ASSume the position...please...
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Posted:Aug 18, 2018 4:45 am
Last Updated:Apr 19, 2024 10:45 pm
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Why anal you ask?
If the last time someone tried anal with you it hurt, it’s because he didn’t do it right…tried to rush into your ass like he was running into a Bes Buy on a black friday deal day. No, no.
If you want to experience the full range of pleasurable feelings possible from anal, you need to be with the right person…someone who wants to go slowly…to savor your physicality…to feast on you like a fine multi-course meal.
Someone like, say….me.
We start with you clothed, standing in front of me while I’m sitting on the sofa. This gives me the chance to just look at and touch you…long, slow strokes up and down your body…the intent being to gently awaken you to what’s coming.
Hands gliding down over the curves your breasts…nipples just beginning to swell. Then down your tummy to the two sensitive little spots just inside each hip…where the Psoas nerve runs up near the surface…watch you twitch from surprise at just how sensitive that area is.
Then, you do a slow turn for me and bring your luscious ass into view…those sweet, fleshy buns of yours forming the warm, deep crevasse in your slacks. Hands just gliding over your curves…touching, furtively probing…
I reach around and unbutton your slacks, slowly lowering them for you to step out of. Perfect…the panties you’re wearing are low slung at the hip. I can’t help but gasp a bit at first sight of your ass, and I feel blood rushing to my groin as I stroke your ass flesh with the tip of my nose. I smell you...warm, moist. A smile crosses my face as a wave of goosebumps flashes over each mound as it anticipates the attention to come.
More touching, stroking, caressing...watching you now start to squirm as your arousal builds. Your panties offer no resistance as they, too, surrender and you step out of them.
You resist, only slightly, when you feel my hands gently spreading your cheeks, and a quick tongue dart sends a quick rush through your body.
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Tongue taps
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Posted:Apr 7, 2018 5:12 am
Last Updated:Apr 19, 2024 10:45 pm
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One of my most favorite pleasuring activities is giving tongue taps...using the tip of the tongue to tap on her anus. I don't go there right away, but prefer saving that for when she's really worked up other tongue-centric actions. Few things really arouse me more than her first reaction if she's never had this before...sort of a combination of surprise (at how good it feels) and pleasure (also from how good it feels).
If she's open and accepting of this, I also love rolling her onto her belly so I can do some serious feasting on her luscious ass.
Ah, rainy day fantasies...
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Ageism
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Posted:Dec 19, 2017 10:32 am
Last Updated:Apr 15, 2018 3:58 pm
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It’s both interesting and disheartening to realize that most people on this site assume (incorrectly I might add) that I am (or should be) out to pasture because I’m 60. Hand geometry (i.e., ring finger longer than index finger - Google it) indicates I got a good dose of testosterone while still in the womb, my dick (and tongue) get hard when needed and, over the past few decades, I’ve learned and honed some very erotic and pleasurable skills. For example, a dick doesn’t have to be hard to be fun…rubbing its spongy head up and down the length of a woman’s clitoris is, from what I’m told, almost unbearably pleasurable. Also, the tip of my nose can produce some pretty pleasurable sensations too. And a few decades worth of muscle memory make my tongue equally fun. However, all people see is my age. Granted, few people in their 60s age/have aged well and, on average, probably deserve the assumption. So how does a guy like me, who most assume to be high 40s to mid 50s, get through the bias?
Now THERE’S the question.
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Ugh
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Posted:Dec 17, 2017 6:29 am
Last Updated:Apr 19, 2024 10:45 pm
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What an education
A few years back, I set up a group here on FriendFinder-x...the whole purpose of which was to discuss a pleasure topic that seems to be of interest (or at least of curiosity) to many folks. As the moderator, I made it very clear that the intent of the group was to be a place where discussions about this topic could take place....people could share their stories, ask questions, give/get advice and tips...where information on the health aspects of this particular practice could be found.
I was very specific about what I considered to be proper conduct for the group...keep it light, keep it fun, keep it informative, but keep the stupid come-ons and inane invitations out. In other words, "hey, guys...keep it in your pants."
I kept pretty close tabs on things for a while...starting, encouraging, or adding to discussion threads, pointing people in the right direction for info, etc. A few popped into the group who were either incapable of understanding plain english or chose to ignore the basic rules, and they were politely advised/reminded of the rules. Some politely retracted their comments, and joined the group discussions in earnest. Others just never came back. There were those who persisted with their idiotic (and almost always misspelled) pleas for sex or hitting on other group members who were promptly banned.
I took a hiatus for a bit, then came back to see how things were going. Jeez...like weeds, the morons had been ignored for so long they'd literally taken over the landscape, and the group discussion list was filled with stupid invitations, insulting comments, and "contributors" who trashed other members for telling them to go elsewhere. There wasn't a hint or whisper of good discussion to be found...the weeds had won. There was no alternative but to disable the group.
I think I now understand what some (most?) of the women on this site have to go through. It doesn't matter how carefully and specifically you state what you are - and are NOT - seeking, you're going to get bombarded by the cretins who think the specs apply to everyone but them.
Apologies for my gender, Ladies.
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Yay Pajamas
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Posted:Dec 17, 2017 6:24 am
Last Updated:Mar 4, 2021 12:15 am
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Now...don't get me wrong...I love bare skin. I love touching it, caressing it, kissing it (and/or sometimes just lightly brushing it with my lips). I love the way skin looks, feels, smells, and tastes.
But there's also a very definite arousal factor that comes from touching someone's body through clothes...especially soft cotton pajamas, with nothing beneath...woof! They don't have to be anything fancy...a plain two-piece cotton pajama set can be so sexy.
I think part of it comes from the fact that, while you know can tell what's under there by the curves, bumps, and creases, it's not in plain sight. The imagination kicks into high gear, filling in the subtle details hinted at by the material's gentle hug on their body. Watching someone walk in cotton PJs can be terribly exciting in and of itself...body parts hidden from view still make their presence known by wiggling, swelling, or catching some of the cotton and holding it between folds. To me, there's little sexier than watching the movement of unfettered breasts or ass cheeks moving beneath cotton.
Where the art of the tease is concerned, simply releasing a couple of buttons on the top and leaning forward can be enough to get the heart beating more quickly. A hint of cleavage, the side of a smooth breast, or naked and exposed navel (and the flesh just at the top of the waistline) can be all it takes.
And from the recipient's point of view, being touched through cotton can be quite exquisite. While it lacks the intensity of fingernails on bare skin, the soft, smooth, effortless glide of fingers over their body still touches some very sensitive places, spins them up into an ever high aroused state, and gives a tasty sample of what's to come.
Yay PJs!
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Birthday Present
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Posted:Dec 17, 2017 6:22 am
Last Updated:Apr 19, 2024 10:45 pm
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It's your birthday, and you're with that one special woman in your life. You're at her home, sitting on the sofa waiting for her when she comes out of her bedroom wearing nothing but a body stocking...sheer black with embroidered flowers, leaves, and vines, very low back, exposed throat and chest - a halter like shape that covers only half of each breast and each tapering into a single tie fastened behind her neck, bare shoulders and arms. Oh yeah...and spike heels...black, 3 inch heels...can't forget those.
She stands in front of you, just outside of arm's reach...not doing or saying anything, mind you...just standing there. She watches for your reaction, the corners of her rosy lips turning upward in a very satisfied smile upon seeing your mouth drop open, your pupils dilate, and hearing something rise up from your chest that sounds vaguely like "oh my god."
You catch a fleeting whiff of her perfume...a scent she chose carefully because of how perfectly it combines with her own body chemistry to produce a chemical note devastatingly irresistible to mortal men. There for a brief moment then gone, her smell plays a taunting game of hide and seek with your senses, further heightening your already aroused state.
She knows she's hit the mark, and that something quite, well, primal - something she wanted to arouse in you - is starting to simmer in the deepest recesses of your brain. She knows that primitive remnant is now fully awake and beginning to transmit signals via your central nervous system to all parts of your body...heart, lungs, adrenal glands, and those special pulses racing down your spine and setting off a chain reaction of events deep in your pelvis.
You reach out for her, ready to simply devour her, but she takes half a step back and whispers "not yet." The whimper from you almost makes her feel pity for what she's doing to you...almost. It's her intention that her efforts at preparing this feast for you do not go wasted. She intends to make sure her image is seared so completely into your brain that the resulting memory will never be overwritten by anyone else.
She stands there, hands on her hips, slowly adjusting her stance by shifting her weight from one leg to the other. Your eyes travel over the contours of her body from her brushed and shimmering hair, down over her face...fixing for a moment on her soft, full lips. Your gaze then moves hungrily down her bare throat to her chest, where the cleavage from her breasts dips beneath the gossamer material stretched loosely over each. The smooth roundness of each is interrupted by fully erect, tightly packed nipples, each straining to poke its way through the flimsy material.
Your eyes instinctively follow the seam down from the lowest part of the chest opening, down over her waist and to the point at which it disappears between her toned, muscular thighs. You're studying the place where it disappears - your mind racing with thoughts of how warm and purely female the scent must be - when she turns, and your breath gets chopped mid-inhale by the view of her back. Her toned shoulders tapering down to a tiny waist, then spreading out slightly to her hips and the cutest butt you've ever seen. Through the embroidered flowers and vines, you can very clearly make out each fleshy mound and the dark cleft dividing them.
She leans forward a bit, cocking her stance first onto one leg then the other to change the shape and view of her scrumptious ass. Clearly, she's tormenting you, turning up the heat on you to raise the lust in you from simmer to full, rolling boil.
She turns again, moves towards you, and sits in your lap...her legs straddling yours, her forearms draped over your shoulders and her fingers clasped around the back of your neck.
"Happy Birthday..." she says as she closes the distance between her mouth and yours, her voice lowered to a sultry half whisper, "...ready to unwrap your present?"
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Comparisons
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Posted:Nov 18, 2017 5:53 am
Last Updated:Apr 19, 2024 10:45 pm
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A lady friend of mine and I were writing, and the subject of men and women came up. She asked me, from my perspective, how I'd describe my gender. Hmm...
I told her we're not that hard to figure out...we're like dogs...scratch our heads, play with us once in a while, and we're content to curl up at your feet and lick your toes. We may growl when neglected, and sulk when we bring our favorite squeaky toy to you and you tell us no...but if we feel wanted and cared for, we'll defend you to the death. And yes...while some of my breed are happier roaming the streets and mounting every tail they see, the rest of us are loyal, and pretty "primary process" (food + sex + play = stay).
Then she asked if I could come up with an analogy of women.
I guess metaphorically, I'd say women are like cars. We men begin our love affair with cars from the first moment we lay our beady eyes on them. We simply can't live without them, and the way our heads swivel back and forth as we try in futile desperation to not miss any that pass by, you'd think our neck vertebrae would've ground down to nothing years ago. They're coveted, they're lusted after, and when the neighbor across the street has a better one, the lust-or frequently dumps his and goes into hock to bring one home that'll outdo that uppity bastard. They're treated with gloves when they're new - fawned over, accessorized, shown off - but as their mileage goes up, they sometimes get less attention.
And though the basic equipment package is the same for all, they come in such a bewildering array of colors, body styles, equipment, and accessories that we're left dazed and confused and have a hard time deciding which one we really want...we started off looking for one just like the one in that ad, then saw that one over there, oh but wait...what about this one...I'd look gooooood with this one!
Some are just so exotic and sexy looking that everywhere they go men (and even a few women) stop dead in their tracks to look. Their sleek, sexy lines and curves scream "thrill" even while standing still, and the owner relishes any and every opportunity to go out and gloat with great delight at the looks of desire and envy, casting those "yeah, eat your hearts out...this baby's aaaaallllllllllll mine" smirks at the less fortunate onlookers. They may look great, but they also require lots of special care and a significant bankroll to maintain.
Others are built for speed....designed from the ground up to produce heart-stopping, white-knuckle, "oh my god!" performance. They're quick on the accelerator and highly responsive, but take a firm hand to control and often end up taking the unprepared (or over-confident) for a ride instead of the other way around. They can be temperamental, unpredictable, break down at the most inopportune moments, and cost a fortune to replace.
Some are rugged and dependable....completely at home in the mountains, at the beach, or a weekend romp in the desert, but not very well behaved in normal every day situations. They're tough...probably a bit banged up from a lot of hard miles (and don't clean up very well - if at all any more), and most likely not suitable to Mother.
Then there are those who hardly get a second look when they go by, if they even get a first one. No frills, basic transportation, just moving from place to place in relative obscurity.
Me? After much consideration, I want something like a luxury SUV....enough rugged reliability to comfortably handle the mountains, snow, and the beach (and still look good dirty), but cleans up so nicely that dressy, classy, formal occasions are done with equal aplomb.
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In the final ANALysis
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Posted:Nov 18, 2017 5:51 am
Last Updated:Apr 19, 2024 10:45 pm
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This is mostly for the guys on this site. Hey...ever wonder why so many of the women on here seem either reluctant or opposed to allowing anal? For many, if not most, it's because they've had bad experiences with it from guys who simply don't know what they're doing.
I suspect that most guys who fall into that category got what they think they know about it from porn flicks in which she's moaning and gyrating while taking it deep and fast (not realizing that she's been prepped and relaxed beforehand).
It's an orifice with two sets of muscles that have to be negotiated...an outer, more easily opened muscular ring, and a much tougher inner ring. It's specifically designed to control OUTflow, not permit INflow. It's not like a pussy...you can't just bore into it with a single, enthusiastic thrust. It has to be relaxed. If it isn't, the pain is so intense that it can bring things to an immediate halt, and make her far less likely to want to try it again with you OR a guy who actually knows what he's doing.
Here's a tip...lube up some fingers or a dildo (if you have one around), and see what it feels like first-hand. If you've never done this sort of thing before and you go too fast, you'll know exactly what it feels like the next time YOU try it on someone. Personally, I think every guy should do some personal experimentation with this so they know how and how NOT to approach this, should the opportunity arise. If it's done right, it's exquisite...for both.
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Here's to you lasses...
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Posted:Nov 6, 2017 4:02 am
Last Updated:Apr 19, 2024 10:45 pm
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We all have our favorite places on the human body...for some it's legs, others prefer breasts. And while those attributes are visually appealing in their own right, for me it's the butt. So being the devout butt man that I am, I wanted to take a moment and express my appreciation for all you women on this site who have a great ass and aren't the least bit hesitant about showing it off. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
It doesn't matter if you're showing it off just because you know you've got a hot ass and like the attention it gets, or you're using it as a lure because it's a part of you that you enjoy getting played with. Those of us men (and probably more than a few women, too) who appreciate a fine ass are grateful to you for putting it out here for us to see and fantasize about and drool over.
I'm not sure I can give an adequate description that does justice to why I'm so enraptured by a nice ass, but there are some of you out here whose ass is simply stunning. Obviously, the shape has a lot to do with it. For me personally, there's just something beautiful about the symmetry of those two soft, round, full, fleshy orbs hanging seductively off your low back. Each luscious mound a carbon copy of its twin sister, and separated by that sweet, humid cleft. I believe my favorite part of the ass are the two creases where the glutes meet the thighs... each is like a treasure trail...follow it, and it leads directly to that most secretive of places...the demure little opening hidden in the dark...forbidden, taboo.
The stills that some of you have posted on this site run the gamut from a simple snapshot, to some very elegantly composed and lighted images in which the interplay between light and shadow tantalizes the mind. In some cases, you're covered completely by snug, form-fitting garments...spandex, a bathing suit bottom, or those gorgeous tight-fittin' jeans. In other cases, you've chosen to only partially reveal it...short-shorts, lacy panties, or a simple thong. And to those of you who've chosen to not hide it at all, but to proudly offer it up for us all to see, bless you.
Why the intense interest in this part of your body? Even the ancient Greeks and Romans had a deep appreciation for a woman's ass. The Greek goddess of beauty, Aphrodite's shapely rounded hemispheres were so deeply worshiped by the Greeks that they built a special temple, the Aphrodite Kallipygos (which literally meant, 'Goddess with the Beautiful Buttocks' ), which is arguably the only religious temple ever built and dedicated to buttock worship.
So, ladies...a most sincere Thank You from me and the rest of us butt men on this site for allowing us to enjoy this most prized ASSet.
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A great kiss...
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Posted:Mar 13, 2015 6:19 pm
Last Updated:Dec 26, 2017 6:24 pm
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A great kiss isn't just a kiss...it's more like mutually masturbating each other's lips, and if they had the same kind of nerve endings as the genitals, an oral-gasm would surely be the result. A great kiss literally ignites the nerves in your face - much the way great oral sex does your entire pelvic area - and simply leaves you breathless. And while it may be happening at your mouth, you feel it down to your toes. It creates a pulse of sensual energy that races through your body like a trapped animal desperately seeking a way out, and with each pass, stopping to roll and tumble deep in the pit of your stomach.
A great kiss has a rhythm to it, much the way great sex does. It might start off with your lips hovering - momentarily pausing only millimeters apart as if savoring the sweet anticipation of that first lip to lip contact. There's that excited exchange of each other's breath, as if tasting the pheromones pouring from their body.
A great kiss starts off light...tentative...exploratory, as if gauging each other's reactions to see if there's going to be another one. If that first introductory kiss was good, an energy starts to build that draws the bodies closer together...a silent invitation for a second, deeper kiss. The second kiss may be one in which the tongues are allowed to play...at first, both being kept on a short leash and permitted only to taste the lips. But once that first taste has been had, the tongues can simply no longer be restrained or kept from seeking out their counterpart.
With a great kiss, you lose track of time and place...the world simply fades into the background, and leaves only the two of you. A great kiss isn't a silent thing...it's accompanied by a soundtrack of gentle moans, and a whimper or two from the realization that inhaling each other to get closer is simply not an option.
But...that's just my opinion…
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Here’s to you lasses, and your sweet, luscious asses!
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Posted:Mar 10, 2015 7:02 pm
Last Updated:Apr 19, 2024 10:45 pm
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There aren’t many other things in this world that, for me anyway, kick my pulse up faster than a beautiful ass. Oh. My. God. There’s just something about the sight of those two fleshy orbs that can damn-near stop me dead in my tracks. It’s like the dogs hearing “SQUIRREL” in the movie “Up.” Decades of active scanning really honed the Remote Ass Detection And Reconnoiter (RADAR) skills (though something tells me this could be the result of some very primal wiring).
Anyway…I digress.
I visually stumbled across a woman on this site (not sure if it’s kosher to use another member’s name, so I won’t) whose profile picture immediately aroused me deeply (I mean deeply as in the groin area - I'm looking at it for inspiration while writing this). Her picture is of her softly lit ass (I’m assuming it’s really hers…you never know on here), laying on her side facing away, with some hip, and a little thigh… Her cheeks have a fleshiness to them that makes them look so soft and inviting. But then, another of her profile pictures is of her back, torso to low thigh, wearing a teal-colored, tight fitting blouse that accents her hips and waist (pulse racing), and those two luscious cheeks partially revealed. She has her right leg slightly cocked at the knee, which dips her right hip and, provocatively, her right cheek.
For a man who deeply appreciates the sight of a great ass (I must be part ancient Greek…they built temples to the goddess Aphrodite who, at least in statuary, has a great ass), her pictures are truly visual treats. I “feel” these images, and the mental imagery they stimulate.
Thank you to her.
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The Art of the Tongue Fuck
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Posted:Mar 10, 2015 4:51 am
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2015 4:09 pm
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I know there aren't many women out there who really enjoy this, but the ones who do, understand.
There's an art form to tongue fucking a woman's ass. Yes, it requires a bit more attention to hygiene than usual. But when a woman truly enjoys this unique pleasure, she looks forward to getting ready for it...the prep becomes the start of the foreplay.
My personal favorite way to start is to softly run the tip of my nose up and down the entire cleft, smelling her from tailbone to pussy lips. Then, just the tip of the tongue...nothing deep at first...just tentative passes. And while this is happening, I love running my hands over her butt cheeks...stroking her from side to side, tailbone to inner thigh.
Once her body tells me she wants more (usually by arching her hips up towards me to open her cheeks), the real pleasure begins. I personally like quick little darts at first...little taps, like politely knocking at the door. Most are a bit shy at first..keeping clenched a bit. But the polite, persistent probing by a warm, wet, eager tongue usually sets her at ease and she opens. I love the feel of my tongue slip in and out of her opening.
I'll stop here for now...let this titillate the imagination....
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