Resisting it and Wanting it

[angela40]

How many times have I resisted cock and at the same time wanting it. I haven't had much success with resistance because my sexual urge is stronger. Not one day goes by that I need to orgasm at least twice. If I have a date, I resist having an orgasm during the day.... And even that is difficult for me.
Several days ago I had a date with an old school mate. I resisted any touching of my pussy or boobs during the day. That evening with my friend I kept myself in check but the moment he kissed my lips my pussy was dampening. In the restaurant I was wondering when he would do more then kiss me. He took my hand and kissed it and then placed it on his bulgy lap. I resisted for a moment but wanting him at the same moment. My pussy was reacting when he whispered in my ear ARE YOU STILL NAUGHTY. I smiled at him and placed his hand on my right boob. We both wanted each other and took him to my flat where my resistance collapsed by sucking his cock and taking me anally as he did during our university days. Just curious if any of you have to tackle this type of emotions.

 

[gregy70]

I’ll say

 

[StrongMaster7]

How lucky is your old schoolmate! Shit!

I don’t have a story to compare with yours, but I do get so fucking horny all of the time that I do find myself fighting the urge to walk up to a woman and tell her how good her body looks or how much I’d love to make her come. There are times when I’m thinking it so hard, I wonder why the object of my lust can’t sense it.

 

[angela40]

If you did walk up to a woman and tell her your feelings she probably have you arrested. So your hand is the best

 

[crissynh50pt]

How many times have I resisted cock and at the same time wanting it. I haven't had much success with resistance because my sexual urge is stronger. Not one day goes by that I need to orgasm at least twice. If I have a date, I resist having an orgasm during the day.... And even that is difficult for me.
Several days ago I had a date with an old school mate. I resisted any touching of my pussy or boobs during the day. That evening with my friend I kept myself in check but the moment he kissed my lips my pussy was dampening. In the restaurant I was wondering when he would do more then kiss me. He took my hand and kissed it and then placed it on his bulgy lap. I resisted for a moment but wanting him at the same moment. My pussy was reacting when he whispered in my ear ARE YOU STILL NAUGHTY. I smiled at him and placed his hand on my right boob. We both wanted each other and took him to my flat where my resistance collapsed by sucking his cock and taking me anally as he did during our university days. Just curious if any of you have to tackle this type of emotions.

ooh I think i make you seem reserved crissy

 

[apom]

I can't say I get horny often, but I do crave subjugation and the privilege of pleasing with similar intensity. Once in a while I'll see a woman in a skirt suit around the offices where I'm cleaning and have to go clean myself up, but they never see me and I'm not much of a masturbator, so...

 

[SallyIsHere]

This is one of my favorite themes, resisting and, sometimes, relenting. When I was starting college and still living with my parents, I dated a guy who was five years older. I was shy and reserved and an all around good girl. We would park in a deserted country road and make out. I loved it, but I would not let him touch me below the waist. He kissed my breasts and that got me really excited. Eventually, I started giving him handjobs. It was so exciting for me, though I thought of it as doing something for him, not me. Watching him cum was a huge thrill for me. When he took me home, I would go to my room and have at least two orgasms thinking about touching him. One night, he was tired and just took me straight some after we saw a movie. We kissed in the car in my parents driveway. I asked him if he wanted to go to our place and kiss some more. He slid his hand up my bare thighs (I was wearing shorts) and whispered in my ear, "You don't want to kiss; you want to stroke my dick." I was frozen, feeling like he had figured me out. I blushed and nodded. He unzipped his pants and exposed his hard dick. I took him in my hand stroked him. It was the most excited I had ever been. I put my head on his chest and watched my hand slide up and down on his sweet dick. He said, "Oh, Sally, you make my dick so hard." He squirted all over my neck and t-shirt. I was trembling I was so excited. i sat up and he leaned over a kissed my neck and ran his hand up my left thigh and between my legs. He said, "Next time we go to our place, I am going do for you what you do for me. I am going to pull down your panties and make you feel good."

 

[eaee]

This is one of my favorite themes, resisting and, sometimes, relenting. When I was starting college and still living with my parents, I dated a guy who was five years older. I was shy and reserved and an all around good girl. We would park in a deserted country road and make out. I loved it, but I would not let him touch me below the waist. He kissed my breasts and that got me really excited. Eventually, I started giving him handjobs. It was so exciting for me, though I thought of it as doing something for him, not me. Watching him cum was a huge thrill for me. When he took me home, I would go to my room and have at least two orgasms thinking about touching him. One night, he was tired and just took me straight some after we saw a movie. We kissed in the car in my parents driveway. I asked him if he wanted to go to our place and kiss some more. He slid his hand up my bare thighs (I was wearing shorts) and whispered in my ear, "You don't want to kiss; you want to stroke my dick." I was frozen, feeling like he had figured me out. I blushed and nodded. He unzipped his pants and exposed his hard dick. I took him in my hand stroked him. It was the most excited I had ever been. I put my head on his chest and watched my hand slide up and down on his sweet dick. He said, "Oh, Sally, you make my dick so hard." He squirted all over my neck and t-shirt. I was trembling I was so excited. i sat up and he leaned over a kissed my neck and ran his hand up my left thigh and between my legs. He said, "Next time we go to our place, I am going do for you what you do for me. I am going to pull down your panties and make you feel good."

Dad gum, girl, I'm afraid we'd have had more of a mess had I been your companion. I hope to high heaven you got off regularly after these episodes an that you are now satisfied and content. Your description is VERY well done and you got my old heart going pitty pat pretty fast.
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[Xplrngplsr]

This is one of my favorite themes, resisting and, sometimes, relenting. When I was starting college and still living with my parents, I dated a guy who was five years older. I was shy and reserved and an all around good girl. We would park in a deserted country road and make out. I loved it, but I would not let him touch me below the waist. He kissed my breasts and that got me really excited. Eventually, I started giving him handjobs. It was so exciting for me, though I thought of it as doing something for him, not me. Watching him cum was a huge thrill for me. When he took me home, I would go to my room and have at least two orgasms thinking about touching him. One night, he was tired and just took me straight some after we saw a movie. We kissed in the car in my parents driveway. I asked him if he wanted to go to our place and kiss some more. He slid his hand up my bare thighs (I was wearing shorts) and whispered in my ear, "You don't want to kiss; you want to stroke my dick." I was frozen, feeling like he had figured me out. I blushed and nodded. He unzipped his pants and exposed his hard dick. I took him in my hand stroked him. It was the most excited I had ever been. I put my head on his chest and watched my hand slide up and down on his sweet dick. He said, "Oh, Sally, you make my dick so hard." He squirted all over my neck and t-shirt. I was trembling I was so excited. i sat up and he leaned over a kissed my neck and ran his hand up my left thigh and between my legs. He said, "Next time we go to our place, I am going do for you what you do for me. I am going to pull down your panties and make you feel good."

I love this. I love the exploration of desires and realizations of such. This still holds true for me as a middle aged man, although, and unfortunately, I'm exploring largely on my own.

 

[angela40]

Awakening to first love entangelment was for me as for you Sally a ride to sexual exploration. Having read about your love making brought back arousing memories.