Newbie swingers guide part 2
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Posted:Sep 26, 2016 2:10 pm
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Judge us as amoral, or write us off as sex addicts if you want. Tell yourself that we're nothing like you, that we’re deviants, or kinky freaks. Close the book, now, if you want. Call us reprobates, or sinners, and self righteously burn this book if you'd like. I will still call you "liar," and you know it's true.
If anyone could see inside the mind of anyone else, they'd be shocked at the twisted thoughts they'd encounter. If the words of this book create strong, uncomfortable emotions in you, perhaps you should ask yourself why. Just remember one thing please. Everyone has a story to tell. We all have closets full of skeletons, old and new. Chastity and I are just courageous or foolhardy enough to bare our souls, and invite you inside our closet. We're willing to expose ourselves, and let you examine our bones in the cold light of day. Why are we willing to open our innermost life to public scrutiny? Because this is not only our story, It's the story of every couple who love each other, and try their hardest to live the worthy life. In short, it's your story as well.
Maybe it's an indictment of our busy, modern way of life, or the tedium and boredom that sets in somewhere along the way......................... All I know is that there are those things, delicious, secretive things, as jarring and unsettling as a primal scream, often denied, rarely admitted, almost never talked about in public. Things whispered for fear of others overhearing and judging us. Things which cause astonished, open mouthed, wide eyed faces when whispered into the ear. We might dare to talk about and admit them with a close friend, but most of the time we just smile, strengthen our facade, glossing over and filling in the cracks, and pretending that our lives are just perfect. After all aren't they supposed to be? Weren't we promised that good people who do the right things should always be satisfied? We felt something must be wrong with us if we didn't agree with the status quo. That it is wrong to want, no, to sometimes ache for something more.
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Newbie swingers guide part 2
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Posted:Sep 26, 2016 2:09 pm
Last Updated:May 22, 2024 8:24 am
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Judge us as amoral, or write us off as sex addicts if you want. Tell yourself that we're nothing like you, that we’re deviants, or kinky freaks. Close the book, now, if you want. Call us reprobates, or sinners, and self righteously burn this book if you'd like. I will still call you "liar," and you know it's true.
If anyone could see inside the mind of anyone else, they'd be shocked at the twisted thoughts they'd encounter. If the words of this book create strong, uncomfortable emotions in you, perhaps you should ask yourself why. Just remember one thing please. Everyone has a story to tell. We all have closets full of skeletons, old and new. Chastity and I are just courageous or foolhardy enough to bare our souls, and invite you inside our closet. We're willing to expose ourselves, and let you examine our bones in the cold light of day. Why are we willing to open our innermost life to public scrutiny? Because this is not only our story, It's the story of every couple who love each other, and try their hardest to live the worthy life. In short, it's your story as well.
Maybe it's an indictment of our busy, modern way of life, or the tedium and boredom that sets in somewhere along the way......................... All I know is that there are those things, delicious, secretive things, as jarring and unsettling as a primal scream, often denied, rarely admitted, almost never talked about in public. Things whispered for fear of others overhearing and judging us. Things which cause astonished, open mouthed, wide eyed faces when whispered into the ear. We might dare to talk about and admit them with a close friend, but most of the time we just smile, strengthen our facade, glossing over and filling in the cracks, and pretending that our lives are just perfect. After all aren't they supposed to be? Weren't we promised that good people who do the right things should always be satisfied? We felt something must be wrong with us if we didn't agree with the status quo. That it is wrong to want, no, to sometimes ache for something more.
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Newbie Swingers guide part 1
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Posted:Sep 26, 2016 2:06 pm
Last Updated:May 22, 2024 8:24 am
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Sometimes I feel like an infant pressing keys on the universal keyboard, trying in vain to understand what appears on the screen of life.
I'm the guy scaling the sheer granite face of life, holding on as I search for my next grip or toe - hold.
I live in the heart, the center of life, refusing to merely exist. My name is Jace. My wife's name is Chastity, this is the story of our awakening.
This life isn't a dress rehearsal. The curtain is up. The universal audience is seated and watching. We're on the main stage. There's not a second act in this play. Times arrow flies in one direction. Like a dandelion vanishing bit by bit into the wind until there’s nothing left. Every day that we waste with the bland, conformist herd is another day of adventure and possibility lost forever.
Daring to be black sheep, we turned and faced into the wind while others turned away, and huddled together for safety. Deciding that we couldn't spend our days turning a deaf ear to our own inner voice, and follow someone else's second -hand vision.
Finding a microphone sitting on the empty stage of our hearts.We decided that if we didn't sing our song, then our own unique voices would remain unheard, and silenced forever.
Understanding that doing what is practical, expedient, safe and sensible, is the slowest form of suicide, we found the courage to follow our own voice.
Living an authentic life is like tightrope walking without a net, but there’s no other way to experience being fully alive!
If we had wanted safety then we would have curbed our wanderlust, and kept ourselves in a perpetual state of suspended animation.
On every corner stands somebody crying out for our attention, "Eureka I have found it!" Raising a new flag, writing a new sacred text, or creating a new mystical symbol. Regardless of their new truth’s content, they'll manage to gather around themselves an army of glazed eyed true believers ready to fight or die for whatever clay idol they've erected, with their own hands, in their own image.
This world isn't a playground where obedient boys and girls get to play while those that don't play by the rules find themselves placed in time out. What a perversion and caricature of truth! What a total pitiful misunderstanding of life, and our purpose here.
What a pathetic attempt to corner and corral the universal life force, as if we could hold the wind in our hands, and direct its course. We are free, totally and absolutely free, to make our own choices. We're the freeborn offspring of the universe itself.
There is a higher order of being, a life of greater freedom waiting in the wings, but we had to break free of fear, societal pressure and conformity for its realization. Listen to your inner voice, and you'll know that I'm speaking truth. There is something not quite right with the world, and all the institutions and systems we've developed to fix it aren't working.The emperors new clothes aren't just invisible, but threadbare and worn to the point of uselessness. The entire system is in need of a hard reboot.
The only control we have in all of this craziness is what we decide to do with our next moment. After all, life is a series of moments strung together like pearls on a string. The past, future, and even the concept of time itself are all an illusion because all we ever have is,"now."The message that we heard, and heeded was, 'believe in your own inner voice. 'Trust your own highest thoughts."
All that came before us is a pointer to this central truth, and brings us to the truth within. Nothing in our past can hold us back when the universe whispers that we are accepted, just as we are, and nothing we can ever do can separate us from this truth! To awaken fully to the day, to the now, we decided, was our task. To accomplish this we had to shrug off the weight of countless generations of sleepwalking conformists, and alienate entire herds of sheeple. Well meaning friends told us that were damned , doomed, foolish or cursed unless we follow their truth. We let it all flow past like water under the bridge, and keep our eyes focused on our inner voice, and the present moment.
Excuse me, you might be thinking, I thought this was a book about swingers? Yes its true, but swingers are people with worldviews, history, thoughts and feelings just like everyone else. In order to appreciate our story you must understand where we are coming from. Its difficult to understand another's life by breaking it down into neat discrete packets, and analyzing each one.
How is it possible that we started by positioning ourselves as glib conservatives, and ended up as modern, progressive citizens of the universe? We tired of sleepwalking, of bumping our heads, and stubbing our toes against other peoples prison walls.
We decided to awaken, and see the world for the first time in vivid color instead of in black and white, or even in muted shades of gray.
We live our lives as if this world in which we find ourselves is ours. We began to believe the incredible truths revealed to us, trusting our own inner voice, and following wherever it may lead. In short we’re not as fearful as we once were.
We let go of yesterday, and its frozen stare that kept us powerless and mesmerized.We turned towards the light of the "now," and regained the will and power to act. Little by little, our deep inner truth has become our mirror as we reflect who we are, and who we will become. We've dared to paint what we see with bold strokes, coloring outside the lines. Were beginning to hear the universal music, and learning to step to its impassioned cadence. Moment by moment, amazing things are unfolding in our lives.
Beware of people who are stiff painted angels. They shine like precious metal, but they're fool’s gold. They once held life, but are now so far removed from their inner selves that they find no joy in existence. Poetry, music, art, and philosophy are nonsense to these people. We stay away from people who try to convince us that practical mundane things are the only ones that matter.
We're contemptuous of the faceless, nameless, clerical bean counters, the professional gatekeepers of God Inc. Fleecing their flocks of gullible sheeple, the suburbanite servants of a tame, spiritless god. They don't live at all, but follow a pale and hollow idol which is shorn of glory and wonder, soul-less and benign. Theirs is an expedient god, standing always ready to do their bidding. An old, worn, domesticated, toothless carnivore, a paper tiger.
The true universal ruler is eternal, uncreated, unpredictable and wild. A being just as comfortable in the red light district as in a cathedral. A being that owns it, all of it, rejecting nothing and no one.
Coming from a background of strict religion, it's been a relief for us to realize that there isn't a judgemental god sitting somewhere in the cosmos just waiting for us to mess up, so he can strike us with lightning. We believe god doesn't judge us one way or another, that we're free to choose whatever we feel is right for us. Of course, every choice has its own set of consequences, both good and bad, and we are subject to those.
We awoke, standing in a high mountain meadow blowing with windswept splendor. In our innocence we dared to pluck flowers from the universal garden. As we examined their soft, fragrant petals in the moonlight, we shed all of our self - consciousness and inhibition. We will never again blush at the golden desires the universe has laid upon our bed. We shine as we cry out from this rock, facing the wind and rain, as love deepens us.
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Newbie Swingers guide part 1
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Posted:Sep 26, 2016 2:06 pm
Last Updated:May 22, 2024 8:24 am
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Sometimes I feel like an infant pressing keys on the universal keyboard, trying in vain to understand what appears on the screen of life.
I'm the guy scaling the sheer granite face of life, holding on as I search for my next grip or toe - hold.
I live in the heart, the center of life, refusing to merely exist. My name is Jace. My wife's name is Chastity, this is the story of our awakening.
This life isn't a dress rehearsal. The curtain is up. The universal audience is seated and watching. We're on the main stage. There's not a second act in this play. Times arrow flies in one direction. Like a dandelion vanishing bit by bit into the wind until there’s nothing left. Every day that we waste with the bland, conformist herd is another day of adventure and possibility lost forever.
Daring to be black sheep, we turned and faced into the wind while others turned away, and huddled together for safety. Deciding that we couldn't spend our days turning a deaf ear to our own inner voice, and follow someone else's second -hand vision.
Finding a microphone sitting on the empty stage of our hearts.We decided that if we didn't sing our song, then our own unique voices would remain unheard, and silenced forever.
Understanding that doing what is practical, expedient, safe and sensible, is the slowest form of suicide, we found the courage to follow our own voice.
Living an authentic life is like tightrope walking without a net, but there’s no other way to experience being fully alive!
If we had wanted safety then we would have curbed our wanderlust, and kept ourselves in a perpetual state of suspended animation.
On every corner stands somebody crying out for our attention, "Eureka I have found it!" Raising a new flag, writing a new sacred text, or creating a new mystical symbol. Regardless of their new truth’s content, they'll manage to gather around themselves an army of glazed eyed true believers ready to fight or die for whatever clay idol they've erected, with their own hands, in their own image.
This world isn't a playground where obedient boys and girls get to play while those that don't play by the rules find themselves placed in time out. What a perversion and caricature of truth! What a total pitiful misunderstanding of life, and our purpose here.
What a pathetic attempt to corner and corral the universal life force, as if we could hold the wind in our hands, and direct its course. We are free, totally and absolutely free, to make our own choices. We're the freeborn offspring of the universe itself.
There is a higher order of being, a life of greater freedom waiting in the wings, but we had to break free of fear, societal pressure and conformity for its realization. Listen to your inner voice, and you'll know that I'm speaking truth. There is something not quite right with the world, and all the institutions and systems we've developed to fix it aren't working.The emperors new clothes aren't just invisible, but threadbare and worn to the point of uselessness. The entire system is in need of a hard reboot.
The only control we have in all of this craziness is what we decide to do with our next moment. After all, life is a series of moments strung together like pearls on a string. The past, future, and even the concept of time itself are all an illusion because all we ever have is,"now."The message that we heard, and heeded was, 'believe in your own inner voice. 'Trust your own highest thoughts."
All that came before us is a pointer to this central truth, and brings us to the truth within. Nothing in our past can hold us back when the universe whispers that we are accepted, just as we are, and nothing we can ever do can separate us from this truth! To awaken fully to the day, to the now, we decided, was our task. To accomplish this we had to shrug off the weight of countless generations of sleepwalking conformists, and alienate entire herds of sheeple. Well meaning friends told us that were damned , doomed, foolish or cursed unless we follow their truth. We let it all flow past like water under the bridge, and keep our eyes focused on our inner voice, and the present moment.
Excuse me, you might be thinking, I thought this was a book about swingers? Yes its true, but swingers are people with worldviews, history, thoughts and feelings just like everyone else. In order to appreciate our story you must understand where we are coming from. Its difficult to understand another's life by breaking it down into neat discrete packets, and analyzing each one.
How is it possible that we started by positioning ourselves as glib conservatives, and ended up as modern, progressive citizens of the universe? We tired of sleepwalking, of bumping our heads, and stubbing our toes against other peoples prison walls.
We decided to awaken, and see the world for the first time in vivid color instead of in black and white, or even in muted shades of gray.
We live our lives as if this world in which we find ourselves is ours. We began to believe the incredible truths revealed to us, trusting our own inner voice, and following wherever it may lead. In short we’re not as fearful as we once were.
We let go of yesterday, and its frozen stare that kept us powerless and mesmerized.We turned towards the light of the "now," and regained the will and power to act. Little by little, our deep inner truth has become our mirror as we reflect who we are, and who we will become. We've dared to paint what we see with bold strokes, coloring outside the lines. Were beginning to hear the universal music, and learning to step to its impassioned cadence. Moment by moment, amazing things are unfolding in our lives.
Beware of people who are stiff painted angels. They shine like precious metal, but they're fool’s gold. They once held life, but are now so far removed from their inner selves that they find no joy in existence. Poetry, music, art, and philosophy are nonsense to these people. We stay away from people who try to convince us that practical mundane things are the only ones that matter.
We're contemptuous of the faceless, nameless, clerical bean counters, the professional gatekeepers of God Inc. Fleecing their flocks of gullible sheeple, the suburbanite servants of a tame, spiritless god. They don't live at all, but follow a pale and hollow idol which is shorn of glory and wonder, soul-less and benign. Theirs is an expedient god, standing always ready to do their bidding. An old, worn, domesticated, toothless carnivore, a paper tiger.
The true universal ruler is eternal, uncreated, unpredictable and wild. A being just as comfortable in the red light district as in a cathedral. A being that owns it, all of it, rejecting nothing and no one.
Coming from a background of strict religion, it's been a relief for us to realize that there isn't a judgemental god sitting somewhere in the cosmos just waiting for us to mess up, so he can strike us with lightning. We believe god doesn't judge us one way or another, that we're free to choose whatever we feel is right for us. Of course, every choice has its own set of consequences, both good and bad, and we are subject to those.
We awoke, standing in a high mountain meadow blowing with windswept splendor. In our innocence we dared to pluck flowers from the universal garden. As we examined their soft, fragrant petals in the moonlight, we shed all of our self - consciousness and inhibition. We will never again blush at the golden desires the universe has laid upon our bed. We shine as we cry out from this rock, facing the wind and rain, as love deepens us.
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My first FriendFinder-x date
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Posted:Sep 18, 2016 8:12 pm
Last Updated:Sep 19, 2016 8:10 pm
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I just had my first date with a beautiful little 29 year old honey that I met on the site,
It was magic! She gave herself to me unreservedly and I filled her tight little body full of passionate intensity! We melted and flowed together like hot butter. Her sexual response was off the charts! I cant began to tell you how many orgasms she had! We 69'd for an hour till all the juices were sucked out of our bodies. We fucked like savage animals for hours. She hunched, arched and bucked, crying out with each hard thrust till she exploded again and again! I had an incredible time with her! She was insatiable and I had the energy to match her pace! She actually called me her " Sex God" for real! Anyway I have to agree with her, it was one of the most intense and satisfying sexual experiences of my life!
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Superimposition
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Posted:Sep 17, 2016 11:54 am
Last Updated:May 22, 2024 8:24 am
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Superimposition
When I move, I feel................................you
When I inhale,I breathe the heated
Fluid essence of.......................you
You left rippling echoes on my skin
When I turn I feel your shadow
And see it's delicious form !
Your intoxicating smile haunts me
Jogging my memory,taking me
Instantly to that moment When time slowed, then stopped
Your smooth supple skin sliding
On mine as our lips devour..........
You're a white tiger, a she devil !
You left a haunting superimposition
Of your being on mine !
Thank you, for the ever present memories
I will savor over and over again
Until..................next time
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The Summer of Love
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Posted:Sep 17, 2016 11:51 am
Last Updated:May 22, 2024 8:24 am
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The summer of love
Remembrance, sublime sound
Behind her shades, she afterglows
She needs no grace but
Her windswept splendor
Once in a dream, I plucked
A flower from her garden
A fragrant, soft shape in the night
You make me shed all inhibition
Golden desire laid upon my heart
A blushing shiver upon my bed
Your shifting cheeks and ringlets
Burned me within your form
I will cleave you, speaking low
Ringing out from this rock
All is wind and rain
As my love pushes deeper
Fall upon my sword, gentle lover
As I flow, bathing myself with you
With every want, I wear you
Swimming in this brimming cup of love
We're early gods, copulating feverishly
Full of dewy grass and jasmine scents
Touching time through your stoned eyes
Deep in my love like a rebellious sea
We move like sand, remembering
Hiding my limb inside your sweetness
Freezing time, high above the earth
We loved thirstily, offering wetness.................
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Shared with me by my sister in law Annika
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Posted:Sep 17, 2016 11:45 am
Last Updated:May 22, 2024 8:24 am
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I couldn't help marveling at the improbability of the situation, sitting half- naked on the love seat between my husband and a hot hunk, ready for a night of uninhibited sex. We toasted to the success of the evening's adventure, acting nonchalant as possible, just a typical day with hubby, waiting for him and this gorgeous stranger to fuck my brains out. Who am I kidding, this is my first time and I'm a bundle of nerves. My heart's thumping, my panties are soaked, I'm squirming in anticipation. He says it's all my idea but I picked up on the little cues he's given me through the years. Casually talking about threesomes, mostly with a woman and two guys. I got the message loud and clear and it finally percolated long enough in my hidden repertoire of fantasy material to make me want to try it for real. Truth is, I masturbate to this theme so often that I'm aching for it.
“Baby, I'd like you to watch me fuck another man,” I whispered hotly in his ear as we lay spent from a night of hot sex.
Kent wasn't surprised, just caught a little off guard. Fact is, he wanted it more than me!
“Are you sure?” he asked, as a sheepish smile spread across his face.
“Yes,” I said, licking my lips slowly, biting my bottom lip. “I want to know what it’s like, I want you to watch and join in."
I thought about the endless combinations of fingers, mouths, tongues, cocks and whatever else they decided to try on me. Just thinking about it made me weak.
“Ok, so who's gonna be the lucky dude?" He asked.
I've thought about it a lot and decided it can't be anyone we know. That’s too awkward and embarrassing.
" A tall dark stranger, hung like a ," I said. I overdosed daily on threesome videos with the female receiving a DP from two really large cocks, I was primed and ready!
We put an ad on craigslist and found our man, Mike, white, 30, 6-2, 200. Lbs., handsome, dark haired, athletic and oh yes, the proud owner of an incredibly thick, 10 inch cock. Salivating as I looked at his pictures I almost peed myself. Finally the reality, I'm sitting between them on my loveseat, feeling timid as a mouse but horny, god I’m horny, so much so, that I feel like a touch from either one would send me into a frenzy. I feel unusually shy but revved to the max.. That's the strange thing about planning for our liaison. Our sex life burned hotter than it had in years. It's true I guess that the brain can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality.
After an awkward silence, I pushed my hair out of my face as Mike bent down to kiss me. His lips felt soft, wet, gliding over mine like oil. My body sang at the touch of another mans lips, I couldn't wait to feel them everywhere!
I pulled my short skirt up around my waist exposing white hose with garters and red crotchless panties. I spread my legs allowing them to catch a glimpse of my shaved pink pussy. Kent pulled my tight sweater over my head exposing my red lacy bra barely containing my swollen breasts. Mike kissed me passionately, his hand roving down my body, finding its way into my crotchless panties, his fingers grazing my wetness, teasing me before working their way between my swollen lips. I gasped as he worked my clit with his fingertip, grinding against his hand, begging him to fuck me.
Kent took off his clothes and watched, eaten up with desire, watching another man kiss and fondle me. Opening my legs toward Mike, I laid my head on Kent's lap, moaning with pleasure as Mike's hot tongue probed my feverish puss, I ran my hands needily through Mike's hair. He swirled my clit exquisitely as three fingers found my g spot, massaging me into shivering ecstacy. Kent leaned over me pinching my nipples and squeezing my breasts.
Kent kissed me heatedly, frenching me deeply, Mike ate me while fingering my g-spot. My body arched as Kent nippled on my neck, pinching and tugging my hard nipples roughly. I turned my head to one side, groaning with glazed eyed lust.
“Baby, I want Mike to fuck me while I suck your cock."
I turned over face first in Kent's lap taking his cock into my mouth. I raised up on my knees and spread my legs wide, providing Mike an irresistable target. Mike moved in behind me, slapping his hard thick tool against the crack in my ass. I pushed back against him jerkily, eager to be taken forcefully. I mumbled, my mouth full of Kent's cock. Mike entered me, taking my breath away, his unforgiving tool shocking awake the rippling folds of my deep sex. I hunched back hard, spreading wide and filled with rock, moaning uncontrollably, sucking forcefully on Kent's rock. Kent watched Mikes huge tool slam in and out of me, aroused beyond words. Kent ran his hands from my shoulders to my lower back, massaging me sensually while I took Mikes forceful fucking. We came together, a writhing, humping, ball of frenzied flesh. My body soared in ecstasy, milking every drop of man juice from their throbbing cocks. I collapsed flat onto the couch as Mike gently covered my ass and tortured pussy with soft kisses while Kent stroked my hair, gently kissing my neck and back. This is incredible, I thought, I want more!
" You are incredible baby," Kent said. " You were born for this!"
Leaning on Kent's chest, I felt Mike's lips against mine and kissed him back smoothly.
“Did it meet expectations baby?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said. Thank you!"
As his hands glided over her skin he marveled at the colors. A deep brown color with so many variations. The baby oil brought out darker shadows and golden hues so that she almost seemed to scintillate under his touch.
His hands slid down and cupped one of her breasts, squeezing it gently and allowing it to slowly slide out of his hands. Her breasts were naturally big so they pillowed out so sexy as he allowed it to fall back to rest. He grasped the other and smoothed oil over it and especially over the dark brown aureola. It's color deepened to almost a mahogany tint.
He leaned down and gently bit her nipple and she gasped, unable to move away because of the ties on her hands that bound her to the posts on the bed. She whimpered as he allowed it slide between his teeth and go free. She was breathing heavy and smiling, enjoying the tease almost as much as he enjoyed doing it.
Allowing his hands to explore further down he coated her belly with the slippery oil. The sensation of his fingers sliding so easily over her made him grin. As he rubbed the oil over her sides she giggled and squirmed and he started to laugh. There was no where for her to go to. . .she was staying in place. He continued until she could barely breath and then allowed her to rest.
He loved the way his white hands looked on her skin, such a sexy contrast. He slid them further down and parted her thighs. She tried to rotate her hips so he could play with her pussy but he ignored it and began to tickle her inner thighs, teasing her to a frenzy.
Her lips were swollen and pouty, opened slightly in arousal. He could see their dark color giving way to a deep pink pussy inside. s he continued to rub her inner thighs, working his way ever close to her pussy, a drop of cum spilled out of her lips and ran down the crack of her ass. She wiggled and more followed. She was so wet . . . the come was actually puddling up under her ass cheeks now.
He leaned forward and blew hot breath on her pouty lips, not touching but so close she could feel him. He waited and watched as she tried to push her hips forward to make contact. He smiled an evil grin and waited.
Finally she gave up with a groan and a whine and lay still. Just as she thought she was going to be teased forever and not given release, his tongue slid into her and he started sucking on her pussy.
She had not expected it and was in mid breath when he began to eat her. She sucked in hard and felt her head go slightly dizzy as he began to suck and lick her, shaking his head back and firth as he nibbled her inner folds like a rabid dog.
The noise. . .the noises he made as he licked and sucked her closer and closer to orgasm were incredible. Growls and moans and lots of wet sloppy sucking sounds. The sound of him enjoying her filled her ears and she moaned in unison with them. She felt herself beginning to shake all over.
She got closer and closer to coming, she ground her pussy against his face, gritting her teeth and wanting nothing more then to shower his face with come. Then his fingers slid into her. She hadn't expected that either and the feeling of them reaching deep into her and then sliding out was more then she could take.
She was coming and he wouldn't even slow down, her entire body was on fire and still he finger- fucked her and sucked her until all the sensations and noises merged. She felt the growls and the moans and heard the fingers spreading her open. She heard herself screaming as her orgasm intensified.
Still, he didn't stop. he kept on with more and more. She couldn't take any more. She was so hypersensitive that every touch was almost painful it felt so good. His tongue probed into her along with his fingers, she could feel him actually sucking her come out of her pussy. She screamed. . .
She was laying in a pool of her own come. Her ass wet and sticky, her body oily and slippery. His fingers slid over her skin and she moaned loud. Every touch was so powerful now. She shivered and an after quake went through her, a tiny climax. He was kissing her all over. Her body had not stopped burning, she was just going slowly numb it felt so good.
She tried to grab his hair and remembered that her hands were tied. She whimpered, couldn't remember how to speak and moaned for his attention. She heard him laugh and he nipped her left nipple. She squealed and wiggled at the sensation and then slumped back. He couldn't move any more.
He allowed her to rest then. Finally just the warmth of his body against her, the feel of his naked flesh pressed tight on her. She drifted at the edge of her thoughts, her body still shaking. He kissed her neck and she smiled and slowly drifted off to sleep.
He sat back and looked at her there. her skin oiled and glistening. Sweat making tiny droplets on her and trickling down her breasts and belly. She was smiling as she slept. He let his hand gently trace her body and sighed, he loved the look of polished ebony.
Annika made the final adjustments to her makeup and wondered what Bob had in store for their Valentine's Day date tonight. Frankly, she didn't expect much. Sure, Bob was a great guy, and they got along well, but the man was born without a romantic bone in his body. His idea of a perfect evening seemed to involve a plate of Nachos and a Farrelly Brothers DVD.
The mirror reflected her mouth as it twisted in a wry smile. He probably would have completely forgotten Valentines if she hadn't given him several large hints about it. The well-placed jewelry catalogue didn't get his attention as much as her loud musings about lingerie, but it had worked out well enough in the end.
"Happy Valentines Day," he'd told her on the phone this morning, a smile in his voice. "Let's do something special tonight."
Annika fervently hoped that "something special" didn't involve organized sports.
The doorbell rang. She hurriedly smoothed her hot pink dress, checked herself in the mirror and moved across the living room to the door.
She opened it to find Bob standing there holding a huge bunch of pink carnations, his face lit up by an eager smile that belied the intense look in his eyes. She couldn't help grinning back at her boyfriend of six months. He'd never bought her flowers before. This could be the start of something wonderful.
He quickly stepped into the room and raised a finger to her lips. "No talking," he said. She raised her eyebrows in surprise as he reached down and took her hand. With a flourish he raised it to his lips, brushing her knuckles with a gentle kiss. "Madam, I come to give you pleasure," he said. "I am your servant."
Annika smiled at his dramatics, wondering what he had planned, and allowed herself to be led to the couch.
He continued to hold her hand, caressing it gently as they sat down.
"Anni," he said in a low voice, "I know I can be a bit of an idiot sometimes, but I want you to know how special you are to me. This last six months have been the best time of my life. Thank you."
"I want to touch you, to taste you. I want to lick your pussy so much..."
Annika felt a tightness in her throat. This was the most romantic thing he'd ever done. She felt a little guilty at her previous negative thoughts. She leaned over and kissed him, her lips hungry for his touch. He responded with a hard eagerness and she could feel the emotion behind his kiss. She opened her mouth to his probing tongue, and felt a sudden tension between her legs.
Bob pulled back and looked into her eyes. "And I want you to know that I think you're beautiful. I can't get enough of you. Just thinking about being with you makes me forget what I'm supposed to be doing. It's a real problem at work. I imagine your nipples and next thing I know I've been standing there for five minutes doing nothing."
She laughed and cupped his face with her hands.
"I can't stop thinking about your body," he continued huskily. "I want to touch you, to taste you. I want to lick your pussy so much. Let's not go out tonight, baby. I want to fuck you, right now."
Annika had been growing wetter with every word. She nodded eagerly, pulling him to her again and kissing him hard.
He pulled her dress down and began to lick her nipples, swirling his tongue around the aureole. She moanedand threw her head back in pleasure.
"So perfect, so perfect…" he whispered as he removed her dress and inched her panties down over her thighs. She watched him take off his clothes, and found herself looking at his body with lust. She loved his strong biceps, his tight butt, and his lovely long cock. It gave her shivers just anticipating the feel of it inside her. It always filled and stretched her, making her cry out for more.
He pushed her back on the couch and pushed her legs open, taking a moment to admire her pussy. He kissed her mound lovingly, and then pushed his wet, soft tongue between her folds, finding her clit and licking it with practiced ease.
She writhed in pleasure, whimpering as he tongued her to the very edge of an orgasm, her breath coming in short gasps. Suddenly he stopped, grinning.
Bob shifted position, moving over her and gliding his hardness into her wet, waiting cunt. He leaned forward to kiss her, and they moved together, slowly at first, and then with increasing speed. Annika reached down and caressed her throbbing clit. It only took a few strokes before her long-delayed orgasm crashed over her and she cried out with pleasure.
Bob kept pumping through her climax, watching her face as the joy subsided. "I love how you look when you come," he said.
She simply smiled and pulled him down to her, kissing him. He began to fuck her harder now, until finally, he stiffened and spent himself inside her.
Annika sighed, glorying in the afterglow and the weight of her lover in her arms. After a few moments he moved beside her, and they dozed together.
She woke to find him gone and her chest strewn with flowers. Part of her wondered if it had all been a pleasant dream until she noticed the handwritten note on the coffee table.
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A story I wrote as told to me by my young friend Kellie
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Posted:Sep 15, 2016 4:44 pm
Last Updated:May 22, 2024 8:24 am
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GOOD GIRLS DO
Hey, I'm Kelli, some say I'm just a free spirited, hot, young babe. Others, the jealous ones, aren't so kind. They say I'm promiscuous, you know, sleep around. I say they're just not getting as much as they want. Here on the west coast the sun is bright, the attitude easy and sex? Well let's just say we have a slightly more liberal take on the big nasty than most of the heartland. I'm young, uninhibited ,and believe life is made to be enjoyed and meant to be lived to its fullest.
That brings me to a more sensitive subject, you see I've never been in love, I mean not really, sure I've crushed hard, had more than my share of boys ( and men) but never felt that special attachment. Connection for me is momentary, taking place mostly through the groin. Hey don't judge me, I really do love guys and enjoy an occasional girl crush, but never even been close to finding "the one." Ok, this is the truth. I'm more like a guy than a girl! I'm not the kinda girl who picks up random strange men for sex but I always have a couple, or maybe sometimes slightly more, boy friends that I enjoy hanging with. That's not entirely true, I have lots and lots of really hot sex with those lucky guys but not much else. You might say I use my guy friends for sex. Don't get me wrong, they get plenty when they get me! I love sex! I love male bodies and those certain parts, GOD! Can't seem to get enough. Is that bad? Either way I'm not changing till I feel like it. I'm driving over to Tom’s place as we speak. Can't wait, tall, built, model good looks and HUNG! Told you I'm the reverse of a guy but also the exact mirror image, sure I objectify and rate men's bodies, that's how I know what I want! He met me at the door, barely made it inside, that's the good thing about being a bad girl, cut to the chase, dispose of the preliminaries, clothes thrown as we fell to the floor, I took off and flew before we had a chance to say hello. In every room in the house, we rubbed the finish off the corners of every piece of furniture, with every possible contortionistic, pretzel twisting position imaginable. We fell onto the bed from sheer exhaustion. I'm laying on his chest ( like a good girl). That's about it for now, signing off, sweet dreams, goodnight!
Waking up after last night's dizzying trail of body shaking orgasms, I'm sore, but wanting more. I'm off to the shower to wake myself up and bathe my kitty. When I come back, he’s rock hard lying on the bed, looking like he wants to eat me alive.
"Hey sexy girl, I've been dreaming about you."
"O yeah? please share."
"It's really kinky stuff but I woke ready."
"You were born ready, now tell me about this dream."
"Ok, but remember, you insisted!"
"You were a young, beautiful maiden walking in the forest when you came across me, a centaur, looking for somewhere to deposit my man seed. I mesmerized you and before long had you pinned against a rock with your dress pulled up around your waist. I stroked you savagely from behind with my man shaft while you stared wide eyed, hands against the rock, moaning and groaning."
"Oh, that's quite shocking and explicit, so you like the idea of me being taken savagely by a huge bone huh? You’re a naughty little boy."
I slid onto the bed, lying on my back as he grabbed the restraints from last night, tying my wrists and ankles to the bedposts. I’m vulnerable, exposed, knowing I’m about to get nailed hard but I like the weak, submissive feeling it gives me. Climbing on top of me, he feeds his tool into my mouth, I suck excitedly, secretly turned on by his kinky dream.
Hips thrust, tongues swirl, moans escape our lips, excitement between us builds. I feel his rock throb, wanting to stroke my wet sex. Leaning down, he runs his tongue from my clit, down my slit, tonguing my depths.
I squirm, struggling to break free of my ties. I moan, raw sensation overwhelming me, I can’t breathe. His tongue swirls over my backside, teasingly.
Fingers dance on my hot button, jumping with excitement I cry out, moaning with hot passion. His fingers moved expertly on my spot, I need to come, feel myself brimming, close but so far away, I shudder, exhaling frustratedly.
His tongue dives deeper, more insistent.
“You want to come don't you baby?”
Pushing fingers deeply inside my box, as others play my clit.
“Come for me, Baby, I want you to come hard for me.”
Arching my head, I cry out in orgasm, open mouthed, coming hard. My moans echo through the air, he gives me a triple orgasm, keeps going as if he can’t get enough of me.
Gasping, breathing hard, I squirm as he climbs up, sliding into me. I grip him, pulling him deeper, hungry to feel him fully inside me. He thrusts slowly, pulling in and out with gentle, teasing motions. Gasping each time he stabs me, I shudder with pent up emotion.
He thrusts faster, deeper inside me, stretching me. I feel his ungodly thickness inside me, throbbing, aching to fill me with seed. He pounds faster, harder, I'm ready to come again. His intensity Is exciting and scary. I exploded, coming hard for him again as he feels me contracting around him. I let go, shaking to the core as he bursts. I lie on his chest, running my fingers through his hair.
We must have slept for quite a while. I look over at him, he's smiling, and as always, rock hard. Removing my panties. I sit up suddenly, gripping his hair, pushing his face into my wetness. I soak him, hunching softly. Running his fingers up my legs, he pulls me closer. His tongue dives into me, swirling my button. Spreading my legs, he moves faster as I moan, goosebumps cover my skin.
Pressing my clit into his face, I ache for him, pressing him hungrily into me. Turning my hips toward him, his hand moves between my legs, sliding inside me. My knees shake, trying to stay vertical, loving the feeling of being eaten while standing with my legs wide apart, trembling. He flicks his tongue, lips against my hard spot.
“God o god!” I cry, close to orgasm.
He works me fast, then slow, hard, then softly, driving me crazy with desire. Suddenly he switches tactics, keeping the pressure steady on my clit and doesn't let up. I stiffen, arching, my body paralyzed by sensory overload, jerking in forceful spasms. I'm falling over a cliff, weightless, stomach in my throat, the air pulled violently from my lungs. He holds me in place, continuing his blistering tongue lashing as I explode again and again. Releasing as waves of tension crash, breaking inside me. He moans, tasting me as I soak his face, he sucks savagely, swallowing all of my sweet come. Stepping back, I let go of his hair and stare at his handsome, masculine face, glistening with juice.
The following week we did it again. Can someone say encore? Thank you! I just did a sassy, improper curtsy in my mind's eye.
Walking towards the bedroom, he climbs on the bed as I tie and blindfold him, slipping on a cock ring made of surgical tubing. I cinch it tightly. He swells massively, every vein in his cock bulging, rock hard, he squirms as his cock spasms.
"Please have mercy on me baby! My tool feels itchy and achy and like its gonna explode."
"You're a big boy, you can handle it, I thought you wanted me to take it really big and hard, remember your dream! I'm just helping you with your fantasy baby."
Straddling his tortured purple cock, brushing the aching head lightly against my soaking slit, I move my hips, barely touching his rock, making him squirm.
"Please baby, for god's sake, have mercy!"
"Ladies first, I giggle, I wanting my man mad with lust before he Impales me against the rock."
Rolling my hips faster and faster, I let the thickness of his cock rub my clit as I bite my lip, swallowing hard.Our breathing becomes ragged as I move quicker, ever faster, driving him over the top, He growls, struggling back an orgasm. I'm burning watching his torture, I come hard, jerking my head backwards, soaking him with slickness. Flashing him a wicked smile, I lower myself on his needy rod.
" Oh God," I quiver and shake, stretching, forcing myself down on his agonizingly hard prick.
Grinding my hips, I enjoy the feel of him, deep and unforgiving, hard inside me, my clit frenzied from the relentless friction of his cock.
Picking up speed, I lift myself slowly, before slamming back onto his rock. I ride him hard as he cries out, I stroke him faster, feeling pressure building inside me, screaming each time I impale myself, each thrust bringing me closer to orgasm. We ride up the long hill together, taking turns, lifting each other higher and higher, reaching the top, we implode into each other, gasping, choking back sobs of release, sweating, grinding, gasping for air, swelling impossibly large he bursts, filling me with hot seed.
I walk into the hotel, he’s already there. It’s been a month since we’ve seen each other, I sense we won't be talking, at least not at first. Stripping quickly, I climb onto the bed as he pulls me to the edge. Probing quickly between my folds, he sucks hard on my button. His tongue flicking against my clit, making me moan for more. Taking his middle finger, he fucks me slowly, teasingly, one finger turning to two, pushing inside me, working my deep sex. My twat grips him tightly, close to release. I shudder, calling out his name, begging him. His tongue swirls, sucking me between his lips, again and again, I buck my hips, orgasming, drenching him with wetness as I let go. I grip the sheets, body locked, eyes bulging, releasing, feeling like I just touched the face of God.
I lean down, his tongue lashes into my mouth. I give myself to him, he fills me, stretching me fully, I'm engorged on his thickness! groaning, we move together, ever higher.
He slams into me, hips meeting, I buck upward into him. Bottoming out, pube to pube, he strokes faster, bringing me squirming but closer, feeling so naughty, I love feeling wild and free, It’s exactly what I need and want. Running my nails across his shoulders, I grip his booty, grinding against him.
"So deep! God, in so deep, unghh!"
Squeezing my thighs, stroking hard, feeling him moving with me, we're one flesh. Nails digging deeper, moaning his name, coming, crying out without shame, not caring who hears me. Stroking me hard, fucking me senseless,he groans, filling me, exploding inside my cunt. I take all of it, all of him, everything spilling out from this man, I swallow, insatiable, lifting my hips, I'm in a special place now, beyond words, just me and the emptiness, riding the cresting wave.
The room smells like sex. Breathing deeply, closing my eyes, I smile, reliving the intense moments, studying the ghostly images of our passion burned into the walls. Breathing out wistfully, hating to leave, I turn to go. He's already gone, had a meeting, rode me hard, put me up wet and I loved every second!
I sat in my car, driving. Blasting Maroon Five, rolling down the windows, driving faster, carefree, unpredictable, an outlaw. I have the sudden urge to “DO” everybody on the planet. I see humanity as a writhing ball of potential sex partners. I’m flying down the highway, the beach on one side, palm trees on the other, just driving. Singing along, fantasizing of Adam Levine and what I'd do to his dreamy tatted up body right now. I'd swallow him whole, head to toe with one gulp, suck off all the juice, pop him out of my mouth and throw away the bone! Next !
I don't deny, sometimes wondering what it’d be like to love, have a relationship, coming home to the same man, dating, fighting, making up, sex with just him day after day but I love my freedom, doing as I please, answering to no one.
Arriving home, it’s late, the sun is setting, I watch spellbound as spectacular warm rays of sunlight disappear one by one, swallowed up by the ravenous horizon, so sad and beautiful!
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Midnight Love in the dark hall
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Posted:Sep 15, 2016 4:23 pm
Last Updated:May 22, 2024 8:24 am
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Beyond sunset, into the fading twilight, through the element of air, past the far flung processes of thought. Gathering in the shadows, silently, gazing with shaded eyes. Not a premonition, not even a subtle sign for the senses, soundless, secret instincts discerning all without so much as a tremble. Kicked into action with a slick need, enveloped in a cloud of desire, shock and awe, lightning followed by deafening thunder. Base passion, the elements of fire, striking like an awful thing, ashen, words reaching slowly raising to the ear. With a face full of flaming eyes hidden in her hands. She stared till her presence filling the room became intolerable. Understanding she must either choose to leave or give herself fully to him. She walked down the hall in her sleeping gown resolute with fire in her groin waiting for the moment. Her body glowed backlit in the moonlight. Her form curvy, voluptuous, made for the satiation of lust. He grabbed her suddenly by the hips and pushed her into the wall. She stiffened, pushing back with her hands against the wall, grinding savagely against his rigid bone. He tore open the back of her gauzy gown and plowed rudely and deeply into her. She groaned and matched his pace as his balls slapped noisily against her clit with each thrust. She spread her legs wider, steadying herself. He jack hammered her relentlessly as she started screaming.He put his hand over her mouth and pulled her head back while continuing to nail her to the wall. Her cunt spasmed and contracted viciously as he exploded deep within her. Her legs quaked as she came again and again, groaning inarticulately. He slammed her against the wall, filling her with hot jiz as he collapsed against her back breathless.
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SYNCHRONICITY
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Posted:Sep 15, 2016 2:02 am
Last Updated:Sep 15, 2016 5:48 am
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SYNCHRONICITY
‘THERE ARE NO ACCIDENTS’
See what you’ve done to me !
But no, how could you?
You‘re just a phantom in my mind
But I’ve seen you! your image
You moved me, without touching
I almost felt your breath, hot, moist
As you sat close to me, breathing
Our breasts rising and falling in unison
Pheromones are making us drunk
With want, sick with desire
Your feminine scent is maddening
Your near thoughts are racing close to mine
Swaying provocatively, sexily
Just beyond the edge of consciousness
What is this spell, this seduction?
Tempting me to forget everything
For one sweet intense moment
Where the unmet force of all
My longings, groan for recognition
And beg for fulfillment
Is it so wrong to yearn
For a deeper ecstasy, to suck
The hidden nectar, to experience
Being ALIVE, fully unrepentantly Alive
Every fiber of my being glowing!
I see your curvaceous form
Softly swaying, luring me
Yet staying always one step away
I long to bite your lip, hard
Tasting the stinging saltiness
Taking you in heated embrace
Overcoming your hesitancy
The mingled breath of intoxication
Wafting upward through our skulls
Burrowing deep into gray matter
Is Making us giddy, dizzy, afraid
Of losing control
The primal urges crouch
Burning out of control, scorching
Flesh, burned by fevered hands
Fire walkers following secret rules
Lest we turn to ash
Surrendering to deep need
Kneading pleasured flesh
Slick with the wetness
Of communions sweat
Sliding, merging
Tongues fighting for control
Hands desperately pulling closer
Deeper, searching, aching
Struggling for something
Unnamed and unknown
But real nonetheless
Our arched cries bearing
Witness to a deeper need
Than we dare admit,
Groaning hoarsely, ancient rhythms
Rise and fall,shuddering for release
Your pointed need raking my chest
As we strain, each gasping breath
We’ve given way completely now
Flying freely over the sea
The pounding native drums punctuating
Our hot struggle
Sounds of the ocean crashing in our ears
All is wetness and heat
As guttural groans escape
Your eyes gazing behind us
Into nothingness,
Stiffening Shivering violently,
Stillness Overtakes us
As you stare
Bewildered,
Anxiously
Into My eyes,
Who are you?
Stranger,
Bearer of gifts
Showing up unawares
Waking the sleeping God and Goddess
Crashing rudely into my world
My neat, tidy predictable world
Throwing askew, out of kilter
With dangerous new possibility
But then I’ve been waiting
If I’m totally honest, a long time
For you to show up suddenly
A gradually dawning awareness
Popping rudely into the open
You see, I called you from my depths
Violently in need, not knowing
Where to turn, because my true needs
No, my true dissatisfied self
Refused to be denied!
Then splashing loudly
We leap into the deep blue
As wave after wave washes
Over our laughing, sobbing form
Smiling In gratitude at the magnitude
The random kindness
Of our shared gift
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THE WATERFALL
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Posted:Sep 15, 2016 1:40 am
Last Updated:May 22, 2024 8:24 am
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I watched her all day, her tall lithe body, perfectly tanned and toned, walking behind her, staring at her curvy butt moving inside her tight Khaki shorts. A real beauty with Scandinavian ancestry, long white blond hair and clear blue eyes. She teased me all day as I hiked behind her sometimes inches from her luscious rear. I wanted to reach out and touch her but knew I couldn't, that only made it harder. We climbed up an almost vertical hill to the top of a ridge, her fine booty hanging almost in my face at times like some kind of succulent forbidden fruit. We stopped at the top of and discovered a waterfall on the other side. Celeste drank water from the canteen as I watched her perky firm breasts move up and down with each gulp. My eyes drank her curves, built like an hourglass, tall but voluptuous. She radiated that outdoorsy casual nonchalance typical of granola girls. I knew if she desired, she'd do me and not think twice about it. Just a nice friendly, frantic scrub in the weeds till she lifted off, then back to the trail as if nothing happened.
"Come on," she commanded, bouncing ahead, down the trail to the base of the waterfall. I gazed at her watching her flex and jiggle all the way. She sat down on a large flat rock as water cascaded, thundering behind her. Arching her back, she stretched with hands over her head showing off the contours of her full breasts. She looked at me, giving me a strange wistful gaze. Celeste yawned loudly and lay back on the rock, pulling her legs up, exposing her crotch and beautiful bottom. I saw the perfect outlines of her clean, neat package. She's one of those girls you just know will be squeaky clean. Turning her head to the side, she smiled at me.
"Too bad Becca's missing out on such a pretty day."
"Yea," I said. Feeling a twinge of guilt.
" Do you think Becca would mind if we got to know each other a little better?"
I shook visibly startled, Becky was my girlfriend and Celeste's best friend. She wasn't feeling well but insisted we go hiking without her. I always secretly desired a taste of Celeste's sexy body but this felt awkward.
" What do you mean?"
"Just come here and let me lean against you, I bet you make a great pillow."
"Ok," I said moving close to her, placing my hand on the rock behind her back.
Celeste leaned into me with her head against my shoulder, conforming her body perfectly to mine.
" Don't be shy Preston, I know you think I'm hot." She leaned her head looking at my crotch, idly touching my chest with her fingertip. "
"Well just do it this one time and Not tell Becca, ok?"
I felt my member stirring as I took a deep breath, shifting my legs.
She looked up at me coyly, slowly licking her lips.
I shifted my weight, looking Celeste in the eyes.
" You know I want to Celeste but I don't know."
She looked down and rubbed my package, "Mmmmmmmmmm she moaned," squirming a little.
" Truthfully Preston, I've wanted you for a long time. You're a dreamboat with a smokin hot body and I'm sick of hearing Becca brag about how hot you make her and the incredible orgasms she has with you! I really want to see this tool of yours she raves on and on about. She says she couldn't take it all until your third time together. I've been thinking about your rock all day and I'm horny as hell, damn it!" She rubbed my hardening tool, aggressively kneading the hard shaft.
"Damn," she said, shaking her head as if trying to clear her mind.
Celeste stood, quickly taking her clothes off.
“I’ve been dying to get you alone all day Preston, dreaming of having you nail me with your big shaft!"
Undoing and pulling off her shirt and bra, she tore at the button, unzipping her shorts.
I pulled my shirt and undershirt over my head tossing them to the ground as her shorts came off and she slid down her thong panties. She stood naked with the sun gleaming off her sexy tight and toned body watching me pull my jeans down. Dropping to her knees she grabbed one leg helping me take them off. Breathing hard, she grabbed my boxers, yanking them down my legs hurriedly smacking my bottom and said, “OMFG your body is amazing, running her fingertips lightly over the ripples of my hard washboard abs. She grabbed my tool, inhaling suddenly, biting her lip, jerking mechanically up and down, breathing raggedly, her face flushing bright red.
"How big is that thing," she marveled, barely able to reach fully around my thick shaft.
"My box is dripping, I want you so freaking bad. I've had to hear so much about it and how good it is!"
I rolled over and like a wild woman, Celeste jumped on top of me tonguing and kissing passionately, covering my face and chest with hot wet kisses. Her tongue probed deeply into my mouth as she rolled it around my tongue. We took turns sucking each others tongues as our lips mashed hungrily together.
My rod swelled hard as hell, rubbing against her squirming body as her breasts pressed against my chest. She crawled up on me, shoved her breasts into my face, demanding, “Suck my nipples!”
I sucked her nipples, squeezing them between my fingers as she moaned loudly.
"Mmmmmmm, pinch them harder, hurts so good, ahhhhhhhhh!"
Her wet sex ground against my stomach as she squirmed. I ran my fingers down her back tracking the contours of her amazingly sexy body, caressing her butt cheeks, slowly down the insides of her thighs, across the back of her crotch finding their way to her wet sex.
I gently separated her lips and slid my finger inside, finding her soaking. She crawled onto my face burying her snatch. I licked her as she ground hard into my face. My face dripped from my chin to the end of my nose. I slid one finger into her finding her “g” spot, rubbing as I sucked her lips, licking her button.
She writhed saying, “Oh yes - Oh yes!” over and over again, “Oh yeah that's the spot oh yeah right there!”
She lifted her torso off my face, violently shoving my head down with one hand. She fell backwards laying on my legs, squeezing her legs together tightly, pushing down hard on her thighs, stomach muscles tightening in spasms.
She barely got the words out, “damn! damn! You made me come so hard!” “Oh god that was good!”
She lay there for minute looking at me, sat up with her knees spread wide giving me a devilish grin. She bent over swallowing my rock, keeping her eyes glued on mine. She sucked hard, licking the top and all the way down to my balls. Spreading my legs wide she buried her face underneath my crotch, licking and tonguing, slowly making her way back up the length of my long tool, nibbling the tip.
" God I want it deep in me Preston!"
She crawled on top of me forcing her wet kitty down onto my shaft, impaling herself, engulfing my cock as she gasped steadying herself with her hand.. Her sex felt incredible, silky warm, rippling over my package.. She ground me, groaning, slamming me hard in the cowgirl position as her eyes rolled back and she moaned loudly. Her long hair fell into my face as she stared deeply into my eyes, scrubbing herself roughly back and forth against my groin, hands on my chest, breathing in short gasps. She slid side to side with a circular motion, grinding, using her hands to balance and lift herself up and down. My thick cock slammed violently in and out of her as she rode me agitatedly, struggling for release.
I watched my rock going in and out, pulsing as she soaked me with her slick juice. I grabbed her laying her on her back, pushing her legs wide apart, slamming her missionary. Taking her legs by the ankles, I pushed them high into the air, stroking her fast and hard, smacking against her cheeks with a loud, wet, slapping noise. She squealed, squirming underneath me, breathing loudly, begging me to screw her hard.
"O God Yesssss, Do me, Yeesssss!"
Spasming, arching backwards, screaming, she came violently, thrashing in bright agony. I slowed down, rotating my torso slightly as I pushed deeply into her.
I turned her over, slapping her bottom as she raised up on all fours while we stroked doggystyle. I grabbed her long hair, pulling gently but firm.
“I like that!” she exclaimed, “pull my hair harder, pound me hard!” She cried, “oh hell yes! Screw me harder!"
I turned her back, nailing her missionary position slamming into her hot wet box. I stroked her hard and deep as she grabbed my butt cheeks firmly with both hands pulling me into her.
She said, “I want to look into your eyes as you come in me!”
“I’m coming!” I grunted.
She loved it, yelling, “Come hard, come in me hard!”
Celeste bucked, raising her pelvis upward, locking her legs. She turned her head violently side to side, hunching viciously, coming explosively. She grunted, sweating as I felt her tight pussy milking my rod. We came hard, collapsing on the rock, lying naked in the afternoon sun as the water rushed and thundered around us. Catching my breath, I reached over her, grabbing a water bottle out of my pack and opened it. We took turns drinking sips as she lay her head on my chest. It felt so good lying with my arm around her. I was falling for her.
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our fist full swap
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Posted:Sep 11, 2016 8:43 am
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“What would you guys like to drink,” asked Jace.
“We don't really know,” said Thom, “just order something for us.”
Jace ordered four screaming orgasms as a joke, they enjoyed a much needed laugh.
Isn't it amazing how a little alcohol takes the edge off, helping everyone relax and be more themselves? They drank, becoming comfortable, talking like a group of old friends. After all, they had swinging in common and their upbringings were very similar. After two more rounds of screaming orgasms, everyone relaxed, sitting a little lower in their seats. Without warning, Julie turned toward Chaz giving her a full on the lips, passionate kiss with lots of tongue action. Their gorgeous lips locked together for a full two minutes. The guys sat rock hard, laughing nervously as the girls broke their kiss, breathless and gasping.
“Wow! That was awesome,” said Chaz. “You're an amazingly passionate woman Julie and you taste good too.”
“Chaz I'm sorry, must've been the alcohol,” said Julie with a shaky voice, red faced and embarrassed by her sudden impulsiveness.
Don't you dare apologize to me! I'm dizzy with pleasure, said Chaz.
Julie folded her body into Thom, grabbed his arm, hiding her face.
“Julie, please stop it, “said Chaz. “Didn't you enjoy kissing me?”
“Yes very much, but I don't understand what happened. I just felt this overwhelming desire to kiss your beautiful lips. I'm calming down now. I'll be alright.”
“Hey don't forget about us," said the guys, practically in chorus.
“Why don't we switch places Thom," suggested Jace.
"Good idea Jace," Thom said as they settled in beside each other's wives.
Chaz glanced at Thom with a lusty glint in her eye molding her body perfectly against his.
Julie turned facing Jace stroking his cock through his pants. Her face flushed crimson as she looked down nervously, biting her lip. Her voice shook as she whispered in his ear.
“I've never touched another man before, Jace. I'm feeling sick with desire. I want you inside me soon, “said Julie. She looked into Jace's face with a guilty look but jerked his cock lustily.
What a turnaround, thought Jace. Maybe it's just beginners luck or she's fibbing about her lack of experience but Julie seemed to be the one moving things along.
She had to touch it. To know if it was real. Chaz gazed at the unbelievable bulge in Thoms pants growing before her eyes, snaking slowly down his leg. She sucked in her breath, reaching out, closing her fingers tightly around his massive rod, working her hand slowly along its full length, all the way back to his groin. Like she was trying to convince herself it was real and attached. It was, she practically peed herself thinking about him inside her. Jace stared at Julie's smooth opened thighs as she stroked him. He slipped his hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy through her wet panties.
“O god Jace, Julie moaned, I've never been touched by another man,” she breathed raggedly in his ear stroking him more urgently.
“Wait,” said Jace, “we need to go to our room. Were starting to attract attention.”
They stood, breaking Chaz and Thom's sex crazed daze. Leaving together they walked hurriedly to their room. Girls led the way, leaning forward, twisting side to side in their heels, taking them by the hand, pulling Thom and Jace behind them like reluctant boys. Jace opened the door and barely had time to close it as Chaz and Julie pulled them onto the bed. The girls lay side by side on their backs on the king sized bed, hungrily pulling the men on top of them. Chaz grabbed Thoms buttocks pulling him into her, grinding her groin against him, kissing and tonguing him as he returned her kisses. Julie freed Jace, rubbing him achingly against her. Shaking, feverish with lust, desperate to feel another man inside her. Pulling her panties to one side she guided him in. Jace entered her quick and deeply, the second man to be inside her. Giddy and overcome with pleasure, she enjoyed the deliciousness of strange flesh opening her private space, moving inside her. He moved forcefully in and out of her as she shuddered and groaned. Grabbing her top, he tore it open, popping buttons, freeing her breasts. She arched backwards, groaning as he cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples firmly while grinding deeply inside her, moving in wide circles. Lost on a stormy ocean, she floated agitatedly upon a raging sea of pleasure and desire as Jace worked her sex into a frenzy. Grabbing Jace's head by the hair, groaning into his ear, she worked her hips back and forth in rhythm with him.
“O god Jace," Julie shuddered. “Jace fuck me, o god fuck me harder,” she whispered.
Julie bit his earlobe, squealing, thrashing wildly as she came, enjoying her first orgasm with a man other than Thom.
“O Jace, god, Jace, god I want you so bad!” Julie said, pelvis shaking, her womb contracting powerfully against his body.
“ OH, oh , god, yes Jace,” she moaned, covering his face with wet urgent kisses, crushing his face against her breasts, writhing,struggling to catch her breath.
Thom raised up undoing his pants, Chaz quickly rolled her panties down her long legs and off over her heels. Spreading her legs as wide as possible, glaring up at Thom with wild eyed, animalistic lust. Only a couple of days before her period, experiencing a hormonal surge lots of women call their horn days. Thom pushed into her, she stiffened with a blank look on her face, gasping. Spreading her, he entered her fully, Chaz screamed, having her first of many orgasms. He moved steadily inside her, as her astonished sex tugged hot and wet against his flesh.
Jace and Julie made love gently, passionately, tirelessly sexing each other. Chaz came again and again refusing to be satisfied. They woke in each other's arms, bright sunlight streaming into their room. Jace and Julie lay facing each other casually intertwined. Thom was spooning behind Chaz, his morning woody pressing urgently between her naked cheeks. Half waking, aroused by unfamiliar hardness pressing against her, she stirred slightly, soft, feminine, supple and malleable. Wholly other, hard, unmoving, he pressed against her warm flesh, unbending, threatening. That's why she ached for him. Foreign, alien, perfectly complimenting her femininity. Chaz pushed back teasingly, conforming her naked cheeks around his fleshy cock. Julie woke, looking at Jace with large dark pupils. Jace smiled back, noticing the stars in her eyes. Jace had been concerned he'd be unable to satisfy her once he saw how large Thom was. Way off base as usual. It was obvious, Julie had a huge crush on him. She hugged him adoringly.
“Jace,” she whispered in his ear, “you make me feel so good, I feel high on Jace,” she nodded and giggled, brushing the hair out of his face, laying her arms around his neck, scrunching her beautiful face into an adorable smile.
Jace felt uncomfortable. He had a tender heart, concerned about hurting this gorgeous young woman, the last thing he wanted. She seemed to be letting her emotions get involved. That's something he and Chaz hadn't discussed, the possibility of the other couple becoming emotionally entangled with them. Julie was breathtaking, but showed the early warning signs of a stage one clinger. How to disengage and untangle gently without hurting her feelings was the operative question.
Oh my God, thought Chaz, as Thom entered her from behind. I feel like I'm working my foot into a pair of tight pantyhose, except I'm the pantyhose and Thom is stretching me over his foot! “Ungh, oh, oh,”
Grunting as Thom slammed her, white knuckled, gripping the headboard, banking it noisily against the wall, biting her lip till she saw stars.
“God oh god oh god,” Chaz exclaimed, her body shaking, coming, bucking and shuddering. Thom swelled and burst inside her moments later, crushing her flat against the bed, stroking her with her legs closed tightly between his, almost fainting.
Innocence is a virtue as well as a curse. Jace knew there wasn't a way out of this scenario that didn't involve Julie being let down and hurt. He hated to do it but thought it the lesser of evils. After hugs, kisses and promises of let's do this again soon, Jace and Chaz were alone in their room. Jace blocked Julie and Thoms number from both their cell phones, erased all traces and lay on the bed beside Chaz.
With everything that Chaz and Jace experienced, they knew it was too risky to keep any open lines of communications with couples after a liaison. Especially a couple as attractive as Thom and Julie. The group consensus? Everyone had their worlds rocked. It's for the best they never see each other again.
Jace rolled over brushing against Chaz. Filled with feverish lust, he couldn't wait to be inside his sexy wife and Chaz yearned to feel Jace deep inside her. Clawing each other like teenagers fornicating in the backseat of their parents car, It ended quickly, both breathless and satiated. They noticed the same effect after other adventures. Their sexual desire heightened so much that they did it several times per day. Their heightened sexual awareness sometimes lasted for weeks after an adventure. They held each other, reveling in the gift they've been given.
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