Vinyasa
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Posted:Feb 24, 2016 2:40 pm
Last Updated:Feb 27, 2016 12:31 pm
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This was her one time of the week that she could unwind and forget about work, her boyfriend, her sister, everything that weighed on her mind. Yoga was her escape where it was she could just focus on herself in the dark and relax for an hour. And of course her ex had to come and ruin that. How was she supposed to focus on her flow when he came in with his scruffy light beard and blue eyes. And of course it was evident that he had been working on more, because he looked in great shape. She had kind of wished that she left her make up on and hadn’t put her hair in a simply pony tail, but at least she opted for her yoga shorts instead of yoga pants, so she could show off her ass that she had worked all winter for.
He laid his mat toward the back of the studio about 3 rows back from her, well within view. She just had to try to ignore he was there and sneak out before the class was over. As the instructor started the flow, she could tell he was watching her and remembering how he was, she knew she was not going to be so lucky. The instructor had them starting in a flow that had downward facing dogs, she suddenly found herself focusing on her form and making sure that her ass was in the correct position, and then she realized that she wasn’t going to fight this, so she may as well make him jealous. Every motion she took slowly, emphasizing the motions. As the room got hotter, she stripped down to her yoga bra, a small number she picked up from lululemon. It was pink with just a few straps up top and fit right to the bottom of her breasts. The sweat dripped down her body as the class went on. She had noticed that he too had gotten hot and took of his shirt, revealing that he too had been working out, with a flatter stomach than the last time she saw him and a more defined chest. She couldn’t help but peak and think of what the sex would have been like had he had that body. She also couldn’t help but notice that she was beginning to get wet.
Before she knew it, the class was over and she went to the cubby area to get her shoes and her keys. Hopefully all the people leaving the class would allow her to slip by with a simple hi and she could be on her way. Anymore than that and she was unsure of what she would do or say. She grabbed her keys and slipped her shoes on and turned around to see him in front of her, his shirt still off and her arm outstretched over her body, almost pinning her against the wall. She hadn’t had a chance to put her shirt back on after the class and effects of the arousal were immediately evident in her nipples. The thin material of the bra betrayed her instantly. “Looks like I need to start coming to the 8pm class more often” he said. “Normally I like to start by day with this class, but I spent the night at my girlfriend house last night and woke up late”. “It’s a good class” is all she could mutter in response, transfixed by his eyes and the sweat dripping down his body. “You look amazing, what has your secret been?” he asked. “Not much, just decided to take my workouts seriously this winter” she responded. This was partially true. The other part was that she wanted her boyfriend to propose and she wanted her wedding body when she got the ring.
The studio was empty as was the area outside of it as their conversation continued on for about 15 minutes. She kept looking for the right way to politely end it, but he kept moving in closer and this was turning her on far more than it should have. His finger began to trace up and down her belly, she shivered a bit letting him know the effect it had on her. She knew he was going to make a move and she was pretty sure than she was not going to deny him. She knew she should behave, but it has been so long since she had in man in her life that made moves and knew what he wanted. Her boyfriend was sweet, but she often found herself initiating the sex and making most of the decisions, it was nice that someone else was in control. His finger traced from her bellybutton to the top of her yoga and shorts, she moaned softly and that’s when he kissed her.
Fuck she thought, this isn’t supposed to happen. But the kiss felt amazing and his strong hands were beginning to explore her body. He guided her through the doorway into the dark studio where he pressed her against a wall. The kisses were stronger and her moans were louder. She traced her nails up and down his strong back, enjoying as their tongues danced. He lifted her hands above her head with one hand, as he began to kiss her neck. She arched her hips out so that she could feel his cock press against her clit through their gym shorts. The grinding began to pick up pace when he slid her shorts down, revealing the matching pink thong made of the light workout material. It was soaked. He slid his short down to reveal that he had not wore boxers to the class. His cock pressed against the thin material of her thong, pressing against her clit. She remembered what a nice cock it was, with a decent length and girth and perfectly straight. She would stroke him, but her were still above her head. He began to kiss down her body, freeing her hands. He kissed the tops of her breasts and then down her stomach, he hands ran through his sweaty hair as he kissed lower. He licked her clit through the panties while his hand pinched her nipples through the bra. She wrapped one knee around his neck, pulling him in closer. As he licked, he slid a finger into her, she moaned as it went in slowly and he twisted it. As she moaned, he licked faster and slid a second finger in. She has almost forgotten what truly amazing foreplay and sex was like. He stood back up and turned her around, pressing her hands against the wall and spreading her legs. He was using her like a toy and she was willingly giving up all control to him. He slid her panties down around her legs, the stretched out as he slid them down further. He took the tip of his cock and pressed it against her lips, teasing it around them. She grinded her ass up and down, practically begging him to slide it in. He finally obliged, sliding it in slowly so she could feel it fill her slowly. It was just as amazing as she had last remembered it and still sometimes touched herself thinking about. He grabbed her hips as he began to pump in and out slowly, moaning softly of how amazing she left. He began to pick up the pace holding her hips tightly. She took on hand and began to alternate back and forth between pinching a nipple and rubbing her clit. After about a minute of his cock filling her, she settled on full time rubbing her clit until she reached her second orgasm. Her juices covered his cock and flowed down her legs. He began to pick up his pace, smacking her ass slightly as he buried his cock in her. She felt a 3rd orgasm build as he bucked furiously. Her moans set him over the edge and she felt his cock shooting a large load in her pussy, which triggered her orgasm.
She slumped against the wall, he following, he cock still inside of her. After about a minute, he pulled his cock out and they both got dressed. She hoped he did the 8pm class more often.
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Phoenix discovery
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Posted:Feb 22, 2016 2:41 pm
Last Updated:Feb 24, 2016 1:50 pm
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You like that don’t you baby, my hard cock pounding in you”. Phoenix let out a small, but believable moan to make him happy, but like most sexual encounter she had in her 27 years, it was lacking something that she couldn’t identify. Sure he was attractive, fun to be around, and what he did felt “good”, but part of her thought there should be more to it, like some rush that her friends always talked about when they had sex with that right guy. Sure, she would orgasm, but that was more her body reacting than anything. Maybe Hollywood and Porn had overhyped sex and this really all there was too it. “Mmm baby, you are soo big, I can barely stand it, please cum in me now, I can barely stand it.” This also was a lie, but she knew it would make him cum and she could finally be on her way.
When she got to work on Monday, her work friends wanted to know how her date went and if they hooked up. She lied about sex because some of the ladies were judgmental and jealous, and she didn’t feel like dealing with the gossip. “Ladies, please get back to work, we have a production schedule to keep” her new boss, Mr. Tonis called out. He was new to the department and was considered an upcoming leader within the company. He had been put in charge of Phoenixs’ department as a training exercise. While he was gorgeous to look at, 6’ tall, blue eyes, a light beard, and very in shape, he was also much stricter than she was used to. “Phoenix, please come to my office”. Damn she thought, this is not how I wanted to started my day.
“Phoenix, I think of you as a leader within this group” He said sternly, “Its disappointing when I see you starting your day by gossiping instead of planning your priorities” His glare got intense as he looked her straight in the eyes, she was beginning to wonder if that feeling in her body was uncomfort or something else “ I expect more of you, and I thought I had I expressed that I wanted to personally mold you into the leader I know you can be”. She tied to whimper a response, but she found she was unable to speak, somehow his gaze had a control on her. “Ill try better sir” was all she could mutter out before she was excused from the office. Leaving it, she didn’t know if she wanted to cry or if she wanted to hug him, but what she did know was that his tone and his gaze left her panties soaked.
What the fuck was that all about she thought as she got home. She decided she would skip the gym and open a bottle of wine and relax. She knew she should text back her date from the weekend, but she figured she needed to sort out why she got soo aroused in that meeting. He was being soo strong and forceful, something she was not used to. She kept playing it in her mind, she barely noticed that her fingers had begun to slide underneath her panties. Did she have a crush on her boss? No, he was attractive, but not really her type. Was him being mean, no, other guys had been dicks before and she was disgusted. No, it was how he talked to her, with the forceful voice, so clear and direct in what he wanted, something she had rarely seen in man. That he wanted her to be better, and that he was going to forcefully help that. Her fingers slipped down to her clit, she wasn’t really sure at this point what was turning her on but she was going with it.
She turned her ipad and googled “Forceful Men, Sex” and was scared to find the results. She scrolled through until she found one called “Boss punishes miss” and started watching it. She had taken her bra off and was just in her white lace bikinis. He fingers were trailing all over her body as the porn started. The premise was a boss correcting one of his employees, he in a suit, her in a dress. But instead of the normal she begins to perform oral on him, this was different. He had her on her knees as he stood by her, telling her her mistakes. His voice was stern, and her eyes never left the ground. She felt her body get tingly in anticipation, she knew if she went straight for her clit, that she would cum fast, but she wanted to see this build. He had her get on her desk and told her what her punishments were. He started by pinching her nipples, holding it for 20 seconds or more. Phoenix pinched hers at the same time, harder than she would if she was playing with herself. A rush came over her body, maybe she had always just been too gentle with herself. He then moved on to having her lay across his lap, where he spanked her bare bottom 5 times with such as force that it left red marks. Phoenix’s legs were opening and closing as her fingers went from her thighs to her clit. This man knew exactly what he wanted and he was having it from this woman. This was something she had never seen before, there was a level of respect they both had for each other that made it far more erotic. The man finally had the woman lay on the desk, with her head leaning back over the side. He unzipped his pants and began to force his cock down her throat. The woman had trouble, but was doing it. He told her than there would be a punishment if she could not handle it. This was sending phoenix over the edge, she was playing with her clit harder than she could ever remember and her thighs were soaked with her juices. She knew her orgasm was coming, she grabbed a nipple and pinched it as hard as she could, while her other finger brought her clit to climax. She moaned soo loud, a mixture of pleasure and pain that sent waves over new feelings down her body.
After what she thought was at least 2 minutes, she came off her cloud. Her nipples were raw, but in a good way, her pussy still soaking wet. She just wanted to lay there and enjoy this, realizing this is what she really expected with sex. What was this anyways, she looked at the category, it said “BDSM.”
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The Tribute
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Posted:Feb 21, 2016 3:20 pm
Last Updated:Feb 22, 2016 2:14 pm
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She had always been the quiet server at the restaurant. While most of the girls were flirty with the customers to get bigger tips and dressed cute, she had always come across as shy and reserved. Rarely wearing make, her face would come across as plain to most, never drawing attention to her beautiful blue eyes. She always kept her dirty blonde hair in a simple pony tail, her shirt buttoned up all the way, and never jeans that highlighted her curves. She was the typical girl that did not know she was beautiful, or just wanted to hide it. Mark had been coming to the restaurant for lunch once a week and they had built up a small friendship back and forth. She always blushed when he complimented her and had finally asked her the courage to go out for dinner, which she said yes.
When he picked her up, she met him outside her place, claiming her house was too messy for guests. She wore a grey sweater dress with black tights, her hair curled and down to her shoulders, with light red lipstick. She had an idea she could be stunning, but never like this. They went to dinner, had a few drinks and some delightful conversation. She was shy, but as they talked more, she opened up. Her story seemed to match her style, a small town girl who has only had a few boyfriends, just looking to explore a bit before she settled down back in her hometown. All in all he considered the date a success and figured he had a pretty good shot at a second. He also assumed there would be a few cold showers in his future since she did not seem like the type of girl who would rush into anything physical.
He walked her back to her door and went in for a kiss, she blushed a little and let him give her a small peck on the lips. “I didn’t think you found me beautiful” she shyly said. “What, you are stunning, what guy wouldn’t” he replied. “Very few guys ever approach me, so I don’t think they ever find me beautiful, let alone sexy” she said. “Well how do I prove that I think you are the most beautiful, sexy girl I know?” he asked, flirtingly. She opened the door and motioned with her finger for him to follow.
She led him into her bedroom, he was getting excited at what she had in mind. She sat on her bed and told him to stand 3 feet away from it. She leaned back and began to trace her fingers up and down her thighs, moaning lightly. He tried to move closer, but she wagged her finger no. She bucked her hips up and down, moaning louder. She then stood up and pulled the dress over her head, to reveal the tights were black thigh highs, a pink and white polka dot bra, and a matching pair of bikini cotton panties. It was the perfect mix of sexy and innocent that made him wonder if she had this planned or this was her first time doing it.
She walked up to him and kissed his neck, but pushed him away when he tried to kiss her. She lowered her head down his body and then stopped at his belt, where she loosened it and lowered his jeans. She pressed her cheek against his bulge and the pressed her breasts against it. She stood up and turned around, grinding her ass on his cock, bending over and moving it up and down. “These are the panties I wear when I try to be a good girl, reminds me of when I was a virgin. But I think I am failing at being good, so I think I need to be punished.” “ Should I spank you?” he asked. “Oh no hunny, that’s for a different night, tonight I have been a , so you are going to treat me like one”. He began to quickly realize she was probably not the innocent next door type he had thought.
She lowered his boxers and let his cock spring free. She walked to her night stand, pulling out a bottle of lube. “I want you to stroke your cock and cum on me, I want my innocent panties covered in cum, to remind me how bad I have been” She laid down on the floor and began to pinch her nipples while a finger rubbed her clit through the cotton of her panties. He could see a large wet spot growing, so he lubed his cock up and began to stroke. She bucked her hips up and down, moaning loudly. He didn’t know whether to draw this out or to cum on her quick, the confusion causing him to edge himself, he know this was going to be a huge load one way or another. “Ive been touching myself thinking about you since you asked me out, every day before work I have been standing in front of my mirror imagining you are behind me, fucking me” she moaned. “I imagined the guy I was fucking last night was you, I knew I had to have you”. He knew he was not going to last much longer, so he picked up the pace, focusing on teasing the tip of his cock. “Your cock reminds me of my last bosses cock, soo veiny and thick. I loved sucking it after my shift was over, before he went home to his wife, to remind him how good I was. That was it, he realized now he was in over his head and was in for a wild ride, he pointed his cock at her and begin to shoot loads of his hot sticky cum on her, trailing from her belly button down to the soaked part of her panties. She played with it between her fingers and rubbed it on her clit. “Mmmm, you did very well hun, but I need to clean up before my boyfriend gets home”
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The Dance
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Posted:Jun 17, 2015 5:36 pm
Last Updated:Feb 22, 2016 7:15 pm
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The dancer whispered in her ear “Just relax honey, this will earn me a lot in tips and I’ll buy you a few shots afterwards”. She awoke from the same fantasy she had many night after that night at gentlemans club, where she remembered the dancer who had teased her with her tongue so expertly when she had gone on stage. And like the other nights, her panties were soaked and her fingers were on her clit. She knew that she wasn’t going to sleep without some help, so she slid off her white lace boyshorts and began to circle her clit with her fingers while her other hand traced up and down her body, pinching her nipples. She was glad she lived alone, so she could moan as loud as she wanted. She kept playing that night through her head: as she laid in the stage, her legs spread, as the red headed dancer trailed her finger up and down her tight body and then kneeled down, licking slowly up her legs, before a few small darts across her clit through her panties, before the dancer kissed back down her thighs and took her 5 dollars. She furiously rubbed her clit until the orgasm came, leaving trails of her juices down her legs. She always slept well after the orgasm from that fantasy.
The guys she had gone with that night of course had talked about what they saw, and the two that she was sleeping with often brought it up during dirty talk. She was off and on seeing one them, while the other one she fucked behind his back when her inner needed out and she wanted to be treated like one. So when it came up that they wanted to go again, she knew she had to go to see the dancer one more time and get out her pent up desires.
The night came and she knew she didn’t want to disappoint the dancer, she chose her outfit carefully. Her top was a black button up blouse that she undid 3 buttons to slightly reveal the light blue bra with light lace that held up her 34C breasts. The skirt was dark gray that went to mid thigh. Her panties matched the bra, a blue lace thong. To complete the look , she chose a pair of black thigh highs with a lace trim at top and black heels. It took her a while to get ready, as she dressed and lotioned herself, she kept wanting to touch, but she wanted to save that for the dancer.
They arrived at the club and her and the 4 others guys sat at a table and close to the stage. They ordered a few rounds of shots to loosen up. She flirted heavily with all the guys because she loved the attention and knew she would be fucking at least one of them that night. After about 20 minutes, she the red headed dancer and the dancer saw her. The dancer came to the table an sat on her lap, she was only in a black string bikini, her trimmed, triangle cut bush peeking ever so slightly out. The dancer whispered in her ear, “I was wondering when I would see you again hun, you have kept me up more than a few nights” and then proceeded to nibble her ear and walk toward the back. She could feel her juices soaking her panties and she had to squirm to avoid touching herself.
She watched as her dancer performed a few sets and continued to take shots to loosen up. About 11:45 when the club was full and dancer was on stage again, she knew this was her chance. A few men had gone up and put bills between their mouths, she expertly took them with her thighs and her breasts. She pulled out a crisp 100 dollar bill and laid in the stage and placed it between her breasts. The dancer slowly danced toward her and knelt beside her “You know, you didn’t have to tip me anything”. The dancer then proceeded to kneel between her thighs and drape her long red hair over her body, seductively leaning in and out and rubbing her breasts. The dancer first started by kissing up and down her neck, then trailing on the tops of her breasts. The crowd began to sense that this was going to be more than a simple dancer and began to gather closer and get louder. The dancer proceeded to unbutton her blouse with her teeth, and then kissed up and down her flat stomach. She leaned back and with a flick of her wrist, her top fell off, revealing her perky breasts. The dancer then pulled her bikini bottom out a bit, revealing her pussy completely, now glistening with her wetness. She felt a small orgasm knowing the dancer was as turned on as she. She was pretty sure the entire club was watching now and she just didn’t care. The dancer slowed her movements and began to grind slowly on her thigh, she could feel her wetness soaking through. The dancer pulled her up slowly, placed her face between her breasts, which she responded by greedily kissing and sucking on her erect nipples. The dancer then laid her down slowly and stretch her hands above her head and spread her legs. The dancer kissed up her thighs, before sliding a finger between her legs. The combination of the sweat and wetness allowed it to slide in quickly and deeply a few times, before the dancer pulled it out and began to play with her own clit. The dancer leaned her body back and began to moan as her finger circled her clit. The dancer quickly brought herself to an orgasm, which she felt and the dancers cum covered her thigh highs. The dancer then slowly knelt between her legs and slid her thong to the side. She lightly licked her clit as her finger slid in and out, twirling slowly. She moaned loudly, easily carrying over the loud rock music and the crowd. The dancer moaned slightly herself, and then proceed to lick her tongue hard and fast up and down and across her clit. She squirmed as the waves of pleasure went through her body, but the dancer held her hips down and licked harder. She felt a set of hands that were not the dancers begin to run up and down her thigh, bringing shivers through her body. The dancer could feel what was building in her body and slid a second finger in her. This brought her over the edge, she arched her back and moaned loudly as two waves of orgasms rocked her body. She lay them a moment as the dancer kissed her on the lips and stood up and took her 100. She didn’t know what to do next, but she just knew she wouldn’t be fucking just one of the guys that night.
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Miss
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Posted:Mar 27, 2015 8:14 pm
Last Updated:Jun 9, 2015 8:42 am
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The nature of a submissive and dominant is dedication. Each striving to please each other in their own way. She was dedicated, more so than he ever deserved. He went into this with the goal of expanding her sexual horizons and got far more than he ever could have dreamed.
She had a natural beauty that did not require make up, or hours of prep. Her smile lit up his day, often causing him to break character from dominant. It took great restraint not to tell her all the time what effects she had on him. Maybe someday she would believe the great beauty she had.
He knew she would do anything he asked, that was always his biggest challenge, how not to exploit that for his own desires. No, he had to be slow with her and keep her trust, as losing her would too great to deal with. He went to great lengths to keep it exciting, while also understanding she was not ready for all the thoughts that went through his head.
He wished fate would allow them more time together, however he knew it was these same restraints that made it special. He bides his time until fate determines until fate tells him what to do next.
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What happened to foreplay
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Posted:Jan 3, 2015 8:57 am
Last Updated:Jan 4, 2015 3:28 pm
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So I have been reflecting about what I think is great sex lately, and I realized I don't judge by how the penetration feels or how long we went. Instead, I realized its the foreplay. How built up was I before we moved on to penetration? How much did we explore each other? Some of the hottest user videos I haves seen on this site revolve around that, just foreplay.
Think about the sex or fooling around you did when you were younger. How much of it was spent trying to entice the person to go further? How did you do that? You took it slow, you found the things that aroused them, and you focused on that for a while. And even then it wasn't a sure thing, which made it all the more exciting and all the more enjoyable when it did happen.
I get it, once you cross a certain age, your urges for penetration and what comes with it get more intense and you feel silly doing things like fingering and heavy petting. But just consider slowing it down a bit and not assuming to fuck.
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Lunch
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Posted:Dec 21, 2014 8:09 am
Last Updated:Dec 21, 2014 8:40 am
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It’s just a lunch she thought. He probably just wants to discuss the next job he wants me to consult on. But the tone of their texts had gotten much flirtier lately, the compliment more plentiful. But she knew he knew she was engaged, so he had to respect that, right? It’s just lunch she kept repeating to herself. But why was she dressed the way she was, this was a bit more than she normally did for a . She had on a blue dress that went to just above her knees. It scooped in the chest, revealing a small amount of her cleavage. But she put a black wrap around it so her arms were not bare. She had on red lipstick and her hair was up in a twist. She wore a light amount of perfume. Again, all simple tasks she would normally do for any she was trying to impress. Her bra was black with bits of pink lace, but she liked that bra and it made her more confident. No harm there. The matching garter was simply to hold up her stockings. But she realized she needed to stop lying to herself when she didn’t have on any panties. She hoped something would happen and wanted to be ready if it did.
They met at an upscale place by his office. He was a younger man, with short blonde hair styled to the side and deep blue eyes. He wore a dark gray suit with a light blue shirt. He pulled her chair for her and then sat down “I am spending more time at my office than I would like these days, so I want it to be a place that I feel comfortable in, as well as certain comforts and amenities to make my time their more enjoyable.” Just a simple design job she thought, harmless. “However there are certain aspects about what I want designed that you may outside what you are used to designing for, so before we start, I am going to have to ask you to sign a document of non-disclosure. If this makes you uncomfortable, we can stop now and I will think nothing less of you”. He pulled a small contract from his portfolio and slid it to her. She read it over, found it all very standard and signed it. “When would you like me to start” she asked. He responded, “I was hoping tonight, around 8pm. I want to ensure that the office is empty before we begin”
She arrived at his office at 8pm, where he was waiting by the door to unlock it. It was on the 25th floor of a high rise downtown. They were very quiet during the elevator ride up. He showed her to his office, a very standard office with a standard issue desk and credenza behind it. To the side the windows overlooked the city. “What I need is this space to be multi functional. I need to be able to work here, but after hours I also need to be able to play”. “Play?” she asked. “Yes, I am very active in the lifestyle and don’t always get the chance to get out, so I would prefer if this space could also incorporate features that are primarily sexual in nature.” “Like a bed?” she asked. “No, nothing that plain. But for example, I would expect that my desk be large enough and its contents positioned such that I could easily lay a partner or two on it.” Two she thought, but he was very attractive and she had similar fantasies so she could see how it could happen. “Also, the desk should have discrete hooks so that I may use restraints with it”. She was beginning to get wet at this. Sure she had seen some porns that explored this fantasy, but never had she met someone who actually got to live it. She sat on the desk, “Please come closer, first I need to make sure this is the right height for you”. She spread her legs as he walked closer. She could smell his cologne and it drove her wild. She pulled him by the belt so that his pelvis was between her legs. “You are not stretching to be in this position correct, its comfortable?” “This is just fine, thank you for thinking of such a simple detail that may often get overlooked”. She leaned back and laid on the desk. Her head extended over the edge. “I see where a partner may not like this”. “Correct, I believe distractions of uncomfort get in the way, so I want you to remove them”. He pressed his bulge against her pussy, it was very clear now to him that she did not wear panties. He knelt down and lightly twirled a finger on her clit, she shuddered a bit at the tease. He began to kiss up her thighs and then stopped. “I have to asked, are you ok with me proceeding? This is outside of the contract you signed”. She responded by pressing his head between her legs and giving a soft moan.
He started by circling her clit with his tongue…slowly with small little darts across it. He would stop from time to time and kiss her thighs. He then took a finger and twirled it in her slowly. She was dripping from the build up and he was taking advantage of it. His hands traced up her body until his fingers found her mouth, instinctively she began to suck on them lightly, twirling he tongue on his finger tips. She could feel a shiver go down his spine and thought “Interesting, he does have a weak spot”. He stood up, walked around the desk, and stood in front of her. His hands traced down her neck and began to massage her breasts. She undid his belt and lowered his pants, she could see an impressive bulge. She began to rub it with her hands. He lowered his boxer briefs, letting his cock out, 8 inches with decent girth. He came closer to her so she could begin to tongue his balls and stroke his shaft. She took her balls into her mouth, then rubbed her hand on her pussy so she could stroke his shaft with his juices. She began to slowly run her hands from the tip to his balls, greedily licking his balls at the same time. His moans were getting louder, which excited her more. She took a finger and began to tickle his anus, he responded by getting harder. She stroked his faster, but knew to keep it controlled as she wanted to ensure he did not cum before she could feel him in her. She moaned as she sucked, her hips swayed. She wanted him to know how badly she wanted him in. She stopped stroking, “Please, I am dripping, fill me now”. He spun her around on the desk and took his cock and pressed the tip against her pussy. He circled it, teasing her. She moaned in anticipation, she grabbed him by his tight ass and tried to force him in, but he resisted. She knew she was his toy and that he would do this at his own pace, driving her only more wild. He began to slide slowly in her, inching in slowly. She gasped as it filled her. Once he had his cock fully in her, he left it there, moving his hips slowly to grind deeper. She responded by moving her own, hoping to get him in just a bit deeper. He leaned down and kisser her neck, before pinning her hands to the desk. He began to thrust harder into her, generating a slow in and out motion. She moaned loudly as she felt all of him. She began to lose count of the orgasm, she knew she had one as he licked her, another as they grinded their hips together. She felt another building, his slow nature drove her wild. He began to pick up his pace, while he held his hips down. He began to thrust faster, she responded by tightening herself. Was she beginning to get some level of control? He moaned as she squeezed, she could feel his cock throbbing in her. She knew it was coming close, but she didn’t want it to end. He pressed on her clit with his fingers, bringing her to another orgasm. Her moan sent him over the edge, he pulled out and stoked his cock as he came on her pussy.
“I think I had some ideas for you, let me get back to you within a week to discuss”.
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Posted:Dec 15, 2014 5:48 pm
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2024 1:4 am
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Dont worry folks, more to come. Just writing it offline and the I'll post here when complete.
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Escape Part 4
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Posted:Nov 29, 2014 2:29 pm
Last Updated:Nov 29, 2014 2:54 pm
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She slid her husbands boxers down, staring into his eyes the whole time. She then trailed her fingers down his chest as she began to kiss his thighs. His cock was fully erect, not quite the size she saw at the club, but she had never been let down by it. She started with a small kiss on the tip, then twirling her tongue down the shaft. He tried to grab her head, but she pushed his hands to the side. She was in control tonight. She licked his balls lightly as she stroked her hand up and down his shaft, then ran her lips down the shaft again. She was going to tease him with this.
She saw a group of men in suits in the corner of the club. Some women had approached them a few times, but after a few moments, they always left. She saw they had been watching her, so she approached them. "You are new here aren't you?" One asked. Trying to not show how out of place she was, she responded "Why do you say that?". "You look like a deer in the headlights, not entirely sure what you want". Another chimed in "Most women here are trying to fulfill a particular fantasy, or fulfill something missing in there life." "How do you know that my fantasy is not just the lost woman who just stumbled in here?" she retorted. She had forgotten the confidence that came with controlling a man in a conversation. She had blown soo many boys away in college with how forward she was, could she do it again? She started by sitting between the two men, setting a hand on each of their thighs, trailing her fingers up.
She knew college was going to be the time for her to define herself. She had enjoyed sex in high school, however only having two partners, she didn't really knew if she truly enjoyed it, or was just going with the flow. She had to play reserved in her hometown, because she did not want a "reputation". but she purposely chose a school far from home that none of her classmates would attend, so she could try the lifestyle she wanted. She wasn't stupid, the last thing she wanted was to have to drop out because of a pregnancy, or to pick up an std. But she quickly recognized her dark brown hair, blue eyes, trim body with long legs, made her very desirable to the boys and she generally attracted attention wherever she went. Her roommate rarely approved on her outfits, always thought he skirts were too far above the knees and there was no reason to show cleavage. But she had fun with it and it generally meant she drank for free. When a cute guy was a good dancer and a good kisser and she could feel he had a decent size cock when they danced close, she was rarely afraid to go home with him. She figured she would see where the foreplay led and let the rest play out from there.
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Escape Part 3
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Posted:Nov 28, 2014 7:54 am
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2024 1:4 am
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She started by straddling her husband on the couch. She grabbed the back of the couch as she leaned back and grinded herself on to him. She slowly unbuttoned his shirt and began to kiss down his chest, then pressed her breasts against him. She would lean in so he could smell her perfume close and feel her hair against his face, and then lean back so she could trace a finger down her chest. She paused and undid his pants, she wanted to feel his hard cock she as she grinded on on him and wanted him to know how wet she was. She still kept going back to that place in here mind and it kept driving her crazy.
The redhead had been stroking the black cock through the hole, alternating with small licks on the tip when the cock burst its load on her chest. She took her finger and swirled in, then licking her finger before getting up. Another cock took its place about 1 minute later, this one thinner and white, but by no means a let down. She was tempted to touch it, to stroke it, just to see what she was capable of, but she decided she wanted to see what else this place offered.
She walked out of the room and surveyed it. There were couches along the ways where various couples, individuals, and groups were in various states of undress, and performing various acts of foreplay. Some were simply talking close, touching each other. Others were giving strip teases. And some were a bit more blatant, stroking their partner or partners.
These sexual acts were not new to her, nor was the concept of sex with a stranger or sex with a group. She had been far more sexually liberal in her youth, however she would never tell her husband any of those details. She simply thought she had grown past those desires, but based on the burning she now felt between her legs, she realized that was not exactly the case.
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Escape Part 2
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Posted:Nov 27, 2014 9:06 am
Last Updated:Jan 3, 2015 8:46 am
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Her husband thought it the was the number of drinks she had when she arrived to the party late. When she arrived, she leaned close up against him, pressing her ass into his crotch, guided his hand to just below her navel and kissed him deep. As she continued to have vodka tonics, she became more adventurous, guiding his hand down her back and along her ass so that he knew she did not have any panties on. Her forward nature with her husband had attracted the attention of more than a few men at the party, and she played along as they flirted with her. Assuming she had too much to drink based on her behavior, he insisted that he drive home.
The entire drive home her legs and hips were moving with anticipation. She felt his cock through his dress pants, stroking it slowly and she nibbled his ear. Again, her husband thought it was the drinks, but she knew it was because what she had watched at that place.
When the arrived home, she was thankful she sent the to her parents so she did not have to break this mood. She pressed him down on the couch and told him to stay still. Since he had not seen this side of her since college, he was not about to disobey. She turned on a 80's rock themed mix on her ipod and turned away from him. She started by slowly moving her hips back and forth and tracing her body with her hands. She undid the hook on her dress and unzipped it just enough so that the dress began to fall down on its own and she moved. She turned and saw that he was stroking himself through his pants, she grabbed his hands and placed them at his side.
As the dress fell down, she kicked it across the room with her heels and then he saw the black lace bra, matching garter, thigh highs, and no panties. She turned and faced him, letting her fingers trail from her lips, to her breasts, down her stomach, then along her landing strip and finally to her clit as she began to tease it lightly as she danced.
She knew was this place was as the redhead stroked the black cock. She had read about it, maybe her the occasional rumor, but never seen one for real. She knew why all these people were here. Their day to day lives and sex lives had staled, and they wanted to escape it all and feel alive again. The redhead motioned that she was welcome to come join her as she pleasured the cock of the unknown man behind the wall. It was larger that she was used to, of course she had seen pictures of black cocks before, but never one in the flesh. She was also in a state of shock still, so instead she lifted her dress and began to play with her clit as she watched. This pleased the redhead, so she moaned a bit more as she ran her mouth back and forth across the shaft, before she took it all the way in. She knew she shouldn't be here, but she also knew she didn't know when she would get a chance to come back.
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Escape Part 1
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Posted:Nov 26, 2014 2:30 pm
Last Updated:Jan 3, 2015 8:46 am
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The prelude to therapy.....
It was late and she was lost. Why she thought her husbands directions would make sense and she just didn't bring her GPS was beyond her. But it didn;t matter now, she needed to find where she was and get home. Down the country road she saw a dim light outside a building with a few cars. An interesting cross section of beat up trucks, motorcyles, mini vans and the occasional lexus. But she a woman walk in, so she pulled off and parked. It was strange to her that there was no sign, very little light for the parking lot, but she realized she was in no position to be picky and entered.
She was worried she would stick out, as she was dressed for a cocktail party she was supposed to meet her husband at. Her makeup was limited, she rarely needed any to get attention. She had on a blue strapless dress with a slit up the side, her 36C breasts holding it in place nicely. Her black nylons covered her legs and her black opened toed heels showed her freshly done pedicure. She had planned something special for her husband, underneath she had on a black lace strapless bra, matching garter, but no panties.
As she walked in, she noticed how dim it was. It appeared to be a bar, with a bar running along the side and a tables scattered throughout. There were a few doors, which she thought odd, since they were not marked as a bathroom. She also began to notice all the men who were not engaged with a woman began to turn and watch her. She was no stranger to attention, she had never had a problem getting it, but it was the way they looked at her, like she was a forgone conclusion. Also, there was no bartender working the bar, people were just helping themselves to what drink they wanted.
She had to relieve herself, but she didnt see a room marked as a restroom. She did see an attractive redhead go into one of the doors, so she figured that was her best bet. She headed to the room the woman walked into and entered. There was a toilet, however she quickly realized thats not what the intention of this room was. The redhead was on her knees in the corner of the room, stroking a long black cock with her hand slowly. The redhead paid no attention to her and proceeded to lick the balls of the cock while her hand went slowly up and down the shaft.
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Therapy, in its entirety
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Posted:Aug 2, 2014 8:12 am
Last Updated:Jan 3, 2015 8:46 am
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She walked into the dark bar not really sure why again she was there. All that she knew was that she was not dressed how she was comfortable with and was not entirely sure that she looked good in it. Her black leather jacket followed her curves well and her jeans were far tighter and hung much lower than she was used to. The black tank top showed more cleavage than her mother would have ever approved. But the extended glances she got from the men as she walked in let her know she had done something right.
She still couldn't believe this all started from grabbing the wrong cell phone and reading that text.
Her short brown hair was styled tight so it would not get in the way, and that particular shade of red lipstick even turned her on. She knew everyone was here for the same thing, but no one wanted to admit it and bring attention to it. Everyone had their part they wanted to play, for their own reasons. Most of the men were in suits, trying to play the part of some rich executive, but most failed because the suits did not fit the way a tailored one would. The women had more variety, from the lady in the evening dress to the librarian.
The problem with cell phones is that they all look the same unless you put on a cover. Marie had just gotten a new one and heard the familiar ding of a text. Even though she was at book club, she never knew if she needed to pick up something for one of the or her husband on the way home. She picked up the phone and read the text.....it shocked her at first, she knew it was not for her, but when her friend Kate asked for the phone, she was in even more disbelief that she could ever receive something like that.
Marie strolled through the bar and ordered a whiskey on the rocks. It burned on the way down, she would never drink this willingly she thought. But she wanted to complete her role. A tall man with sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, and sexy amount of black stubble on his chin sat next to her. He was wearing jeans, boots, and plaid buttoned up shirt, untucked. His role must be that of a cowboy, or some kind of outdoors type. Her husband never stayed far from civilization.....
The text series said "You left those amazing panties here last night, I always have had a thing for blue and lace". "I dont believe you will want them back, as they are torn and covered in more than my cum". "You put on quite a show and next time a few more friends want to join us".
She never bothered learning the outdoorsman name, there was no need. All she knew that was his eyes looked deep into her, and his was of controlling the conversation and building sexual tension was something she never knew was possible. The white satin bikinis she knew were now drenched, but she had a feeling they would not be going home with her and she would need to be doing more more shopping before her next encounter.
The number who the texts came from had a name tied to it, so this text was no accident. But Kate had been married for 10 years and had 2 wonderful . How could she ever be into anything like that?
Marie gave the outdoorsman a nod and walked toward a back room. He followed, staring at how her ass moved. She had never been looked at like that before and it excited her more. She opened the door to the dark room, she knew others were in there for the same thing, a low light gave outlines of other women performing the act she was about to.....
Marie didn't know if she should confront Katie or not. This was none of her business, but she loved Katie's family and did not want her to mess anything up. Katie was her college roommate, Katie had been the one who gave her the disapproving looks when she spent the night at her college boyfriends. Also, why did reading that text give her such a twinge of excitement and send tingles down her body?
She guided the outdoorsman by the hand to a corner where no light shown. He leaned down to kiss her, she pushed away. She has to reserve something special for her husband still. "No kissing, I am her for one reason and thats not it" she said in a low tone. She guided his hands down between her legs and slid them under her jeans. "I am ready to go anyways". His large, rough hands felt good against her clit, it had been soo long since she had felt the touch of another. The outdoorsman said "Mmmm, been a while since I have felt an unshaved pussy". Marie panicked, did she forget something? "I leave the shaving for the Barbies and Sorority girls, a real woman leaves something for you" she said back. She pulled his hand out of her pants and got down on her knees.
"Katie, what was that text on your phone?" Marie asked as she was leaving book club. Katie stopped and froze...
Marie knew she was in all the way now. She could walk away from this, but she knew she would always wonder. And she couldn't stop from going back to what Katie said....
"Have you ever felt like there is a piece missing to your life?" Katie said quietly. "I don't expect you to understand, but for a while I just felt like I have been walking through the motions" as Katie, continued, Marie began to notice maybe those same feelings she had were not uncommon.
She unzipped the outdoorsmans jeans slowly, she could feel the bulge and she was nervous. She had only given blow jobs to 3 men in her life and she never really knew if she was any good. Since thats what everyone was in this dark room for, she feared she would not be able to perform.
Katie finished explaining how she wondered why some women never blushed, why it seemed they were not afraid of the talk from others if she wore something more revealing or flirted with someone a bit much "Marie, just watch one night and maybe you will understand".
Marie stroked the outdoorsman through his boxer briefs, it felt long and full and firm. She could feel the outline of the vein going up it. She slowly ran her hand up and down the outline of his cock, she trembled a bit knowing what boundaries she was about to cross. Then a slight rush went down her spine and her body felt everything. She heard the moans from the other pairs. She took a quick glance around to see there were 5 other pairs in the room, she tied to quickly see which men were reacting to what, but they all seemed to be enjoying themselves equally. She then saw the woman who had two men with her and knew this was another world.
She didn't really know what to expect as she slid down the outdoorsman's boxer briefs, she had felt it through them, but she had been married for 7 years now and didn't know if things had changed. She was struck at first at how normal it seemed, like the few others she had seen before. Her misconceptions of this type of club had led her to believe that everyman here would be endowed like a porn star and have a piercing. She licked the cock slowly from the base to the tip, swinging along it. He was shaved, which was something she was not used to, but pleasantly surprised. She moaned a lil as her tongue swirled back down his cock.
"Just wear a basic cocktail dress and heels. You will only be watching and I will let everyone know you are off limits" Katie told Marie on the phone. "Be ready at 9pm, we have a slight drive". Marie found a black sleeveless dress that covered the cleavage of her 36 b breasts, but showed off her slender legs. At 9pm, Katie showed up and Marie got in the car. "Before you judge, just watch. Ever since I have started doing this, I have never felt more alive. Its better than pills and therapy".
The outdoorsman responded both physically and verbally to Marie slowly teasing his cock with her tongue. In all honesty, Marie was still not really sure what she was doing and why. But his moans gave her some satisfaction that he was enjoying it. He murmured "You are amazing at this", Marie replied "I know, now no talking or I will stop". Who was this person that was coming out and taking control sexually? As the questions ran in her mind, she began to take his cock deeper in her throat while she fondled his balls. He tried to guide her head, she slapped him away and then sucked deeply, pulling his cock deeper into her mouth. She knew she was in control.
"This is Laura and she is my pet for the night, you will make no movements toward her" Katie said, pointing to Marie. They were in a corner of a darkened room surrounded by 3 men, each playing a different role. One was the typical business man in a suit, another was a surfer with tussled black hair, shorts, and a muscle t shirt. the 3rd was possibly a rock star, with a black leather jacket, tight jeans, and a pieced lip. Katie proceeded to slowly saunter between the 3 men, letting her fingers trail from their stomachs to the cocks. "When I tell you individually, you will take off your pants and being to stroke yourself." Marie was shocked at how confident Katie was, how she knew what would turn her on and how much control she had over these 3 strangers.
Marie could begin to feel the outdoorsman shudder in his knees and knew she was close to making him cum, but she did not want this to end yet, so she slowed down. She proceeded to run her fingers from his flat stomach to his chest, running then slowly through his chest hair. She licked his balls lightly, with small teasing flicks. She paused for a moment and slid a finger to her dripping pussy to check how wet she was, and then proceeded to put her finger in his mouth to share what she had found.
After it was over, Katie and Marie walked slowly to Katie's car. Marie had a million questions, not really sure which were appropriate. Katie could see the look of bewilderment on Marie's face "If its not for you hun, I understand, but I need this to keep my everyday life from swallowing me whole. Marie knew that no amount of questions and answers would begin to explain the person she saw, and simply responded "When is it my turn".
Marie slid into bed after her night with Katie, her mind still racing. Did she have to cheat to experience what Katie had, to get the "Therapy" she got? Her husband was asleep, she undressed slowly in front of the mirror, looking at her body. She was still fit and thought she still looked good naked. She slid in bed next to her husband and began to trail her fingers down his chest to his boxers, he awoke to see her naked "Marie, put some clothes on, its going to be cold tonight".
Marie hadn't noticed, but another pair had picked a spot next to her and the outdoorsman. The man was watching Marie work the outdoorsman cock with great interest, she winked at him and then went back to sucking. How long had she been sucking his cock, she did not know. All she did know what that she had a great urge within her building. Even though she had slowed earlier, she knew her was near climax. She stopped for a moment and took her tank tank off, to reveal a red lacy bra. She then began to lightly suck the tip of his cock and stroke his shaft, the swaying in his knees let her know she was close. She swirled her tongue up and down his cock slowly one last time and then began to stroke his cock fast and tight. With her other hand she began to play with her clit, her moans setting the outdoorsman off. He sprayed his hot, sticky load of cum from her neck to her breasts, dripping onto the bra. She stood up and put her tank top back on and walked out of the room. She looked around the club and saw Katie flirting with another man and gave her a nod. As she got in her car, she could still feel his cum dripping down her chest, she knew she would have to find a place to clean it off before she got home. But more immediately, she had to satisfy her unmet need. She slid her jeans off to see her panties were soaked and her unshaved pussy was glistening with her wetness. She leaned her seat back and proceeded to stroke her clit, while she replayed the night in her head. All it took was 30 seconds before she came with a body shaking orgasm that she had not experienced in quite sometime.
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