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(from: cupid) Derek and Dean


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The party raged around them, loud conversations occurring left and right. Derek eyed Dean, his pupils dilated. Dean motioned towards the stairs that led up to the bedroom, and Derek shook his head, looking at all the people that were still in their house. Dean rolled his eyes, and walked to the stairs, deliberately shaking his hips when he knew Derek was watching. Derek raced up behind him, no longer caring about what their party guests thought.

Dean turned when he heard Derek behind him, and quickly pressed his lips to Derek’s head, which caused Derek to grin. Dean then turned to go upstairs, but Derek grabbed his hand and pulled him into his arms. Derek then pushed Dean against the wall, and pinned his hands above his head. Dean’s grin disappeared as he registered the lust in Derek’s eyes. He leaned down to kiss Derek again, but Derek leaned in and started to kiss under his jaw. Derek then picked Dean up, wrapping Dean’s lithe legs around his waist. Dean bit his lip hard, trying desperately to keep in moans so the people downstairs wouldn’t hear him.
Dean heard Derek chuckle under his breath at his attempt to keep quiet. Dean glared at Derek, unamused, then smiled widely and pulled Derek’s hips into his, which made Derek’s eyes go wide when his hard dick rubbed against Dean’s. Derek glared at Dean then, and Dean laughed quietly. Dean then leaned down and pressed his lips to Derek’s, and Derek let go of his hands so he could wrap his arms around Dean’s waist. Dean wrapped his arms around Derek’s shoulders and kissed him hard as he rolled his hips against Derek’s, making him moan lewdly into Dean’s mouth. Dean pulled away quickly to shush Derek, but Derek pushed his hips harder against Dean’s, making him keen. He grinned at Dean, whose eyes narrowed as he stuck his tongue out. Derek’s pupils dilated once more, and Dean’s eyes widened as Derek crashed his lips back onto Dean’s and started to pull his deep blue dress shirt out of his pants.

Derek set Dean down and ripped his belt buckle off, and fumbled with the button on Dean’s tight-fitting pants. Dean huffed, exasperated, and shoved his pants down roughly, ripping the button off. Derek’s hand ran up Dean’s thigh, and Dean smiled widely. As Derek reached the top of Dean’s leg, he frowned, realizing he should have met the unforgiving barrier of Dean’s boxers. Derek looked up at Dean, who blushed brightly. He leaned down and whispered, “I didn’t put any on this morning. We were in such a rush to get ready that I completely forgot.” Derek’s hands were tight on Dean’s legs as he slowly processed what he had said. The realization that Dean hadn’t been wearing anything underneath his pants all day excited Derek even further. Dean grinned deviously at the pure lust that was pouring off Derek. He ran his fingers through Derek’s hair, and winked when he looked up at him. Derek pulled Dean close to him and grabbed his ass. Dean gasped loudly, then whimpered as Derek pushed his hips into Dean’s, his suit pants rubbing against Dean’s throbbing cock. Dean’s hands slid to his chest, then down to Derek’s belt, which he unbuckled slowly, watching Derek’s eyes slide closed in pleasure. He then unzipped his pants, and slide one hand inside, rubbing it against Derek’s cock. Derek moaned under his breath, causing Dean to suck in a quick breath, turned on by Derek’s vulgar mouth. Dean quickly pulled down Derek’s pants and boxers in one smooth jerk, and reached for his hard cock. Derek moaned louder than before, and Dean smiled as he slowly wrapped his hand around it. Dean then watched as Derek sucked on his fingers before reaching around and slowly circling Dean’s ass. Dean bit his bottom lip hard, refusing to let out a moan. Derek leaned forward and captured Dean’s lip between his, sucking softly as he worked a finger inside Dean. It was then that Dean moaned loudly, and tightened his hand around Derek’s cock. Derek growled under his breath, and kissed Dean hard as he worked another finger inside Dean. As Dean’s moans got quieter, Derek worked a third finger inside, watching Dean’s mouth drop open as he leaned his head back against the wall.

“Ready,” Dean whimpered. “I’m ready, Der.” Derek smiled as Dean pulled his pants the rest of the way down his legs with his feet, whilst rutting against Derek’s fingers. Derek guided Dean’s arms around his shoulders once more and pulled his fingers out as he picked Dean up. Dean wrapped his legs around Derek’s waist as he moaned at the loss. Derek traced his fingers around Dean’s mouth, and he opened his mouth to lather Derek’s fingers with his tongue. Derek then reached down and rubbed his hard cock, moaning quietly. Derek then guided his cock to Dean’s ass and pushed in slowly. He looked up to Dean when he was fully seated into Dean’s ass, and Dean nodded his consent. Dean threw his head back, moaning loudly as Derek pulled out halfway then slammed back inside. Dean’s eyes rolled back as his breath caught in his throat. Derek slid in and out of Dean, smiling at Dean’s loud moans. Dean wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and buried his face in Derek’s chest as Derek started to set a steady pace, sliding into Dean quickly, then pulling out slowly, making Dean feel every inch of him as he slid out. Dean tightened his arms around Derek as he started to plow into him faster and harder, Derek’s hands bruising on Dean’s waist. Dean’s moans started to get louder as he got closer to completion, and Derek’s pace started to become erratic. He suddenly slammed deep into Dean, and Dean froze, his eyes going wide and his jaw dropping. Then, Dean’s back arched and he yelled, “Fuck,” as his orgasm hit him hard. Dean tightened around Derek’s cock, and Derek moaned as he released inside Dean, his cum painting Dean’s insides. Dean moaned as he collapsed into Derek’s arms, his head spinning with pleasure. Derek wrapped his arms around Dean tightly as he slowly pulled out of Dean’s ass. Dean whimpered softly and shivered. Derek pulled Dean close, and started to carry him up the stairs. As Derek walked, he kissed the side of Dean’s head, and whispered, “I love you, Dean.”

Dean grinned, and said, “I know.”

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(from: Lori Sign) Spanking Rituals


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With my HoH Boyfriend there a big difference in what kind of spanking I am getting.

Maintenance or warning spanking are usually no specified number of swats, sometimes they are pretty quick but not all the time. Maintenance spankings for most part are medium to hard in strength. I have a safe word I can use, but I usually don’t because of stubbornness, pride or I am fighting it and trying to suck it up. Sometime he will get a egg timer, set it after I am over his knee and spanks me until it goes off. When it’s over I am usually doing what they call a spanking dance (arching my back, clenching up tight and hoping up and down while rubbing my burning backside) when he lets me up. But after that, that I get a discipline spanking. I feel so embarrassed being 20 some years old doing the spanking dance like a little kid but that is what I instinctively end up doing. Does anyone else do the spanking dance like that?

After one or two maintenance or warning spanking on the same subject, I get a discipline spanking. Before a Discipline and punishment I have to stand in the dame corner. After I am in the corner holding the paper with our agreement against the wall with my nose, he sets the egg timer and doesn’t tell me how long he set it for. Damn I hate that too, it’s the not knowing. It different time every time too. For Discipline and punishment spankings I have to wear jeans all the time to prepare and it’s always over his knee. He makes me take them down myself as sign that I submitting to my spanking. I have take them down to my knees but no further, he seems like that visually and it does limit my kicking a little even though I flutter my feet a lot. Discipline Spanking is usually given with no warm-up hand spanking, I don’t get a safe word to use and he usually uses an implement a belt, hairbrush paddle (hate the damn thing). It’s a high but specified number of swats, 60 plus but never go over 100 per our agreement. The hardest thing is that he doesn’t tell me how many I am getting. At this point it’s very hard to bend over his knee not knowing how many or when it’s going to stop even though I know it’s a specified number in his head.

Discipline spanking from the very beginning are as hard and fast as possible, no pauses between swats, and does let up in intensity until he reaches that specified number, its over quickly but painfully. Per our agreement, I reserve the right to have a pillow to bite on and put my face into and try to muff any hollering I may do. I can don’t have to be completely still but I can’t try to wiggle off, or put my hands back, if I do, the specified number starts all over, no matter how far into we are. I can flutter my feet but can’t kick too hard as to slip off his lap. Although, discipline spanking are hard to take with no warm-up on the bare ass and I am always doing that dumb spanking dance when it over. Sometimes I am crying and sometimes I’m not depends on my emotional state. I have a very high pain tolerance.

Punishment spankings are completely different. They always starts with a very long hand warm-up spanking, set that dam egg timer again. Than I have to stand in the dam corner and he set the egg timer and doesn’t tell me how long he set it for. But I can pull up my jeans and rub all I want as long as I hold the paper against the wall with my noise at all time. Than its back over his knee, I get no safe word and he always uses an implement usually a belt, hairbrush or switch (really hate that). Again, makes me take down my own panties and panties to my knees and no further. Most of the time he starts off slow and ends in a flurry which last for quite a while, like a fireworks show with the grand finally. I have to count, “1 sir, 2 sir. . .” until I reach my age than I don’t have to count anymore. He continues his slow pace but very hard. There is no specified number of swats, not specified time. He says a punishment spanking doesn’t usually start until I am crying; it doesn’t begin until I am at the point when I want it to stop, when I am right at my pain threshold. Then he starts a very long flurry (absolutely no pauses between swats and very hard). He beats the living daylights out of my entire backside, upper thighs to top part of my ass but avoids my tail bone at all cost. That is a signal to me to time stop fighting it and stop trying to suck it up and allow myself to give in to the spanking. When it over I’m a bawling, sobbing mess of cathartic crying, puffy eyes, tears streaming down my face, noise running and I am always am doing that dumb spanking dance when he lets me up. After, I stop hoping up and down he holds me and lets me cry it all out in his arms and we make up. Does anyone else do the spanking dance like that?

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(from: anonymous) Job Interview


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Usually I am confident and don’t let anything rattle me. But not this time. For some reason this job interview is making me nervous. Maybe because it’s the perfect job. Good pay, good benefits. I am feeling nervous when I stop at the office building. It is a tall skyscraper downtown. I look at the directory on the first floor. The company is all the way on the top.

I ride the elevator to the top floor. The receptionist in the front office looks at me with a smile. “Ah, are you here for the 2:00 interview?”

“Yes, I am,” I say.

“He is running a little late. His afternoon telephone conference ran late,” she says. “Will you please sit down? Would you like some coffee?”

I say yes and sit down. She gives me a cup of coffee. He is running really late. I sit there long enough to finish my coffee. I’m starting to think the interview is going to be postponed when the receptionist finally says “Mr. James will see you now.”

She leads me to his corner office. It’s huge, with floor to ceiling windows on two sides. Mr. James stands up from behind his desk. I can’t believe it. He’s gorgeous! He has blue eyes and blond hair and he’s really buff. He’s wearing an expensive-looking suit that looks just amazing on him.

He shakes my hand. His handshake almost makes me melt. I’m feeling like a girl about to be asked to the prom. He tells me to sit down. Then he picks up some papers from his desk. “It says here you have an accounting degree, is that right?”

“Yes.”

“And you have been with your current firm for seven years?”

“Yes.”

“Why are you leaving?”

“I want to work at a place where there is more opportunity. All of the people at my current firm are relatives of the owners.”

“I see,” he says. “It says here you have experience with overseas clients?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He seems pleased. “That’s excellent. Take off your shirt. Are you acquainted with foreign traction reporting requirements?”

I am not sure I heard him right. “What?”

“Take off your shirt. Bra too please. Foreign transaction reporting. Do you know the regulations?”

“But.” I am almost too flustered to speak. “My shirt?”

He looks at me with those gorgeous eyes. “I need to know that you are someone I can rely on to do what she is told. Are you that person?”

My head is swimming. I can’t think. I want to do what he says but I don’t know why. I unbutton the shirt I’m wearing. I set it down on the desk. Then my bra. My breasts are completely exposed to him. He looks at me like he’s waiting for something. I’m confused for a minute. Then I remember. “Oh! Yes. I am familiar with the regulations.”

“Good.” He nods. He is acting like it is the most normal thing in the world to have me sitting here like this. “Do you have auditing experience?”

“A little bit,” I say. I am feeling very strange now, like I have had too much wine. What was in that coffee they gave me?

“Take off your skirt and your panties. Shoes and stockings too. What is the largest client you have worked with?”

I feel like I am in a dream. I strip. “My biggest client was a one point two million dollar account” I hear myself say.

“You will be working with much larger accounts here.” He reaches into a drawer and pulls out a dildo. “Put this in your pussy.”

I take it from him. I am not sure I heard him right. I still feel drunk. I really want to please him.

He is looking at me expectantly. “You may lean back and put your feet on my desk if you like.”

I do. I put the dildo between my legs. I am shocked to find out I am wet down there. I put it in slowly. He is looking at the papers on his desk.

“Why do you think you would be a good fit for this firm? he asks me.

I am moving the dildo in and out. It is hard to talk. “I uh! I am very detail oriented and uh! I pay close attention uh!Uh! To all my work and uh! Uh! Uh!”

“Do you want to cum? he asks me.

“Uh! Yes, I do! Very much!”

“Very well.” He nods. “You may cum.”

“Uh! Uh! Thank you, sir!” I can’t believe what I’m doing. Why am I doing this? Did they drug me? What is going on? I want to stop but it feels too good. I cum so hard I think I will pass out.

He gets up and stands behind me. He puts his hands on my breasts. He is squeezing and groping them now. I never want it to stop. “Do you have any questions for me?” he asks me. I can only think of one.

“Will you fuck me, sir?”

He gives my breasts a final squeeze. “If you are a good employee and you work hard.” He goes back behind the desk. “You’re hired. Don’t forget to put your clothes back on.”

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(from: anonymous) Being Neighborly


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This is a true story:

I have been in my apartment for about three month before a 23 year old woman moved in from out of town. She was a red headed Irish girl, fairly petite but only about 5’3 tall. I was 6′ and in great shape myself because I was a personal training and nutritional counselor at the local gym after finished college degree as a nutritionist. Her name was Lori and got a job at the local hospital as nurse. At first we only met in passing. She worked four days on and three day off or something like that. Than we started having tea together, I didn’t drink and neither did she. Other times we took turns paying for delivery or cooking. We had committed to to be just friends. Best friend to be specific. Its been about a year and were got pretty close as friends but nothing more.

We were pretty opposite in a lot of thing. She very anal about everything and at time seem to be a bit wound up. I’ve never seen her cry, she was a prideful and very self-reliant, in fact, she was too self-reliant for her own good. Never asked anymore for help but willing to help others. She seemed very controlling. This of course was a big turn off for me. Which is why I was ok with just being good friends. I help her get a membership at the gym I worked at. We had a routine of having dinner or enjoying a movie at either her place or mine at least once a week sometimes twice. Something we just went out and had coffee. In past year she had a boyfriend but broke up with him after 4 mounts. We were pretty close but not romantically involved. More like a special brother and sister at heart.

One day we decided to order Chinese delivery at my place when I got off. When I got home, I called her and told her I was ready for her to come over. We decided to ha e some tea as we waited for the delivery came.

“Mike, can I ask you a personal question?”
“Yes, what do you want to know?”
“Did you ever get a spanking when you were a kid?”
“Ahh, yeah of course, I got a good hiding when I needed it.”
“Hiding? Is that what they called it, ah?”
“Yup, we got it good but we ever did the same thing again, that’s for sure.”
“Yeah, we got them too.”
“Why do you ask?”
“Well, I want to ask for your help but I’m not sure how you ‘ll take it.”
“Well, if I can help, I’d be happy help. What is it?”
“Well, its like a dam, sort of. Imagine a dam holding back an entire lake and the waters are pressing against the wall of the dam. You want that dam to burst and release all the pressure but you can’t do it yourself. Now if you knew for certain, there was a way to alleviate that pressure and let the water flow and couldn’t do yourself and knew someone else could, wouldn’t you ask for help. Especially if you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it would benefit and help you?”
“Well, yeah, if I needed help, I asked for it. So what you getting at Lori?”
“Well, you see, pretend that the water are feelings that are trapped behind that dam. And the dam is a tenaciously over protective nature that’s made of walls that doesn’t come down very easily. Its holding back the all the feeling and that its just building and building up worse and worse. The only way to break through the outside of the dam is chip away at it until it crumbles. You know what I mean?”

I was quite sure where she was going but I got more curious but I really wasn’t getting it.

“Yeah, I can understand that, so you want to break a dam that you build or rebuild one?”
“No silly, I need help breaking it down. Would you help me?”
“Help you, how? You said that the water are feeling, right?”
“Yeah, you see, I’m not a nice person sometimes, and I can be overly controlling and bitchy at times. I get over confident at times and start treating other badly. At times it feels good and I blame them but then I get all this guilt about what I did. I sometimes need to be taken down a notch in life. Sometimes, I have to have a good cry. It can be very cathartic you know. I learned in nursing school that some type of deep tears releases toxins, pent-up emotions, and easing stress. Crying that is authentic and mortal is a means of helping ourselves release stress and simply feel better. Crying is the body’s reaction to something external. It’s a beautiful thing. On top of that is. . .”
Ok, she was missing me, it sound like she was building a case for a jury or something. I just had to interrupt her.
“Ok, ok, I get it, crying is good for us, I don’t know all that medical stuff but I get it. So what does that have to me. What does that have to with this dam inside you, isn’t that what you referring too, right?”
She got a little quiet, I wasn’t sure what to do. I put my hand on hers. I just wanted to fix it.
“Mike, like I said, I can be bitchy, and sometimes I’m not nice. This comes from a swell of emotions that are all dammed up inside. The dam is made of strong stones of pride and unwillingness to let myself be venerable to others. See, I’ve been here before and a roommate of mine help before but she lives somewhere else. I’ve made a lot of friends since I moved here but none of them, even some of girlfriends aren’t as close to me as you. So, as uncomfortable as it, inside, I am going to try to trust you. But I’m afraid you will think I’m crazy.”

We’ll, really was curious at this point. Still didn’t know where she was going with all this.

“So, how did you ex-roommate help you and how can I help you?”
“Well, after good hard cathartic sob, I felt so centered, focused and I felt better about myself and started treating other better too. I just needed to have that release. That dam was removed so that I don’t feel so bottled up inside. You understand that, right?”
“Of course but what does all this mean, how I help?”
Letting out a deep sigh she said, “Ok, here we go! I know your going to think I’m crazy. . .”
Getting confused and a little frustrated as she seemed to be beating around a bush.
“Lori, what, what can I do to help?”
“ok, ok, I need you to help me cry!”
“Help you cry?”
“That right, and I don’t mean a few tears, I mean help me break that dam inside me and let it all out. I meaning sobbing. So I can have that release and cry until I am completely drained emotionally. Also, I need you to be there and let me cry while holding until I regain my composure. This is a intimate position though for me. Because, I have trust issues and I know I have trust someone and you’re my closest friend I have here. I know it may sound crazy but I going to go crazy if I don’t. You are also the most mature person I know who I am willing to trust help me.”

I couldn’t believe what she saying. She wanted me to help her cry. Wasn’t sure how I could, I mean, I had no idea where she was going and what she was going to propose How would be able to help her.

“So, how could I help you cry? I mean how did your ex-roommate help you. What did she say or do to help you cry that deeply?”
“Well, I needed someone I could trust explicitly. Someone, who I believe wouldn’t try to take advantage of me and that venerable position. I would trust you if you would be willing to help me and. . .”
“Ok, ok, Lori, how do you propose I help you cry and how did you friend help you a few years ago?”
“S. . .sh. . . She, well, I mean, I asked her to hmmm. . .I let her. . .”
Now, I was getting frustrated with her hesitation.
“Lori!”
“Ok, I asked her to give me a good spanking.”
“A spanking, you have kind of a kinky side to you, don’t you?”
“No, not like that, I mean, I hate spanking especially ones like that. But I do know the befits that come afterwards. Its hurts like hell, and I had bruises and blisters for a few days. But I was so centered and complete release from the flood emotions that was bottled up as I cried it all out. Crying is a release, a way to purge negative emotions that are bottled up and vomited upon others. Sometimes you just need a good blistering to take you down a notch in life. I know what I’m say maybe strange or extreme but, Tracy helped me before so I know its what I need. Would you be willing to help me?”

I sat back in my chair in shock. She wanted me to spank her to tears. I’ve never spanked anymore before. I wasn’t into hurting women. On the other side, I felt a little aroused by the idea. I was in conflict. But now she got my attention.
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(from: anonymous) My wife takes me


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I come home from work. My wife is there on the couch. She’s wearing sexy lingerie. Her hair and makeup are done. “Come here,” she tells me, “I’ve been waiting for you.” She comes over to me and kisses me. “I’m so glad you’re home. Let e help you get more comfortable.” She takes off my clothes. She kisses me again. She starts stroking my cock. “Do you want to fuck?”

I can only nod. “Oh yes.”

“Good.” She picks up a collar and puts it around my neck. “What are you doing?” I gasp. “Shut up,” she says. “You said you want to fuck.” She puts a leash on the collar. “Let’s fuck.”

“What are you doing?” I ask again. I’m getting mad but also incredibly turned on. My cock is rock hard. “Shut up” she says again. I am totally in shock. My normally sweet, nice wife, doing this to me!

She yanks on the leash. “On your knees.” She forces me to my knees in front of her. Then she lifts the lingerie. She is wearing a strap-on under it! I can’t believe what she is doing. “Suck it,” she says. “Get it all slobbery.” She forces it in my mouth. Both hands are on my head. “That’s right.” She fucks my mouth until it is covered in drool.

She pulls it out of my mouth. “What are you doing?” I say. “You can’t do this!” She just smiles. “That’s enough talking out of you.” She puts a ball gag in my mouth. “It’s time to fuck.”

I can’t believe any of this. She pushes me on my hands and knees. She gets behind me. Before I know what’s happening, she starts fucking my ass. I try to scream but the ball gag stops me. I try to struggle but she yanks on the leash. There is nothing I can do but take it.

She starts stroking my cock while she fucks me. I am more turned on than I’ve been in my whole life. I cum so hard I black out. When i come to my wife is kissing me. “You like being my rump boy,” she says. I can’t deny it.

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(from: anonymous) have it my way


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You are usually in charge. I like it that way. But not tonight. Tonight I am in charge.

We start like we always do. You are kissing me. The way your hands are on my body I can tell you feel frisky. I let you undress me. You suck on my nipples and squeeze my boobs. Your hand keeps going between my legs. I push it away every time. You are surprised. usually I let you do whatever you want. “Go slow” I say.

You slow down. You’re licking and sucking on my nipples. Your hands are all over me now. You are hard as a rock. You roll me over on my back. “No” I say. I push you away again. I get on top of you. “Like this” I say. I start rubbing myself on you. I don’t let you in. You are groaning. “Please” you say. I love hearing you beg. “Please, I can’t take it!”

I let just the tip in. You try to push in all the way. I don’t let you. It only makes you crazier. “Please!” you keep saying. Laughing I tell you no.

Finally I let you all the way in. You want to start thrusting. I don’t let you. I make you go nice and slow. I can tell how much you need it. You are begging for more. I let you start pounding me. Then right before you cum, I stop. You keep begging, but it only makes me smile.

“I want you to cum in my mouth” I say. I start licking your shaft all the way down to your balls. You are groaning like crazy. I tease the head with my tongue. I love the wild look in your eyes. I am stroking you with my hand, licking all the juices off you.

Finally I take you in my mouth. I pump you with my hand while I suck. Your cock is so hard in my mouth. “I’m going to cum!” you groan. I suck harder. You cum in my mouth screaming. I suck out every last drop.

I kiss you deep. I’m still holding your cum in my mouth. My hands are on the sides of your head, holding you so you can’t get away. I make you taste it on my lips and tongue. We both swallow your cum.

Then I lie on my back. “My turn” I say. I push your head down between my legs. You lick my clit. I tell you to put your fingers in me. I am holding your hair and screaming your name. I cum all over your face. Then we kiss for a long time. I can taste my juices on your lips.

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(from: anonymous) Talk dirty to me


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I want my boyfriend to talk dirty to me. He is a wonderful guy, but doesn’t understand why I like dirty talk so much. He thinks it isnt respectful enough.

I want him to tear off my clothes and talk dirty to me. I want to hear him say I am his. I belong to him, his dirty slut. His whore. His fuck toy. I want him to hold me down and tell me all the dirty things he wants to do to me in explicit detail. It makes me wet hearing what he wants to do to my body. I want him to say how much he wants me. It makes me feel sexy.

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(from: Freddy) Watching


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I have never seen a girl masturbate. My girlfriend is too shy to touch herself in front of me. I want to watch a girl touch herself. I want to watch her put her hands all over her tits and down between her legs. I want to look in her eyes when it starts to feel really good. I want to stroke my cock and see the pleasure on her face. I want to watch her finger herself until she can’t take any more and she screams. Then I want to kiss her softly and tell her how beautiful she is.

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(from: anonymous) Creampie


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I love the feel of cum shooting up inside me. My boyfriend is totally paranoid about getting knocked up. He won’t ever fuck me without a condom. God how I miss being filled up with cum.

I have fantasies about a dozen guys all fucking me. Every guy cums inside me. I love thinking about a dozen creampies all at once. Being overflowing with cum. It turns me on so much.

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(from: anonymous) the machine


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I have fantasized about it for as long as I can remember. Over the years, I have added details to the dream. What started out very simple has become complex.

The machine has a chair. In the bottom of the chair there is a hole. In front of the bench is a control panel with many dials and switches. The machine is built for pleasuring me. When I want pleasure, I take off my clothes and sit in the chair. The controls let me tell it exactly what I want. Vibration or no? Hard and fast or deep and slow? When I have decided what I want, I press the button labeled “start.” A dildo comes through the hole and into me, giving me just what I need to cum.

The machine also has other features. There are straps on the chair. If I want, I can program in a time. When I press start, the straps lose around my wrists and my ankles. There is nothing that will stop the machine from doing its job until the time runs out.

Sometimes, I imagine setting the controls for maximum vibration and penetration. I set the timer for a long time, much longer than it will take me to cum. Then, I take a deep breath and press the button. The machine doesn’t care how much I scream or cry. It will hold me there, and fuck me, and I can’t make it stop.

There are cups on the machine, connected to hoses. They are sized to fit over my breasts. The machine can stimulate my breasts as it fucks me, on days when I want extra stimulation.

When I am in a daring mood, I sit on the chair a little bit forward so that my ass is over the hole. The machine doesn’t care. It will fuck whatever part of my body I want it to.

The machine has another feature. There is a dildo on the front, below the controls. This is controlled by a switch. It has two modes.

In practice mode, I suck on it. It has sensors that sense speed, friction, and suction. A red light comes on. The light turns green when the machine thinks I have had enough practice. It is programmed with the response of a human male. I suck until the green light tells me I would have pleasured a man.

In fuck mode, I just put my head in the head rest and let it fuck my mouth. sometimes, I set the timer and switch on fuck mode. The straps close, and the machine fucks me, mouth and pussy.

It has other features as well. There are little nubs to stimulate my clit and warm jets of water to simulate cum.

The machine is not the only thing I fantasize about. I have regular fantasies, too. But the machine has been in my dreams for years. I would pay a lot of money to have it in real life.

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