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Matching Kinks Satyr is gone now. He left in devastating fashion, he literally destroyed his own world. And mine. Sex is a powerful thing, and in our case, it kept us together much longer than was good for either of us. Sometimes the kinks are such a perfect match... PERFECT. Such an ideal mesh that you are compelled to come back again, and again. I have two particular fetishes that brought him to my bed 3-5 nights a week for over a year. 1. I like balls, gonads, testicles, nuts. Actually I love to fall asleep with a pair in my hand. Squeezing them. I love to suck them, lick them, pull them until the sack is taut. Squeeze them until they feel as if they will burst in my palm. I love to caress them, comfort them. 2. I believe that a freshly showered man tastes the same all over, and I do not mind rimming a mans ass until he begs me to either finish milking him by hand, or NEEDS to cum in my mouth. I met him online, and offered him a blowjob, he accepted, I enjoyed him. The second visit, he asked if he could fuck me, I asked him why? I tried to explain that I am very, very snug, and that his penis would harm me there. He truly was as large as advertised, his cock was over 7 inches in diameter, and when fully engorged almost 9.5 inches long. It scared me, to be honest, my mouth is a lot more flexible than my pussy. And in the end, this proved to be true, in the 14 months we had vaginal sex 8 times. Anal sex was much more often, again, a matter of flexibility, but even then, we might have had anal once a month, or so. So why did he return night after night, weeks, months? My mouth, my hands. He had this lovely cock, and I loved sucking it, I truly did, but that is actually the body part my mouth tasted the least. His balls. I was sucking his cock, and I felt them tighten, so I decided to use them as a distraction. I started slowly, not all men like their balls tasted. Long slow licks, starting just below his balls, and licking until they dropped from gravity, and then again. He had this devastating cock, but his balls, not so much. One was of normal size, one was much smaller, and it was when I sucked the small one that I discovered power. I sucked it into my mouth, I pressed it with my tongue, and Satyr started to beg. Please, do that again.. harder, suck it harder. I did. Lick it, pull it, pull it with your mouth, hard. I did. Pull it with your mouth so hard it jerks out. I did, over and over. I had been looking for him, all of my adult life, I realized. Someone to let me abuse his balls, I cum so hard when I have a set of balls in my hand that I can squeeze as my clit is being teased. He had been looking for me, it seemed, too. Someone to squeeze, lick, suck, yank his balls, abuse them, truly. Please suck my balls.. he would literally drop his pants, and rub his balls against my lips. He would suddenly stand up, remove his pants, sit back down, legs splayed, and ask so sweetly. And I would. He would have trouble sleeping, Please squeeze my balls. And I would squeeze them, pulling them tight in their sac, literally using my fingers to squeeze them rhythmically until he fell asleep. On the flip side, I would message him from work, saying I wanted to squeeze his balls, and he would be naked when I got home, waiting for me. Or he would be playing a video game, and I would crawl between his thighs and start playing with his balls, knowing success when the controller falls to the floor. He would ask me to smash them with my mouth, and would press my head down until I had literally ground them with my chin. Then there was his ass. Again, a blowjob in progress, but I had already distracted him with his balls, so I moved my tongue a bit lower to his ass. He froze, then I pressed my tongue inside his ass, holding his cheeks apart with my fingers, and very slowly, I start fucking his ass with my tongue. I start sucking on his ass, and he uses his own fingers to hold his cheeks apart. So there were nights, when I would come to bed, and he would be bent over, with his ass in the air, waiting for my mouth. We would shower together, and he would beg for my lips on his bottom. I would wake in the middle of the night, and slide my tongue between his cheeks, waking him, getting him worked up so I could suck his cock, because I get thirsty. One evening he came to me naked, with a honey bear, Please, lick my ass. So I drizzled honey over his asshole, started Led Zeppelins' “Houses of the Holy”, and licked his ass until it ended. Again, the flip side, I would tell him I planned to have his ass for dessert, and he would serve it. He told me that I had more power over him than any woman he had ever met, all in my mouth. But he is Satyr.. GREEK MYTHOLOGY one of a class of lustful, drunken woodland gods. In Greek art they were represented as a man with a 's ears and tail, but in Roman representations as a man with a goat's ears, tail, legs, and horns. And drunken gods are no good for anyone. Including ink. So this is the last tale of Satyr and I. inks out inks out |
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Sorry he is gone now - surely HIS loss! One of my FBs discovered a few months ago that she rather enjoys CBT, and now she frequently does whatever she wants to "HER cock and balls".  Just Slightly Off Topic, and in the other Room, on Kitchen HNW Four Worms, and A Lesson Smell Ya Later [post 3312759] My Private Blog – Tell me All your Secrets
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I would love to cum down and visit..
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You are a very sexy and desirable woman and clearly also very intelligent. Your photos and videos are sensational. All in all you are such a turn-on.
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