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The Mirror Cracked
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The Mirror Cracked  According to the definition offered by Merriam-Webster, a blog is "a web site that contains online personal reflections..." In the spirit of offering up a few personal reflections to be gazed within a mirror held up by an adult "hook up" site, allow me to proceed. While searching the internet for various routine topics, I do occasionally, and accidentally (yeah, right...) stumble upon a mature video site or two. During these visits, a couple of "activities" between a man and a woman have caught my attention and piqued my interest. In one arrangement, a man is stripped naked and laid prone on his back on top of a bed. His legs are spread wide and his arms are outstretched behind his head. His ankles and wrists have been securely tied to the ends of the bed to ensure he remains in this position. The woman, either clothed or nude (both scenarios have their own individual merits) is also on the bed, lying on her side next to the naked, bound man. She is stroking and fondling and sucking and<b> tickling </font></b>and kissing his exposed, growing erection; much to his delight. She is performing a sensual, multifaceted hand job, and her work ethic is astonishing. The bound man can only fidget with excitement. His hips and cock lurching up and down from the mattress in rhythm to each stroke of her hand, or caress of her lips. After awhile, she looks up from her work to meet his eyes. The increasingly strained expression on his face and the quickening of his breath confirm to her that he is very close to offering up an explosive release. He is struggling and pulling at his bounds, but he is helpless and caught. His chest rises and falls with each exhaustive breath he takes as the final moments approach. He pushes the back of his head into the soft mattress and slightly arches his back while intensifying the steady thrusting of his hips. She continues to stroke him at a quickening pace. "Oh yes, oh yes, like that" he whispers and moans, rolling his eyes upwards with intense concentration. "Oh, yes...oh, oh, oh", he continues, as his entire body stiffens. His arms and legs pull the binding ropes taught as his body coils with glorious anticipation. And that is her cue. She stops. Stops cold and quick. He moans and lets out a deep gasp. "No...Don't stop!" he utters with a panicked breath. She pulls slightly away from him and watches the growing agony of the denied orgasm displayed over every inch of his restrained, naked body. He moans louder. He grits his teeth as he twists and turns and squirms on the mattress, fighting to loosen the restraining ropes. His entire body is in a tight knot waiting to be loosened. His hips elevate and drop as he tries to push his erection toward her for the final stimulation he requires; no, that he deserves. He begs her to continue. She ignores his pleas and only responds with a gently curling devilish smile. After awhile, or an eternity to the bound man, she touches his inner thigh and softly caresses his chest. Her touch causes him to quickly raise his hips from the bed. His cock stands at full attention waving in the air; a rock hard peg protruding from between his legs. Her fingernails scratch softly down the side of his exposed ribs. Her tongue gently circles his tiny and erect nipples. She nibbles his ear lobe while she softly breathes into his ear. Her hands wander his body, avoiding the area he is most wanting her to touch. He continues to twist in his ropes. His hips thrust towards her, hoping for the soft touch of a finger, lips or tongue to bring closure to the event. But the torture continues. Finally, the time has come to grant his much delayed wish. She returns the focus of her attention to delivering the wonderful physical interaction that his engorged cock is craving. "Oh...oh...oh...damn girl....yes!" he exclaims as his cock slides up and down within her tightly wrapped fingers. Her tongue softly tickles the tip as it peeks out from her hand with each of his upward thrusts. She slides her other hand between his spread legs and under his balls. Her fingers slide between his ass cheeks where she softly circles and fondles his hole. While still stroking his cock at a furious pace, she ups the ante by sliding a finger knuckle deep into him. He clenches his ass tight around her finger and continues to pump his hips up and down. Sensing the approach of his imminent climax, she withdraws her finger from him. She slides her hand up the tender skin between his legs from his ass to his balls, which she cradles in her palm. With both hands in place, she gives a firm squeeze to his contracting sack and throbbing cock. He explodes. A thick, wet and warm stream fountains out from inside her clenched hand. Arcing through the air, it lands with a splash on her chin. She slides her tongue across the pink skin at the tip of his cock. His hips quickly withdraw into the mattress in preparation for the next launch of ejaculate into the air. His body quivers with each fierce thrust of his hips as he serves up the overdue load in halting, powerful bursts. The viscous, salty fluid from his final, weaker releases leaks thickly from her hand. It streams down his bouncing balls to drip into a growing pool on the bed. "Oh, oh yeah! That's it, yes, yes!" he screams as his bound body finally relaxes and a wide grin appears on his face. Act I ends, and Act II begins. The man is still restrained and exposed, his penis now ready to recover from the satisfying delivery of his hot cum. Still semi-erect; the blood which it had collected within its girth to stiffen it for use is now heading elsewhere in his body. The area around and under the tip of his cock is a bundle of fiery raw nerve endings, sensitive to the slightest touch. And the devil woman knows this. She continues stroking and fondling and sucking and<b> tickling </font></b>and kissing his exposed, shrinking erection. He fights even stronger to escape the ropes that bind him; to no avail. The sensations produced by her cock manipulation are multiplied ten-fold in every area she touches. His now delicate penis was not ready for, or expecting, this extra activity. After all, it was usually time for a cigarette and a quick nap after the job had been done. The man endures the sensation which is quickly expanding beyond the threshold of pleasure to the edge of sweet pain. A feeling similar to when a susceptible area of your body is endlessly and overly tickled. He tries to sink his ass and hips deep into the mattress in a failed attempt to pull his cock away from her hands and lips. Relentlessly, she continues to torture the raw skin piston after his orgasm is a distant, splendid memory. He squirms back and forth, up and down as she handles his over stimulated cock. The agony and ecstasy of the situation is plainly visible on his face. And to his astonishment, from the base of his balls, he senses his cock beginning to harden once again. So, two of my bucket list entries are...bound orgasm denial and bound post orgasm torture. Wow... who knew blogging could be so hot. LOL. OldTymHockey, Puttin' on the foil! |
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Hey, you've been watching the same pornos I have!!!!  (my favorite one is where the guy is tied to a ladder) 
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