Dessert
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Posted:Sep 28, 2022 11:31 pm
Last Updated:May 5, 2024 11:17 pm 2468 Views
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You wake up slowly. Gradually recalling the events of the night before. You remember the sex. The restraining grip of my hands on your wrists as I pulled them back and down under your ass, my mouth glued to your convulsing cunt....
You shudder with the sudden recollection of it all. You know there has been a change in our relationship.
You glance around carefully. You are in my bed, but the spot where I slept is already cold. You can hear sounds from the kitchen and the first smells of breakfast. Sitting up, you note that you are naked and sticky from the sweat and sex of the night before. Climbing out of bed, you choose to take a quick shower, clean yourself for me.
The hot water sluices over you, washing the residue of your orgasm from your body. If you could, you would surely stay there all day! But the smells from the kitchen told you that time was short so you were soon out, slipping into the soft, fluffy, white robe that was clearly left for you.
Clean now, your skin still damp from the shower, you walk down the hall to the living room, the smell telling you breakfast is ready. Entering the room, you stand at the arm of the couch, looking down at the spot where you came in my mouth the night before. Time seems to stop as you recall the event. Suddenly, you are forcefully turned and bent over the arm of the sofa! Your arms flung out to stop your fall, your face buried in the cushion! You feel me behind you. Close. Pressing you down over the armrest. You struggle for just a moment before realizing that you are not in any danger, but simply being held for the moment. You relax, feeling the rough texture of the upholstery beneath you.
I press closer to you, leaning over you, speaking to you slowly and clearly. “You came for me, Jen. You came while I ate you. Why?”
For the first time, you consider the question, and the answer comes to you quickly. You suddenly understand. After all this time. You know now what it is you wanted, why you came last night, but never before. And it had nothing to do with your being restrained. “Because..... because you wanted me to.” And with this realization comes another. “I will do anything you want....” And you finally know this to be true. You trust me completely. You are ready to submit. Entirely. Completely. You say nothing more, but your body tells me of your decision and I accept you.
You feel me stand up behind you, lifting your robe to expose your ass. You feel my fingers pry at your cheeks, dipping down to your pussy, already dripping with excitement. I spread you open and step up to you, sliding my cock into your wet sex. With no other preliminaries, I take you. Fuck you. Forcefully pounding into you! Your asscheeks deform with every thrust as my hips crash into them! You feel your thighs crushed between the sofa and my legs! Your breasts sway and bounce beneath you!
It is raw, commanding sex! I am using you as a receptacle for my pleasure. That you are in ecstasy in being used in this way is irrelevant, and yet that knowledge simply drives you farther. You cum. Again and again, in one continual orgasm, knowing all the while that your orgasm is secondary to my own at this time. I continue to fuck you, knowing that you are cumming, but giving you no respite, no pity, until I erupt inside you, spilling my seed into your cunt. Pulsing my fluids into you. Deeply. Completely. Emptying myself....
Satisfied, I pulled my softening cock from your body and leave you bent over the couch. I move to the dining room and begin to eat breakfast.
Slowly, you regain your composure. You rise from the couch, your legs trembling. The robe falls down covering your ass again, but the front is open now. You walk slowly to the dining room to join me. As you do, you begin to tie your robe, but a subtle shake of my head stops you. I rise and pull out a chair for you. You sit, grateful that you no longer have to stand on your weakened legs. I lean over to kiss your neck and pull back your tangled hair. Then, straightening, I open your robe wider, exposing your breasts and return to my seat. Together we break fast, and speak wordlessly....
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Feast
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Posted:Sep 19, 2022 8:23 am
Last Updated:May 5, 2024 11:17 pm 3165 Views
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I love the way you are about sex. Open, eager, enthusiastic! You love it when I fuck you. Your cunt or your ass.... And you suck me voraciously when that is what I’m in the mood for. In fact, the only thing you seem at all uncomfortable with is being eaten... and I do love a good feast!
But to truly enjoy eating you, I need to be able to feel your pleasure. It has to course through your body and into mine! I have tried being gentle. I have tried threats and punishments, all to no avail. But tonight...... ahhhhh, tonight! Tonight I know I shall feast!
I come home and find you anxiously waiting. You suspect something is up, but you’re not sure what. But I am in no hurry. We have dinner, chatting pleasantly. Then it’s to the living room to watch a little television. You sit between my knees, leaning back against my chest. My arms wrap around you and my hands casually play with your breasts. Mmmmm.... so nice. So subtle! Almost unnoticeable at first, but as the minute hand spins around on the face of the clock, I become more aggressive! As the next show starts, I have your shirt unbuttoned and now unclasp your bra, leaving it dangling from your shoulders as your breasts are exposed to my touch... and my gaze.
The air, as always, feels so cool against your chest. It makes you feel so open and exposed. You feel as though you should be covering up, but you know better. You know I have begun something and you wonder where it will end.
Throughout the show I have been gently stroking your breasts, enhancing the feeling of exposure, emphasizing their availability to me. My touch grew through heavier petting and kneading of your breasts, until I began to focus on your nipples, pinching and twisting them until they are stiff and hard and I began to flick at them with my thumbs....
Your breathing was short, your eyes closed as you arched your back and tried to press your breasts harder against my hands. The television drones on though neither of us is watching any longer.
Now I rise, pulling you to your feet and removing your clothes. Turning you away from the couch, I stand in front of you and press you to your knees, your face at my crotch. Ohhh... you are ready! You want to see, to touch, to taste my cock! But I am still dressed and instead of allowing you that pleasure, I move to the side, and with my hand on the back of your neck, I purposefully bend you forward until your face is against the carpet, your ass poised invitingly in the air. My hands move to your smooth cheeks, grasping them harshly, exposing your tight anal rosebud to my view for a moment. Then I let go and deliver two sharp spanks! SMACK SMACK One to each cheek, just to remind you who is in charge!
Standing behind you, you can hear me undress myself, but you cannot see. You are so aware of your position! The carpet, rough against your breasts..... the cool air on your raised ass....your pussy so wet from what you imagine will happen next.
But instead of my touch on your skin, you hear me sit down again on the couch and I say “Play with yourself, Jen. Reach down between your legs and stroke your clit.”
You groan. Oh, God!! You feel so wanton when I put you on display like this! Your juices literally begin to ooze down your thighs as you reach to obey my instructions. Slowly, at first, but then faster, as you realize how it must appear to me as I sit on the couch, watching you.
“Put your fingers inside yourself,” I instruct you. “Spread your wetness all over your pussy.”
Ohhhhh....!!!! Oh, yes! How eagerly you comply! And not just one, but three fingers you suddenly plunge into your cunt, fucking yourself for a moment before you move them back to your clit, rubbing it furiously as you begin to rock your hips. The motion causes your nipples to drag across the rough carpet, exciting you further! You almost lose yourself in the pleasure you feel, forgetting that I am watching you, and that it is for MY benefit that you are doing this. But a sudden clap of my hands regains your attention (the sound almost makes you feel my hand smacking your ass again).
“Your ass, Jen. Wet your asshole and show me how it glistens.”
You groan into the carpet, your whole body tightens as you hear my words. But you do as I instructed you. Moving your hand from your pulsating clit, you slide your fingers back into your cunt, hearing a squishing sound as your juices flow over them. Then, reaching back further, you spread the wetness between your cheeks and over your anus, taking care not to penetrate as you had not yet received permission. Once finished, you reach back around you with both hands and spread your cheeks so I can see the results of your obedience. Imagine! You thought you were exposed before! But now.... now, with your cheeks spread.... with the coolness of your own juices as they dry on your exposed asshole.... Your body trembles as you struggle not to cum.
Finally I tell you to stand and turn around. I come to my feet as well, and I direct you to the couch, seating you in the center. Next I move the coffee table out of the way and kneel between your legs. Placing my hands on the insides of your knees I press your knees firmly apart, spreading you to my gaze. Your cunt is so wet. So red it seems inflamed. When I lifted the hood from your clit, I swear I could see it pulse with excitement!
When I leaned forward to lick your pussy, I could feel you tense up. This was the only time that you ever failed me. I did not understand why, but I knew I could only impose my control in one way, and tonight I would do so. But first I would tease you a bit, following the more familiar script until I was ready.
Placing my hands under your thighs, I pushed them up and out, giving myself access. My tongue moves in to caress your pussy, sliding gently between your lips, undulating from side to side as I lick you long and slow. My lips nibble on yours, moving up, seeking your clit. I know it feels good to you, but your mind is filled with something else and you won’t let go. Instead of opening further, your legs start to close down on me. I know it is not worth fighting, I let go of them, and instead use my hands to augment my mouth. As my tongue glides around your clit, I spread you open and ease two fingers inside. Despite your anxiety, you are still wet, and soon my fingers are moving smoothly in and out of you. This, you like. I sit back on my heels to watch as I fuck you with my fingers. Your eyes are closed, now. Your hands are squeezing your tits tightly and your breath is becoming shallow again.
As I finger-fuck you, I pull my middle finger from your pussy and place the wet tip against your asshole. Suddenly you stop moving, your breath ceasing as well. Time stops as you wait desperately for the entry.... I wait, smiling at your reaction. It always thrills me. As I press forward again your ass rises from the couch, eager to envelop the intruder. I don’t disappoint you. I press my fingers firmly into you, filling you until both fingers are buried deep. I begin to ease them in and out slowly but your hips are beginning to buck more insistently. Soon I am fucking your pussy and ass hard with my fingers. Your hands clasped tightly to your tits as you begin to moan with the approach of an orgasm.
Now I am ready to feast. I pull my fingers from your body, you whimper at the loss. I lean forward again, pressing your thighs apart as I resume my feast on your sex.
The interruption puts you off and you struggle a bit. You put your hands on my head to push me away. Instead, however, I reach my arms under your thighs and grasp your wrists, pulling them down hard! You gasp a bit, and try to pull back, but I hold them firmly.
My mouth is pressed against your sex, licking and sucking. You twist as you try to pull your arms free. In response, I pull harder on your wrists, pulling your hands, clenched into fists, down under your butt. My grip forces your back into an arch, your shoulders back, your tits thrust up and out, your pussy tipped up, open to my mouth as I devour you!
My tongue slides in and out, up and down.... My grip on your wrists has driven out whatever thoughts had occupied your mind. You are open now to the sensations that I am giving you. My tongue is warm. Firm, but pliable as it dances around your sex.
I suck your lips into my mouth and nibble on them gently. My tongue stabs at your clit and your body jerks in response. I pull at your wrists and use my shoulders to press your legs upward, and this time you cooperate. My tongue moves down.... into the cleft between your cheeks.... prodding at your asshole.... feeling it twitch and clench!
Then back up, sliding between your lips, delving into your cunt as I move up to your clit, sensitive now with your arousal. My tongue flicks against it. My lips tug at it. Pulling back a bit, I blow on it gently. And, now, I attack it in earnest! Licking it, nibbling on it as if it were your nipple! Sucking it into my mouth where I hold it with my lips as my tongue goes wild against it! And as I do, you go wild yourself....
Where you had been writhing with pleasure before, now your body literally rises from the couch. My hands still hold your wrists. It takes all my strength to hold on to them. It feels as though your arms will surely be ripped from your shoulders if we continue! But I don’t stop. I can feel your orgasm flood your body as I hold your clit hostage. Over and over I feel the tensing of your body as you cum. I am aware of your breathing.... gasping... You are nearly screaming as my tongue continues to caress your clit, so sensitive now from your orgasms! Suddenly everything stops..... you go silent, stop breathing, my tongue stops moving...... And then, like a wave crashing onto the rocks, your body collapses back onto the couch, limp, exhausted, shuddering and twitching involuntarily.
It is over. You can take no more. I keep my face tightly against your sex for a few moments more, not moving any longer, but still a presence.
I let go of your wrists, now. They are limp and unmoving. Your breath is unsteady but growing stronger as you recover. I slide up your body, my face and beard wet with your juices, wetting your stomach and tits before I nestle against your neck and cheek. You have nearly recovered now, but still lie limp, your hands still under your ass where I had left them.
I smile, seeing your exhaustion. Taking you in my arms I carry you to bed and lay you down. Before I can cover you, you are already asleep.
Tomorrow...... tomorrow I will take my own pleasure......
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Janelle’s Stories
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Posted:Sep 17, 2022 8:07 am
Last Updated:May 5, 2024 11:17 pm 2215 Views
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I should really try to intersperse some erotica more frequently in my blog...
Janelle mostly liked to hear stories of my making love to another woman with her watching. Another woman who was submissive to me, who I took roughly perhaps, but who enjoyed it that way. She would always imagine herself watching, but only occasionally participate actively in the fantasy scene. I only remember a few particular stories; most were rather generic.
In perhaps my favorite one, Janelle would be tied to the bed, much as the woman in “Mind Games”. I would be in the living room when the doorbell rang, and she could hear a woman’s voice at the door. She can hear me invite the woman in and immediately she would become wet knowing there was a woman in the house while she lay there naked and bound. I would stay in the living room for quite some time with this woman. Janelle would hear me talking with her and the sound of music on the stereo. After an hour or so, as the sounds from the living room became more and more friendly, the music finished and there was a near silence. Then she heard us coming down the hall. The bedroom door was ajar and Janelle would strain her neck to see what was going on. Through the door, she saw me approaching, leading this other woman by the hand. I lead her into the guest room but pause as I pass the door to the master bedroom where Janelle lies naked on the bed. I whisper something in her ear, she looks at Janelle and giggles as I pull her into the guest room.
As Janelle lies there utterly helpless and exposed, she hears the sounds of sex coming from the next room. She hears the bed squeak and the woman squeal with pleasure. She hears the woman go quiet and my moans begin to fill the house. The woman must be sucking me she thinks, and by the sound of it I am really enjoying it. Then she hears the bed squeak again and soon the woman is breathing harshly moaning gently and then sudden silence.... Soon the woman is making noise again. A grunt, a whine... Janelle knows me, her pussy is dripping, the juice is dripping down the crack of her ass onto the bed, she knows what is happening, she knows my cock is beginning to press into the ass of this woman in the guest room! She listens to the sounds that mix a bit of pain and discomfort with high arousal, recognizing them as the same sounds she makes herself when I take her that way. Slowly, methodically, the sounds increase in rhythm and volume, becoming more indicative of satisfaction than of discomfort now. The bed begins to squeak with a steady rhythm, and she closes her eyes, imagining me fucking this woman in the ass in the next room. So close.... so close! The bed squeaks louder and faster, the woman is wailing steadily, now. I must be close... her clit throbs, her nipples pulse with her heartbeat. Now the woman’s voice rises and to an orgasmic scream and is suddenly muffled! Her back arches, she writhes in her bonds, she is cumming. Knowing that I am cumming! Knowing that the woman’s orgasm has triggered my own, and that with a final, deep, primitive thrust, I have driven her to the bed, muffling her screams, emptying my seed pulse after pulse into her ass!!! There is a brief period of staccato post-orgasmic activity and then silence, as all three of us lie spent.
After a few minutes, there is the sound of movement and the woman emerges from the guest room and comes into the master bedroom on her way to the bathroom. Again, she looks at Janelle and giggles as she passes. Upon emerging from the bathroom, she pauses at the foot of the bed to gaze at Janelle who is now intensely aware of her exposure and that the wetness between her legs gives away how much she enjoyed eaves dropping on me. The woman bends slightly gazing intently at Janelle’s pussy which begins to drip anew at the attention. Then the woman straightens up and with yet another giggle heads back to the guest room.....
This is as far as I ever got with the story, so I’m not quite sure what comes next. Perhaps I shall truly turn it into a story someday. It was, however, the basis of part 7 of a 7-part story I wrote for another woman…
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Janelle Unpacked
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Posted:Sep 15, 2022 12:00 am
Last Updated:May 5, 2024 11:17 pm 5352 Views
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Here is the unpacking of my early documentation of sex with Janelle (edited for spelling, grammar and length).
The thing with Lynette lasted two years and ended as I moved to Los Angeles, following my job. I was down there for two years on assignment. We tried to tough it out. Exchanged letters and talked on the phone (my first phone sex!). But shortly after I moved, she started sleeping with a guy upstairs from her. I tried to understand this as just a physical thing, but it really tore me up. Finally, after about 6 months, it was over.
Thus began my 8 year Hiatus. From the summer of 1982 to the fall of 1991... gee... that’s 9 years, ain’t it?
In 1991, I started sleeping with Janelle. I was pretty much out of it, she had to take the greater initiative. We shared a lot of suggestive banter, but nothing happened until she took me up on one of my offers to cook her dinner. Things moved fast from there. Janelle was about 10 years younger than me, but had been married and divorced, and I dare say, had had many more partners than I.
My control was initially quite poor. I came very quickly. But that was okay with me. I felt a bit sorry for Janelle, though. But I always made her cum, and this was when I realized just how much I enjoyed doing that! I would almost always start, after some foreplay, laying her on her back, trapping her near leg between mine and fingering her to orgasm (yes, this is, in fact, my posted story Held Down). This position would let me suck on her tits if I wanted, or maybe hold her arms above her head at the wrist. My cock would rub against her thigh as I masturbated her. The more aroused she became, the more I did as well. Our excitement would feed one off the other and I always had a hard time not cumming when she did! Indeed, often I failed to stop it and I would come on her thigh as she twisted and writhed in her own orgasm. Yet another indication of how much it excited me to see and feel her cum.
So, what next? From that first dinner, I don’t think Janelle spent another half dozen nights at her own place. I don’t remember a whole lot about the sex itself, other than what I’ve already said (squatting on top of me, cumming on her thigh). She was short, blonde, and chubby. Although she would suck me occasionally, it wasn’t something she seemed to enjoy much, and she did it less and less as our relationship went on. In fact, as the relationship finally soured, she once told me that she knew how much I liked to be sucked and she actually stopped doing it because I liked it so much! There was one time, though.... more later.
On the other hand, my itch for anal sex was finally fully realized with Janelle. After that first time, I had tried it again with Lynette several times. But I was never able to put more than just the head of my cock in her ass, and once in, she just liked the fullness, and found any movement uncomfortable. So, though she found anal play erotic, and enjoyed other things in her ass, I had never really fucked her there.
But early in our relationship, Janelle and I went for a vacation in the mountains. We were using condoms, of which I had some old ones left over. But they kept breaking. And while we were fucking on this vacation, Janelle on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed, me standing behind her, I pulled out to find the condom had broken. She said, “Why don’t you put it where we don’t need a condom?” Oh, my!
Yes, I knew about AIDS and all, and maybe it was a stupid thing to do, but after confirming what she meant, I put the head of my cock against her anus and slowly pressed forward! I went slowly, because I really, really didn’t want to cause pain. And I tried to move very little, remembering how Lynette like to be filled, but not the motion. But Janelle indicated no pain, though she did ask me to stop and wait on occasion. But when my cock was about halfway in, and I wasn’t moving (figuring this was as far as I should go, Janelle began to rock back and forth! Her breathing was deep, and she sounded very satisfied and aroused. After a few back-and-forth motions, my entire length was buried in her ass, and she was moving freely. She asked me, almost plaintively to go ahead and fuck her, so I put my hands on her hips and began to rock myself, gently in and out. She was clearly loving it, so I gradually moved faster, and pressed deeper. Now, finally, I was truly fucking someone in the ass! No half measures. No teases. Just solid fucking as my full cock length slid in and out of her ass!
No surprise that I came quickly! Not as quickly as I expected I would, but soon enough to make the episode rather brief. I emptied my cum into her ass, with my hips pressed up against her cheeks.... And then I just stood there, trying to catch my breath as my cock softened and slid out of her, finally collapsing on the bed next to her where we snuggled together and talked.
She told me her ex-husband had insisted that she learn to accept his cock in her ass, though I don’t remember if she told me how often they had done it. She said that it was always a little painful or uncomfortable at first, but that the feeling soon vanished, and she enjoyed it. And, obviously, unlike Lynette, she liked having her ass fucked, not just filled.
So, there was one fantasy hot item fully met for me! But I was always concerned about hurting her, or pushing her, so in the four years or so that we were together, I’d say I fucked her ass maybe a half dozen times, and always at her request. I felt it would be undue pressure for me to ask her for it. I wanted it only when I was certain that she wanted it! Maybe this was a bit too conservative. Perhaps with a different relationship, I would be more assertive. But at the time, this seemed appropriate, and I certainly have no regrets.
Don’t get me wrong though! It appears I do nothing but write about anal sex. But I am really not obsessed with it, and I would happily forego it with any woman who was not comfortable with it. But it is one of my hot buttons. I admit it.
I also mentioned that I liked to be sucked (more about another anal experience later), but that it was not one of Janelle’s favorite activities. She was also not big on being eaten, though I’m not sure why. She enjoyed it when I did it, but she really didn’t want me to eat her often. Frequently, if I began to lick and nibble on her, she would reach down to pull me up, wanting to move on to other things. She never really explained this, but I’m guessing that she was both somewhat ambivalent about it, and a lot concerned with the thought that my eating her meant she would have to suck me. And though, granted, that was not an unreasonable expectation on her part, I don’t like that game. I like to please a woman just to please her. Because I want to. Not to build up points so that she would be obligated to please me by doing something she didn’t like! I think I’ve said before, that I like it when a woman attends to me out of her desire to please me, because she likes it. Because she wants to. Not because she feels obligated! There are other things that I enjoy. Other things that a woman could do for me other than sucking me, or taking me into her ass! Having a woman masturbate me is a wonderful feeling!
OK. A little bit more about what I like, then two more Janelle stories. (grin)
I like feeling that my partner is enjoying herself. Whether she is giving, or receiving pleasure, I want her to enjoy it. But I do also like to be “attended to” at times. And by this, I mean, sometimes I just want to lie back and be pleasured. To be in a pure state of relaxation and just let my partner do the work. This is what being sucked does for me a lot of the time. I don’t usually want to fuck her mouth, but have her suck me off. I enjoy watching it as well. I like to lie half reclined, or sit, or stand, and have her put on a display for me. (With Lynette, we often used handheld mirrors to get a better view, and she would watch me eat her just as I would watch her suck me.) It’s also what I like about having my partner masturbate me. I find nothing “second class” about a hand-job. I don’t view it as a way to make it easier on my partner. I see it as another way my partner can express attentiveness to my pleasure. I want to see her enjoying the effect her hands on my cock have on me. I guess I want a woman who feels the same way about pleasing me that I feel about pleasing her. When I masturbated Janelle, I reveled in it! Her arousal turned me on! It wasn’t mechanical, it was real! I got every bit as excited, and as I said, I often came on her thigh as she had her orgasm! That’s what I would like in my partner! Someone who could connect with my pleasure and get off on it!
Now, I admit, I was not always this way. I was often rather distracted when I masturbated Lynette. And I’m sorry for that now. I wish I could go back and change it. But I can’t, and we all learn and grow as we slip through time. But this is where I am now, and I love it!
And this was eventually the bone of contention, sexually, that split Janelle and me. In the end, the bottom line was she didn’t feel this way. She didn’t mind my arousal, my turn-ons, but neither did she share them. Often, to her, it was a simple matter that after she came, I should get to cum, too. But she didn’t really get any excitement from my cumming. So, she viewed oral sex as a job, not a pleasure, and the same with a hand job. It used to really annoy me when, after spending a half hour pleasing her and making her cum (and I did enjoy it!), she would reach down to my cock and just pull on it, as though this was all I required or deserved! She wouldn’t even roll over into a comfortable position! (Grrrrrrr.......)
I’m sorry. I’m starting to be unkind now. I don’t mean to be. I’m trying my best to be honest, but of course, I’m sure Janelle saw a different side to this. Or perhaps, like I was with Lynette, we are simply not as thoughtful when we are young. I don’t know. But this is the truth, and these are really my feelings about these matters.
Janelle did like to be fucked. We used most of the more typical positions. Her on top, or me. Me behind her. Or one that I grew to like a lot, where she’d lie on her back on the bed, with her butt just at the edge. I’d stand, bend my knees until I was at the right height, enter her, clasp her legs to my chest and straighten up. This would lift her butt off the bed and she would be suspended from her legs. Then I would thrust into her, hard and fast! It was a great feeling! She clearly enjoyed it, and I could be as wild as I wanted! I loved to watch her breasts bounce and jiggle as I fucked her! I would often search for a rhythm that would set them swinging in long up-down arcs. And she would periodically clutch at them. Squeezing them or pinching her nipples! Otherwise, she might be clutching at the sheets.
In this position I could vary things quite easily. I could hold her legs close, her ankles against my neck. Or open them wide, making her feel exposed. I could press her legs back towards her shoulders, curling her body up and exposing her pussy to my cock. Sometimes I would lean forward and drive her down into the bed, other times I might thrust straight into her, even raising her more from the bed as I fucked her. Then again, I might tell her to reach down and spread her cheeks, so she could feel my balls slap against her exposed anus. I really enjoyed this position!
But as much as I enjoyed fucking her, it would often still leave me feeling a bit empty. Yes, I would cum. Yes, it did feel good. But still, I was not being “attended to”. It was still a matter of having to derive my enjoyment solely from her preferred modes. I longed for her to simply ravish me! To decide that she was going to make me happy today.
I tried to talk to her about it. We tried a few things to resolve it. I tried to suggest that I would let her have what she wanted the rest of the week, but that Friday night would be her turn to please me. Somehow, Fridays were never convenient for her. Towards the end, when the sex was getting infrequent, we agreed we needed to change things, and that on alternating nights we would take turns being responsible for seeing that the TV was turned off and we made love. That lasted about a week (on her end, I kept it up for another two before she wouldn’t even let me seduce her into it). Maybe it’s an old story.... the sex wanes as the relationship matures.... but it seemed worse than that to me. It seemed that I simply wasn’t what was important to her. Bummer! Anyway, back to the good stuff....
There are three other things I can think of to say about sex with Janelle. First, I got my mono just a few months after we started sleeping together. Back then, she was still a very horny lady! As I got sicker and sicker, I eventually couldn’t generate the energy needed to please her as I wished, but my cock still responded! So, she would get me hard and then mount me, and fuck herself on my cock as I just lay there, too weak to do anything but cum! (smile) That was a strange feeling....
Now, maybe my two favorite episodes with Janelle....
The first happened one day, when Janelle had a pinched nerve in her neck. She could barely move it. So, I rubbed some Ben-Gay on it and she lay down in bed to let it pass. I forget what I was doing, or why, but I was dressed in only a bathrobe. And an hour or two later, I went in to see that she was all right. As I stood there, she ran her hand up my legs and began playing with me, making me hard. She tugged on me a bit, and I moved closer. And though she didn’t typically like to suck me, and her neck, while better, was still hurting, she took me into her mouth as she lay there on the bed, her head on the pillow. It felt great, but I was still worried that her neck would hurt, so I tried to stay as much under control as I could. Janelle would seldom swallow my cum, and often would simply finish me off with her hand before I came, so as I felt my orgasm build, I started to step away. But for the one and only time, she wrapped her hand around my leg and pulled me closer! It blew my mind! Here she was, in pain, and yet she was sucking me. Not only that, but she was also insisting that I cum in her mouth! She was swallowing me deeper as I came! This gave me an incredible rush! My legs wobbled, my head spun, I was seriously worried I would pass out! After I came, it was all I could do to walk around to the other side of the bed to lie down! Indeed, I don’t think I made it, as I recall! I think I only got halfway around before I had to sit down. It was incredible!!!
The second episode was also unexpected. It was the middle of the night, and I woke up because Janelle was restless. After a bit, she reached under the covers and began playing with my cock, which, true to form, didn’t take much to get hard. Soon she got up onto her hands and knees and with her ass near my head, she began fellating me. As she sucked me, I played with her pussy. Shortly, she took her mouth of my cock just long enough to ask me to play with her ass. I happily obliged, roaming my hands over her cheeks. But I was going too slowly, and she stopped sucking me again to say that she wanted my finger in her ass. I had assumed as much but was trying to work up to it more slowly. So now I dipped my finger in her pussy to moisten it, and then after tickling her sphincter, I penetrated her ass, and began to finger-fuck her. By now, her head was on my knee as she held onto my cock and pulled at it, her breath becoming labored. Finally, she asked me to get the oil we used when I fucked her ass. When I got back, she was on her knees and elbows at the side of the bed. She said something like.... “I want you to fuck my ass hard. Talk to me. Tell me how good it feels. Pretend I’m someone else and tell me how much better I am than Janelle.”
Now, this was new to me, but I did my best, and she took me easily in her ass. I fucked her hard, and she loved it! Of course, I did too! So, I fucked her ass, telling her how good it felt, how good it looked to see her asshole stretched around my cock, how slutty she was, how open, so much better than Janelle! I think if I had had my wits about me, I could have done a better job becoming a part of her fantasy and really taken her to new heights. But I was still a bit nervous, and worried that I might be misunderstanding her. Anyway, I plowed into her and came in her ass. And we rested together afterwards. Apparently, she had had a dream about being fucked in the ass with a really big dildo that didn’t hurt at all. It had woken her with an itch for the real thing.
This had been my only experience of a spontaneous, middle of the night, sex scene. Neither Lynette nor Janelle appreciated being woken up, and this was the only time either woke me.
Have you ever watched X-rated movies? I mentioned that Lynette and I would go out and see one once and awhile. Once even at a drive-in where we could play while we watched.
When I started seeing Janelle, VCRs had become commonplace, and I had several adult videos. Often, we would watch them together. Janelle loved watching a video as I played with her. She would hold the remote control so she could control what she was watching. I would sometimes be eating her, but mostly just lying next to her, stroking her clit and sucking on her nipples. By paying attention to what she watched, I could see what turned her on. She liked to watch couples fucking! She liked the close-ups on a cock moving in and out of a woman’s pussy. She liked it when the fucking was fast and furious. She was not at all interested in the dialog or the story line. She wanted to see hardcore action! She was also not much interested in seeing and actor (man or woman) masturbate, and only marginally interested in lesbian scenes. She had a similar vague interest in watching a woman suck a man, a bit more so watching a man eat a woman. But fucking.... ahh... that’s what she liked to watch! And I don’t recollect any preferred positions. So long as there was a woman being fucked on the screen, she was interested! I suppose she incorporated those scenes into her fantasies.
For my part, I also like watching videos and masturbating to them. I wish she would have treated me a bit more like I did her. I don’t believe she ever once sucked me as I watched, and I don’t even remember her masturbating me. It was more of the same kind of attitude that, “Well, go ahead, I don’t mind.” Gee, I really don’t sound like I had a lot of fun with her, do I? Occasionally I would fuck her as we watched, but she would soon lose interest in the videos at these times... putting her head down and enjoying the fuck instead.
I do like to know a bit about the story line, though I’m not a fanatic about it! And I like the dialog that builds up to the actual sex, and as the sex proceeds. And there is little that I am ambivalent about in these films. I like the masturbation scenes, either sex. Same with oral sex. I enjoy watching the fucking but might get a little bored if it goes on too long without variation. I like the anal sex scenes (who would have guessed! (wink)). When they’re fucking, I prefer some positions to others, generally enjoying it more when I can see the woman ass as they fuck. So doggie and woman on top are pleasant positions for my viewing pleasure. I like it a lot when the actors really seem to be into it, when they seem to be overcome by what is going on. So, I love to see a man being sucked take the woman’s head in his hands and pull her down onto his cock. Or a woman lifting her ass off the bed as she’s being eaten. But my number one turn-on in the movies? I like the initial penetration. I love it when after the foreplay, there is a scene where the man moves into position and begins to enter the woman. I particularly like it when she guides the cock into her! That initial penetration seems somehow very special to me and it is often when I will come while watching a movie. And, of course, it is an extra special thrill to see that same initial penetration of a woman’s ass! I feel rather cheated if there is simply a cut from one scene to another and suddenly the man is now fucking her ass!
One time Janelle and I went to an adult motel for the night, getting there mid-afternoon and staying until mid-morning. We were both completely sore when we left! It was a large room with a sunken tub, an open shower, a big bed surrounded by mirrors and continuous adult movies on the TV, 2 channels. We fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked........
Janelle occasionally liked to be spanked during sex. It wasn’t anything formal like an over the knee spanking, but as I stood behind her, sometimes I would smack her ass good and hard. She’d gasp and she told me once or twice that she kind of liked it. I wish she had been more forthcoming about why, and whether she wanted more. She was not much into sharing any stories or fantasies of her own, except for one, that I would use as I whispered in her ear.
I also tried a little bondage with Janelle. I had a pair of handcuffs, and I cuffed her hands behind her back one night. I tried a couple things with her. I spread some honey on my prick and had her suck it off. I also alternated having her suck me and fucking her. I like the thought of a woman tasting her own juices, licking them off my cock. While she was cuffed, I did not ask her permission for anything. I did not ask if she wanted to suck me, I simply pressed her to her knees and directed her mouth to my cock. Then I guided her to the bed and putting her on her knees, I fucked her from behind for a while, then turned her around, sat her on the edge of the bed, and pulled her face to my cock again. I did this several times. (grin)
But Janelle had her own definite limits. She did not like to masturbate in front of me. One time I sat her on the bed, brought in a mirror and placing it between her legs, I told her to masturbate and watch herself do it. She refused.
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Janelle
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Posted:Sep 13, 2022 12:53 pm
Last Updated:Sep 13, 2022 3:53 pm 2683 Views
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I was in a lengthy dry spell. The break-up with Lynette hurt, and my inability to pick up on social cues meant that I wasn’t seeing any interest. But it was also the age of VCRs, so home porn took on a new dimension and offered at least a distraction.
Janelle turned out to be ten years younger than me and worked as a secretary in my office. I have no real memory of how we got together, but I do recall that not long after the relationship started, I came down with a bad case of mono. It had me pretty much laid out and yet I remember that Janelle was insatiable. As I lay there feeling like death warmed over, she would get me hard and then climb aboard for some fun.
I also recall that in being sure to satisfy her first, my cock was so hard and drippy that I was afraid that if I were to look down I’d find it a disturbingly dark purple!
My recollections are just unconnected snippets. I loved when she would squat over my cock and then raise and lower herself. It struck me as very much a porn film move as opposed to the more common rocking motion that a woman on top typically employs.
It was still early in our relationship that interest rates came down (they used to be over 12 to the point that I could afford a house. As I arranged to rent a truck and gather friends to help me with the move, Janelle complained that I hadn’t accounted for having the truck stop to pick up her things. Mind you, I hadn’t invited her to move in with me! But I had no objections, and so it was that I had my first live-in relationship with a woman.
Unlike Lynette, Janelle really didn’t like me teasing her by licking and sucking her to the brink of orgasm and then backing off. She found it exceedingly frustrating. She also didn’t much care for giving head and didn’t like me to cum in her mouth. On the other hand, she was more able to indulge my anal fetish – a fact I learned unexpectedly…
We were on a trip to my family cabin south of Tahoe and were getting at it up in the loft. But as I tried to take her from behind, the condom kept breaking. She looked over her shoulder at me and simply said, “Why don’t you put it where we don’t need a condom.” It turned out that she wasn’t big into anal, but was able to accommodate it without much pain and I had my first full anal penetration with her.
But in the sense of one step forward and one step back, she wasn’t at all interested in losing any clothing in the car or doing a lot of experimenting. In the end, the relationship fell apart. From my perspective the age difference had a lot to do with it. I found her to be a bit flakey and uninterested in helping me take care of the house. She just didn’t seem serious about anything and yet she really wanted to get married and have a . In my mind, I felt she wanted a the same way she wanted other things she would get to entertain her and then just drop it when her interest waned. Not something you can do with a .
And then, when the sex tapered off, things just got worse. But I probably shouldn’t go there. Suffice to say that she quit worrying at all about my pleasure and when called on it she’d say, “Well, you should have said something.”
But there are two very specific memories I have of Janelle, sexually speaking. The first occurred when she was laid up in bed with a sore neck. I assume it was a pinched nerve and having had those, I know how much they can hurt. So, I let her rest and since it was the weekend, I spent all day working out in the garden, just coming in now and again to see if she needed anything. On one of these trips, she reached out for me, and as I stepped closer to stroke her hair, she reached into my shorts and pulled out my cock. And despite her ambivalence to giving head, she started to suck on me as I stood next to the bed. As my orgasm approached, I tried to pull back, but she reached out, grabbed my ass and pulled me in deeper! This was unexpected and I came so hard! By the time I recovered, I found she had already drifted off to sleep.
The second recollection came when she woke me up in the middle of the night. She apparently had been having a sex dream and woke up extremely horny. She got up on her knees, with her ass by my head and started sucking me. After a while she asked me to play with her ass while she sucked me. After another minute or to, she asked me to tell me how bad she was, how dirty she was, how wanton! It took me a while to understand what was happening, this was not something that was typical of her. But once I understood, I was able to get into it. Fingering her ass and telling her what a slut she was. How bad she was. How she needed a lesson and a spanking! That was fun! But the next morning it was all gone.
That relationship lasted about three years, and in its wake, it left me a bit more willing to go out on a limb and look for a partner.
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Dominance and submission
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Posted:Sep 12, 2022 9:33 am
Last Updated:Sep 12, 2022 12:10 pm 2873 Views
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Maybe now is a good time to write about my own perspective on Dominance and submission. Or at least start the story…
By the mid-90s it was pretty clear that I had this bent to my personality, though it clearly dated back to my college years with Lynette, telling her what to do when we were frisky. In my online interactions, I quickly gravitated there again.
I participated in online discussions and got some books on the subject and, as I’ve written, by this point I knew a lot about my own emotional limits. So, it was clear that I was not going to any extremes. I wasn’t into Sadism and had no desire to truly hurt or humiliate anyone. It doesn’t matter to me whether they want that. This is one of MY limits. It would damage ME. Nor do I believe I want a 24/7 D/s relationship, where I am always in charge and making the decisions. Again, it is my own limit and others can choose what they want.
What was important to me was the sexual submission itself. The gift of her sexual self. I’m fine if it leaks into other aspects of our lives, but I don’t want it to become the end all and be all of the relationship. I also don’t want to treat a sub as a “thing”. I have enough “things”, I want a person. A person has their own thoughts and desires, and I want to hear those. I want her to have a mind and to use it. I want her to have a solid sense of her own self-worth, which is what makes her submission important to me.
[Please excuse me here, I’m going to be slipping tenses as I go. I have been in D/s relationships and loved them but am currently in a vanilla relationship. I still have those feelings, but I am not currently accessing them. So sometimes I write in the past tense and sometimes in the present. I’m not sure that it’s worth fixing this since it seems that the past tense typically is used when referring to actions (which were in the past) while the present tense is used when discussion my feelings or attitudes which remain current.]
While I was identifying my limits regarding D/s, I was also identifying my responsibilities.
I can understand the reasons a sub might enjoy that role: to be able to let go, not have the responsibility for making decisions, allowing yourself to be guided by someone you trust, expressing yourself in a giving way and finding that someone values you for these desires.
And while these aspects of submission (among others) may take a bit of stretching for a new Dom to grasp, understanding what a Dom gets out of the relationship initially seemed easy and obvious: someone to do his bidding, who won’t argue, and can’s say “no”.
Of course, this is bull****, at least for me, and I soon realized that it is anathema to me. That attitude is simply abuse as I look to my own values. I had to come up with a completely different worldview on the subject. For me, the key was recognizing my responsibilities as a Dom and to be certain that I was willing to accept them. Big surprise? Why hadn’t it occurred to me that before looking at the motivation of others, I would first have to understand my own?
Be that as it may, I did this and found to my delight, that I enjoy and welcome those responsibilities, frightening as they might be! Frightening? Indeed so! It is a serious commitment to take on responsibility for the welfare of others, but it is also a very rewarding one to me. In exploring D/s, I discovered a guiding principle in my life: the importance of thinking and caring for others. I had been doing this for a long time without questioning why. Now, I understand it better. I think it has made me a better person. A better Dom, but also, for example, a better boss at work where I take on the same responsibility for my team that I do for my sub, the responsibility to look out for their welfare.
I write that I have no wish to truly hurt or humiliate a sub, and that’s true. But the real pain in that comes from my sense of failure if I were to allow it to happen! I do make mistakes, but I know enough to want to take responsibility for those mistakes, and not ask someone else to assume the consequences. For me, this is the challenge, the joy, the risk, the fear, the dream and the nightmare of being a Dom.
it is clear that a sub, to one degree or another, surrenders her physical well-being to me. What took me longer to realize is that she also surrenders her emotional well-being, and that is both harder to see and more devastating in the long run if things go wrong. It is the challenge I enjoy and the risk that adds the spice. But I remain always aware that it is the sub that pays the price for my failure, and that is what drives me to strive not to fail.
It's an endless and delicious circle!
So, aside from that, what do I enjoy in a D/s relationship?
Well, I absolutely love her sexual submission. Her willingness to push her limits to fulfill what I ask of her. One of the things I love most about anal sex is its implied submissive intimacy. I also enjoy pushing her limits to see what she will accept. Having her undress in the car for me as we drive? Using nipple clamps, or giving her a spanking? I like to keep her a bit off-balance, uncertain of what happens next.
I like giving her unexpected challenges. “Stop what you’re doing and make yourself cum. You have 5 minutes.”
I like the idea of having her suck my cock and then take my cum and paint it over her lips so she will smell me the rest of the day, a semi-secret indication of her submission to me. Or having her wear a butt plug when we go out to dinner.
I love to orchestrate her orgasms. Lucky her that I so love seeing woman cum! But to decide for myself, when, where and how that shall be is exciting. (smile) To say nothing of deciding when she will stop! I enjoy bringing her to the edge of orgasm and having her stop. I love her to beg to be allowed to cum and then to beg me to make it stop. I insist that she inform me of every orgasm she has and that she thanks me for that gift. This means no silent, embarrassed orgasms. And if I call her at work and tell her to go to the restroom and masturbate to orgasm, I expect that when I get home, she will come to me and describe how she did this and how it made her feel.
I did learn that I am OK with the infliction of some pain: some spanking or some flogging. But I still draw the line at damage that is obvious the next day. A warm red butt is sexy. To me, a black and blue one is not.
Experimentation is fun, though it can be annoying to learn which knots to use where. This is my dislike of failure showing through. I want to be right. I don’t want to fail. But I also like the trial and error approach to a lot of learning. Go figure…
In the end, communication between the Dom and sub is critical. Both should take the time to assess their activities, and to be honest about how they feel about them. To learn and to make adjustments. Each making the other whole by their commitment to each other.
What are some of the other things I won’t personally do in my own D/s relationships?
Well, I’ve already mentioned my “injury limit”, and this applies to emotional injury as well. One of my worst failures as a Dom was being slow to recognize that my sub was having difficulty understanding what I wanted and began to feel more and more a failure. We had enjoyed a day together and after a shower she asked what I would like from her. I merely answered, “Guess”. I thought I was giving her a challenge, but really what I was doing was taking her submission away from her and asking her to take charge and make the decision. But she couldn’t tell me that because it made her feel like a failure. This positive feedback loop had her in a depressed state of tears in a matter of minutes. All because I was flippant. If I was to strike her too hard with a belt, the consequence would have been immediately obvious. But emotional injury is typically more subtle and requires the protection of vigilance.
I also would not “give” a sub to another individual. I would feel that I was abandoning her and violating my responsibility. I might be willing to have her service another at my instruction, but I would have to be there to see that she remained safe, both physically and emotionally.
I would not gag her. Communication is so important. It just seems to me that a gag creates too much risk of her being unable to ask for help when she needs it. A bit of a tangent here, I believe in safewords, though I also hope that we never get to the point where they must be used. Looking for the proper balance can be tricky, all the more so because too often a sub refuses to use the word when she needs it, and by the time things become clearly wrong, a lot of damage can be done. Another example of the importance of the Dom assuming responsibility for the sub’s welfare in a serious way. That said, it seems too often safewords are chosen that are not sufficiently intuitive and therefore, literally slip the mind at the appropriate time. Hence, it has been my practice to adopt the use of the honorific “Sir” during a scene, the safeword being my first name. It is a natural thing for her to call out in a time of trouble, and it is a word that will immediately get my attention, regardless of how deeply I am involved in another space. Have you ever had the experience of being in a crowd and hearing your name called out? It stands out even in a hub bub of chatter.
I’ve gone on for a while and could continue for a good bit more, but I should wrap this up with a quick explanation of what I mean when I say I wouldn’t humiliate my sub.
To me, this means I would not degrade her. It doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t embarrass her. Though the roots are the same, there is a difference between being humiliated and being humbled. She might feel humbled and embarrassed to be seen kneeling before me and sucking my cock. But not, I think, humiliated and shamed. Whereas, in my mind, having her crawl with her hands tied behind her back to eat dogfood from a bowl on the floor would be humiliating and beyond MY limits. Again, everyone can draw the line where they want, I just thought I’d address that open point before closing this posting.
As always, I am open to comments, questions or suggestions.
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NIPPLES II
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Posted:Sep 11, 2022 2:53 pm
Last Updated:Sep 12, 2022 4:07 pm 2997 Views
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Eventually your breathing returns to normal, your body stops shaking. When I feel you are ready to continue, I disengage myself from you and help you back to your kneeling position.
Your orgasm has pleased me and you can see the satisfaction on my face when you steal a glance. But you also see that your ordeal is not over.
Seated in front of you I gently knead the rope marks from your breasts. Though the ropes were soft, they still managed to dig their way into your sensitive tissue, but the rubbing of my fingers removes the sting and leaves only a bit of redness around the base.
Signaling you to stand, I lead you to the fireplace where I direct you to lean over and grasp the mantle. Still naked, you can feel the weight of your breasts hanging from your chest, and the exposure of your ass.
I move around you, my hands stroking you here and there. Your pussy still wet from your orgasm, but the sensitivity has begun to diminish. Slowly, starting from your head, my hands stroke their way down your body. Over your shoulders, cupping your breasts for a moment. Then across your sides and back, over your ass and down your legs. You jump a bit when I glide my thumb over your clit and between your lips.
When I finally reach your feet, you feel me wrap some leather cuffs around your ankles and pull them snug. I clip one end of a spreader bar to your left ankle and lifting my hand between your thighs, I gently tap the inside of your thighs, a message that you are to spread your legs further. You comply and you hear the sound of the clip as your right ankle is now attached to the other end of the bar.
I stand back now and observe you. You are naked, your body bent over as you grasp the fireplace mantle. You legs are spread for me and your breasts sway beneath you as you breathe.
I approach you, and take your head in my hands. Lifting your head and turning your face to me, I look in your eyes again, and ask you if you accept my right to use your body.
“Yes, Sir. I am yours to command. I will do anything you ask.”
I search your eyes to see that you mean this, and contented, I release your head.
Again, my hands stroke your back and your ass.
Suddenly there is a loud smack as my hand lands on your ass cheek! It is not hard, but you are startled and flinch a bit.
“Shhhh....,” I whisper to you. “Push back. Offer me your ass.”
You do and soon I resume the spanking. First one cheek, then the other. A bit harder each time. You try and hold still, but you continue to flinch a bit, and your back arches upwards as you pull your ass in, trying to evade the blows. Twice I scold you to stay in position and offer me your ass, but such admonitions do not last long.
I leave you there briefly, returning to the table where the toys are strewn about. Soon I return to your side. I am holding the nipple clamps, connected by a chain. From the center of the connecting chain is another.
Reaching beneath you, I squeeze your breast, pulling at it, sliding my hand downwards until I am tugging at your nipple. It is as though I am milking you, and you imagine how it must look. You can feel your nipple grow distended as your pussy begins to melt again. Before long I am satisfied with the results and I place one of the clamps on your nipple, screwing it down tightly, making you feel the pain of it as it bites down on your nipple.
You struggle a bit to breathe. It hurts. But the heat between your legs grows and you know the clamp is doing its job. The initial sharp pain eases into a low throb, the beat of which you can also feel in your pussy.
Moving around you, I repeat this procedure with your other breast. After which I pause, stroke your hair and ask, “Are you alright?”
“Yes, Sir,” you reply. “Thank you, Sir.”
Now I take the loose chain that hangs between the clamps and I pull it down.
You groan as the clamps bite into your nipples again and you arch your back, pressing your breasts down to relieve the pull on them. When you have dropped as far as you can, I attach the chain to the center of the spreader bar.
You can imagine what you must look like. Naked. Your legs held apart by the bar. Your hands still clutching the mantle, but your back arched as your breasts are stretch down and back, pulled tight by the clamps on your nipples and the chain which is attached to the center of the bar.
“There,” I say, obviously satisfied with my work. “Now we shall have no more flinching!”
Laying my hand on your back, I resume the spanking.
smack smack smack ........
With each slap, you feel the sting on your ass and the tug on your nipples as you struggle to maintain balance. You still have a tendency to flinch a bit at first, but very soon, the pain in your nipples convinces you to maintain your position.
The blows continue to fall on your ass.
smack smack smack ........
But you have fallen once again into that surreal state of submission. The feelings are real, you know what is happening to you, but crave it now. You want it desperately! You arch your back higher, presenting me with a yet more appealing target. You no longer need the nipple clamps to hold you in place, you long for the burn of by hand as it slaps your ass. The throb in your nipples match the throb in your pussy and the aching of your ass!
It goes on! Your ass is clenching rhythmically, now, not in avoidance of the blows, but in concert with the throbbing of your body. The pain and pleasure from your position are driving you once again up that hill to an orgasm! Soon you are screaming again as the feeling washes over you. Your fingers white as they clasp the mantle, your back arched and your ass clenched tight! You stretch, reaching for it! You hear the snaps as you tear your nipples out of the clamps and feel the sting of the blood reentering them! Your whole body is arched, now, clenched in the spasm of your climax!
As before, I hold you now. Standing behind you, my arms wrapped around you and my hands covering your breasts. Your nipples burn against my palms. I hold you, keeping you from falling, waiting for you to recover.
And recover you do. Slowly. And slowly I ease you to the ground. Placing you in a kneeling position and lowering your shoulders to the ground in front of you. I stay close to you while you recover.
Eventually, I hear you say, “Thank you, Sir.” And I know you have returned to reality.
But still we are not done. You feel spent and sore, but I do not release you yet.
Leaving you on your hands and knees, I retreat for a moment before returning to you. You feel my presence behind you and then feel my hands on your ass. Your ass feels warm from the spanking. A little itchy. But my hands grasp your cheeks firmly and spread them apart.
And now you feel truly exposed! Your position entirely submissive as I pry apart your ass cheeks, exposing your pussy and your asshole! You can feel the cool air as my breath hits you.
There is a cold, slippery sensation as I spread a lubricant over the bud of your anus, my finger slipping around and into it as I prepare you for penetration. Then comes the hard tip of the butt plug as I place it against your sphincter, pressing forward slowly but firmly. It is the slim plug, and it slides in easily, filling you, but well within your capability to handle.
Once past the thickest portion, the plug nestles snugly in your ass. I press it tight, though, letting you feel it deep inside you.
Then, rising, I move in front of you and clip a leash to the ring on the collar you wear for me. With a gentle tug, I command you to follow me. “Drag your nipples, on the carpet, Sweet. We’re not done with them yet.”
With you thus in tow, I lead you down the hallway to the bedroom, to the next scene in our game......
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Just a quick thought...
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Posted:Sep 10, 2022 9:16 am
Last Updated:May 5, 2024 11:17 pm 1483 Views
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I've long had this fantasy/image: My partner on her knees on the bed, I stand behind her and begin to slide my cock in her ass. I love the image. But here's the catch, at the same time I want to be kneeling in front of her, holding her face in my hands and looking into her eyes. I want both ends of the intimacy. Now, I know there are alternatives such as having her on her back with her legs up where I can see her face as I enter her, but it's not the same. There's something special to me about the image I described - it will simply have to remain unattainable.
Anyone else with something you've always imagined that you'd maybe like to share?
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Unpacking Lynette
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Posted:Sep 9, 2022 11:10 pm
Last Updated:May 5, 2024 11:17 pm 3889 Views
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Here is the first unpacking of my early documentation of sex with Lynette (edited for spelling, grammar and length). You can decide for yourself – if you wish to – whether or not this matches well with what I wrote afresh a week ago.
We started going out just as I was graduating from college. She had dropped out of school a year or so earlier. As I moved to my new job, she was living with her parents and couldn’t spend the night. But after a year or so, she went back to school at a community college across the bay and got an apartment of her own. This meant we could start spending the whole night together on weekends. Weekdays, too, if she wanted to stay at my place and drive up to school in the morning. In the meantime, I was riding my bicycle to work.
Unfortunately, I hadn’t matured as a lover, and left a lot to be desired, I’m sure. Particularly late in the evenings, I had a lot of trouble staying awake. lol..... I would doze off as I played with her. She didn’t like that one bit!
But otherwise, I think I was okay. I never hurt her, and I was almost always able to make her cum. I did enjoy eating her. Her pubic hair was sparse and very soft. She liked it when her lips were spread open when I ate, whether she did it herself, or I did. It was with Lynette that I learned how one can use a wide variety of techniques when eating a woman. Long, slow, wide strokes with the flat of the tongue, that start way down low and rise slowly to the clit. Wavy strokes, playing with the lips as I moved up and down. Nibbling at her lips with mine. Using the tip of my stiffened tongue to roll circles around her clit. Or sucking her clit into my mouth, pinching it with my lips and flicking at it rapidly with my tongue.
When we started, she was on the pill which was very convenient, but it eventually began to give her terrible headaches, so we switched to condoms.
We had sex everywhere, it seems. Any room in the house would do. And the car, outdoors, the pool, the shower, etc. There are a couple of times that stand out in my mind.
I remember one time when we were getting ready to go out somewhere. She had showered and then I went in. When I came out of the shower, she was sitting naked on the toilet, peeing. It wasn’t particularly unusual; we were very casual about those things. As I dried off, though, I turned, and she reached out and pulled me to her. As she sat there on the toilet, she took me into her mouth and sucked on me. I don’t quite know why, but I found it extremely erotic. It was different. To be standing while she sucked me, seated comfortably on the toilet... Then, I straddled her legs and sat on her lap, my cock nestling easily between her breasts. I began to fuck her tits as she let the head of my cock enter her mouth on each stroke.
And I remember the first time she sucked me. It was the first time anyone sucked me, and I really got off on it. I didn’t so much cum real early, as I recall, but I came twice! Sitting on the edge of the bed, Lynette between my knees, I leaned back with my hands behind me and watched. I tried not to move so I wouldn’t choke her, and she held still when I came in her mouth. But after I was done and she started to swallow, I suddenly came again! It’s the one and only time that ever happened to me. And, of course, she wasn’t expecting it either, and it caused her to choke a bit. Perhaps not the most pleasant experience for her, but it sure felt good! Of course, I was real concerned about her and couldn’t enjoy the feeling very long as she rushed to get something to drink and I followed her.
Sex with Lynette was very natural. There was no cleaning up afterwards. We would just stay in bed together and snuggle. Even if I came all over her, we would lie in the wet sheets and fall asleep. I loved her dark skin and used to love when she left her fine gold necklace on when we slept together. I’m an early morning riser, so I would nearly always wake first and open my eyes to watch her as she slept.
I loved the touch of her skin. When driving home from someplace in the evening (she always had me drive when we were together), I would put my hand on her thigh, feeling the smoothness of her skin. In the summer she would wear shorts a lot and this was straightforward. In the winter, sometimes I would ask her to take off her pants so I could touch her skin. Invariably this led to more, and I would be fingering her as I drove. Sometimes, but not always, bringing her to orgasm. On occasion, she would be naked when we got to my place, and I would park, go open the apartment door, and she would run into the house naked! Only once did I ask her to take off her shirt during daylight in the car, but it made her uncomfortable, and didn’t keep it off long.
This was before the days when VCR’s were ubiquitous, so we would occasionally go out to the adult theater. She would wear a loose skirt with no panties. We would hold hands and I would tell her to squeeze my hand when she saw something she particularly liked. If the theater was empty enough, I would move my hand to her lap and make her cum.
She enjoyed reading erotica and looking at magazines with me. One time she was lying naked on the bed, looking at pictures in a magazine. Naked myself, I climbed on top of her and looked over her shoulder, answering the questions she’d ask. I settled my cock between the cheeks of her ass and rock gently as she flipped the pages. Eventually I came, emptying my cum in the small of her back.... a warm, wet puddle. She loved it! She didn’t move, and kept flipping through the pages, but told my how much she loved the feel of it.
Among the various things we would do would be masturbation. In addition to her doing me, and vice versa, we would sometimes each masturbate ourselves for the other to watch. I’m not sure how much she liked watching me, though I know she didn’t mind. But I certainly enjoyed stepping back a bit and watching her bring herself off! Just to stand back and watch her hands move over her body, see her writhe, hear her cry out! It was easy for me to get off on it! Sometimes she’d use various toys instead of her fingers. I remember one time, after some foreplay in the living room, she got up, telling me to wait, and went into the bedroom. Soon she called out for me to join her. As I walked in, she was naked, on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed. Her hand was down between her legs, and she was working her small vibrator into her ass! I watched for a while, and then donning a condom, I stepped up behind her and entered her pussy as she took her hand away, leaving the vibrator in her ass. Yummy! As I fucked her, my abdomen would keep the vibrator in place. I could feel it against my cock and I fucked her until we came!
Another time, after returning from an X-rated movie, we were fucking in the same position without the vibrator, and she asked me to pull out when I was ready to cum, and to cum all over her cheeks. lol... we fucked for a long time. I remember when I did pull out, I quickly removed the condom and sprayed her asscheeks. She was surprised that I even remembered the request! I don’t know how other women feel, but Lynette loved it when I came all over her body. She would massage it in, and as I said before, she would never stop to clean up, preferring to stay close and just let it dry. I liked that a lot. Janelle always had to clean up, and I thought it was a terrible distraction.
Another trick I might do with Lynette would be to eat her, teasing her to the edge of an orgasm, and then move over her as though I would enter, she beneath me, but stop, with the head of my cock just touching her pussy. Then I would tell her to reach down and masturbate herself, using my cock as a toy! She would reach down, take my cock in her hand and rub its tip furiously against her clit! (smile)
Lynette and I tried a little bondage only once. We got some soft rope and I tied her to the bed, spread-eagle on her back. It was just an experiment, and it didn’t lead anywhere. (grin) I hadn’t really thought of myself as Dom back then. The ropes still allowed her a lot of movement, and I found that fucking a woman who is literally flat on her back on the bed is not the best of conditions.
Though Lynette never tied me down, there was one time that I simply lay there and let her tease me. It was shortly after she moved out of her parent’s house. I can remember that because for a while, she only had a single bed, and we had to sleep very close together (smile). I lay naked on my back, with my hands over my head. She proceeded to lick and tease my cock unmercifully! She would lick it, let her lips run along the underside, or just stare at it. But she wouldn’t take it in her mouth, she wouldn’t suck it! It seemed to me to go on forever! I began rocking my hips, trying to raise the tip of my cock to where it would slip past her lips into her mouth. I really wanted it! I don’t remember how it ended, but I did like it! (grin)
Lynette loved to be told what to do. She was self-conscious about deciding for herself what to do, so she loved it when I simply told her. I would tell her to display herself. To stand naked before me, to spread her legs a bit more if I chose. I would tell her to stroke her breasts, pinch her nipples, or rub her clit. I might have her turn around, bend over and spread her cheeks. Or have her lie on the bed and use a vibrator to make herself come. As best I can remember, she never refused to do anything I asked, and enjoyed it all. We were very comfortable with each other, and, as an example, she one day mentioned that she’d never really taken a good look at a man’s penis. So, I lay there, and she scooted down between my legs and just touched and looked at my soft cock and balls.
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Rail Story Genesis
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Posted:Sep 9, 2022 11:06 pm
Last Updated:May 5, 2024 11:17 pm 1304 Views
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OK, so here’s the Rail story genesis…
I’ve written about how I was enamored of the old internet days, where you could have private, intimate chats with people easily… online sex, if you will. Well, this story was little more than a transcription of one of those chats. All the dialog and descriptions were in our chat, from both me and her. All I did was to do a bit of editing – adding paragraph separation, “I said”/”She said” indicators, etc. It all worked out pretty well, huh? I still have the original text transcript from around 1997 if anyone wants to see it.
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