have ever seen.
I usually wasn't home during the day and my wife was out but there I was, horny as hell, reading stories online at Literotica. My pants were around my ankles and I was teasing and stroking my totally erect cock. I have aways loved to masturbate but my wife didn't share that obsession so I took whatever occasion I had and made the most of it. I knew Jan, my wife would be out until late in the afternoon and I had already cum once. I was prolonging this session, using baby oil to keep from getting sore and it made lewd wet sounds as i frigged and stroked and hunched my hips upinto my fist.
Then you opened the door. I knew you and Jan had the run of each other's house but it never occured to me that you would come over and just open the study door. So there I was, squeezing my swollen purple penistip in my palm and you in your summer dress not more than six feet away. Of course there was a stunned silence and neither of us moved for what seemed like 10 seconds and then you said -oh my god I'm sorry- and closed the door and left. I just sat there wondering if I should run after you but not knowing what to say. Then I realized that I was still hard and stroking without even thinking about it. In fact I was even more turned on. My mind replayed the event and I realized that I had not even tried to cover myself up and in fact I let my hand slide down my cock so you could see the swollen tip and I saw you look at my cock for what seemed like forever. Thinking about that I stood up and thrust and pumped my cock into my fist lewdly and milked my penis to the edge and then as slowly as I could humped myself into a huge shuddering rolling orgasm, spurting thick hot cum again and again, clenching my butcheeks to squeeze out every spasm and grunting in pure pleasure.
WOW. Getting caught by you threw a switch in me I didn't know I had. Well I think you know that I have always found you very attractive. And I have had fantasies, but I have never considered acting on them. But now I suddenly felt bad because it would be so awkward between us, how would we deal with this. I got dressed and cleaned up my cum on the floor and the desk and the door. The door, I was so turned on I sprayed cum on the door you came in, well I was only a couple feet away but I have never cum like that before.
I thought about what to do and decided to go over to you house to clear the air so we wouldn't be uncomfortable if we saw each other in the company of our spouses. I would apologize and say that I should have been more discreet. Or something. I went through the backyard and over to your kitchen door. I should have known better but I knocked quietly and there was no answer. I let myself in and walked through the kitchen and went down the hall.
I looked in the bathroom and the door was open and your back was to me. You were straddling the edge of the tub and riding a large pink dildo that was attached the the rim of the tub with a suction cup. Your right arm was supporting you and you were fingering your anus with your left hand. It was the most erotic sight I have ever seen.
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I love to masturbate fun wow.
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I hope it's ok to just post...if not...forgive me...
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Sweet Surrender
It’s been a long, tiring week full of minor irritations, petty arguments and, for me, sensual frustration. I’m a tour guide, leading groups of twelve through the serene beauty of the Banff Mountains by horseback. I’ve lead these groups for four years; three weeks on, reveling in the omnipotent beauty of the trail and the breathless reactions of virgin riders; one week off, spent in flurry of indulgence over my personal proclivities in the BDSM world.
Never, in four years, have the two worlds collided. Oh, I’ve received a fair number of invitations by men and women, both, while on the trail…just simply not by anyone that came close to tempting me away from a determined professionalism. Until now…
He’d shown up late, to begin with, riding in to camp, hell on leather. A perfect seat, lithe, muscular and pure eye candy to boot. Introducing himself as Michael with an air of calm authority, decisive, logical, powerful that has riled and beckoned, all week. The sexual tension between us has become breathlessly obvious; his gentle attentive manner and cajoling innuendo proving all but irresistible throughout the week. I sigh with relief as we ride into base camp our final day.
Tossing Indigo’s saddle over the tack room post, rubbing him down with the gentle rapport that we’ve both grown to need, tossing in an extra pail of oats and leaving him with a soft pat on his contented rump, I head out the rear of the stable, avoiding everyone.
Like a child, released from the last day of school, my feet fly down the mossy path leading to a favorite haunt. Three quarters of a mile from camp, quiet, remote and 300 feet above base camp, the waterfall, plunging from the a wall of shimmering granite with such force as to leave rainbows of mist in the air, distorting and fascinating the senses.
Halfway up the rocky bank of the falls there sits a granite slab, like a shelf nature left just so for the enjoyment of her creatures. Closest to the falls, the water cascades down in soft sheets over the ledge, the natural depression from centuries falling water creating a pool. I sit on the farthest edge of the slab, fingers releasing the strings that tie at the neck of my shirt, pulling off the worn, sheer cotton, vapor playing lightly over tanned, firm skin. The boots next, then the gentle wriggle of my hips against the thick moss that coats this end of the ledge, removing my jeans.
Lying back, enjoying the sound of the falls in my ears, stretching my body to her limit, like a cat, beneath the soft mist that slicks bare skin, resting my head against the soft pillow of moss, moaning my sheer exhilaration at my freedom. Deft fingers reaching for the front clasp of my bra, the ricochet as it springs loose from my fingertips, metal flicking cruelly over one nipple, drawing one soft, aching breath. Back arched, a soft whimper escaping parted lips as warm sensual heat stirs in hungry circles, leaving my breasts aching, surging with arousal.
In one lithe movement I’m on my knees, nimble fingers pulling silk panties down my thighs, rising to my feet and shrugging them and striding slowly toward the edge of the pool. Kneeling, a languid graceful movement born of years of repetition, I slide my feet out from under me, into the pool’s summer warmed waters, spreading my thighs wide, back a sensual curve, basking in the feel of the spray from the falls slicking my body, dripping down the soft channel between my breasts to fall on the heat between my thighs.
In an instant the sensual frenzy of the last week coalesces, liquid flame in my belly, frustration aching from every nerve. One hand falls of its own volition between eager thighs, the soft stroke of my fingers over arousal slicked labia, the greedy swell of my clit against the slow circles of my thumb.
“God!” I think, flinging me head back, eyes closed, knees wide, feeling the gentle thrust of my hips eagerly greeting my fingers. “How did I get to this level in seven days?” My mind wanders over the lack of privacy and close proximity to the man named Michael, my breath coming in wanton pants, hips bucking harder, fingers thrusting, stroking hot, wet flesh, delving deep within, bringing waves of hunger to tidal force in my belly. My imagination brings his visage to the fore, the depths of his dark eyes and how they’d look filled with raw primal hunger. The tiny muscle in his cheek that flexes as he grits his teeth or sets his jaw against my stubborn denial, the full sensual lips that had brushed mine briefly just yesterday in an unexpected embrace. The thought of his hard, masculine body pressed against mine turns my panting breaths to whimpers, his name falling from my lips to echo softly off the rock around me. So close my belly quivers with the surging heat spilling outward in slow waves.
“Yes.” An eerily familiar voice, laden with satisfaction caresses my ears; my eyes opening in shocked surprise, locking with the dark eyes of my fantasies. That tiny muscle in his cheek jumping with the force of his control, the hunger in his gaze, its intensity as he takes in every aspect of my wanton body writhing before him sends me over the edge with a low whimpered groan.
Unable to even look away from him, I arch upward, fingers plunging deeply, fully into hungry flesh. My eyes, glued to his, take in the sensual smirk at the corners of his fascinating lips, then widen in exquisite delight as those lips form one word, a command, “now”. Writhing beneath his gaze, helpless to stop, heat like molten liquid, a tidal force of release in forceful contractions that wrack my frame, I offer myself, elemental, primal, to him in sweet surrender.
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Sweet Surrender
It’s been a long, tiring week full of minor irritations, petty arguments and, for me, sensual frustration. I’m a tour guide, leading groups of twelve through the serene beauty of the Banff Mountains by horseback. I’ve lead these groups for four years; three weeks on, reveling in the omnipotent beauty of the trail and the breathless reactions of virgin riders; one week off, spent in flurry of indulgence over my personal proclivities in the BDSM world.
Never, in four years, have the two worlds collided. Oh, I’ve received a fair number of invitations by men and women, both, while on the trail…just simply not by anyone that came close to tempting me away from a determined professionalism. Until now…
He’d shown up late, to begin with, riding in to camp, hell on leather. A perfect seat, lithe, muscular and pure eye candy to boot. Introducing himself as Michael with an air of calm authority, decisive, logical, powerful that has riled and beckoned, all week. The sexual tension between us has become breathlessly obvious; his gentle attentive manner and cajoling innuendo proving all but irresistible throughout the week. I sigh with relief as we ride into base camp our final day.
Tossing Indigo’s saddle over the tack room post, rubbing him down with the gentle rapport that we’ve both grown to need, tossing in an extra pail of oats and leaving him with a soft pat on his contented rump, I head out the rear of the stable, avoiding everyone.
Like a child, released from the last day of school, my feet fly down the mossy path leading to a favorite haunt. Three quarters of a mile from camp, quiet, remote and 300 feet above base camp, the waterfall, plunging from the a wall of shimmering granite with such force as to leave rainbows of mist in the air, distorting and fascinating the senses.
Halfway up the rocky bank of the falls there sits a granite slab, like a shelf nature left just so for the enjoyment of her creatures. Closest to the falls, the water cascades down in soft sheets over the ledge, the natural depression from centuries falling water creating a pool. I sit on the farthest edge of the slab, fingers releasing the strings that tie at the neck of my shirt, pulling off the worn, sheer cotton, vapor playing lightly over tanned, firm skin. The boots next, then the gentle wriggle of my hips against the thick moss that coats this end of the ledge, removing my jeans.
Lying back, enjoying the sound of the falls in my ears, stretching my body to her limit, like a cat, beneath the soft mist that slicks bare skin, resting my head against the soft pillow of moss, moaning my sheer exhilaration at my freedom. Deft fingers reaching for the front clasp of my bra, the ricochet as it springs loose from my fingertips, metal flicking cruelly over one nipple, drawing one soft, aching breath. Back arched, a soft whimper escaping parted lips as warm sensual heat stirs in hungry circles, leaving my breasts aching, surging with arousal.
In one lithe movement I’m on my knees, nimble fingers pulling silk panties down my thighs, rising to my feet and shrugging them and striding slowly toward the edge of the pool. Kneeling, a languid graceful movement born of years of repetition, I slide my feet out from under me, into the pool’s summer warmed waters, spreading my thighs wide, back a sensual curve, basking in the feel of the spray from the falls slicking my body, dripping down the soft channel between my breasts to fall on the heat between my thighs.
In an instant the sensual frenzy of the last week coalesces, liquid flame in my belly, frustration aching from every nerve. One hand falls of its own volition between eager thighs, the soft stroke of my fingers over arousal slicked labia, the greedy swell of my clit against the slow circles of my thumb.
“God!” I think, flinging me head back, eyes closed, knees wide, feeling the gentle thrust of my hips eagerly greeting my fingers. “How did I get to this level in seven days?” My mind wanders over the lack of privacy and close proximity to the man named Michael, my breath coming in wanton pants, hips bucking harder, fingers thrusting, stroking hot, wet flesh, delving deep within, bringing waves of hunger to tidal force in my belly. My imagination brings his visage to the fore, the depths of his dark eyes and how they’d look filled with raw primal hunger. The tiny muscle in his cheek that flexes as he grits his teeth or sets his jaw against my stubborn denial, the full sensual lips that had brushed mine briefly just yesterday in an unexpected embrace. The thought of his hard, masculine body pressed against mine turns my panting breaths to whimpers, his name falling from my lips to echo softly off the rock around me. So close my belly quivers with the surging heat spilling outward in slow waves.
“Yes.” An eerily familiar voice, laden with satisfaction caresses my ears; my eyes opening in shocked surprise, locking with the dark eyes of my fantasies. That tiny muscle in his cheek jumping with the force of his control, the hunger in his gaze, its intensity as he takes in every aspect of my wanton body writhing before him sends me over the edge with a low whimpered groan.
Unable to even look away from him, I arch upward, fingers plunging deeply, fully into hungry flesh. My eyes, glued to his, take in the sensual smirk at the corners of his fascinating lips, then widen in exquisite delight as those lips form one word, a command, “now”. Writhing beneath his gaze, helpless to stop, heat like molten liquid, a tidal force of release in forceful contractions that wrack my frame, I offer myself, elemental, primal, to him in sweet surrender.
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caught in the act
hi all,
Well im not sure what is true or what is false, but I would love to share with you what happened to me many years ago.
I woke up one morning and decided to take the day off work and lounge about the house. The wonderful time before children, allowing me the freedom to do what I wanted. With this in mind I thought to myself about getting one of my adult movies out and cabbage out on the sofa as we do and choke the old chicken.
Well as usual it is not long before your I was sporting a fully erect penis and feeling so aroused, the wife at work house to myself and just wanked myself senseless imagining what it would be like to be with one of the vixens who seem to offer everything a wife does'nt, any way whilst I was away in my own little world I was totally obvlious to the fact the her mother had entered the house to pick up the sowing machine, and before I knew it, it was to late I was on paradise stroke and was cumming into my hand, my stomach and looking at her in the face standing in the door way to the lounge. Well as you can imagine she just turned away and walked out into the kitchen appologising, I was just stuck there not saying anything I couldnt move or speak, when she eventually shouted if I wanted a tea and said not to worry and just finish off and clean up. At this point I was ready to die, I eventually picked up enough confidence to walk out into the kitchen, and to totally make it worse she passed me my tea and handed me a wet cloth and said that i missed some which had hit my trousers, there I was standing there in the kitchen with my mother in law with fresh jism on them.
I had the talk from her maybe next time i shoud do that upstairs or at least lock the door, she promised never just to walk in again just in case, she never has told her daughter what happened that day,, that was 5 years ago im still happily married to her daughter, but she has asked me if she came around again could she sit and watch me do it again from the start ......
Maybe ill let her some time not sure???? if I do I will let you all know
hi all,
Well im not sure what is true or what is false, but I would love to share with you what happened to me many years ago.
I woke up one morning and decided to take the day off work and lounge about the house. The wonderful time before children, allowing me the freedom to do what I wanted. With this in mind I thought to myself about getting one of my adult movies out and cabbage out on the sofa as we do and choke the old chicken.
Well as usual it is not long before your I was sporting a fully erect penis and feeling so aroused, the wife at work house to myself and just wanked myself senseless imagining what it would be like to be with one of the vixens who seem to offer everything a wife does'nt, any way whilst I was away in my own little world I was totally obvlious to the fact the her mother had entered the house to pick up the sowing machine, and before I knew it, it was to late I was on paradise stroke and was cumming into my hand, my stomach and looking at her in the face standing in the door way to the lounge. Well as you can imagine she just turned away and walked out into the kitchen appologising, I was just stuck there not saying anything I couldnt move or speak, when she eventually shouted if I wanted a tea and said not to worry and just finish off and clean up. At this point I was ready to die, I eventually picked up enough confidence to walk out into the kitchen, and to totally make it worse she passed me my tea and handed me a wet cloth and said that i missed some which had hit my trousers, there I was standing there in the kitchen with my mother in law with fresh jism on them.
I had the talk from her maybe next time i shoud do that upstairs or at least lock the door, she promised never just to walk in again just in case, she never has told her daughter what happened that day,, that was 5 years ago im still happily married to her daughter, but she has asked me if she came around again could she sit and watch me do it again from the start ......
Maybe ill let her some time not sure???? if I do I will let you all know
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