Tall girls all the rage?
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What I notice more about a girl is her face (sad, but true) and then the rest of her- smile, brains, attitude, sense of humor, etc. You can be tall or short, doesn't matter. Sexy comes in a lot of different shapes and sizes- and yes, I mean fat or thin.
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Being average height I normally date women around my height or shorter, but never had a problem dating a taller woman. It's other people's reactions I find most of the time. Some when don't want to bend over to kiss someone...But no woman should be made to feel she's to tall. Taller who cares...wear your heels and be sexy.
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I'm glad to hear all this tall girl love! I'm 5'10" in bare feet, and I LOVE heels. I'm pretty darn happy rocking a 3" heel. But I live in an oddly short area (until I point it out to people, the don't notice, but that's because they're all in the shorter range) and there are no tall men. (Or tall women, for that matter, but there are more tall women than men.)
No one likes to have that Godzilla in Tokyo feeling...
So thanks for the admiration for Amazons
There are definitely benefits to this height, and three feet of leg is one of them!
Wish all you 6' + fellas lived closer.
No one likes to have that Godzilla in Tokyo feeling...
So thanks for the admiration for Amazons
There are definitely benefits to this height, and three feet of leg is one of them!Wish all you 6' + fellas lived closer.
I'm glad to hear all this tall girl love! I'm 5'10" in bare feet, and I LOVE heels. I'm pretty darn happy rocking a 3" heel. But I live in an oddly short area (until I point it out to people, the don't notice, but that's because they're all in the shorter range) and there are no tall men. (Or tall women, for that matter, but there are more tall women than men.)
No one likes to have that Godzilla in Tokyo feeling...
So thanks for the admiration for Amazons
Wish all you 6' + fellas lived closer.
i am only 5'8" but havent had a problem dating taller women.. there arent too many where i live but one was abt the same ht but she wore heels..
u neednt worry abt not having 6' fellas around.. just need someone who is comfortable... and i like it when there is lots of leg to wrap around my hips or my face!
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Tall women are super sexy. Beautiful legs, long hands, I love that.
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Lovvvve Tall Ladies!
I have no issues with height! I'm 5'-6" and have dated many ladies taller than Myself. In fact ladies taller than you! They usually average about 5'-10".
I love the shocked looks I get from other guys when I'm slow dancing with them, lol.
Tall girls are long, sexy, usually have fantastic legs that look even better in high heels. Where those shoes whenever you like, you won't hear a complaint from me. U should post a picture of your legs in your favorite heels!
If hubby doesn't like that you are taller than him, he will just have to relax and enjoy that you are his gorgeous wife.
I have no issues with height! I'm 5'-6" and have dated many ladies taller than Myself. In fact ladies taller than you! They usually average about 5'-10".
I love the shocked looks I get from other guys when I'm slow dancing with them, lol.
Tall girls are long, sexy, usually have fantastic legs that look even better in high heels. Where those shoes whenever you like, you won't hear a complaint from me. U should post a picture of your legs in your favorite heels!
If hubby doesn't like that you are taller than him, he will just have to relax and enjoy that you are his gorgeous wife.
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I am 5'6" and I LOVE tall women that can wear heels and feel comfortable with a shorter man!!! <3
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Yay for being tall! Haha.
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Great stuff!!! Would love to get to know you, if you're okay with a 5-9 guy.
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I'm 5'10" and I've always had a thing for taller women. I had a big-time crush on the star of the women's basketball team in high school.
Tall girls work for me. Recently I've collared a female sub who is 6' 1" and I find it very erotic walking in to fetish clubs with her on the end of my chain leash attached to her collar, she looks amazonian and complements me and the power I have with her.
As other have noted there are a lot of plus points to tall women, such as legs and not getting back ache stooping down to kiss them etc. (I'm tall myself). So my advice to tall women is shoulders back, head up and be proud of being tall ! (oh and yes wear heels ! ;-) )
As other have noted there are a lot of plus points to tall women, such as legs and not getting back ache stooping down to kiss them etc. (I'm tall myself). So my advice to tall women is shoulders back, head up and be proud of being tall ! (oh and yes wear heels ! ;-) )
I've had a thing for tall women since I was a young teenager. The taller they are...the hotter they seem to be....the more turned on I am. I am 6'3 and I love a TALL sexy woman. Just typing this and thinking about the tall women I have been with is getting me turned on!
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Tallest Woman I've Ever Fucked
Tallest Woman I've Ever Fucked
byjohnnieblue44©
I saw her on one of the Internet dating sites, not the X-rated kind, but my experience has proven to me that there really isn't much difference, they pretty much all want to fuck. Some ladies are just more outwardly demure or coy about their intentions, and some want to fuck later rather than sooner. And some legitimately want more than just sex: a boyfriend, a relationship, a commitment.
But make no mistake. If they're on a dating site, they want to get laid, it's only natural. Ladies, you're no different than men in that regard, and thank goodness for that!
So, I did something that I rarely do. I contacted her, even though she lived near Montreal and I resided in a Mid-Atlantic state, and to fuck her would literally require international travel.
Ultimately, though, I think that's what sealed the deal for me, I was safe enough from a distance standpoint for her, and I made no bones or pretense about my intentions after a few initial cursory e-mails that she and I shared. I had provided my photo, my background bio indicating that I was an executive in a real estate company, divorced for about seven years now, any info to induce a comfort level for her.
She was six-foot-five, eight inches taller than me in bare feet, and I wanted to fuck her. While she wore the highest stilettos she owned.
And she agreed, rather eagerly and expediently, to let me fly to Montreal and we would do just that. In fact, her exact e-mail reply was, "I think I could be very receptive to that. When and where? Shall we get a hotel near the airport?"
Falls under the category that you'll never get what you want unless you ask for it. In retrospect, I think my candor and forthright approach regarding my admittedly one-dimensional intent appealed to her, even excited her. She concurred that she was deeply aroused by my proposal, and we confirmed a mutually acceptable date so that we wouldn't have to wait long. I made my flight reservations and she secured hotel accommodations and our twenty-four-hour rendezvous was confirmed for within the upcoming weekend. We were moving fast.
During relaxation breaks after phone-sex-induced orgasms in the week leading up to my trip, Sharon (her name) confessed to me that she hadn't had sex in almost nine months, and she was interminably and incessantly horny. She also admitted that she had always thought that men shorter than six-feet-tall (I'm five-nine) were intimidated by her height, or worse, she felt that they were not attracted to her, and she occasionally feared she was viewed as somewhat of a freak, non-feminine. Thus, my contact with her rebuilt a somewhat shattered confidence in her own sensuality and sexuality. Or so she said.
Through the phone lines in our nocturnal long-distance foreplay, I assured her that she was indeed beautiful. Slender, with light brown hair that cascaded in bangs down her forehead and over her big baby blue eyes, full pink lips and perfect teeth (she was a dental hygienist and a cosmetics saleswoman).
Each of my compliments about her charms was met with ecstatic groans and moans and pants as she orgasmed freely in telephonically-induced orgasm after orgasm. As I discovered more about her, I began to ascertain that she was essentially a submissive, and she acquiesced willingly to every request, no, make that demand, that I made.
She would greet me in the airport wearing a top coat that would conceal her outfit beneath, which would consist of thigh-high stockings and a crotchless teddy that would expose her nipples as well. Check.
Her pussy would be trimmed, but not shaven completely, so that I could nibble on the soft natural tufts of her auburn pubic hairs, as she had already described her private regions to me delectably. Check.
She would wear knee-high leather boots with thick heels. She confirmed that she had just the pair that would make her almost six-feet-nine inches in height. Check.
She would bring various outfits for a private fashion show, some short miniskirts, some revealing blouses, and a veritable menagerie of lingerie. Check.
I would drive her vehicle during the short drive to the hotel, and she would not once lift her head and mouth from my cock. Mobile blow-job as an ice-breaker.........? Check.
Anal sex? Check, sort of. Sharon was a tad ambivalent about this subject. "My last boyfriend didn't really like that, but I kinda do, so, sure, I'm a little rusty, but why not?" Why not indeed?
We discussed her bringing a tripod to record the carnal festivities within our room, and I would agree to let her keep the tape. She hesitated just a bit on this one, though the idea seemed to excite her even more than the others. "I'd always wanted to make my very own sex tape, so we'll see," she gushed over the phone while fingering herself to another powerful self-stimulated cum.
Our inventory list complete, my passport in hand, I landed at just past noon on Saturday in Trudeau Airport and saw her unmistakable frame encased in a tan raincoat as I exited customs. I resisted the urge to respond to the customs official's inquiry as to the purpose of my visit by explaining that I'm solely here to fuck the Amazon woman clad only in lingerie in the terminal. I figured that might delay entry, so I answered simply, "To visit a friend and see the beauty of Montreal." Same thing.
The temperature was over seventy degrees and there not the slightest threat of rain, so the sight of a six-foot-nine beauty in heels naturally attracted its fair share of curious stares, especially so when she leaned down almost a foot to greet me with a soft, slow, sensuous kiss, her tongue warm and inviting and explorative, her perfume wafting through the air with an intoxicating sweetness.
I placed a hand beneath her raincoat and felt only the smooth, firm curve of her hip and abdomen, confirming her attire as discussed.
She groaned softly at the feel of my palm and fingers on her bare skin. "Hello, Sharon," I whispered in her ear, momentarily breaking our introductory kiss, no doubt disappointing the spectators trying to make sense of this curious pairing. We probably looked like the number "ten" together.
She leaned her pretty head back, and brushed her hair off of her milky-white forehead, like a graceful giraffe again rising to full stature. Her eyes blazed into mine lustfully, her gaze alone bringing me to full erection, as she towered over me. "Welcome to Montreal, John, and your dream come true. Fuck me."
Sharon continued to kiss me and rub my crotch none-too-surreptitiously as we rode on the moving walkway leading towards the parking garage. I felt a bit like a puppy being pampered and groomed. Fortunately, she had the foresight to park in a rather secluded corner of an upper level, and I resisted the urge to remove her raincoat on the elevator lest those pesky airport surveillance cameras would record a public exposure scandal of potentially international proportions.
But when we got to the car, I pushed her lithe torso against the SUV's passenger side and unwrapped the belt of her coat, and pulled it from her body in one firm tug. I gasped as I examined her tall, magnificent body, like a goddess in a distorted vertical mirror, except this was real life and in the flesh. Seventy seven inches of female exquisiteness, black silk against smooth, white, pale skin. On her lean neck she wore a strand of bright pearls, and my gaze continued downward to admire the black bustier which exposed surprisingly big breasts topped by bright pink areolas that were topped by what looked like red M and M's for nipples.
The sheer ebony lace of her camisole teddy stopped at her belly button and my heart, and cock, leaped as one in a team celebratory gesture as I saw the naked valley between her impossibly long legs, and what was in between.
Another strand of pearls, perhaps six inches long, protruded from beyond the folds of her labia and dangled in tandem to the sway of her body movements. My face flushed with heat and blood and desire, and she soothingly patted my head and eased me gently down onto my knees, directly in front of her pearl-filled pussy, undoubtedly the most erotic vision I had ever witnessed.
Sharon guided my head with both of her large hands until my face grazed against the gently swaying pearl strands, and I inhaled to absorb and enjoy her sweet, musky scent, reminiscent of the aftermath of a Spring rain shower, clean, airy, moisture and humidity permeating the air.
"Watch," she purred softly, holding my head in place in front of her slit, which began to open almost imperceptibly as she clenched and unclenched her vaginal muscles, her lean thighs quivering, resulting in a rhythmic dance of the pearls as they softly rubbed along either side of her taut, muscular thighs.
She pulled me even closer so that the tip of my nose was pressed against her silky, wet snatch. She smelled exquisite, and my hands instinctively reached for my prize.
"Ah, ah, no hands," she admonished, tapping the top of my head in a gentle demonstration of discipline. If possible, I became even more aroused as she exercised this domination. I was on my knees in a public parking lot in front of the tallest beauty I had ever seen, who had pearls dangling from her cunt. That puppy-like feeling washed over me again ("Sit, boy, good boy!").
Sharon smiled down at me, gripping my head more firmly, and she growled seductively at me, "Stick out your tongue."
I did as instructed, and little by little, perhaps an eighth of an inch at a time, her kegel muscles eased the slithering serpent of pearls from her sopping slit until the last tiny ovals plopped onto my waiting tongue with a slight but discernible squishy pop as they exited her saturated gash. I swirled the pearls inside of my mouth for a second, savoring her nectars on the Mikimotos, until she picked me up and lowered her own mouth to mine, extracting the pearls with her tongue like a fisherman picking bait from a bucket.
She opened her mouth, showing me the pearls, and she gently spit them onto her palms. As I stood mesmerized, frozen with incredulous lust, she flipped a pair of keys to me, and as I caught them in mid-air, she climbed into the passenger seat, rolling down the window as she said, "Those pearls were a tasty appetizer, but I think you said something about sucking your cock while we drove to the hotel, so the next thing white in my mouth better be your cum." She patted the driver's seat.
"So, c'mon, undo your zipper and hop in."
"And welcome to Montreal."
Sharon waited patiently as I paid the parking garage attendant in loonies and toonies (generously provided by Sharon, what, you were expecting compensation in pearls?), then eased the coat from her shoulders and it dropped to the floor of the car, and she maneuvered her long, lean torso in strategically placed mobile sucking position, which is not as easy as it sounds when the woman passenger is six-five.
When the waistband of my boxers uncovered my erection, it sprang free slapping against Sharon's pale cheek.
She gasped slightly when she realized the size of my cock. She muttered, "I'm wondering if it will even fit in my mouth," yet she tentatively began stroking it with her long fingers. She softly said to me, gazing at my twitching cock, "I've always been told that I have long fingers, but they can't even wrap around the girth of you, you must be taller lying down than standing up, wow, huge!"
Her pink, tight mouth watering now, she began licking up and down the shaft avoiding the head for now. She started rolling her tongue under the ridge of the head, then licked all the way down to the base of my shaft, taking my balls into my mouth one at a time, and she sucked on them gently.
I moaned softly as she moved her tongue back to the base of my cock and licked the underside. Sharon continued to lick the underside of my cock from the base to the tip before finally wrapping her lips around the head. She slowly started to lick the head ringing around the ridge and flicking at the little hole at the tip. She only then began sucking gently on the head of my cock as she more firmly cupped my balls in her big hands.
Slowly, excruciatingly so, Sharon began to take me deeper into her hot mouth, with each sucking motion bringing me closer to the back of her throat. With my cock in her mouth, the tip at the back of her throat, she held still letting me feel the warmth and wetness wrapped around me. Then she slowly started to pull me out of her mouth and sucked gently until I was almost exploding. My hands held the wheel in death grip as I tried to focus on the voice of the GPS woman squealing at me. Only then did I realize the verbal directions were in French. Auggh. Who gives a fuck, we may end up in Nova Scotia, though.
She next slowly moved my thick cock in and out of her mouth with longer strokes, still cupping my balls in her palm. She move her long digits slowly to the base of my dick as she continue moving my cock in and out of her mouth, faster now, accelerating the pace. Her hands were wet with the saliva that has dripped down my cock from her constant licking and sucking. She started to move her hand up and down in pace with her mouth, giving me a blow job and hand job at the same time until shed taste his pre-cum mixed with her saliva, and we moaned in tandem.
My free hand removed the small clip from Sharon's hair and my fingers were now tangled in her long brown curls holding her hair away from her face so I could peek, and guided her mouth deeper into me, preparing for the pending release. She began taking me deeper and sucking almost my entire length, using her talented tongue to wiggle and flick the underside of my throbbing meat with each thrust. She tasted the first spurt of semen on her tongue before she swallowed the remaining bursts of sticky seed and sucked me further down her throat.
As I pulled the car to a merciful stop on the shoulder of the highway, Sharon still continued to massage my balls and suck my cock until I was empty. She pulled her mouth off my cock with a pop and looked up at me. She opened her mouth and with her tongue curled, stuck it out to show me the puddle of cum. I smiled as she pulled her tongue back in her mouth and closed her lips.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she moaned softly as she smiled and swallowed again. "This is tastier than pearls." She lifted her head up and looked around, trying to get her bearings.
I pulled up my zipper and switched off the audio to the GPS as the French woman continued to frantically scream at me, probably yelling something about not receiving a blow job and trying to drive in a foreign land, which is universally prudent advice, I'm sure.
I looked over at Sharon to see cum dripping down onto her collarbone. It was incredibly sexy. "Um, that was absolutely sensational, Sharon, maybe the best ever, but one thing, we're in the FUGAWI tribe territory now, I fear."
Sharon wiped the dribble from her chin and looked at me quizzically. "What does that mean, Fugawi tribe?"
I remembered I wasn't in the states anymore and sarcastic, non-literal humor gets misinterpreted up north.
I stammered, "Um, well, see, there was this group of nomadic Indians who always wondered the frontier getting lost, at least this is how it looked to the cowboys, and the only language the Indians knew to say in friendly greeting was 'Were da fug ah we'?. Because that was the name of their tribe, the Fugawi.
She continued to look at me, completely, utterly confused by my ranting.
"So, ya see, the cowboys interpreted that they were asking 'Where the fuck are we'?..."
She graciously stuck one long finger to my lips, effectively shushing me, and pointed to a red beacon in the distance. "Never mind. See that Marriott over there, John? That's our hotel. You did just fine multi-tasking and getting us to our destination, perhaps my oral skills weren't distracting enough?" She pouted in mock distress.
"I'll give you another opportunity once we check in, Sharon, but we're fortunate we didn't end up in Alaska, you were that good. Best blowjob I ever got by a beautiful, tall woman while driving in Canada, really."
When we reached the room, I made notice that this was the first woman I had ever seen who had to literally duck under the door jamb to avoid hitting her head. That observation passed instantaneously, though, and literally within seconds, we had torn each others' clothes off and we were naked on the king-sized mattress. Once again, I bid slow foreplay a gracious adieu and immediately dove between those long gams of Sharon's, determined to lick her cunt until her head exploded with orgasmic glee.
Sharon knew intuitively what I had planned to do based on our hours of phone sex and my stated propensity for pleasing a woman orally. She seemed more than OK with his concept, indicated by lying on the mattress and tucking her legs almost behind her ears in a gymnast-like contortion, and stating simply, "Eat me, stud."
So I did.
I gathered a bit of saliva and first, gently laved her clit side to side. When I started circles on it she soon began to scream. Loud. Her hips were moving now with every oral and digital stroke I made. Her nipples became rock hard. My hand left her thigh, and suddenly I eased a finger just barely inside of her tight pussy. I could hear, and feel, the wet sounds as I began stroking inside of her. I love the reaction I can evoke from a woman with just one finger. It was apparently unbearable for Sharon; the combination of my breath and tongue on her clit added with the sweet torture of my finger. Her legs raised up on tip toes; she offered all of her spread wide. I soon added a second finger inside of her tunnel ... in, out, in, as I licked at her. It was nearly enough pleasure to send her, and me, over the edge, but not quite yet.
I shifted position, slid my hands under her taut, athletic bottom, and positioned my mouth directly over her sweet, engorged clit. I kept my face locked onto her cunt as her hips ground into my face harder and faster. She was driven to pump even though it wasn't necessary. Heat spread through her whole body, her clit on fire as I lashed at it with my tongue. Finally she tried to hold it back, but I was just too smart and determined, I guess. Briefly I thought she was regaining control, until I formed a mild vacuum with my lips over her clit and flicked faster with my tongue. Sharon cried out wildly and came so hard her legs squeezed shut tight against my temple, momentarily suffocating me. Trying to keep her legs open was futile; the intensity of the climax was thumping away hard, making her legs twitch and spasm onto my skull, until she cried out, "OH John, OH FUCK, you're making me come!"
Her wonderful torso body froze its motion as I let the waves of a really great orgasm settle over her. I watched and knew just when she started to climax, and as she did, I put my tongue flat against her clit and held it there. It throbbed and pulsated against my tongue for what seemed like an eternity, making it more wonderful for me, and by the looks of it, not too shabby for her, either. After a moment, I softly kissed the fuzz above her slit, and stiffly stood up with a chuckle.
I asked her very calmly, "So, do you want me to fuck you like a good girl or like a bad girl?"
She smiled, pleased. There could only be one answer to this.
"Like a bad girl," Sharon said, her voice a few notches lower than usual, drawing out the delicious little word "bad". Oh, didn't I ever love it.
My hand eagerly kneaded Sharon's heaving breasts, my fingers tweaking and teasing the peaks. How she seemed to love that tiny almost-pain. I kissed her deeply, resuming my work on her now raging clit with one hand, while stroking my other hand over my pulsing shaft, preparing for entry.
"Oh baby, you're so hot like this...so beautiful... your face, your incredible body. I want to fuck you so hard you'll feel it all week."
She swallowed hard, wanting it terribly, just as she'd said. She wanted, needed to feel me thrusting deep, and I had visions of me marking her inside and out. My woman, my cum, my dream fuck...even if just for one night.
"Oh John...yes," she hissed. "I WANT you to fuck my pussy...any way you want...just do it now please!"
In an athletic single move, I lifted her ass up and guided her legs around me as I positioned myself just at her glistening opening. She used the bed board behind her to brace against. A gentle press told me this was going to be a really tight fit. Thankfully her whole pussy was slick and dripping from all my oral attention. She gripped my shoulders as her trembling legs wrapped around my waist. She was careful not to scrape me with her heels, the only stitch of clothing on either one of us.
Stronger than I looked, I eased her onto the thickest cock she's ever endured, or so she continued to yell at me. I barely entered her at first, and then withdrew several times before she was exquisitely filled with almost my entire girth. She gasped as I thrust deep and I swear she could not have taken another centimeter as my tip bounced and snapped off of her cervix. I thrust inside of Sharon over and over...hot steel against silky velvet, stretching her to her delighted limit. I fucked her that way for a few minutes, letting her savor every slow delightful inch, before I began a unannounced and savage assault on her cunt, and I smiled as her eyes rolled back into her head, the throes of a massive vaginal orgasm rumbling through her long, lean body. I felt so powerful bringing such pleasure to this tall, horny, sexy woman, now transformed into a ravenous cock slut as my dick reached and massaged her inner depths.
She looked up at me and began an obscene, sexual diatribe, imploring me to continue my hard fucking. "You'll be able to fuck me all night long, won't you, baby? I love your big, beautiful cock. I want you to keep fucking me long, deep, and hard, the deeper and harder the better, it's been so long for me. I want you to fill me with your cum. I want you to make me cum, fill me in every hole. I next want your cock deep in my ass till my mind explodes. I'm going to be the tall slut you've always dreamed of."
I pulled back my pelvis back just enough so that my cock lined up with her pussy was ready to spear her as she'd never experienced cock. My voice was thick with hunger as I warned her.
"Here it comes baby. I'm gonna fuck you for real now. No mercy. "
With that I plunged in roughly, burying every inch in a savage thrust. She gasped at the sweet shock of it, her hands fisting tight onto the rumpled bed sheets, her mouth a tiny O.
"Oh yes John...just like that," she screeched.
She struggled to accept all of me inside of her tight walls, stretching her poor bruised pussy to its limits. Every out stroke left me feeling like she was taking part of me with her, such was the friction within her hot cunt. I altered my strokes slightly to push against her top will, finding her spongy G-spot. I pushed in, slow and torturous...then balls deep and savage. She intently watched my face...her sparkling eyes flashing wide with delighted shock on the hard strokes.
On the deepest part of my in-strokes I felt my heavy ball-sack squashed against her mound. It made me hotter still, to think of the load I was building up in there. I paused just long enough to shift his cock in her cunt, twisting it into her side caverns, and then, keeping my promise, I began to pick up the pace and fuck her even harder. Sweat poured off of our bodies, it was the most electric fuck I'd ever felt, my energy felt other-worldly, yet she wanted more, more, more.
Looking down between us, I saw my cock disappearing into her hole, felt every contour and vein, every stroke searing her sopping pussy. Her nails raked my back, scarring them, evoking thin strands of blood, and she then clawed roughly at my hips to tug me closer. I leaned back and pulled her thin ankles onto my shoulders, then drove deeper still. I could feel her all the way, my cock slamming into her cervix, and she loved it, the pain mixed with ecstasy.
Harder and faster I pumped, my eight-inch cock deep inside her tunnel, and the thickest part of me bumped her clit over and over. The sweet ache of it was too much...she whimpered and bucked wildly...suddenly crying out as she felt a strong climax begin. It started in the deepest nether region of her enflamed pussy, quickly building to her clit, about to explode.
"Now John...NOW!" she begged, "Cum with me!"
Her large hands fisted in the sheets as waves of pleasure shot from her clit through her entire being. My thick cock stretched her pussy yet she clamped down on me hard with her muscles...tug tug tugging. I couldn't help the loud cry that rang out of my soul. It was probably heard all the way to the lobby!
I gave in, tossed my head back and growled fiercely as I buried deeper and shot my entire huge load inside of Sharon's steaming cunt. She felt my thick hot ropes of cum and grunted as she accepted each burst... every spurt filling her, pulsing and searing hot... until the overflow ran out. I felt launched, my soul hovering in mid air. It took me a bit to come back to reality.
Sharon gently lowered her legs then slumped against me, panting hard. She looked so fucking sexy all covered in passion's sweat and cum. I was still on top, but most of my weight was on my elbows as I cupped her head and kissed her tits, evoking another small after-shock of a tiny orgasm.
Best of all we didn't pull out immediately, so she was able to squeeze me with her inner muscles now and then, relieving every last ache of our climax. My cock eventually, reluctantly, grew softer but still filled her well. She seemed embarrassed that our climaxes might have been heard all the way to the courtyard, but yet she also seemed highly entertained, maybe even a little proud.
The look in her eyes was pure lust. "I've never been fucked like that, John, ever, by any man of any size, I'm so glad you contacted me, this has been my dream fuck, too."
She rose from the cum-stained mattress and leaned over into her small travel bag, exposing her dripping, gaping snatch and moisture-covered anus, and to my surprise extracted a tiny hand-held camcorder.
"I was so caught up in the moment that I forgot we had talked about this. So, maybe after we shower and recuperate, we can film you fucking my ass?"
Um, OK. Let's do just that!
It's now on You Porn, and if you're really creative, you can probably find it there yourself. Think Tall Canadian Anal and you're on the right track, detectives.
And, oh, yes. Don't be shy in telling those beautiful tall women that you just want to fuck them. It may not last, but they might just want you for the very same reason. Sex and only sex. It's always amazing to me how many men are intimated by height. But my experience has been that tall women crave cock more than any other. If that's a bias based on height, consider me guilty.
And, thanks, Sharon, you look great on video with me buried in your ass balls-deep, all six-feet-five of you, plus heels.
Tallest Woman I've Ever Fucked
byjohnnieblue44©
I saw her on one of the Internet dating sites, not the X-rated kind, but my experience has proven to me that there really isn't much difference, they pretty much all want to fuck. Some ladies are just more outwardly demure or coy about their intentions, and some want to fuck later rather than sooner. And some legitimately want more than just sex: a boyfriend, a relationship, a commitment.
But make no mistake. If they're on a dating site, they want to get laid, it's only natural. Ladies, you're no different than men in that regard, and thank goodness for that!
So, I did something that I rarely do. I contacted her, even though she lived near Montreal and I resided in a Mid-Atlantic state, and to fuck her would literally require international travel.
Ultimately, though, I think that's what sealed the deal for me, I was safe enough from a distance standpoint for her, and I made no bones or pretense about my intentions after a few initial cursory e-mails that she and I shared. I had provided my photo, my background bio indicating that I was an executive in a real estate company, divorced for about seven years now, any info to induce a comfort level for her.
She was six-foot-five, eight inches taller than me in bare feet, and I wanted to fuck her. While she wore the highest stilettos she owned.
And she agreed, rather eagerly and expediently, to let me fly to Montreal and we would do just that. In fact, her exact e-mail reply was, "I think I could be very receptive to that. When and where? Shall we get a hotel near the airport?"
Falls under the category that you'll never get what you want unless you ask for it. In retrospect, I think my candor and forthright approach regarding my admittedly one-dimensional intent appealed to her, even excited her. She concurred that she was deeply aroused by my proposal, and we confirmed a mutually acceptable date so that we wouldn't have to wait long. I made my flight reservations and she secured hotel accommodations and our twenty-four-hour rendezvous was confirmed for within the upcoming weekend. We were moving fast.
During relaxation breaks after phone-sex-induced orgasms in the week leading up to my trip, Sharon (her name) confessed to me that she hadn't had sex in almost nine months, and she was interminably and incessantly horny. She also admitted that she had always thought that men shorter than six-feet-tall (I'm five-nine) were intimidated by her height, or worse, she felt that they were not attracted to her, and she occasionally feared she was viewed as somewhat of a freak, non-feminine. Thus, my contact with her rebuilt a somewhat shattered confidence in her own sensuality and sexuality. Or so she said.
Through the phone lines in our nocturnal long-distance foreplay, I assured her that she was indeed beautiful. Slender, with light brown hair that cascaded in bangs down her forehead and over her big baby blue eyes, full pink lips and perfect teeth (she was a dental hygienist and a cosmetics saleswoman).
Each of my compliments about her charms was met with ecstatic groans and moans and pants as she orgasmed freely in telephonically-induced orgasm after orgasm. As I discovered more about her, I began to ascertain that she was essentially a submissive, and she acquiesced willingly to every request, no, make that demand, that I made.
She would greet me in the airport wearing a top coat that would conceal her outfit beneath, which would consist of thigh-high stockings and a crotchless teddy that would expose her nipples as well. Check.
Her pussy would be trimmed, but not shaven completely, so that I could nibble on the soft natural tufts of her auburn pubic hairs, as she had already described her private regions to me delectably. Check.
She would wear knee-high leather boots with thick heels. She confirmed that she had just the pair that would make her almost six-feet-nine inches in height. Check.
She would bring various outfits for a private fashion show, some short miniskirts, some revealing blouses, and a veritable menagerie of lingerie. Check.
I would drive her vehicle during the short drive to the hotel, and she would not once lift her head and mouth from my cock. Mobile blow-job as an ice-breaker.........? Check.
Anal sex? Check, sort of. Sharon was a tad ambivalent about this subject. "My last boyfriend didn't really like that, but I kinda do, so, sure, I'm a little rusty, but why not?" Why not indeed?
We discussed her bringing a tripod to record the carnal festivities within our room, and I would agree to let her keep the tape. She hesitated just a bit on this one, though the idea seemed to excite her even more than the others. "I'd always wanted to make my very own sex tape, so we'll see," she gushed over the phone while fingering herself to another powerful self-stimulated cum.
Our inventory list complete, my passport in hand, I landed at just past noon on Saturday in Trudeau Airport and saw her unmistakable frame encased in a tan raincoat as I exited customs. I resisted the urge to respond to the customs official's inquiry as to the purpose of my visit by explaining that I'm solely here to fuck the Amazon woman clad only in lingerie in the terminal. I figured that might delay entry, so I answered simply, "To visit a friend and see the beauty of Montreal." Same thing.
The temperature was over seventy degrees and there not the slightest threat of rain, so the sight of a six-foot-nine beauty in heels naturally attracted its fair share of curious stares, especially so when she leaned down almost a foot to greet me with a soft, slow, sensuous kiss, her tongue warm and inviting and explorative, her perfume wafting through the air with an intoxicating sweetness.
I placed a hand beneath her raincoat and felt only the smooth, firm curve of her hip and abdomen, confirming her attire as discussed.
She groaned softly at the feel of my palm and fingers on her bare skin. "Hello, Sharon," I whispered in her ear, momentarily breaking our introductory kiss, no doubt disappointing the spectators trying to make sense of this curious pairing. We probably looked like the number "ten" together.
She leaned her pretty head back, and brushed her hair off of her milky-white forehead, like a graceful giraffe again rising to full stature. Her eyes blazed into mine lustfully, her gaze alone bringing me to full erection, as she towered over me. "Welcome to Montreal, John, and your dream come true. Fuck me."
Sharon continued to kiss me and rub my crotch none-too-surreptitiously as we rode on the moving walkway leading towards the parking garage. I felt a bit like a puppy being pampered and groomed. Fortunately, she had the foresight to park in a rather secluded corner of an upper level, and I resisted the urge to remove her raincoat on the elevator lest those pesky airport surveillance cameras would record a public exposure scandal of potentially international proportions.
But when we got to the car, I pushed her lithe torso against the SUV's passenger side and unwrapped the belt of her coat, and pulled it from her body in one firm tug. I gasped as I examined her tall, magnificent body, like a goddess in a distorted vertical mirror, except this was real life and in the flesh. Seventy seven inches of female exquisiteness, black silk against smooth, white, pale skin. On her lean neck she wore a strand of bright pearls, and my gaze continued downward to admire the black bustier which exposed surprisingly big breasts topped by bright pink areolas that were topped by what looked like red M and M's for nipples.
The sheer ebony lace of her camisole teddy stopped at her belly button and my heart, and cock, leaped as one in a team celebratory gesture as I saw the naked valley between her impossibly long legs, and what was in between.
Another strand of pearls, perhaps six inches long, protruded from beyond the folds of her labia and dangled in tandem to the sway of her body movements. My face flushed with heat and blood and desire, and she soothingly patted my head and eased me gently down onto my knees, directly in front of her pearl-filled pussy, undoubtedly the most erotic vision I had ever witnessed.
Sharon guided my head with both of her large hands until my face grazed against the gently swaying pearl strands, and I inhaled to absorb and enjoy her sweet, musky scent, reminiscent of the aftermath of a Spring rain shower, clean, airy, moisture and humidity permeating the air.
"Watch," she purred softly, holding my head in place in front of her slit, which began to open almost imperceptibly as she clenched and unclenched her vaginal muscles, her lean thighs quivering, resulting in a rhythmic dance of the pearls as they softly rubbed along either side of her taut, muscular thighs.
She pulled me even closer so that the tip of my nose was pressed against her silky, wet snatch. She smelled exquisite, and my hands instinctively reached for my prize.
"Ah, ah, no hands," she admonished, tapping the top of my head in a gentle demonstration of discipline. If possible, I became even more aroused as she exercised this domination. I was on my knees in a public parking lot in front of the tallest beauty I had ever seen, who had pearls dangling from her cunt. That puppy-like feeling washed over me again ("Sit, boy, good boy!").
Sharon smiled down at me, gripping my head more firmly, and she growled seductively at me, "Stick out your tongue."
I did as instructed, and little by little, perhaps an eighth of an inch at a time, her kegel muscles eased the slithering serpent of pearls from her sopping slit until the last tiny ovals plopped onto my waiting tongue with a slight but discernible squishy pop as they exited her saturated gash. I swirled the pearls inside of my mouth for a second, savoring her nectars on the Mikimotos, until she picked me up and lowered her own mouth to mine, extracting the pearls with her tongue like a fisherman picking bait from a bucket.
She opened her mouth, showing me the pearls, and she gently spit them onto her palms. As I stood mesmerized, frozen with incredulous lust, she flipped a pair of keys to me, and as I caught them in mid-air, she climbed into the passenger seat, rolling down the window as she said, "Those pearls were a tasty appetizer, but I think you said something about sucking your cock while we drove to the hotel, so the next thing white in my mouth better be your cum." She patted the driver's seat.
"So, c'mon, undo your zipper and hop in."
"And welcome to Montreal."
Sharon waited patiently as I paid the parking garage attendant in loonies and toonies (generously provided by Sharon, what, you were expecting compensation in pearls?), then eased the coat from her shoulders and it dropped to the floor of the car, and she maneuvered her long, lean torso in strategically placed mobile sucking position, which is not as easy as it sounds when the woman passenger is six-five.
When the waistband of my boxers uncovered my erection, it sprang free slapping against Sharon's pale cheek.
She gasped slightly when she realized the size of my cock. She muttered, "I'm wondering if it will even fit in my mouth," yet she tentatively began stroking it with her long fingers. She softly said to me, gazing at my twitching cock, "I've always been told that I have long fingers, but they can't even wrap around the girth of you, you must be taller lying down than standing up, wow, huge!"
Her pink, tight mouth watering now, she began licking up and down the shaft avoiding the head for now. She started rolling her tongue under the ridge of the head, then licked all the way down to the base of my shaft, taking my balls into my mouth one at a time, and she sucked on them gently.
I moaned softly as she moved her tongue back to the base of my cock and licked the underside. Sharon continued to lick the underside of my cock from the base to the tip before finally wrapping her lips around the head. She slowly started to lick the head ringing around the ridge and flicking at the little hole at the tip. She only then began sucking gently on the head of my cock as she more firmly cupped my balls in her big hands.
Slowly, excruciatingly so, Sharon began to take me deeper into her hot mouth, with each sucking motion bringing me closer to the back of her throat. With my cock in her mouth, the tip at the back of her throat, she held still letting me feel the warmth and wetness wrapped around me. Then she slowly started to pull me out of her mouth and sucked gently until I was almost exploding. My hands held the wheel in death grip as I tried to focus on the voice of the GPS woman squealing at me. Only then did I realize the verbal directions were in French. Auggh. Who gives a fuck, we may end up in Nova Scotia, though.
She next slowly moved my thick cock in and out of her mouth with longer strokes, still cupping my balls in her palm. She move her long digits slowly to the base of my dick as she continue moving my cock in and out of her mouth, faster now, accelerating the pace. Her hands were wet with the saliva that has dripped down my cock from her constant licking and sucking. She started to move her hand up and down in pace with her mouth, giving me a blow job and hand job at the same time until shed taste his pre-cum mixed with her saliva, and we moaned in tandem.
My free hand removed the small clip from Sharon's hair and my fingers were now tangled in her long brown curls holding her hair away from her face so I could peek, and guided her mouth deeper into me, preparing for the pending release. She began taking me deeper and sucking almost my entire length, using her talented tongue to wiggle and flick the underside of my throbbing meat with each thrust. She tasted the first spurt of semen on her tongue before she swallowed the remaining bursts of sticky seed and sucked me further down her throat.
As I pulled the car to a merciful stop on the shoulder of the highway, Sharon still continued to massage my balls and suck my cock until I was empty. She pulled her mouth off my cock with a pop and looked up at me. She opened her mouth and with her tongue curled, stuck it out to show me the puddle of cum. I smiled as she pulled her tongue back in her mouth and closed her lips.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she moaned softly as she smiled and swallowed again. "This is tastier than pearls." She lifted her head up and looked around, trying to get her bearings.
I pulled up my zipper and switched off the audio to the GPS as the French woman continued to frantically scream at me, probably yelling something about not receiving a blow job and trying to drive in a foreign land, which is universally prudent advice, I'm sure.
I looked over at Sharon to see cum dripping down onto her collarbone. It was incredibly sexy. "Um, that was absolutely sensational, Sharon, maybe the best ever, but one thing, we're in the FUGAWI tribe territory now, I fear."
Sharon wiped the dribble from her chin and looked at me quizzically. "What does that mean, Fugawi tribe?"
I remembered I wasn't in the states anymore and sarcastic, non-literal humor gets misinterpreted up north.
I stammered, "Um, well, see, there was this group of nomadic Indians who always wondered the frontier getting lost, at least this is how it looked to the cowboys, and the only language the Indians knew to say in friendly greeting was 'Were da fug ah we'?. Because that was the name of their tribe, the Fugawi.
She continued to look at me, completely, utterly confused by my ranting.
"So, ya see, the cowboys interpreted that they were asking 'Where the fuck are we'?..."
She graciously stuck one long finger to my lips, effectively shushing me, and pointed to a red beacon in the distance. "Never mind. See that Marriott over there, John? That's our hotel. You did just fine multi-tasking and getting us to our destination, perhaps my oral skills weren't distracting enough?" She pouted in mock distress.
"I'll give you another opportunity once we check in, Sharon, but we're fortunate we didn't end up in Alaska, you were that good. Best blowjob I ever got by a beautiful, tall woman while driving in Canada, really."
When we reached the room, I made notice that this was the first woman I had ever seen who had to literally duck under the door jamb to avoid hitting her head. That observation passed instantaneously, though, and literally within seconds, we had torn each others' clothes off and we were naked on the king-sized mattress. Once again, I bid slow foreplay a gracious adieu and immediately dove between those long gams of Sharon's, determined to lick her cunt until her head exploded with orgasmic glee.
Sharon knew intuitively what I had planned to do based on our hours of phone sex and my stated propensity for pleasing a woman orally. She seemed more than OK with his concept, indicated by lying on the mattress and tucking her legs almost behind her ears in a gymnast-like contortion, and stating simply, "Eat me, stud."
So I did.
I gathered a bit of saliva and first, gently laved her clit side to side. When I started circles on it she soon began to scream. Loud. Her hips were moving now with every oral and digital stroke I made. Her nipples became rock hard. My hand left her thigh, and suddenly I eased a finger just barely inside of her tight pussy. I could hear, and feel, the wet sounds as I began stroking inside of her. I love the reaction I can evoke from a woman with just one finger. It was apparently unbearable for Sharon; the combination of my breath and tongue on her clit added with the sweet torture of my finger. Her legs raised up on tip toes; she offered all of her spread wide. I soon added a second finger inside of her tunnel ... in, out, in, as I licked at her. It was nearly enough pleasure to send her, and me, over the edge, but not quite yet.
I shifted position, slid my hands under her taut, athletic bottom, and positioned my mouth directly over her sweet, engorged clit. I kept my face locked onto her cunt as her hips ground into my face harder and faster. She was driven to pump even though it wasn't necessary. Heat spread through her whole body, her clit on fire as I lashed at it with my tongue. Finally she tried to hold it back, but I was just too smart and determined, I guess. Briefly I thought she was regaining control, until I formed a mild vacuum with my lips over her clit and flicked faster with my tongue. Sharon cried out wildly and came so hard her legs squeezed shut tight against my temple, momentarily suffocating me. Trying to keep her legs open was futile; the intensity of the climax was thumping away hard, making her legs twitch and spasm onto my skull, until she cried out, "OH John, OH FUCK, you're making me come!"
Her wonderful torso body froze its motion as I let the waves of a really great orgasm settle over her. I watched and knew just when she started to climax, and as she did, I put my tongue flat against her clit and held it there. It throbbed and pulsated against my tongue for what seemed like an eternity, making it more wonderful for me, and by the looks of it, not too shabby for her, either. After a moment, I softly kissed the fuzz above her slit, and stiffly stood up with a chuckle.
I asked her very calmly, "So, do you want me to fuck you like a good girl or like a bad girl?"
She smiled, pleased. There could only be one answer to this.
"Like a bad girl," Sharon said, her voice a few notches lower than usual, drawing out the delicious little word "bad". Oh, didn't I ever love it.
My hand eagerly kneaded Sharon's heaving breasts, my fingers tweaking and teasing the peaks. How she seemed to love that tiny almost-pain. I kissed her deeply, resuming my work on her now raging clit with one hand, while stroking my other hand over my pulsing shaft, preparing for entry.
"Oh baby, you're so hot like this...so beautiful... your face, your incredible body. I want to fuck you so hard you'll feel it all week."
She swallowed hard, wanting it terribly, just as she'd said. She wanted, needed to feel me thrusting deep, and I had visions of me marking her inside and out. My woman, my cum, my dream fuck...even if just for one night.
"Oh John...yes," she hissed. "I WANT you to fuck my pussy...any way you want...just do it now please!"
In an athletic single move, I lifted her ass up and guided her legs around me as I positioned myself just at her glistening opening. She used the bed board behind her to brace against. A gentle press told me this was going to be a really tight fit. Thankfully her whole pussy was slick and dripping from all my oral attention. She gripped my shoulders as her trembling legs wrapped around my waist. She was careful not to scrape me with her heels, the only stitch of clothing on either one of us.
Stronger than I looked, I eased her onto the thickest cock she's ever endured, or so she continued to yell at me. I barely entered her at first, and then withdrew several times before she was exquisitely filled with almost my entire girth. She gasped as I thrust deep and I swear she could not have taken another centimeter as my tip bounced and snapped off of her cervix. I thrust inside of Sharon over and over...hot steel against silky velvet, stretching her to her delighted limit. I fucked her that way for a few minutes, letting her savor every slow delightful inch, before I began a unannounced and savage assault on her cunt, and I smiled as her eyes rolled back into her head, the throes of a massive vaginal orgasm rumbling through her long, lean body. I felt so powerful bringing such pleasure to this tall, horny, sexy woman, now transformed into a ravenous cock slut as my dick reached and massaged her inner depths.
She looked up at me and began an obscene, sexual diatribe, imploring me to continue my hard fucking. "You'll be able to fuck me all night long, won't you, baby? I love your big, beautiful cock. I want you to keep fucking me long, deep, and hard, the deeper and harder the better, it's been so long for me. I want you to fill me with your cum. I want you to make me cum, fill me in every hole. I next want your cock deep in my ass till my mind explodes. I'm going to be the tall slut you've always dreamed of."
I pulled back my pelvis back just enough so that my cock lined up with her pussy was ready to spear her as she'd never experienced cock. My voice was thick with hunger as I warned her.
"Here it comes baby. I'm gonna fuck you for real now. No mercy. "
With that I plunged in roughly, burying every inch in a savage thrust. She gasped at the sweet shock of it, her hands fisting tight onto the rumpled bed sheets, her mouth a tiny O.
"Oh yes John...just like that," she screeched.
She struggled to accept all of me inside of her tight walls, stretching her poor bruised pussy to its limits. Every out stroke left me feeling like she was taking part of me with her, such was the friction within her hot cunt. I altered my strokes slightly to push against her top will, finding her spongy G-spot. I pushed in, slow and torturous...then balls deep and savage. She intently watched my face...her sparkling eyes flashing wide with delighted shock on the hard strokes.
On the deepest part of my in-strokes I felt my heavy ball-sack squashed against her mound. It made me hotter still, to think of the load I was building up in there. I paused just long enough to shift his cock in her cunt, twisting it into her side caverns, and then, keeping my promise, I began to pick up the pace and fuck her even harder. Sweat poured off of our bodies, it was the most electric fuck I'd ever felt, my energy felt other-worldly, yet she wanted more, more, more.
Looking down between us, I saw my cock disappearing into her hole, felt every contour and vein, every stroke searing her sopping pussy. Her nails raked my back, scarring them, evoking thin strands of blood, and she then clawed roughly at my hips to tug me closer. I leaned back and pulled her thin ankles onto my shoulders, then drove deeper still. I could feel her all the way, my cock slamming into her cervix, and she loved it, the pain mixed with ecstasy.
Harder and faster I pumped, my eight-inch cock deep inside her tunnel, and the thickest part of me bumped her clit over and over. The sweet ache of it was too much...she whimpered and bucked wildly...suddenly crying out as she felt a strong climax begin. It started in the deepest nether region of her enflamed pussy, quickly building to her clit, about to explode.
"Now John...NOW!" she begged, "Cum with me!"
Her large hands fisted in the sheets as waves of pleasure shot from her clit through her entire being. My thick cock stretched her pussy yet she clamped down on me hard with her muscles...tug tug tugging. I couldn't help the loud cry that rang out of my soul. It was probably heard all the way to the lobby!
I gave in, tossed my head back and growled fiercely as I buried deeper and shot my entire huge load inside of Sharon's steaming cunt. She felt my thick hot ropes of cum and grunted as she accepted each burst... every spurt filling her, pulsing and searing hot... until the overflow ran out. I felt launched, my soul hovering in mid air. It took me a bit to come back to reality.
Sharon gently lowered her legs then slumped against me, panting hard. She looked so fucking sexy all covered in passion's sweat and cum. I was still on top, but most of my weight was on my elbows as I cupped her head and kissed her tits, evoking another small after-shock of a tiny orgasm.
Best of all we didn't pull out immediately, so she was able to squeeze me with her inner muscles now and then, relieving every last ache of our climax. My cock eventually, reluctantly, grew softer but still filled her well. She seemed embarrassed that our climaxes might have been heard all the way to the courtyard, but yet she also seemed highly entertained, maybe even a little proud.
The look in her eyes was pure lust. "I've never been fucked like that, John, ever, by any man of any size, I'm so glad you contacted me, this has been my dream fuck, too."
She rose from the cum-stained mattress and leaned over into her small travel bag, exposing her dripping, gaping snatch and moisture-covered anus, and to my surprise extracted a tiny hand-held camcorder.
"I was so caught up in the moment that I forgot we had talked about this. So, maybe after we shower and recuperate, we can film you fucking my ass?"
Um, OK. Let's do just that!
It's now on You Porn, and if you're really creative, you can probably find it there yourself. Think Tall Canadian Anal and you're on the right track, detectives.
And, oh, yes. Don't be shy in telling those beautiful tall women that you just want to fuck them. It may not last, but they might just want you for the very same reason. Sex and only sex. It's always amazing to me how many men are intimated by height. But my experience has been that tall women crave cock more than any other. If that's a bias based on height, consider me guilty.
And, thanks, Sharon, you look great on video with me buried in your ass balls-deep, all six-feet-five of you, plus heels.
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Tall Women
Taller the Better. I'm 5'6", and always admired tall women, and enjoyed a few
Taller the Better. I'm 5'6", and always admired tall women, and enjoyed a few
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I'm glad to hear all this tall girl love! I'm 5'10" in bare feet, and I LOVE heels. I'm pretty darn happy rocking a 3" heel. But I live in an oddly short area (until I point it out to people, the don't notice, but that's because they're all in the shorter range) and there are no tall men. (Or tall women, for that matter, but there are more tall women than men.)
No one likes to have that Godzilla in Tokyo feeling...
So thanks for the admiration for Amazons
Wish all you 6' + fellas lived closer.
Tall women in heels are beyond sexy; I like a woman who I don't have to bend over to kiss and who I can look in the eyes when we're making love. And yes--3 feet of sexy legs is a huge benefit...
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Benedict_Arnold
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I'm only 5ft 8 and most women with heels on are taller. Yes, the extra height makes them taller and more glamourous. When I was younger it worried me but now it makes me feel feel like a little playboy when my wife towers over me with her 5 inchers on.
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Love that the word Amazonian is being thrown around here lol, though I dont think you have to be tall to have the amazon attitude, Id love to meet a girl not afraid to throwdown and wrestle! lol And of course Id let her win cuz im a freakin gentleman xD
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I'm 5'8, so I really wouldn't call that "tall", but I am among the tallest in my group of friends. But taller men seem to gravitate more towards the ladies that are not so, umm, vertically challenged... esp in my 4" heels. I know that is a little bit of false advertisement, but I like my shoes too much lol
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as a 6'4+ male, have never considered a woman your height as small, a problem, only a treasure!!!
Never worry about your height, weight, or body image, you are who you are and someone will finally figure out that you are perfect! Only question at that point, is are they perfect for you!?
as a 6'4+ male, have never considered a woman your height as small, a problem, only a treasure!!!
Never worry about your height, weight, or body image, you are who you are and someone will finally figure out that you are perfect! Only question at that point, is are they perfect for you!?
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Luv,luv, luv tall women... I am 6' and have always been drawn to tall women, I dated two women who were 5'11" (at different times of course) over the years, they were hot... many good memories. The only thing that makes a tall woman woman even hotter... is if she has red hair..., the other female attribute that just absolutely and positively lights me up.
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I'm 6'4" and have dated women 4'11" and 6'3" and I can tell you that a 6'3" woman in heels is quite sexy. No problem with tall women at all. It's nice to kiss and not have to bend way over. And we both enjoyed it when she was in heels and taller. Nothing wrong in looking up to a good woman!
