Some men should come with a warning label!
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Posted:Jun 30, 2015 6:31 am
Last Updated:Aug 29, 2017 3:22 am
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Ben was one of those men.
This man waltzed into my life, perhaps moon walked...I can't be sure. He has a way of gliding across the surface, his feet barely touching the ground. The confident swagger of a man who knows things. And boy, did Ben know things. He knew all kinds of things about the design of buildings, the fall of ancient empires and how to eat pussy. Even now recalling his appetite for pussy gets me tingling in all my pleasurable places.
We had met a few days earlier and had such great chemistry, I felt compelled to see this man again. So we meet at an art museum and from the moment I see him, I am completely aroused, vividly recalling our last interaction. Ben was a gentle but intense love maker. He pleased me in ways I couldn't even verbalise. The way he kissed the nape of my neck or held the side of my face as his tongue glides into my ear. This man was as slick as his head was smooth.
See shaved heads are like my personal kryptonite. I can not resist a man with a shaved head. There I said it, but I'm unapologetic about it, because guys with shaved heads, sure know how to fuck dirty!
Like when he pushes my back down with his palm as he enters me from behind. Or the way he would utter obscenities into my ear as his hands cradle my chin, pushing deep inside me....so much deeper than just my flesh. Ben fucked your mind equally well.
Our earlier week day tryst had been completely mind blowing. We fucked like he could read my mind. He touched me the way I wanted, squeezed my nipples just so, that it sent shock waves of pleasure to my already drenched pussy. His delicious balls would bang up against the opening of my vagina, like it was tapping out some sort of primordial love code to the rest of my body.
Suffice to say I was more than aroused by the time Ben comes sauntering up the stairs of the art gallery. He had the greyest eyes I had ever recalled seeing. Piercing, telling, probing... The kind of eyes that makes you want to give him stuff. All kinds of stuff, like your morals, principles, sensibilities or hang ups. *Sigh* Ben's eyes had a way of engaging me and setting me off like some sort of fuck missile.
He takes my hand as we enter the gallery. A magnificent exhibition called "The Refusal of Time" by William Kentridge is on show. It's a mind-blowing spectacle. Projected black and white images against the four walls. Eclectic trumpets, horns, choirs blaring through positioned speakers all round the room. And right in the centre flanked by four pillars is an amazing wooden sculpture expanding and contracting like a huge lung, breathing.
I'm lost in the instant onslaught to my senses, my mind trying to process what it was I was experiencing when I feel Ben's tongue trailing up from my neck to my ear. I hear his urgent breathing as his fingers find their way to my pussy, kneading, rolling thumbing my throbbing wetness. My body responding almost by instinct, pushes back up against his cock and grind up and down, unaware, uncaring of any eyes that could already be in the exhibition hall.
Ben wraps me up and glides me against one of the pillars with the most perfect vantage point of the door. He pushes my face up against the pillar and slides me dress up as he unzips his pants, within seconds I feel the girth of his cock enter me from behind. And just as I think I can take no more, Ben starts tweaking my nipples while thrusting more urgently.
I hadn't opened my eyes since Ben entered me, moaning like a , while the trumpets blare and the choirs sing and the horns sound off. I can feel by the intensity of Ben's breathing that's he is close to coming. He pulls out as my pussy clenches spasmodically against the walls of his cock in a delicious moment of ecstasy. I turn around and slide my back down the pillar, eager to swallow every decadent drop of Ben's cum.
Ben cups my face in his hands and probes the inside of my mouth with that wonderfully skilled tongue of his. "You are so sexy to me right now" he says. My body is a rush of post coital adrenalin and endorphins, glowing in the aftermath of a crazy impromptu act of carnal desire.
There's a lull in the audio playing inside the hall as we make our way to the door. We both stop dead in our tracks and look at each other as we hear the distinct sound of a cellphone ringing and then a muted "Hello"
I don't think we got away with it at all, giggle. I'm unrepentant though. I can't help my penchant for fine art and even finer men.
And boy, was Ben fine! Even though he didn't come with a warning label.
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My Girlfriend's new Boyfriend
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Posted:Jun 13, 2015 5:20 am
Last Updated:Aug 29, 2017 3:21 am
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“I just want you to like him” she said for the umpteenth time. “I like him already and I haven’t even met this man” I tell her. We’d been best friends for the last ten years, but I’d always thought Donna would be married forever. Then in one conversation, her entire life unravelled and her husband filed for a divorce.
I’ve always thought Donna beautiful, with her jet black hair and curvy body, but since she started dating again, she completely amped up that sex appeal. We shared a nice leisurely lunch and she told me all about the new man in her life. I can’t help but notice the allure of sex just dripping off Donna’s body. Her big brown eyes, so naive, so innocent, so wanton. This man must be some fuck toy I imagine.
I’ve always been the sexually confident one in our dynamic and would spare poor old Donna no details, when sharing my sexual explorations. One particularly drunken night, Donna had asked me about giving head. “I don’t know if I’m doing it right” she whispered behind her hands. So coy, so adorable.
I opened the fridge and took out a cucumber, snapped it in half and gave her half. The look in her eyes was priceless. ‘Now show me how you do it’ I tease. She giggles hysterically but my impassive face urged her along. Donna positioned the cucumber in front of her mouth and then hesitantly started sucking back on it, with her eyes closed shut.
‘Ok now try and look like you’re enjoying it…open your eyes look up at me, like this’ I thought I heard her gasp as I started deep throating that cucumber, dribble running down my fingers, while I moan appreciatively. I’ve always enjoyed having my throat filled to the point of gagging. Donna’s mouth is wide open, red as a beet. I enjoy those lil moments where I shock her system a little. I just know she’s holding back, that she’s much more than this Doe caught in head lights.
We drive back to her place, to meet Drew. Donna and Drew I think to myself, what a dynamic sounding duo. She runs up the stairs and by the time I get there, Drew is standing at attention, like some soldier on parade, with Donna next to him, smiling like a naughty Cheshire kitten.
I hold my hand out to greet Drew but he takes my hand, turns it over and kisses it. “A pleasure to finally meet you” he says and I find myself blushing a little. “What did I tell you? Isn’t he just so gentlemanly” Donna coos as she kisses him. “He sure knows how to make a grown woman blush, now Bubbles for everyone!”
As one flute glass becomes a few more, I find myself a little turned on by their displays of affection. I’m about to leave as Donna comes up for air finally. ‘You should really kiss Drew, he is such a great kisser” she says. I laugh off her little statement but throw myself back on the couch, intrigued. Poor Drew, had not a clue what was going on and I wasn’t much further in the loop than he was. But I’m a little drunk and I’m open to suggestions.
He sits up and she crooks her finger, beckoning me over. I’ve always wanted to do this, so I’m more than keen. I put my knee between Drew’s thighs and lean over to kiss him. She’s right of course, he is a pretty good kisser. Strong, confident, in control. “Now you two, Drew smiles” I giggle it off but before I know it, Donna has me by collar and lets slip the most delightful little moan as our open mouths meet. She kisses just as I had imagined all those drunken nights ago.
Tangled up on the couch, she’s kissing him, I’m kissing her, he’s kissing me. Three wild tongues searching for open mouths. It’s the sexiest kiss I’ve ever shared three way. Donna’s mouth finds my ear lobe and starts nibbling on it. “Why don’t you unzip his cock?” she whispers. She moves back and pulls up a chair. “You know you want to” she purrs while undoing the buttons of her blouse. Drew leans back and cocks his head. I rest my face in his lap and nuzzle his now erect cock. “Not so gentlemanly now” I think to myself as Drew’s hands grab a fist full of my hair. I look up to see Donna looking at me encouragingly, while Drew finger fucks her.
I unwrap his cock like a at Christmas who’s just received exactly what she asked for, exhaling loudly as I inch his cock into my mouth…all the way to the back of my throat. I’m aroused beyond measure and engulf his rigid cock, cupping his balls with my one hand, spit dribbling down his shaft. My eyes are shut tight as I swallow down on his hardness. Lost in a maze of hands and tongues I snap out of my cock frenzy when I hear Donna moaning like she’s about to cum. She is hovering over Drew’s face, eyes glazed in the back of her head as she rides Drew’s face. I can’t help but slip a finger inside my pussy, greedily pumping Drew’s cock in and out of my mouth, in and out.
Donna slides her hands up my shirt and pinch my nipples sharply as she purrs at Drew, “I told you she gives good head” I can feel Drew is real close to cumming as he takes me by the ears and starts fucking my face. Donna is on her knees in front of me, rubbing my back, telling me to make her man cum, how sexy I looked with his cock in my mouth. And in a burst of stars, Drew cums inside my mouth, on my face, over my fingers. Donna kisses me and licks my cheek before sucking clean each of my cum covered fingers.
"So" she says coyly, "Do you like him?"
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I had always thought of myself as fairly open minded. Until that day...
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Posted:Jun 10, 2015 8:49 am
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2015 6:35 am
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I met HIM online and the attraction was instant for me. We chatted for a few weeks before meeting. He was eloquent, charming and had just enough wicked in his subtext to make him very appealing to me. He had outlined via email, exactly what I was to wear. Black wrap dress, red heels, no underwear, hair tied back in a loose bun, red lipstick and a string of pearls.
It was all very exciting to me. The way this man directed me with such confidence, had my pussy throbbing. He had detailed in his email exactly how the night was to unfold and I'd been able to think of nothing else but his cock inside of me all day long.
I ring the bell and start wondering if I should turn around before it's too late. His house is quaint, rustic almost. I hear his footsteps come down wooden floors. I still have time I think and then he opens the door. He leans in and kisses me on both cheeks. But before I could say a thing, he puts his finger on my lips 'Shhh'. He smells of sandalwood and toasted tobacco.
He leads me to the lounge in silence and motions for me to sit down on the sofa while he pulls up a chair right in front of me. I feel so awkward sitting in silence in front of him and start toying with my pearls. "Undo your dress" he says far too close to my ear.
I look down as I unwrap my dress, shy, excited and wet with anticipation. The sound of a cork popping makes me look up straight into his gaze. He maintains eye contact as he sips straight from the bottle. Leaning in he starts kissing me, bubbles fizzing in between desperately probing tongues.
He pulls my bun back exposing my neck and parts my lips with his thumb, pouring champagne directly into my mouth. It trickles down my neck and forms a little pool in the furrow between my legs. His fingers trace the path down my neck, pausing only to thumb my nipples. "Are you my Fucktoy?" he asks as his fingers find its way to the entrance of my pussy. All I could do was moan in acquiescence as he thrust his fingers inside me. I'm beyond aroused and can feel my climax building as I clench my pussy around his hand. Tsk tsk he says, slipping his hand out. "Did you really think I would let you cum that easily?
He pushes me back on the couch and spreads my knees with his leg, slipping off my pearls with his one hand. He slowly lowers it into the champagne bottle and pulls it right back out. "Now I'm going to sit back and watch you insert the pearls into that wet cunt" It took some skill but I really wanted to please this man.
So I spread my lips and double up the pearls, edging them inside me pearl by pearl. It bites as first, until I get my technique right. His eyes burn straight through me. I feel my pussy filling up with the iridescent orbs and find myself shifting around as the sensation becomes pleasurable. "Such a good girl" he coos, tripping the last switch of resistance inside of me. I want to be his Fucktoy.
"Do good girls get treats?" I ask, defying the rule of silence. "No"he says but Fucktoys get cock. And before i know it, I'm on my hands and knees, the pearls rolling around inside me, rubbing up against my clit, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my nipples with every movement.
He unzips a magnificent looking cock and tells me to keep my hands behind my back. He slaps his cock all over my face and that sound makes me even wetter. His hands tangle into my hair and he starts fucking my face while I gyrate my hips rolling the pearls up and down trying to rush to climax. But it wasn't to be.
He pulls my head back, rubbing his wet cock all over me and hands me the champagne bottle containing a few more sips of bubbles. "Sit back and finish that" he says. "Then I'm going to watch you fuck yourself with the bottle." I nearly spat out the champagne as his instruction registers in my head. And just as the wheels start turning in my head, he leans over and starts kissing me. "You are going to love it" he whispers in between kisses down my breasts, trailing his tongue down my side and resting his face between my legs. He slips his tongue inside me and slowly starts pulling out the pearls with his teeth. His eyes are fixed on me, watching me squirm and pant and moan and beg to cum. It felt like he was pulling out my entire soul from within and I loved every second of it.
I was his Fucktoy and I wanted to please him.
So I sit back, spread my legs and slowly inch the neck of the bottle into my now drenched pussy. I'm amazed at how deep it goes in and soon hit the treasure trove of sweet spots. I can't deny it is unbelievably hot, having a man in front of me jerking off while watching me pleasure myself. I push the bottle in a little deeper with every thrust, spurned on by that glazed look in his eyes. I know it won't be long before he cums and I'm just about ready to blow up like a steam geyser in Yellowstone, myself.
Hearing him say my name, telling me how sexy I looked, I came in a delicious convulsion of pure euphoria. I get a little damp even now, recalling how terribly aroused I was, fucking myself with a bottle. He came inside my mouth shortly after that but before I could swallow, his tongue parted my lips and searched out my tongue, my mouth still filled with his cum.
That night is still etched most vividly in my minds eye. I can't help but think of it every time I "cum" across a bottle of champagne.
I guess I wasn't as open minded as I had imagined. But what fun I had discovering that.
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I used to love missionary position.
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Posted:Jun 5, 2015 7:09 am
Last Updated:Aug 29, 2017 3:12 am
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To me there could be no better form of sexual intimacy. Granted I was 17 but still, I could not fathom any other way I'd rather be making love. See until my early twenties, I had only made love. So beautiful and gentle and proper, just like I had imagined it from the well worn out Danielle Steele books I used to read. And it was wonderful. Of course, I did't know any better. But then HE happened across my path or I happened across his. Either way, I was to have a sexual awakening...the likes of which would change the course of my life.
At a club one night, making my way back from the bathroom, I shimmied past a few people in a narrow passage. I felt it, but thought, no, surely it was an accident. But as I look over my shoulder, i see HIM looking straight back at me. I was certain that he slid his palm over my dress and cupped my pussy with his palm. I'm outraged at first and want to turn right back and confront him. But truth be told I was a little turned on by the anonymity of it all. I must have seemed drunk to my girlfriends but I could not stop thinking about that moment.
I felt both violated and aroused. My nipples erect, wondering what his intention was. Was he just feeling me up? Did he want to fuck me? Was it an accident? Why would he do that? (You know that voice! The one that tries to make sense of carnal desires or sexual responses. I've silenced that voiced since.)
The club is jam packed and I'm annoyed for having to queue at the bar, when I feel someone press right up against my back. I turn around and HE leans over motioning that he wanted to say something in my ear. But instead of words, he slips his tongue into my ear, pulls my pony tail back a little and rests his palm over my pussy.
I thought I would just combust internally from sheer lust. I was wet and just wanted to impale my pussy onto his hand. I wanted this man to do real bad things to me. Things I had never even envisioned, let alone lust after. And right there at the bar, in a full club, this man proceeded to dip his fingers inside me, through the fabric of my dress he was thumbing my clitoris. I could do little but spread my legs wider. I wanted him to fuck me right there, in front of everyone. But instead, he slipped his hand away, tasted his fingers and winked at me as he walked off.
We never fucked, exchanged numbers or anything. In fact I never saw him again. But this man unlocked my narrow vision of sex in my mind. I wanted to fuck him. Not marry him, not have his babies or even try to date him. I didn't care what his name was or what he did, all I wanted was to feel that desire and desirability. Half drunk and terribly horny in a nightclub I found my sexuality. That night, all those years ago, has opened up an entire smorgasbord of sexual encounters and appetites for me since.
I still love missionary, only now I prefer it while I'm cuffed to the bed. But that's an entirely different blog post.
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