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Chewing on Taboo ( Tales From the Clit )  

sensualpassion72 59M/51F
360 posts
5/30/2021 2:05 pm
Chewing on Taboo ( Tales From the Clit )



I found myself chewing on a subject like I did in my early twenties. It was somewhat delightful and arousing put myself in those shoes. That's when the subject did a U-Turn. I found myself wondering if this is why Taboo-ish things arouse .

Back in my twenties I was working as a night auditor at a hotel. I was pretty prudish. I almost thru my first husband out for bringing a porn magazine in my house. Seriously.

I found myself restrained by a situation. In invisible chains. See this young girl kept propping the outside door open and letting various men in. She had activity all night long. Then this group of gang bangers would come with fast food. Bags and bags of fast food. They'd give the girl a burger and take the rest upstairs. She'd stay in the lobby and pick apart that burger - savoring every piece of it and making it last as long as she could. She'd help herself to the condiments from the breakfast bar to add to it. Jelly on the buns..

I had a whole lot of emotions. Anger -- the bangers had bags of food for themselves.. she had track marks on her arms..

The situation went on and on. Police had them under surveillance.

I did as advised but I made it no secret what I thought of the pimps. I made their lives as difficult as I could by doing my job. One actually looked at the employees of the month display behind me and my name tag and grinned those metal teeth at me. ( Yes, he had my last name now. Well my last name, I had a different last name. I got married. ) He even followed me home a few times -- or tried . I lost them every time.

Yet I chewed on what it was like be in her shoes. I even spent the night writing a<b> fantasy </font></b>that was inspired by her. I wrote of the situation and them all being arrested as they finally were. I wrote of going up look at the room, which I did. I wrote of what I saw and that there was a man that came the room while I was in it. The story went from there. My curiosity's played along with her role so I could find out what I could and then my anger came out as I flipped the script and used blackmail to make him my . I got so carried away I almost didn't get breakfast out on time for the guests. Laughs

It was one of my first sexual fantasies. The one that got me to role play it. A few times. Once with a friend/lover. It just wasn't close to the situation. Then with a fan of mine here... I had absolutely no interest in him.. I had absolutely no attraction to him.. he though was very smitten and very into me. So I decided to go to the darkside and take a midnight swim.

I advised him that I was moving. I wasn't. I told him the contract. He could come over, meat me. That would be that though. Nothing more. I told him that I did not feel the same for him. I told him I'd be with him physically but after that all conversations would be over. There was no staying in touch cyberly after. There would be no phone calls. He agreed. He even urged me to reach out if I ever changed my mind. I reaffirmed I wouldn't change my mind.

When he came over, again, zero attraction. He wasn't ugly or overweight. He was a nice guy. A guy struggling financially, divorced; a father. He was older than me. I was much older at this time versus my age at the hotel. I'd say it was even half a decade after I first explored this with a friend. My friend had brought me things as payment. I had requested a tie from the friends I explored it with. I explored it with lovers and this man. I still like receive them. ( What guy doesn't have one he doesn't like or wear anymore. I intend make a quilt of them one day. keep warm in my golden .. )

I invited him in. The man was shaking. He couldn't talk barely. His mind was blown that he was even there. I found myself aroused by that. I recall, undoing my top slowly as I said: "You won't mind if I do this then.. "

I found myself considering the man may have a heart attac. so I calmed him. There really was no calming him.. so I told him to touch me until his hands stopped shaking.. to my surprise he reached out and massaged my breasts. I closed me eyes and chewed on taboo.

I eventually asked him if his dick was hard. I had concerns he'd be to nervous. He was quick with a, "Yes Ma'am". I responded with a "Show me." I stepped back loving his nervousness. I enjoyed that all over the place. I even got rough a few times, slapped him.

I took him to my bedroom. He undressed. I cringed. The man wore his house keys around his neck, he'd lose them if he didn't. It wasn't like one key -- it was like -- a big set of keys. He was frail chested. He's lucky he looked like he showered -- otherwise, he would of been taking one. ( Probably forcefully )

I told him to put the condom on. To date, I have never put one on, myself. I enjoy watching a man do it. It's like saying, please, to me.

I told him he could keep the keys on his nec I really hated them but it was all about the experience. I wanted hate it. I found myself enjoying controlling him with words. "Is that all you got?" "Harder." "HARDER." At one point I flipped him his back and got on top and got rough. I even took him in my ass. Gripped him nice and tight to and pulled trying to keep him in. Oh how he loved that.. such a rebel yell.

I didn't orgasm though. Until after he left. He kept looking at like he saw a unicorn. He did email. I didn't respond. Finally after a few he ended it with a poem he wrote about that day. He called it the sunset. It was a beautiful poem.
The emotions fit the<b> fantasy </font></b>I had all those though.

I found myself in another story chewing, today. Perhaps I should write that too.

Yet I found myself chewing on if this could be why tabooish things turn on.

I found myself wondering if my traumatic experience as a youth brought this about too. To make okay with it. Or if others words over the colored it. They saw it as a one night stand. Ignorance. Sure the event was a one time thing but the cat and mouse was a ten year thing. Before and After. It started at 6.

Okay here we go going dark again. I was painting a one night stand for them experience... hmmmmm... any masochists want explore that one??? giggling

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