Forgive me, computer, for I have sinned. I have no one to confess my multiple weirdnesses to, not my wife, not my friends. Everyone needs a confessor for their quiet sexual weirdnesses. Right? I’ve decided to begin to scatter mine to the air by postings here on Literotica..
Today, I cyber-dominated a woman while I was at work. The morning was quiet and my cock was hard, so I went to Nerve.com to chat. Nerve prides itself as a purveyor of “literate smut” (I wish I’d coined that phrase), but the chats are usually dismally stupid during working hours. Still, it was the only game I could safely access.
I cybered with a woman who called herself Lacylady. I know, I know, she might have been a guy, but a) so what and b) “afterwards” she told me about her 11 year old son, how she’s 38 and wishes she was 18, and a few other things that made be believe her. She approached me somewhat out of the blue, which was nice because I don’t have a profile and was only because of my statements in the general chat room.
She was very horny and wanted some quick gratification, s/m style. Her particular fantasy involved having her pubic hair shaved while her hands and feet were bound and a woman watched. I got into the scene, adding a crop, blindfold and a pair of scissors. First I warmed her backside with the crop and pictured it jiggling and shivering and slowly reddening. Then I gently but firmly used the crop to smack her pussy–the key I’ve gleaned from cropping my own cock is to have a light touch that awakens the body without sending shock waves from the nerve endings. Then I got her to imagine hearing the snip, snip of shears next to her ears and then the anticipation and fear as I trace the blades over her tits and nipples and linger at her belly button before I grab a handful of pubic hair and cut it in a sudden rush. Okay, the grabbing might put some of you off and might be an impossibility for others, but she loved it, and she was the one who counted at that moment.
From there I progressed to lathering her cunt with mentholated shaving cream and shaving her bare while the mythical girlfriend she requested steadied Lacy’s writhings by cupping her buns and rimming her ass. An evil touch, of course, because that really would have prompted more writhing but for the fear of the blade working past her clit and beside her labia. And whose problem is that?
A red and hairless pussy screams to be eaten, so I proceeded to go down on her while tweaking her nipples and having her imagine two tongues trading strokes fore and aft like two tiny cocks. She was ready to explode at this point and began calling for me to fuck her. She promised she would sing for me at the merest touch of my cock.
I positioned her on her knees with her face in the girlfriend’s pussy and her ass in the air so that my cock could drive both of them. I began moving in and out and imagining watching girlfriend’s tits bob each time I thrust this slave’s mouth against her twat. The visual proved much too much for Lacy and soon she was going silent on the keyboard as my words carried her to orgasm. I was a raging bull on the computer screen, holding her wrists behind her back as I slammed my cock into her sweet wet pussy. Finally I felt the tightening in my balls and described myself surging to a bellowing orgasm.
Being in the office, though, there could be no orgasm, only a throbbing erection and a film of precum oiling my slacks. I toyed with laying down behind my desk and jerking off, but the hour was late enough that the risk of interruption was far too great. But there, another of my secrets that I can share only with you.
Forgive me this latest betrayal?
Today, I cyber-dominated a woman while I was at work. The morning was quiet and my cock was hard, so I went to Nerve.com to chat. Nerve prides itself as a purveyor of “literate smut” (I wish I’d coined that phrase), but the chats are usually dismally stupid during working hours. Still, it was the only game I could safely access.
I cybered with a woman who called herself Lacylady. I know, I know, she might have been a guy, but a) so what and b) “afterwards” she told me about her 11 year old son, how she’s 38 and wishes she was 18, and a few other things that made be believe her. She approached me somewhat out of the blue, which was nice because I don’t have a profile and was only because of my statements in the general chat room.
She was very horny and wanted some quick gratification, s/m style. Her particular fantasy involved having her pubic hair shaved while her hands and feet were bound and a woman watched. I got into the scene, adding a crop, blindfold and a pair of scissors. First I warmed her backside with the crop and pictured it jiggling and shivering and slowly reddening. Then I gently but firmly used the crop to smack her pussy–the key I’ve gleaned from cropping my own cock is to have a light touch that awakens the body without sending shock waves from the nerve endings. Then I got her to imagine hearing the snip, snip of shears next to her ears and then the anticipation and fear as I trace the blades over her tits and nipples and linger at her belly button before I grab a handful of pubic hair and cut it in a sudden rush. Okay, the grabbing might put some of you off and might be an impossibility for others, but she loved it, and she was the one who counted at that moment.
From there I progressed to lathering her cunt with mentholated shaving cream and shaving her bare while the mythical girlfriend she requested steadied Lacy’s writhings by cupping her buns and rimming her ass. An evil touch, of course, because that really would have prompted more writhing but for the fear of the blade working past her clit and beside her labia. And whose problem is that?
A red and hairless pussy screams to be eaten, so I proceeded to go down on her while tweaking her nipples and having her imagine two tongues trading strokes fore and aft like two tiny cocks. She was ready to explode at this point and began calling for me to fuck her. She promised she would sing for me at the merest touch of my cock.
I positioned her on her knees with her face in the girlfriend’s pussy and her ass in the air so that my cock could drive both of them. I began moving in and out and imagining watching girlfriend’s tits bob each time I thrust this slave’s mouth against her twat. The visual proved much too much for Lacy and soon she was going silent on the keyboard as my words carried her to orgasm. I was a raging bull on the computer screen, holding her wrists behind her back as I slammed my cock into her sweet wet pussy. Finally I felt the tightening in my balls and described myself surging to a bellowing orgasm.
Being in the office, though, there could be no orgasm, only a throbbing erection and a film of precum oiling my slacks. I toyed with laying down behind my desk and jerking off, but the hour was late enough that the risk of interruption was far too great. But there, another of my secrets that I can share only with you.
Forgive me this latest betrayal?
