Dirty Little Secret

Okay, I never thought I would be writing again, and for my friends, well this is not the type of blog entry that you would expect from me.

For those few of you that know me well, I occasionally visit a porn site. Shocking, I know, but that’s what I do. Anyway, the site (it is not XVideos, but it hosts some of their content) sometimes opens up a window for XVideosLive.

Anyway, I usually just watch my porn and shut down the window when I am finished viewing the porn of which I originally visited the site. I don’t like popups, and I generally ignore them.

Well, I was going to close this as well, but there was a very attractive woman who was sucking her finger. More interestingly, she was asking her male viewers to suck their fingers. It looked interesting, and she hooked me.

Well, I did not know where she was going with this (I figured it had something to do with BJs, but I was wrong), and I continued to listen. Well, one thing led to another, and pretty soon, she instructed them to place the by then well-lubed finger inside of their asshole. Then she started asking for how the men felt after inserting their finger.

Reactions were like:

Feels like prison.

It hurts.

I feel dirty.

She was making the point that anal sex hurts. Well, her point was also that different people have different sexual preferences.

Anyway, there was something called a gold show – they need your credit card information because, well, that’s how everyone gets paid. Anyway, inside of five minutes I had given my credit card info to see the show just because of her attitude.

I mean, I like guys, but I am also attracted to certain women. Most of them are relatively flat-chested, brunette, short and cute. Well, this young woman (28ish) is more full-figured (but not fat). She has caramel-colored eyes, and she is a bit addictive.

Her name is Nakita Lynn, and I can’t help but continuing to say she is addictive. She is from Lake Stevens, Washington, she blogs. I suggest you taking a look at her. I am $21 cheaper because of her.

Lecture and Dinner with Grady

Written by Leesa


I went on my first date in months, and the guy I went out with took me to a lecture and then a movie. The lecture was on the science of attraction – and I went out with him mostly because is was not the typical dinner-and-a-movie date. Let’s call him Grady for the sake of the story.

Right before I left for the date, I changed purses – I have a small clutch that does not hold much, so I had to prioritize the contents: cell phone, mints, mascara and lipstick made the cut. I took my ID and primary credit card out of my wallet, and wrapped them with the bills (and a rubber band). I couldn’t fit much else, but decided on the Kleenex pack.

He called me right before leaving, and as I was looking at myself in the mirror, I thought, “condoms.” I have no condoms. Since this is a first date, the odds of me needing condoms were remote. But I always like to be prepared. I stopped by a grocery store on the way to his house, and I picked up a 40-pack of Lifestyles. I tell myself it is because it is cheaper that way, but really it is because I don’t have to purchase the item very often.

I open the box in the car, and because they are a 40-pack, most of the condoms are in rows of 6. Since I am late, I am not going to search for the rows of 4, just replace my Kleenex with a 6-pack of condoms. Before I get out of the car, I think to myself, “6 is way too many” and I tear off two. That looks much less slutty, on the unlikely event I need a condom.

I place the rest of my condom purchase under the seat in the car, check myself in the rear-view mirror, and get out of the car.

The talk was fascinating. The speaker used genetics and Darwinism to describe how certain things we see in the dating world are still evident. Men look for women with certain hip to waist ratio (better for child bearing), and women look for men who are good providers (will help raise their children). There was also talk of why women sometimes pick scary mates (adrenalin has something to do with it, but it got a bit science-y, so I don’t remember the particulars).

Afterwards Grady took me to a nice meal, where we discussed the talk.

The date was going well, but not “pull out the condoms” well. He drove us back to his place, where he invited me in for drinks.

We started kissing on the couch, and the kissing turned into fondling. His strong hands clutching at my breasts, him breathily complimenting me, oh, things took a turn for the better.

As I was reaching for my purse to ask him to put on a raincoat, he looked directly in my eyes, saying, “I want to try an experiment.” He then explained that right now, I am controlling everything in the date. When he touched me, I let him and he continued. He was intrigued by fear and its relation to pleasure, suggesting that if he tied me to the bed, he would have the control but the pleasure should be intensified.

I was really wet at that moment, not thinking straight. And it seemed as if he was tying some of the lecture into practice. It seemed so natural and it was easy to agree to the terms.

He returned from his bedroom with a matching pair of leather wrist and ankle cuffs. He suggested I strip and put them on while he readies the bed. I did not know what he was doing, but I agreed to the measure. The wrist cuffs were empowering – I felt a bit like Wonder Woman, and soon I shyly interred his bedroom.

He had placed a medium blue mattress covering over his bed. It reminded me of a tarp for when you camp, but there were places where he could attach the cuffs to the fabric, immobilizing me.

“You need to use a condom; I have some in my purse,” was my one request. I was excited and a bit scared at surrendering to a virtual stranger.

He used four identical copper-plated padlocks to secure me to the bed, and I joked that he better know where the key is. He assured me he had several keys.

I was surprised at how comfortable the wrist and ankle cuffs felt. They were good leather and felt soft. No binding and pinching, and then I wondered, “These much have cost a lot of money – I think bondage is something he is used to.”

He brought in a camera, saying that we will film the event, then watch it and erase it. I said it was fine, but we would need to erase the movie afterwards. I also said I wanted his cock inside of me, that my pussy was aching for him. I wanted to feel him enter me – I was trying to make the evening more memorable.

He started disrobing and his cell phone rang. He smiled at me, but he left the room to answer the cell phone.

He returned, completely clothed, and said he had to go home to his wife. She needed him. He admitted that he was borrowing a friend’s house, but that his wife would not need him long. And then he left with me still tied to the bed.

He came back about an hour later – I was a bit scared now, but very excited as well. For some reason, I still felt I could trust Grady.

He entered again and kissed me upon greeting me. I could taste another woman on his lips, and I am sure that was the point of the kiss. I think this was supposed to be sexy, but it really wasn’t.

“Hey, it is getting late,” I offered. I was trying to figure out how to talk myself out of the cuffs. Certainly Grady has been satisfied for the day.

But then Grady just smiles and informs me that he wants to show me a good time, that he will satisfy me until he is spent.

When he strips, I compliment his body, and again, I beg him to satisfy me. I know that as long as I play the game, I will be leaving well-satisfied. The more I think about the evening, the more I know this is turning into me playing the less-than-willing-submissive.

He goes into my purse – and I actually see that is much more of a violation than being tied to the bed – to retrieve the two condoms. He places one on himself, talking about how he is going to plow into me. I am a bit scared, a bit excited, well, a lot excited.

Grady is a bit larger than most of the men I have had, and the thing I remember more than anything is that my hands and legs are bound, and I can do little to help this fuck along. No caressing his back, digging my nails into his back. I still remember the bindings, the smell of the leather, but not the fuck. Grady came after a few minutes, then he left me, returning with a beer.

Then he took off the condom, tied the end together and placed the condom in the trash. He re-suited up, and then he announced he was not finished. He was much more deliberate with this fuck, and he kissed me, his mouth tasting of beer and his wife’s pussy. I felt dirty, used and well satisfied.

Afterwards, he takes off the condom, similarly ties off the condom, and finished the beer that he started.

He laughs and says that he needs a bit more of me before he is satisfied, but he can’t find any more condoms in my purse.

He then says that he has a surprise for me, and then he goes to the bathroom, returning with what I thought at first was a butt plug with almost scissored handles. I later learned it was a product by Aneros, made for stimulating the prostate. He lubes up the product, and places it in his own ass, which was a comfort for me. I thought that toy was for me, and I don’t like anything near my ass, so I was initially relieved to see him using it on himself.

He starts talking to me, clenching his ass, and soon I can tell that whatever is in his ass is pleasing himself. It is the first time I have seen a guy not touch himself get hard. He continues to do this for a while, and all of a sudden there is a little drip come out of his cock.

He tells me he is going to have one last go with me, and I tell him to untie me and let me go. I don’t want an unsheathed cock near my pussy, and he just laughs.

He enters me, and I start bucking, trying to get him loose. That just makes him enjoy this all-the-more, and he started fucking me harder. I am struggling, he is fucking me, and he has something in his ass. I start feeling a bit bruised when he finally comes inside of me. He comes harder than I have experienced in years. I am scared, but also love the amount of cum he has shot inside of me. My feelings are all over the map – I feel betrayed, violated, excited, naughty, satisfied, and strangely, even a little loved. I did not orgasm, but I was really close. Part of me wanted to yell at him to continue, but that would have sent the wrong message.

Afterwards, he places a small pill between my lips and says, “Morning After Pill.”

I swallow the pill, and then say that I didn’t really like that last bit. I am lying to him and to myself, but it was something I had to say. He says he would never hurt me, and I ask him to untie me. He says he will once he goes to the bathroom.

I hear him in the bathroom, washing up. The toilet flushes as well. I yell to him to hurry up, that it is getting late and I need to get home. A wave of exhaustion comes over me.

He comes back and says I look amazing. He is looking directly at my pussy, and I feel his come inside of me, some of it wanting to come out. I force out some of it, and he surprises me by licking it up.

He asks if I have had enough, and I just ask him to get me out of this. That was the last thing I remembered that night, as he had given me a strong sleeping pill. I woke up the next morning in a sex swing. But that is another story.

Mommartz Weg zum Nachbarn 1968

A Young Demi Moore

Someone told me that Demi Moore was actually a model in a pornographic magazine, but I did not believe it. I mean, I know she does not shy away from nudity, but I am talking about Vanity Fair, not some other magazine. Apparently when she was younger and less famous, she did pose for some photos in Oui Magazine.

Check out these links for other Demi More images (Sheen thanked me for a link that I never really provided until this edit).
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Do what you want ...

By The Purple Rose

As I am standing here in the bedroom, I'm thinking about you.
As I am wishing you were here, I can feel your presence behind me.
Not saying a word, I feel your arms come around me.
I never told you but the feel of you always has me weak.
I can feel your strength as you pull me back into your body; with your breath on my neck.
I can also feel your excitement that is building in your manhood.

As you whisper in my ear that you want me, shivers start in my spine and my knees are now getting weaker.
You take my shirt off and throw it to the floor.
There is no bra to mess with, so you place your hands on my breasts.
Softly, you caress them.
I let out a softer sigh.
You give them a gentle squeeze and then take both nipples in-between you thumb and forefinger.
Rolling them with your fingers, they begin to harden.
I feel myself getting weaker with each roll you do.
You begin to squeeze my nipples harder and rolling them faster and faster.
My breathing is getting faster with each squeeze you give them.

My ass is now grinding back into your groin.
I can feel it...it is so big and hard.
I reach to stroke it through your jeans and you release one of my nipples.
You grab my wrist hard and whisper, "You will do exactly as I say. You can not touch me. If you do, I will punish you. Do you understand this?"

You can't be serious about this! Your remaining arm around me tightens as I try to turn around to look at you.
Again you tell me, "You WILL do as I tell you.
I will punish you if you don't do everything that I tell you to do."
You pause and then say, "Or do I have to give you a taste of that punishment before you will believe me?"

By now, I know that you are serious about this.
And strangely enough, it excites me.
I can feel the warmth spreading through my body.
"No," I tell you in a weak voice that is cracking, "I believe you."

"Good," you tell me. "Then stand here like a good girl and DON'T move. I will be back."

I can hear you leave the bedroom but I can't tell where you went in the house.
Standing there, I put my arms around my body; as if to keep myself warm.
I don't know why.
The bedroom is the warmest room in the house.
I feel an involuntary shiver run through my body. I wish your arms were around me again.

I reach down to take off my jeans and suddenly you are right there.
You grab my hands and tell me in my ear that I have been bad.

"Didn't I tell you not to move? I will have to punish you for that," you tell me in a strong, bold voice that I am not used to.

I try to tell you that I was only going to take off my jeans for you, but you won't listen.
You sit on the edge of the closest chair and grab me to pull me over your lap.
I am struggling to get away, but you have a grip on me that is like a vice.
The more I struggle, the harder you grip.

You hold me while pushing my jeans down to my ankles.
I feel the first hit to my ass cheek.
God!!! That stung!!!
I struggle to get away from you as the next hit came.
And the next. I couldn't catch my breath.

"No," I beg you. "Please don't."
I continue to struggle until I hear you tell me that you will stop only if I promise to listen from now on.

"Say it," you tell me.
"Say that you promise to listen and obey everything I tell you."

I pause.
I guess I waited a bit too long for I felt your hand connect with my cheeks again. "Say it!"

"I promise!" I yelled.

"You promise what? Say it."

I took a deep breath and swallowed, "I promise to listen and obey everything you tell me."
There I had said it! Now the spanking would stop! I was wrong!!

I felt you spank my bottom again, but this time instead of it just hurting (which it did), I found myself strangely aroused by it.
I could feel the heat on my ass cheeks; but also the heat from my pussy, as well.
I didn't understand what was happening to me.
I didn't seem to care either.
The only thing I knew at this moment was that I didn't want you to stop whatever you had in mind for me.
I let out a soft moan.
You heard it....

"So... You are beginning to like this? You like to be spanked?
You are a naughty girl! I didn't know that you would like this!"
You start to rub my ass cheeks gently with your hand in a circular motion.

"You ass is so red. You like that, don't you?" you ask.
"You like to be spanked, don't you?"

I nod my head; afraid that my voice will crack again and waver.

SMACK!!!!

Your hand comes down on my ass again.
"Tell me!" you demand.
"Tell me that you like it. I want you to say it."

I am ashamed to tell you.
I don't want to let you know how much this is really turning me on.

SMACK!!!!

"Tell me!" you demand again.

"Yes," I say with a whisper, "Yes, I like to be spanked."

"Good girl," you tell me.
"Let's just see how well you do like it, shall we?"

My mind starts spinning. What is he going to do to me? What does he mean by seeing how well I like this? Oh, my God!!!!

You reach down and take my jeans off the rest of the way and make me spread my legs.
I can feel your fingers travel up my thighs to my pussy.
You trace the outer lips of my pussy and even I can feel the wetness coming from there.
My God! Did it really turn me on that much?

"Ohhhh, you are soooo wet!
You really did like that spanking, didn't you?"
You slip a finger inside of my pussy.
Then another finger. You begin to pump them in and out of my pussy.
I start to match your pumping action.
You pull your fingers out suddenly.
I gasp.
I want you to put them back in me.
But I don't think that I should say anything to you about what I want.

Next, I feel you trace your finger up between my ass cheeks.
You lightly rim my hole there.
I raise my butt to meet your finger.
It feels strangely exciting as everything else you have done to me so far.

You slip your finger back into my pussy and pump it a couple of times.
Quickly you pull it out and next I feel pressure at the entrance of my backdoor.
I take a deep breath.
I feel more pressure, until I finally feel your finger slip inside.
Not very far at first, just enough for you to tease me.
You wait until I am adjusted to having your finger there, then you begin to pump it as you did in my pussy.

Amazingly, I love the feel of this.
You have never done this to me before.
I have never had anyone take such control of me before like this.

I start to wiggle; almost as if I'm trying to get away from you.
You hold me down even harder.
I start to wiggle even more.
You pull your finger out of my tight hole and I feel you smack my ass again.

"What are you trying to do?
Get away from me?
Oh! You want me to spank you again, don't you?
Well, I'm not going to give you what you want," you tell me.

You lift me up and lead me to the bed.
You tell me to lay down on my back.
When I do, you take one wrist and pull it out to the side above my head.
I look to see what you are doing.
You have a scarf or something like that and proceed to tie my wrist to the bedpost.
I try to reach with my other hand to stop you.
You look at me and from your look I can tell that I had better not struggle with you.
You move to the other side of the bed and do the same to my other wrist.
My legs are free and I am trying to wiggle around; but the more I move around the tighter the restraints get.
Next you have something your hand and you move to my head....you put a blindfold over my eyes.
Now I can only rely on my hearing!

I hear some rustling beside me and the bed.
You grab one of my ankles and I feel you tying it to the footboard.
Next you grab the other one and do the same to it.

I CAN'T MOVE!!!!! I CAN'T SEE!!!!!

I feel something soft rubbing up my right leg.
It stops just before it reaches my pussy.
Next, it rubs up my left leg; also stopping just before my pussy.
By now, I think it is a feather.
Next, I feel it very, very softly against my clit.
It is exposed due to my legs being spread and tied.
I draw a breath in sharply. I feel shivers run up my spine.
My nipples are also exposed and extremely hard due to my being tied.
You run the object over my nipples.
I can feel how hard they are.
They almost hurt because of being so hard.

Next, I feel something cold against my leg...VERY cold.
Like ice.
You start at my ankles and run it up both legs, stopping just short of my pussy lips.
Then I can feel a drop of ice cold water fall on one of my nipples.
It is soooo cold.

I start to whimper now.
I am struggling (in vain) to try and get away.
I am not sure what I am feeling.
Arousal? Fear? Excitement?
I trust you, but I don't like the not being able to see or move.

"Please? Won't you let me go?" I ask in a weak, whimpering voice; while pulling on the restraints.

"No, not yet," you tell me.
"I will make you this promise, though. I won't do anything that may hurt you.
I will make sure that you are safe with everything that I do.
Just lay there and relax. You will enjoy this. I promise."

I lay there not knowing what to say.
I do trust you, but the fear is still there.
But strangely, so is the arousal and sexual excitement.
"I trust you," I say in a soft voice.

I feel the cold drop of water (or something) fall on my nipple again.
This time it is followed by your mouth.
From the icy cold to the heat of your mouth. I let out a low moan.
That felt so good!

Next the other nipple...same thing. Icy cold to the heat of your mouth....

I now feel you release my nipple and the icy cold is now moving between my breasts and down my stomach.
You let a few drops of the cold liquid fall into my navel.....then I feel your tongue lap them out.
My breathing is becoming heavy and rapid.

You remove your tongue from my navel and then I don't feel anything.
I sense that you shift off the bed.
I wonder where you are going. I first start to panic, but then I remember that you said you would not let me get hurt.
My breathing begins to slow and resume back to normal.
I lay there for what seemed like many, many minutes but I think it was only seconds.

I felt the first icy drop on my pussy lips.
I take a sharp breath in and try to arch my back.
The restraints won't allow me to arch it very much.
But just as quick as I felt the drop, I felt the warmth of your mouth; the feeling of your tongue lapping up the liquid.
What a feeling!

I feel another drop and again the warmth of your mouth.
I feel the drops continue...along with your tongue.
One of the drops falls right on my engorged clit.
What a feeling of pleasure and pain!!!!!
Your lips attach to my clit and you suck it in hard.
God!! That feels so good!
You let the drops continue all around your lips that are still wrapped around my clit.
What a rush of excitement!

All of a sudden, you stop!
I feel you shift on the bed between my legs.
I think you are moving off the bed.
I lay there with anticipation of what will happen next.
I don't know how much longer I can take this.
I want to cum so bad, but I also want to wait for you.

I can feel you come back to the bed and again climb between my legs.
You lick my clit and suck it in your mouth a time or two.
I arch my back.
You are so good at this.
It's a side of you I've never known before. I love it!!!!!

While you are licking my clit and sucking on it, I can feel my body start to shake.
It is like mini-convulsions.
Next, I feel something being pressed against the opening to my slit.
I can't tell what it is, exactly. It is cool, not cold; hard, but yet soft.
I feel it being pushed deep into me.
You pump it in and out of me and I begin to ride it.
You are bringing me so close to orgasm!!!!

Suddenly, you stop pumping it in and out of my pussy.
The last stroke leaves it deep inside of me.
I can feel your breath on my clit.
I can't tell what you are doing, for sure.
As your lips get closer to my lips, I can feel the object being pulled out of my pussy.
When it was completely out of me, I felt you crawl up my body.
Your lips came down on mine and I could taste my own juices mixed with that of something sweet almost.
Your kiss was deep and sensual.
I tasted ..bananas mixed with my own juices.
A banana?
I was being fucked by a banana? And I enjoyed it!!!???

I began to feel you fingers on my clit again.
You were stroking it like a little cock.
Then I felt pressure at the opening of my hole again.
This was bigger and harder than the banana.
My sensitive pussy could feel everything, so I could feel bumps on this object.
I was trying to figure out what it is was that you were using this time.

The skin on it felt kind of rubbery but yet smooth in spots; outside of the little bumps that I felt earlier.
It was longer too.
You began to pump it in and out of me so hard and fast that you quickly brought me to that edge again.

"No, you can't cum yet," you tell me.
"I want you to wait for me to be in you."

"Please, I want you in me now," I tell you.
"I can't wait any longer."

"Be patient," you tell me.
"Just be patient. It won't be much longer."

You pull this object out of me and once again start to stroke my clit with your fingers.
While you are doing this, I can feel you inserting something like a little ball in my pussy.
Then another little ball, and another.
You continue doing this until my love oven feels full.

Next, I feel your tongue on my clit.
God, that feels so good.
I'm squirming as much as the restraints will let me.
I only want you to hurry with this, but yet it all feels so good.
I still feel your tongue on my clit and then pushing it's way into my pussy.
I feel the sensation of you sucking out these little balls.
Since I can't see you, my other senses are taking over and I think I can hear you eating them after you suck them out.
I'm trying to figure out what they are.
After they are all sucked out of me, you give me a kiss and I can taste something sweet.
I still can't figure out what they are.
Oh well, it has all felt so wonderful so far.
It doesn't matter what it was.

Suddenly you are gone.
I hear the bedroom door close.
I'm laying there thinking about how much I trust you and how much I am enjoying this.
I never thought I would enjoy something like this...being tied up and blindfolded?
It has been such a rush of my sensations.
The door opens and I'm pulled out of my reverie.
Hoping that it was you walking towards me and not someone else I asked, "What else are you going to do to me?"

Luckily you answered back, "Ssshhhh....just wait and see".

I could feel you kneel down on top of me.
Suddenly there was the sound of something being shaken and the hissing of air.
My nose was being covered in whip cream (or so I guessed).
The nozzle made it's way down my face onto my neck and then my chest.
As you circle each breast, my nipples harden in anticipation.
Slowly you circled each nipple then continue to make your way with the whip cream down my body.
I have the urge to squirm but my ties hold me tight.
My pussy is heating up as the whip cream hits my clit and enters my folds.
I moan quietly as you pull the bottle away.
I want more...I want you now.

I hear you laugh and kneel beside me.
I feel your tongue maneuver itself across my lips, it is hot and warm.
My lips reach out to meet them but you pull back and say, "Tsk tsk, not yet."

I sigh in frustration.
Then a warm trickle of something thick hits my nose and across my lips.
I let a little hit my tongue and realize you are pouring luke warm hot chocolate on my naked body next to the whipped cream.
The warmth feels incredibly good as runs down my skin and around my nipples.
It is soft and warm...so much like a human that as it reaches my navel and trickles into my pussy I gasp in pleasure.
My body shudders and I long to reach out and touch myself.
My pussy is throbbing and wants to be filled with more than hot chocolate.

I'm not sure how much more of this I can take; when I feel your moist velvety tongue start to lick the sweets off my body.
You are taking your time and tortuously clean my body.
Your tongue circles my hard nipples and you nibble a little at each one of them.
I squirm against my bonds, knowing that I can't take much more of this before I lose control.
After what seemed like forever, your tongue made it's way to my outer folds.
I can feel something other that hot chocolate and whip cream trickle down my inner thighs.

Your tongue is lapping up the food and flicking at my clit.
It is probing my inner folds and again playing with my clit.
This is my breaking point, I can't take it anymore.
A searing sensation is making it's way up my body causing my toes to curl and my back to arch.
My breathing is speeding up and one long moan escapes from my lips as I climax.

Quickly, you release the restraints that have held me as your captive all this time.
When my hands are free, I remove my blindfold and throw it to the floor.
I reach up to you and bring you into my arms.

After a brief hug and kiss, I tell you to get undressed.

"Hurry," I tell you.
"Please, hurry." I have never wanted you more than I did at that moment.
With you standing beside the bed taking off your shirt, I reach up to help you with your pants.
I can feel how hard you are.
You are harder than I've ever known you to be.
I stroke you gently through your jeans for a few seconds and then you are taking your jeans off... then your underwear.

Your cock springs out to me.
It is bigger and harder than I have ever seen it before.
I reach out to take it in my mouth.
It is bigger!!!!
I really have to stretch to get my mouth around it.
God! I love this.
While I suck on it for you, I reach one hand to take your balls and roll them around.
You aren't going to last long.

"I want you inside of my pussy," I whisper to you.
"I want you to fill my pussy with this; just like you did with all the rest of that stuff. Hurry!"

You push me back to the bed and lower yourself on to me.
We share a short but deep kiss and I can feel the head of your cock at my opening.

"Yes, please, yes!" I tell you.
"I want you to stuff me with that big, hard cock of yours."

With one hard thrust, you are deep inside of me.
I know that this won't last long, for either of us.
You pump in and out of me with deep, hard and long strokes.
With every thrust in, it is as if you are reaching my stomach.
That is how deep you feel to be inside of me.

I wrap my legs around you to pull you even deeper into me.
We are both caught up in the rhythm of each other.
You are holding yourself above me and I can see by the look on your face that you are close to letting go of a huge load of your own juice deep inside of me. I reach with my head to reach your nipple with my lips and tongue.
I run my tongue around your nipple and then gently suck it in with my lips.
While in my mouth, I am still running my tongue around the tip of your nipple.
I release this nipple and begin on your other one. From your moaning, your are getting closer.

I release this last nipple and reach even farther with my lips to your earlobe.
I suck it in and flick my tongue over it. I know what this will do to you.
And I'm right.
You pull away from my mouth.

"Don't do that," you moan.
"I can't handle that. You will make me cum too fast."

"I know," I tell you.
" I want you to cum. I want you to cum, now."

I pause to lay back on the bed and I reach up with my hands to touch your chest.
My hands move all over your body...up your arms, across your shoulders to your neck.
I cradle your jaw line in my hands for a brief second and look deep into your eyes.
My hands run back across your shoulders and down your back to your ass cheeks.
I give them a gentle squeeze and then....

I can feel your cock swell inside of me; you arch your back to push you deep in me and then erupt deep inside of me.
I can feel your big cock throbbing against the walls of my insides; splashing the walls with your thick, hot, sticky cum as you release yourself.
I can feel you releasing five or six jets of your cum inside of me.

You stay inside of my until your own orgasm subsides and your feel steady enough to push up on your arms.
When you finally do move, you wrap me in your arms and hold me close.

"Thank you for letting me do this to you.
I know that you aren't used to this, but it was something I really wanted to do."

I pull you close and whisper in your ear, "You can do this to me anytime.
This or maybe some other fantasies that you might have.

I will do anything to make ALL your fantasies come true."

THE END

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I have found a new, free sex game (new to me, not new to everyone). It is called Viva-Ponata.

If you have not heard of it, you can check it out at the following link:

http://viva-ponata.com/register.php?REF=66586

If you use the link, I get credit for the referral (if you reach level 5), and I get 25 diamonds (which is a type of currency in the game).

The game is a sort of a sexual simulation game. You pick your name, you can earn money by performing various illegal acts (selling Viagra, stolen DVDs, turning tricks). And you also can enhance your appearance (which adds to your beauty, so you can get a better job, for instance). I am a fairly tame character in real life, so this allows me to let my hair down. I mean, I look forward to turning tricks – someone has to choose your ass among all the prostitutes working the streets.

I am by no means an expert at the game, but it is a fun diversion. If you want to try it, sign up (free), and write me or my online spouse. We can help you out.

Sis on Sis

by Alison

One Sunday, when I was 15, I had gotten up early and biked to the beach to spend the day.
It was a gorgeous south Florida early spring day.
The clouds were perfectly timed as they occasionally hid the sun.
I had all the supplies I needed and a good book, and I was happy as a teenaged girl could be.
I lay there, baking and taking in the view for an hour or two, turning as required to tan both sides. Periodically, I would leave the sand and walk to the changing station to use the restroom there.

On one of my trips to pee that day, I passed a girl a little older than me who was coming out, and noticed her figure, which was beautiful, and really showing through a wet string bikini!
"She has pretty breasts", I remember thinking, my stomach getting that nervous, excited tingly feeling down to my inner legs.

Inside the changing station there were mirrors, and I couldn't resist flipping up my cups for a reassuring look at my own breasts, partly out of girlish jealousy and also because I was undeniably eager to see them and touch them having been aroused by the bikini girl.
My nipples began to harden in the damp coolness and stood out from their white globes in pink defiance.
My long blonde hair fell down around them, obscuring them, and I shook it back over my shoulders, smoothing it, my eyes remaining on my breasts. With my arms stretched back over my head, they hung nicely like firm, ripe fruit.

I was used to my breasts by then, having been a relatively early bloomer, and I was really proud of them.
They would eventually grow into perfect 35 D cups, but at the time they were still full and heavy for my age and build -- tall and slender and leggy. I am 5' 9 1/2" now, at age 35, and weigh 120 pounds.

I began to caress my breasts right there in front of the mirrors!
I would probably have gone all the way, but I heard the scuff of flip flops approaching and I quickly darted into a stall and sat down, panting, my uncovered breasts swinging and jiggling.

The stall being somewhat dank and dirty and no place else private to go, I decided I really needed to bike home early to masturbate.
The house was empty, as my parents, brother and older and sister were away for the day, probably not to be home until late. The outlook for privacy was excellent!

I had been a masturbator for just a few months at this point. I was still new at it and very eager about it! I discovered it at the library (that's another story!) and it felt wonderful, but I was just beginning to experience the excitement of the anticipation of an orgasm.
I could bring myself off almost immediately in those days, and could spend hours down there, doing nothing but.
I still masturbate almost every day, and fantasize about these youthful memories a lot.

I gathered my towel and beach gear, then hopped on my bike to head home, a strong, hungry ache growing in my stomach.
My bike had a hard leather racing saddle which felt unbelievable on my aroused pussy.
It was all I could do not to ride home awkwardly, leaning my aching clitoris into the saddle, like a duck or something.
I couldn't get my mind off that girl!

I really hadn't gotten this excited before from looking at a woman, although I knew I kind of liked other girls in a sexual way. My sister, two years older than me, was an absolutely gorgeous young woman, and was the "babe" of the family.
I was more of a brain. We both were athletic and trim, with that "All American" look, though.

I had felt aroused by the sight of her several times, but always managed to hide it, thinking it kind of weird, seeing as how she was a girl -- and also my own sister!
Both of us were popular and drove the boys crazy, but had very strict parents and at 15 I'd barely even been kissed.
My girl to girl fantasies were very new and reserved for my most private moments, and I had certainly never dreamed of acting on them!

I had to stop half way home, behind a posh shopping plaza downtown, and adjust my bikini bottoms.
They had ridden up and were absolutely drenched beyond belief.
Holding out my suit and peering down, I fingered my little clit a few quick strokes until I groaned, then sniffedand licked my finger tips.

Feeling really vulnerable and self conscious all of a sudden, I jumped back on for the half mile remaining to home. I pedaled hard -- I was now in a huge hurry!

When I reached our yard, I let my bike fall in the yard and raced into the house and up the stairs to my parents' room. Not a creature was stirring, except the cat in my shorts! Yum!

Not even bothering to close the door behind me I left my suit in a ball by the bed and toweled off the saltiness. I looked over into their full length mirror (the only one in our house and the reason I chose their room over my own) and noticed that I had gotten quite a bit of sun that day.
My strong legs were blushing red, contrasting with the white skin of my covered parts.
The muscles were taut and hard from the exercise of my ride home.
I had beautiful, muscular, long, slender legs. Still do.

I stood legs straight, heels apart, toes touching, my back arched, my bottom pointed at the mirror. My bottom was firm and white as snow, and I admired the way my legs began to taper as they neared its pert roundness. My inner thighs were glistening in the light with my moisture!

My fingertips went to my behind and lightly caressed the elastic mark where the tan line was as I watched over my shoulder.
Throwing my head back to let my hair tickle, I closed my eyes and imagined that it was the bikini girl I was touching.

I caressed for a few more seconds, until finally, teeth clenched in frenzied anticipation, both of my palms slapped down hard on the cool, firm, eager flesh of my bottom!
They left stinging red stains which I then lightly tickled with my fingertips.
It had begun.

I could smell my arm pits, and the sharp stink mixed with the smell of my sunburned skin and the heady aroma of my highly excited and dripping crotch.
It was a wonderful and womanly combination I hadn't ever really noticed before, and it made me deliriously aroused.
I stood there for a time, eyes closed, my nose buried in a pit, lips parted, just breathing the mixture of the scents of my young, hot body.

My head was swimming in that sunburny way, and my little cunt was extremely hot, I just fell back on the bed, eyes still closed, and plunged my right middle finger into my sopping vagina and over its engorged clit.
I began to wank myself hard, making a wonderful wet, creamy sound!

It only took a dozen strokes until my thighs began that wonderful involuntary dance!
I let out a long, high pitched wail, which emanated from the pit of my stomach and exited my parted lips.
My teeth clenched together and the wail became a frothy hiss.
Whew! That didn't take long!
Basically, I had already been masturbating that morning -- by bicycle!

My lower body felt like jelly. My aching breasts were pushed together by my upper arms and I began to tease and pinch my swollen nipples between my left thumb and forefinger, first one, then the other, then rubbing both with a palm, letting the fingerprint swirls do their magic.
I came steadily, continuing to buck and ride my slithering finger, for what must have been a long, long time.

Finally, breathing heavily and perspiring, I decided to slow down and enjoy the rest of the afternoon at a more leisurely pace.
What was the hurry? The house was mine for at least another ten hours.
Why not dress up, explore?
I wanted to try on sexy clothes.
I wanted to go down to the kitchen and see what I could find there to play with and insert. I was so young and eager. I was up for anything!

I got up to smooth the covers , and realized I wasn't alone!

The world crashed in like an avalanche! Every nerve ending in my body shot to an instant alert status as I saw my older sister standing in the doorway!

She was watching me intently, her index finger holding her place in a book, glasses atop her perfect nose. She had seen everything!
I knew instantly from the look on her face. She looked slightly flushed, interested. She was standing with her weight shifted comfortably, leaning on the door frame, as if she had been watching for quite some time!

I was crimson! I yammered and stammered and tried to find words, fully comprehending that I was not only naked, but caught lewdly masturbating on my parents' own bed.
I instinctively shrank, covering myself, very close to tears, my head still swimming in sunburned, orgasmic circles.

I dropped to sit on the edge of the bed, my shoulders guarding forward, my knees together and drawn up. "I..I..I'm so sorry, I was just...," I managed.

"Mas-tur-bat-ing?", she finished, in deliciously-exaggerated round tones. She entered the room, sat next to me, put her book face down on the bed, reached around me in a hug and drew me close, cradling my shoulders. The sleeve of her terry cloth robe felt soft on my slight sunburn and scratchy at the same time. It gave me a case of goosebumps.

She tried to reassure me and calm me down. I was shaking like a leaf. "Shhhhh", she whispered gently, her breath tickling my ear, "It's okay, it's alright, I understand, baby, I understand."

I chanced an embarassed look at her face from the corner of my eye and noticed she was all compassion and caring. She had caught me in an extremely private moment in my life - the most private - and she knew it.
To her credit, she was mature enough to understand and to reassure me. I have never loved Jennifer more, before or since. It was a beautiful moment between two sisters.

"I heard you race in, and then, well, when I saw.....I was just going to close the door, but you.....", she trailed off, looking for the right words. I was still silent, scared. "You just looked so beautiful I'm sorry but I couldn't turn away."

"Beau-beautiful?", I managed, a sniffle following. I was melting inside, now, just completely.
I was helpless and confused and embarassed and ashamed and weary from everything.
"You...you saw....? Me? How long did you...?", I let out a long, heaving sigh, my shoulders collapsing completely.

"Everything, I think, It's no big deal".
Looking down, she said, "You spank yourself hard, babe, let me see".
I automatically rolled a hip up and she touched the redness there. I drew away slightly, then relaxed.
Her caress felt good -- soothing.
"Masturbation is nothing new around this house, baby sister! Even Scotty does it!", She laughed.
I was incredulous - my 13 year-old little brother!?

"Scotty?", now I was almost myself again, regaining composure, ready for the skinny! "How? You saw him?
Tell me!" Suddenly we were both teenaged sisters again, excitedly sharing an unspeakably delicious bit of gossip.

She told me about how she had awakened late one night and gone into the kitchen for water. She had heard something, and quietly crept into the den where she spied young Scotty the football star, totally naked, watching a softcore movie on cable and jerking off furiously, his eyes closed, his muscles rippling, the soles of his feet pressed together, his huge, red, muscular penis slick with hand cream and about to explode.

"Did he....you know...?", I asked, my eyes glistening in anticipation.

"Oh yes! All over his stomach and chest and face - he licked it off....!! It was sooooooooo cool! He's really big, down there. It was awesome. Scotty has a beautiful cock, Paula - My God!" she began to laugh and then doubled over in giggly laughter, and we both laughed hard.

Feeling the tension melt away now, (and feeling bolder due to a familiar tickle that was returning.....) "Do..do you?", I asked timidly.

"Just about every day, Paula! In fact, I started doing it while watching Scotty that night. He never knew, and when he finished I had to go upstairs and finish myself", a giggle and a wink.

She looked at me then, grinning, and I her for what seemed like an eternity. Our eyes were locked.

"Would you, would you show me?", I asked, hopefully, utterly and completely vulnerable.

"Sure", she said, smiling broadly,"but let's go into my room, just in case."

We straightened up our parents' room and collected my things and into her room we went. Amid the posters of rock bands and sports legends, she cleared off her bed. I quickly drew the shades and turned on the bedside light, nervously anticipating my first try at mutual masturbation!

When I turned around, she was slipping out of her panties and as she stood up, naked in front of me, she held her arms out to beckon me to her.
I hesitated, then rushed to her softness and we collided, breasts first, kissing softly, falling to the bed. It was rapture.

Before I knew what was happening, we were kissing torridly - harder than I'd ever kissed or been kissed. I had to swallow from the emotion that choked me and made my eyes burn. It was the most beautiful and passionate kiss I had ever had.

Her arms released me, slightly and her hands ran up and down my skin, fingernails raking, as her tongue parted my lips and we began to French, passionately.
Our breath came like hot steam from our flaring nostrils.
She released my mouth and her soft lips and tongue immediatly went to my flushed cheeks and then my sensitive neck, cleaning the salt off as they went.
I began to blush and moan and cried out softly.

I was a 15 year-old school girl, and my own big sister was going to make love to me! It was inconcievable.
No one had ever done that before and now here it was my first time and it was my sister? A thousand thoughts swirled through my head making me dizzy, making me hesitant, making me want her. I was delirious, spinning.

Sweetly, like the virgin I was, I lay back to let her have her run of me.
I dared to open my eyes and was transfixed by the unbelievable sight of a supple, young girl who looked so much like me making love to my own body! We could have been twins!

I came for the second time that day as she began to nuzzle and lick and suck on my aching breasts.
My hands moved to her back and my palms pressed her to me.
It was glorious and was about to progress far past the mutual maturbation I had her asked for!

She had obviously done this before!
Her eyes were closed and she was as placid as she was business-like.
She knew how to make love to a girl, and I was being careful to learn while I had the chance.

She tongued my body like a melting ice cream cone, and eventually slid herself down between my thighs. I raised my knees.

"Wait a minute," she said, getting up. She went over to her dresser and got a barette, pinning her long hair behind her and out of the way as I admired and marveled at her beautiful full breasts, so much like mine, so much nicer than that girl at the beach!
Who needed fantasies at this point?

"There." Her hair up, she started back. "Now you can watch the action." Then, pointing toward the headboard, she said, "Scootch up so you can see me better." I did.

"Have you done this before?", I had to ask, a wry, knowing smile playing across my lips.

"Band sleepovers with Lisa G. - she is such a bad girl! - whew! We sneak out to her parent's pool house after the others crash!", she giggled.

I was incredulous. Did that mean my sister was a lesbian? That I was, now, too? But she said she had come thinking about Scotty coming and we both liked boys.....Before I could decide, Jenny was back between my legs to stay.

She started by kissing my sensitive inner thighs. She parted her perfect lips and ran her tongue across the length of one, then the other, teasing me.
The only things that had ever come into arousing contact with the lips of my young vagina were my fingers, a bar of soap and that bike seat, and I was delerious with anticipation.
Jennifer placed her hands on either side of my throbbing vagina and gently spread my labia majora, smiling and winking at me as she gazed at my most secret of places.

Looking back to the business at hand, she moistened her soft lips and staring intently, took a nibble at my inner lips. My pussy gave a couple of spasmodic heaves and my hips began to shake, waywayway dowinside. I sucked in a breath as a whine escaped my lips.
My whole body tensed each time she softly nibbled my soft inner flesh, dabbing it with her pointed tongue.
She was being very gentle and methodical, her eyes not missing a thing.
It really turned me on to watch her watching!
Her caring manner made me melt inside.
I really loved her. Then, suddenly, she got a better grip with her fingers, and, spreading me wide, her tongue found my clit and began to bury itself.

I exploded! I came so hard and so fast that I shrieked and began to sob, my legs convulsing shut as I rocked and bucked and drenched the two of us with so much spunk, I could feel it running out of me like a river.
Her strong, burrowing tongue seemed to have a life of its own as she deliciously and noisily licked my sweet, hot, young cunt.
She expertly took me up and down into orgasm like a rollercoaster, each one as intense as I had ever ever felt.
"Oh, I love you, I love yoooooou!", I moaned, and my hands fell to my breasts as I lovingly watched her do her work. My back arched, head rolling from side to side.
I had to pee, I almost couldn't stand the intensity of the pleasure she was giving me.
I came like a locomotive charging downhill.

Jennifer ate my cunt for almost half an hour without stopping that day. I have never since had such good head from anyone - except her. I suppose it could have been the newness of the experience that made it especially intense, but I have to admit that she was prodigious. She was a natural.

It all added up to utter rapture. She took me to a place I could have never even imagined a few hours before. I was literally changed forever. The thought of that naive girl racing home on her bicycle was like an old home movie!

After she was done, she kissed her way up my perspiring length and we began to French kiss again, slowly, hotly. The taste of my own sweaty spunk was heavy and sweet and sour and organic and metallic and cloying.
I eagerly tasted myself from her swollen lips.
And then I asked if I could do her.

She got up, stretched, moved her jaw around exageratedly and rolled her eyes, smiling.
What a sister - always joking - even at times like this!
She asked me to scootch down and mounted the bed kneeling, so her calves framed my head and her vagina was over my face.
It looked just like mine!
And I could smell her, hot and sweet with sweat and spunk - a little headier and stronger than mine!
I piled pillows under my head so I could reach, and there I was - heaven!

Reaching around her thigh and then back with one hand, I stroked her vagina, which was hairier than mine, but looked and felt amazingly similar in every way.
My other hand spread one ass cheek apart.
Her beautiful cunt was mine all mine.

"Wait'll I tell mom you're not a virgin!", I teased, spanking her slender butt. "Who was it, Curtis or Bobby?" She said nothing, but answered by getting back to work on my virgin pee pee, now with her mouth and slickened fingers.

Our bodies were a perfect fit, and the persperation that developed between our bellies felt cool on us whenever our skin parted.

I parted the slick, pliable lips of Jennie's mound and felt her wetness, looking for and finding her swollen clitoris. She squirmed and giggled and asked if I needed help. "Uh uh", I said, smiling, "You've shown me enough!" My lips met hers.

Soft, so soft! And the elusive little wings of her labia seemed to just glide off my lips with slickness as I tried to nibble them between my lips and tongue.
Once trapped, they were spongy and substantial and delicate and sweet, the inside pinker and membrane smooth, and the edges slightly bumpy and softly rough.
I ran my toungue tip over the edges. Then I dug in and I licked her sweet vagina for all I was worth. I closed my eyes and just buried my tongue into my sister's cunt, burrowing, darting, digging, lapping, swirling, tickling, nuzzling, sucking, grunting, drooling, frothing, concentrating, spelling my name, then backwards then her's.
Her little brown anus was nose level, and it exuded its own exciting scent.
It took a little getting used to, but once my nose associated it with the smell of our sweet spunk and sweat, I began to enjoy it and breathed deeply.
Soon I was taking looping detours and lashing that anus with my eager tongue, my strong jaw and chin pushing against her cunt to gain leverage, my hands spreading her cheeks as wide as they would go.

After a few minutes of my tongue lashing her twat, I concentrated on her swollen clitoris.
Jenny began to breathe harder and paused her own exploration, her head down, moaning hypnotically and swaying.

Breathing in rasps, sighing, then shouting, "Yes, oooooh....Yes ohhhhhhhhYes! Yes! I don't believe....oh, OhhhhYes, Paula -YES!"

Orgasm wracked her, violently shaking her long, lithe body from head to toe. She collapsed, squirming and bucking, clenching my head with her thighs. Jennifer was literally grinding her cunt into my face like a woman possessed.
Then loosening, She bent down and began licking my aching clit furiously, eratically, earnestly until I began to come too. We both clasped on to one another and held on for the ride of our lives.
We rocked and pitched and moaned and heaved and cried out each others' names and cried real, joyful tears.
Somewhere in there, my fingers found their way inside her vagina and anus and I almost lost my rings I fingered her so hard!
We came so long and so hard that we both eventually collapsed, completely limp and both drenched with our sweat and our juices.
We lay there together for a couple of minutes, just breathing. We finally untangled ourselves and shakily gained our feet.

"Whewwwww!", we both said as one, then laughed, hugging tenderly, our breasts touching.

We were a pair, that's for sure, two lovely, tall young girls, sweaty and spunky.
We looked and smelled and felt glorious! My nostrils smelled of her behind and I kept snuffing the wonderful funkiness she had left on me, making us laugh. It was beyond wild. Far, far, far beyond!!

I couldn't help but caress her still. I couldn't keep my hands off of her! I was afraid to let go, thinking it all might end. I didn't have to worry.

We still had lots of time, so we got into her shower and washed each other, head to toes.
We talked and giggled and kissed some more, and she even made me come one more time; my bottom on the edge of the tile shower seat, and her kneeling before me.
What a day!

Clean and glowing, our hair up in towels, we sat in her room, just talking, and smiling. We had fallen in love with one another.
We could both feel it. I had a nervous pit in my stomach.
It was the strangest feeling - I felt as if I were falling, spinning, losing myself to this thing between us, but I didn't care.

She said she felt the same! We weren't just sisters anymore, we were lovers - good, desireful lovers, deeply involved, and, as always before, we were friends, too. It felt like the most natural thing in the world, like, "why didn't one of us think of this sooner?"

By the time our parents and brother returned, we had retreated to our separate rooms in the house and all was seemingly normal.
I had trouble looking at Scott the same way, and desperately wished to see his penis in action! He didn't notice, but went right up to his room, locking the door! Snicker!

Although we both went off to different colleges (she went that August), and she has since married and has children, our love affair has never ended.
I have remained single and do not want the burden of marriage.
I like men and love heterosexual sex! (It turns out, I am bisexual. Go figure!) Men are the greatest - except for Jennifer, of course!

We now work together, running our family business, and her husband, James, and I are very close.
Her children adore me and I them.
They live across town. Scotty is a stock broker in Boca Raton. I watched him masturbate quite a few times after she clued me in, by the way, and it was everything she'd said! He still doesn't know. Maybe I'll tell more about that next time.

I had a bedroom area installed at the office, and Jenny and I still make love as often as we can.
We have the best of both worlds.
Her hubby understands that she must sometimes "work late" and suspects nothing!
And although I occasionally take other lovers, my beautiful, sexy sister Jennifer is and always will be the one and true love of my life. It's really strange the way life turns out sometimes.

That's it. I'm going to go masturbate to this story right now. I've never written it down let alone shared it and I feel I owe myself. I hope you do, too.

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I have found a new, free sex game (new to me, not new to everyone). It is called Viva-Ponata.

If you have not heard of it, you can check it out at the following link:

http://viva-ponata.com/register.php?REF=66586

If you use the link, I get credit for the referral (if you reach level 5), and I get 25 diamonds (which is a type of currency in the game).

The game is a sort of a sexual simulation game. You pick your name, you can earn money by performing various illegal acts (selling Viagra, stolen DVDs, turning tricks). And you also can enhance your appearance (which adds to your beauty, so you can get a better job, for instance). I am a fairly tame character in real life, so this allows me to let my hair down. I mean, I look forward to turning tricks – someone has to choose your ass among all the prostitutes working the streets.

I am by no means an expert at the game, but it is a fun diversion. If you want to try it, sign up (free), and write me or my online spouse. We can help you out.