Will you dress me up and take me out?
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who I am
I am a guy who sort of knows how to give a woman pleasre.
A guy who can treat a woman where she feels like a female.
A guy who can let a woman feel her sexuality.
A guy who can let her go if she wants to go.
A guy who feels a woman should be treated with a way that she feels loved and appreciated.
That is who this guy is.
D. J. Fink
I am a guy who sort of knows how to give a woman pleasre.
A guy who can treat a woman where she feels like a female.
A guy who can let a woman feel her sexuality.
A guy who can let her go if she wants to go.
A guy who feels a woman should be treated with a way that she feels loved and appreciated.
That is who this guy is.
D. J. Fink
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Reach into your closet ...
... and select an outfit that serves your double-edged sword of demureness and immodesty. That describes so many items in your wardrobe, but tonight requires a careful selection. You stand before the closet for several minutes, your fingertips brushing materials, eyes drinking in the colors, mind shifting through possibilities. The combinations are played out on the bed, items added and swept away, but eventually the outfit is complete. You feel satisfaction for the first time tonight, but it will not be the last.
Your preparations are exacting. Every bit of your skin is pampered, indulged. Each piece of clothing is positioned with infinite care. Nothing is left to chance -- nothing, that is, until that first step out the door. Then you surrender to a chain of unforseen events, momentary episodes to entire chapters strung together. Someone else will write the plot, introduce the twists and characters who will flow past in a steady stream of ... what? Arousal? Indulgence? Decadence? Time will tell.
There is the knock on the door. You knew he would be prompt. He has a bearing of sophistication and certainty. An undercurrent of energy. His eyes twinkle of a delight you, among so few people, interpret as mischeviousness. He will admire you in ways both steadlthy and unflinchingly direct. He presence with drape over you in a way clothes never have, yet he will display you in the nakedness you have always craved. His commands will move you to acts you have dreamed of executing and raise you to waves of pleasure you wish never end.
He knocks again, and you realize the last few seconds were spent in reverie, floating in the anticipation. Are you ready to go?
... and select an outfit that serves your double-edged sword of demureness and immodesty. That describes so many items in your wardrobe, but tonight requires a careful selection. You stand before the closet for several minutes, your fingertips brushing materials, eyes drinking in the colors, mind shifting through possibilities. The combinations are played out on the bed, items added and swept away, but eventually the outfit is complete. You feel satisfaction for the first time tonight, but it will not be the last.
Your preparations are exacting. Every bit of your skin is pampered, indulged. Each piece of clothing is positioned with infinite care. Nothing is left to chance -- nothing, that is, until that first step out the door. Then you surrender to a chain of unforseen events, momentary episodes to entire chapters strung together. Someone else will write the plot, introduce the twists and characters who will flow past in a steady stream of ... what? Arousal? Indulgence? Decadence? Time will tell.
There is the knock on the door. You knew he would be prompt. He has a bearing of sophistication and certainty. An undercurrent of energy. His eyes twinkle of a delight you, among so few people, interpret as mischeviousness. He will admire you in ways both steadlthy and unflinchingly direct. He presence with drape over you in a way clothes never have, yet he will display you in the nakedness you have always craved. His commands will move you to acts you have dreamed of executing and raise you to waves of pleasure you wish never end.
He knocks again, and you realize the last few seconds were spent in reverie, floating in the anticipation. Are you ready to go?
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since you made it to the outdor cafe with your panties still on I would have asked for them my hand rubbing your thigh to them hem of your skirt as I did. public? well my dear they don't HAVE to look but I am sure few will complain.
When our meal comes I will rub morsels of my food on your soaked sex before popping them in my mouth, no dear NEVER close your legs, care to try some?
and what would you do my sweet beg to cum? or beg me to stop?
When our meal comes I will rub morsels of my food on your soaked sex before popping them in my mouth, no dear NEVER close your legs, care to try some?
and what would you do my sweet beg to cum? or beg me to stop?
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Who is the lucky gent to take you out?
You are just what the doctor ordered for this older gentleman. I too believe in the tease, the flirt. Iit it was drives all else.
May I ask where you are from and how I can become that lucky guy to take you out for a drink...or more.
Ken
You are just what the doctor ordered for this older gentleman. I too believe in the tease, the flirt. Iit it was drives all else.
May I ask where you are from and how I can become that lucky guy to take you out for a drink...or more.
Ken
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Who is the lucky gent to take you out?
You are just what the doctor ordered for this older gentleman. I too believe in the tease, the flirt. Iit it was drives all else.
May I ask where you are from and how I can become that lucky guy to take you out for a drink...or more.
Ken
You are just what the doctor ordered for this older gentleman. I too believe in the tease, the flirt. Iit it was drives all else.
May I ask where you are from and how I can become that lucky guy to take you out for a drink...or more.
Ken
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Who is the lucky gent to take you out?
You are just what the doctor ordered for this older gentleman. I too believe in the tease, the flirt. Iit it was drives all else.
May I ask where you are from and how I can become that lucky guy to take you out for a drink...or more.
Ken
You are just what the doctor ordered for this older gentleman. I too believe in the tease, the flirt. Iit it was drives all else.
May I ask where you are from and how I can become that lucky guy to take you out for a drink...or more.
Ken
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delectables during dinner...
as we sit close enjoying our italian cuisine (they have the market on eroticism and food) you look to me and I know you desire more. Take your hand in mine, kiss it gently. then place it on my lap sliding it up but never letting it go. I look directly into your eyes as you feel the hardness underneath my napkin. I whisper..."all in good time, My sweet". I then bring your hand back to the table as you smile from the pleasure of knowing that you are cared for and secure in my control. And oh how you love the tease! I then take an olive from the bowl on the table and slide it underneath the table. you instinctively uncross your legs as you feel my hands between you...rubbing gently up your thigh. I touch you there...right there and you gasp. I bring my other finger to your lips. your tongue caresses for a moment as you feel your appetizer sliding between your other lips. never have you had both lips working with such syncronicity. I remove my finger from your precious mouth..only to be replaced by that sweet and tangy olive. you close your eyes as i bring my breath to your ear and whisper..."how do you taste with italian, my sweet?"
as we sit close enjoying our italian cuisine (they have the market on eroticism and food) you look to me and I know you desire more. Take your hand in mine, kiss it gently. then place it on my lap sliding it up but never letting it go. I look directly into your eyes as you feel the hardness underneath my napkin. I whisper..."all in good time, My sweet". I then bring your hand back to the table as you smile from the pleasure of knowing that you are cared for and secure in my control. And oh how you love the tease! I then take an olive from the bowl on the table and slide it underneath the table. you instinctively uncross your legs as you feel my hands between you...rubbing gently up your thigh. I touch you there...right there and you gasp. I bring my other finger to your lips. your tongue caresses for a moment as you feel your appetizer sliding between your other lips. never have you had both lips working with such syncronicity. I remove my finger from your precious mouth..only to be replaced by that sweet and tangy olive. you close your eyes as i bring my breath to your ear and whisper..."how do you taste with italian, my sweet?"
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wHAT HE SAID.. DUHHH .. and do you have better PIC than that...clownie7 said:I need to pay more attention to the threads. I am completely lost now LOL
And Looks like the "Shadow is Fighting in the dark
Don't know 'WHO'S'WHO' ..
G/F clown...
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.. Heheheh .. can't stand people falling in love... And think is 'Impossible' ....Is.. DUHH ..
Coz .. you missed out too much... Get it?
... Ignore if you CAn't READ! <<Step back into the shawod.. watching from the Dark!!>>
Hahah . . lmao... woohoo
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Hey!! Wrong thread.. wrong forum... gees... 'Poooff' .. Ooops..
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If I was in that position...
You'd feel my hand gently slide up the inside of your thigh, until it reached that recently shaved (and still a little extra sensitive!) place, that place that is the true seat of your being. My long middle finger would gently stoke you, until you were so excited that the denim was dark with your essence, and the metal chair was wet. Periodically I would bring my hand to my mouth, and taste you. Mmm, much better than any cuisine this restaurant, or any other, offers!
After climaxing several times, we both decide we really aren't hungry, so we quickly finish our wine and return to the car...
You'd feel my hand gently slide up the inside of your thigh, until it reached that recently shaved (and still a little extra sensitive!) place, that place that is the true seat of your being. My long middle finger would gently stoke you, until you were so excited that the denim was dark with your essence, and the metal chair was wet. Periodically I would bring my hand to my mouth, and taste you. Mmm, much better than any cuisine this restaurant, or any other, offers!
After climaxing several times, we both decide we really aren't hungry, so we quickly finish our wine and return to the car...
Serena
Serena
I'm a 49 year old male from NY who has the same fantasy as yours. I would love taking a woman out to a restaurant, have her dress in a very revealing outfit. During dinner I would have you slide your crotchless apnties down to your knees and keep them there while the waiter served us. Your skirt/dress would be so short both he and I would see your shaved wet pussy lips and your cum soaked panties.
I would keep rubbing the bare flesh on your thighs and make you spread thm apart so I could put my fingers inside you then make you suck them in front of everyone in the place. After dinner we would go in the ladies room and I would lean you against the wall, pull your skirt/dress up and fuck you from behind. Of course, when we got to the car you would strip naked, ride home that way and give me your best blow job as I was driving!
E-mail me if you are interested in a strong man who wants to be witha woman who is interested in a sub/dom sexual relationship.
Serena
I'm a 49 year old male from NY who has the same fantasy as yours. I would love taking a woman out to a restaurant, have her dress in a very revealing outfit. During dinner I would have you slide your crotchless apnties down to your knees and keep them there while the waiter served us. Your skirt/dress would be so short both he and I would see your shaved wet pussy lips and your cum soaked panties.
I would keep rubbing the bare flesh on your thighs and make you spread thm apart so I could put my fingers inside you then make you suck them in front of everyone in the place. After dinner we would go in the ladies room and I would lean you against the wall, pull your skirt/dress up and fuck you from behind. Of course, when we got to the car you would strip naked, ride home that way and give me your best blow job as I was driving!
E-mail me if you are interested in a strong man who wants to be witha woman who is interested in a sub/dom sexual relationship.
My last date
Alas for poor Serena! She can't find a date who knows what she needs and how it needs to be done! However, a friend surprised me the other night. We went out for a drink and after a while it became another drink and another....and before I knew it, I'd told him of my fantasy date.. He laughed and took it in stride and I thought that was the end of that. In the car, he said we would play a game. At each red light I had to take an item of clothing off. After four lights, I was naked and wondering what would happen at the next light. I quickly found out after the next light that I was to give him oral stimulation until we arrived at our destination. The only positiion in which I could do this meant for my bare buttocks to be nearly plastered to the passenger window of his small sportscar. I did what I was told to do, and he rolled the window down all the way so that I could feel a breeze straight up my very hot, hot spot. I could also hear what passersby had to say. By the time we arrived at the next bar, I was dripping wet with desire and unwilling to get dressed. I ran my hands over my body and nearly begged him to touch me. He wouldn't, though. I was told to put on my sheer white blouse and my skirt only. I had worn a lovely, lacey bra underneath a see-through blouse, and now, without the bra, I was embarrassingly exposed to the world. With my head down, I followed him into the bar.
It wasn't long before he noticed someone staring and he told me exactly what he wanted me to do. I was to spread my legs and quickly lift my blouse to show one very excited nipple on my right breast. I was then to let a finger wander down across my thigh and spread my legs a little farther. I was so wet that I was actually cold there, so I touched myself. I was wrong; I was hot. Very, very hot. I spread my legs and arched my back until my most secret spot was touching the chair. I slid back and forth a bit, for I couldn't really help it. The man at the opposite table continued to watch. My friend chuckled to himself.
My friend had ordered two shots of tequila, and what happened next just blew my mind. Rather than lick his thumb and salt it before taking the shot, he fingered me, which made his thumb wet enough for the salt, then licked his thumb and drank his shot.. He did it again, and I had my tequila, too.
While he thought this was all a lark for the both of us, and we both did laugh about it later, I don't think he understood for even a second how much I want and need this as a way of life. I'd be embarrassed to tell him. I'm ashamed to say that I'd like it right this minute, to be told to spread my legs and show my body. I need this kind of thing, you know, just to remind me of what a bitch I can be and who is really in charge.
Alas for poor Serena! She can't find a date who knows what she needs and how it needs to be done! However, a friend surprised me the other night. We went out for a drink and after a while it became another drink and another....and before I knew it, I'd told him of my fantasy date.. He laughed and took it in stride and I thought that was the end of that. In the car, he said we would play a game. At each red light I had to take an item of clothing off. After four lights, I was naked and wondering what would happen at the next light. I quickly found out after the next light that I was to give him oral stimulation until we arrived at our destination. The only positiion in which I could do this meant for my bare buttocks to be nearly plastered to the passenger window of his small sportscar. I did what I was told to do, and he rolled the window down all the way so that I could feel a breeze straight up my very hot, hot spot. I could also hear what passersby had to say. By the time we arrived at the next bar, I was dripping wet with desire and unwilling to get dressed. I ran my hands over my body and nearly begged him to touch me. He wouldn't, though. I was told to put on my sheer white blouse and my skirt only. I had worn a lovely, lacey bra underneath a see-through blouse, and now, without the bra, I was embarrassingly exposed to the world. With my head down, I followed him into the bar.
It wasn't long before he noticed someone staring and he told me exactly what he wanted me to do. I was to spread my legs and quickly lift my blouse to show one very excited nipple on my right breast. I was then to let a finger wander down across my thigh and spread my legs a little farther. I was so wet that I was actually cold there, so I touched myself. I was wrong; I was hot. Very, very hot. I spread my legs and arched my back until my most secret spot was touching the chair. I slid back and forth a bit, for I couldn't really help it. The man at the opposite table continued to watch. My friend chuckled to himself.
My friend had ordered two shots of tequila, and what happened next just blew my mind. Rather than lick his thumb and salt it before taking the shot, he fingered me, which made his thumb wet enough for the salt, then licked his thumb and drank his shot.. He did it again, and I had my tequila, too.
While he thought this was all a lark for the both of us, and we both did laugh about it later, I don't think he understood for even a second how much I want and need this as a way of life. I'd be embarrassed to tell him. I'm ashamed to say that I'd like it right this minute, to be told to spread my legs and show my body. I need this kind of thing, you know, just to remind me of what a bitch I can be and who is really in charge.
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To Whom it May Concern:
Dear Sir: I have such urgent desire and need that I feel I'll drive myself crazy if something doesn't happen soon. I'd like you to wrap a black ribbon around my neck to suggest that you have attached some sort of collar to me, so that when we go out, there will be no doubt: I shall flirt and play and show and tell, but I will belong solely to you. You will see me across the room and I will be talking to a handsome man. I might even kiss him or let him touch me. Then, with just a glance, you'll have me instantly by your side, repentant and willing to serve and atone for my misdeed. i probably will never learn a lesson from this, because I'll do it over and over again.
I ardently desire the marks of your fingernails and teeth on my soft flesh, the way you will grasp my hair in your hands to force my head back to receive your pulsing and angry fervor. And then I ache to be held gently afterwards, to be kissed, to have my swollen skin stroked and soothed.
Dear Sir: I have such urgent desire and need that I feel I'll drive myself crazy if something doesn't happen soon. I'd like you to wrap a black ribbon around my neck to suggest that you have attached some sort of collar to me, so that when we go out, there will be no doubt: I shall flirt and play and show and tell, but I will belong solely to you. You will see me across the room and I will be talking to a handsome man. I might even kiss him or let him touch me. Then, with just a glance, you'll have me instantly by your side, repentant and willing to serve and atone for my misdeed. i probably will never learn a lesson from this, because I'll do it over and over again.
I ardently desire the marks of your fingernails and teeth on my soft flesh, the way you will grasp my hair in your hands to force my head back to receive your pulsing and angry fervor. And then I ache to be held gently afterwards, to be kissed, to have my swollen skin stroked and soothed.
