ShadowStang

I've been with 'em all too. I dated a guy who was hung halfway to his knees and was as big around as my forearm. Ouch. Was NOOOOO fun. My husband is about average, about 5 1/2 inches, he'd kill me if he knew I put that here, lol, but I LOVE having sex with him. Because he's big enough to please me but small enough that I can grind against him while having sex. I mean, I dont really care about size, obviously, and it pisses me off when he puts himself down. And another thing, I pray I'm not the only one, but if you have little bitty balls, no deal. They're too much fun to play with. I think I creep him out sometimes, because I'll tickle his balls just to watch them move around ... I'm childish sometimes like that, LOL but we both get a kick out of my response. I like big balls, okay? They're like... looser than the little tiny ones. This dude with the huge penis had like, no balls. They were so small, and always no matter what, drawn up to his body. Like they never finished dropping, or something. And since then I've liked the bigger (not like bull balls...) ones, because they're more fun.

Okay, another bi chick response. I notice mostly personality. Or hair. I LOVE playing with hair. I'm kind of gothy myself, but it isn't high maintenance, it's just my hair that's high maintenance. It's past my waist now, and so it stays in a bun a lot of the time, I wear black framed glasses, and heavy eyeliner when I get dolled up. I'm pale, and have green eyes, so it works nicely. LOL ANY..way... (I also have two tattoos) But in a girl, I like long hair, or hair that I can play with, and pretty eyes. I like that in anyone though. But women, I don't like skinny, I like a little bit of a tummy, hips that are wide, and smallish breasts. Victorian type bodies. All that fake shyt isn't me either. If your boobs are like... huge and don't jiggle or bounce, then I have nothing to say to you. I don't like plastic. I don't like huge lips, like Angelina's but she's still hot. My exboyfriend's sister is a cutie, she's shorter than me (I'm 5'2), and skinny which I normally don't like but she goths up and it's cute. She has a like... AA cup chest, but it's still nice.. Anyway, back to the men.

First things first, I lost my .. no, didn't lose my virginity, but the first time I was ever penetrated was by a rapist. The second time anyone penetrated, it was rape. I said NO SEX before I hung out with him, and he drugged me (GHB is a bitch), then proceeded to give me alcohol until I was out, and had his way with me .. I don't know what happened, to this day I'm still clueless. It was six years ago. However, after being in that situation twice, age 12 and again age 13, then dated a guy for three years who was abusive, I've learned that most males are pigs. There are some wonderful men out there, and I happen to be lucky enough to have one. I love my husband, and we have a five month old son whom we both love dearly. There's one problem with our relationship. I do believe in astrology, and we're both virgos. We don't always click. Sometimes we fight, but it's always just words, and though words do a lot of damage, he never has, and nor would he ever hit me. As a matter of fact I must admit, I coldcocked him in the face one day while I was pregnant, and the next day, went sobbing to my counselor insisting I was insane... He just said to calm down, and if I ever felt that angry again, to walk away. VERY HELPFUL INFO!... Anyway, I've dealt with the worse in human behavior, and i'm thank God still alive, and I have always wanted to open a Rape/Abuse clinic, non profit of course, to help others. I finally, after all this time, have coped with it, through talking to my husband and crying my eyes out, bawling, and venting on him about how terrible men as a whole are, and he's still right by my side. Because of his support, and also spending a lot of time in therapy, I've overcome my ordeal, and I've risen above it. This ... creep deserves the worst possible treatment. Too bad it's illegal in the US to torture someone. What he did to you was absolutely wrong, and because of what happened to me, I DO NOT ALLOW ALCOHOL IN MY HOME. My husband DOES NOT drink. He used to party, and drink, and all that, but since I've been in his life, he found himself with a rude awakening. No more alcohol. Alcohol is vile in my opinion. I know there are drinkers out there, so I apologize, but everyone's got their own opinion. I don't think smoking weed is OK, I don't think underage drinking or smoking is OK, and I sure as hell don't think it's okay to have alcohol, firearms, or weapons in a home with a small child. I told my husband while we were just dating, the booze, or me. And he chose me. I don't ever want that to happen to me again, and nor do I want it to happen to any other woman. If it wasn't actually rape already, I'd tell him the same thing. If this was his first offense, I'd tell him NO MORE ALCOHOL. And then I'd see where it went. But right now, I agree with everyone else, go to the police, maybe you can still have him locked up, they unfortunately never started a rape kit with me, so my rapists are both still out there. If ANYONE for ANY reason lays their hands on you in an unwelcomed way, get them the hell out of your life. Twice while I was pregnant my Mother in Law tried to strangle me. You know how much contact we have now? Little, if any. She has since then grabbed my arm while I was holding my son in his carrier, and snatched, making me almost drop him. I have to say, if he'd gotten hurt, she'd be dead and I'd be in prison. You can do infinitely better than this lowlife scum, so if I were you, i'd get out. I dont know what you look like but because you're female, and all women are beautiful, you can use that and find yourself a man deserving of you. Just tell yourself he doesn't deserve you (because he doesn't), and leave him, take that beautiful self of yours somewhere else, and find yourself a handsome, wonderful, intelligent man, and let him be the One in your life. Or what have you. I have to say I did luck out, I love my hubby, he's gorgeous, great in bed, exactly what I've wanted, but since he's human, he ain't perfect, and we do have disagreements. So, I'd say we have a healthy relationship. If you have to go to counseling, go! Don't be ashamed! Admitting there's something wrong is half the battle. If you're afraid of sex, talk to someone. Don't let this a-hole ruin your life because he's an inconsiderate insensitive low life... I'm not going to continue, I'd likely get kicked off the boards... Hah. Do yourself a favor and Get out before he does kill you!

AMEN HONEY! My husband has hair on his chest and stomach, but he used to shave it off (He'll be 27 on the 28th) because he claims he was hairless until he was 22. He has a goatee and mustache that look sexy on him, and I like it when he grows a bit of a beard from time to time. It's just hot. His hair's undershaved so it looks good in my opinion. But he does have some hair on his back which I shaved once when he was drunk. Funny story if anyone wants to hear it, lol. And I agree with you on this one -- he hasn't shaved in a week or so, and before I left to come home for my son's Dr.'s appointment today, the last thing I did was rub his face. I think it makes him mad... lol, who cares, i like feeling it. And the hairy tummy/chest thing is okay, because it acts as an insulator, so if you get cold just snuggle... lol. Also, the wax thing, I have a scar on my stomach from an incident when I was young, so I'm kind of afraid of trying it. I love candles, and have plenty burning, I even make candles, so it's all good.

That depends, actually. Sometimes, I like my ears to be licked, other times it just tickles, I LOVE being bitten on my collarbone. Like, hard bites, that feel like bone is crunching. I know that sounds crazy but it's nice. If you bite someone's neck, the reason it feels good is because of all the nerve endings. The person I wrote about in my story for Mikayla's contest is really good at it because he bites hard enough to hurt you, but never leaves a mark. Except for once when he bit the inside of my thigh, and left a bruise the size of a softball... but it's cause I pulled back. My hips are sensitive too, like.. the front of them, and in a little bit, where it's nice a squishy.. lol. My husband is really really good at nibbling on my ears and nipples. I can get off just by having someone lick my nipples. One evening we invited his boss's daughter up to "play XBox" and had ourselves some X rated fun... Because that's my favorite thing to do -- lick.

Another thing that I think is kind of bad now, is that a week ago, my husband was hit by a car and now has his right leg in a cast to about midway up his thigh. This sucks because we're both in the mood (Nothing keeps this guy down unfortunately... he's almost fallen twice..) and we can't do much because the movements aggravates the break. But in another ... 11 weeks we're back in business. At least this didn't happen to you! LOL.

Yes, ma faiblesse would be my weakness, and te amo, mi corazon would be I love you my heart. He likes to screw with my head and jump from speaking English to Spanish. I never took Spanish, just French for about a month twelve years ago -- I don't remember everything, lol. I don't really ever speak French, so I just kind of pushed it all to the back of my mind. And I'm glad you all enjoyed it, thank you, thank you... *Bows* Writing is one of my many passions in life.

Hi TrickyChicky. I too have the same problem, I can't masturbate infront of my husband. But like you said, he's seen me give birth. So what's the big deal? Well, this is how I have started opening up with him First it was anything. I didn't initiate sex, I didn't tell him what I wanted, I didn't talk "dirty", nothing. So, here's what we did. I started by initiating sex, and now, it's like we grope each other as a way to say hello. It helps that we started talking by having tickle fights. Seriously, we knew each other but one day I just decided to jump on him and tickle him. Keeping in mind that I only got to see him a weekend a month. More on that subject upon request... LOL.. Now, we say things like "I want you". Simple, but it conveys the point. Then once we get into it, we start with the dirty stuff, like I'll tell him how good his cock feels, or how wet he makes me. I have yet to tell him to make love to me, because I don't how he'd respond to me being sappy, not my regular nympho self... But we started doing that, and he wants us to do anal, but I think it's a bad idea having just had a baby four months ago. Things are still healing. But it's gotten easier to do certain things, like now I'll touch myself a little bit, or lick my own nipples for him, and I know he likes it but he reeaaallllllly wants me to masturbate infront of him. Make sure your SO isn't pressuring you, too. That makes it harder. I've considered Anal, but as soon as he starts with his "PLEASE LET'S DO IT!!!" I clam back up. Here's another one. Use a mirror. watch yourself. I felt stupid doing it at first, but it's the same now as brushing my hair or putting on makeup. Just trust yourself to open up and you will. Yes yes, another thing too, it took me forever to learn how to "finger" myself -- I started masturbating by humping pillows. Gosh, that's embarrassing, not even my husband knows that. LOL. But I did something different once... and liked it. haha. So it was great. now it's more discreet than being stacked ontop of pillows with that tell tale up and down up and down up and down. ~M

It was a beautiful summer evening, the rain had cooled the hot pavement, creating a haze above the ground as it evaporated. I was outside on the fabric bench swing, wearing my baby blue suede bikini top and a pair of lowrise jeans. Watching the occasional car slowly cruise down the road was beginning to bore me, and the sun had finished it's slow descent, creeping past the horizon. I sighed, and decided I'd just cross the street to walk down the beach for a little bit. My bare feet padded quietly across the now warm pavement, down a short grassy slope onto the sugar-white sand. The sound of the waves carried me to another time and place, as the soft ocean breeze blew my waist-length black hair around my shoulders. The feeling of the hair touching my back reminded me of a lover's touch, so I sighed... Remembering. Oh, sometimes I curse myself for leaving home, to live here, but the promise of a career, and money was too much. So I left. It's been a while since I've seen him, or even heard from him. But I still remember every single touch. As I strode down the beach slowly, walking closer and closer to the foamy water, I sighed again, and stopped just a foot away from one of the big wooden beams holding up the pier. I hastily flopped myself onto the ground, leaning back against the cool wood, closing my green eyes to take in my surroundings. Little did I know, I'd been followed. Feeling a bit uneasy, I opened my eyes to look around -- nothing but a big sandcrab burrowing into the sand only inches from my feet. "Hm," I thought to myself as I noted my pale feet, "they blend into the sand... Well, except for my toenails. I wonder what color I should paint them when I get home. I'm tired of the blue..." Realizing that I'd lost myself in thought, I laughed a bit and stood up, brushing myself off. Not paying attention, I spun around, away from the pier and crashed into -- wait... I'm on the beach, how could I crash into something? It was then that I realized that there were deeply tanned, strong hands on my pale arms holding me up. I started to apologize to the stranger who hadn't let me fall, so I looked up to meet his gaze and it was not a stranger at all. It was my Darkness. "How did you.. When.. What are you doing here?!" I sputtered, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, and pulling him into a hug. All he could do was laugh and hug me back, and there I was, gone from lonely to complete. It was as if I was dreaming. "I had to find you, Moonlight. I've missed you so. Nothing has been right since you left, I've been so distraught," he finally replied. I released him, pulling back against his arms. Confused, I looked up the extra seven or so inches to look into his dark brown eyes. The wind did nothing to help, it blew my hair around my face. "What do you mean, nothing has been right?" I asked, drawling every so often. After years of being out of Georgia, I still sounded just like I did. He laughed at that, then removed my glasses to brush his fingertips from my eyebrows down over my face to end at my chin -- a move we often used to convey our love without words. My eyes instinctively closed as I looked back up to him. He only shook his head, and that's when I saw two things -- tears, and a new tattoo. He'd finally gone and completed the set. Without thinking, I reached over my left shoulder to touch the upraised flesh where I'd gotten my nickname -- Moonlight -- tattooed. The blue Kanji symbol was really my only reminder of home. I reached out to touch his forearm, running my fingertips over the inked skin, feeling the symbol for his nickname -- Darkness. From there, my hand somehow found itself entangled in his midback-length, curly black hair as he leaned down and kissed me, deeply and passionately. He leaned down and slid his strong hands under my ass, gripping my thighs to pick me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he carried me back across the sand, (which I'm sure he made look and feel much easier than it really was) up the slope and across the pavement. He put me down at the end of my driveway, and I noticed his car. Grabbing the front of the pair of white pants he wore, I walked over to his car, and slowly lowered myself onto the hood. With a sly grin, my hands went to work unbuttoning and unzipping the slacks. He looked down at me with a very confused look as I slowly slid myself from the hood of his Mirage, to rest on my knees at his feet. With a wink and a "Shhh..." gesture, my hand found itself underneath the fly of his boxers, gripping the base of his slowly hardening cock. "Let me show you how much I've missed you, mon amour," I whispered, freeing his now hard cock from it's prison. "But mi amor..." he began, "maybe we should go inside." I huffed a little and shook my head and began my protest of his words. Leaning forward, I delicately swiped my tongue from the base of his cock to the tip. Soon, he'd forgotten about his idea to go in the house. As one hand slid up and down the length of his nice, firm cock, one moved from the front of his thigh around to the back of his thigh to claw at one of his so-called tickle spots. A loud groan was my reward, and I opened my eyes, looking up as I engulfed the first few inches of his cock with my mouth. I saw that he'd tilted his head back, and was clenching his fists. A few more minutes of my licking and caressing was all he could handle. He dragged me to my feet, and pushed me back against the hood of the lilac Mirage. He made quick work of my jeans, pulling on the stretchy material, finally getting them down around my ankles, then off of one foot. "Hmm, nothing under your jeans. You're so predictable," he muttered as he slid two of his fingers into my sopping pussy. I groaned in response, clawing the back of his neck to bring him closer to me. With a very raw, primal growl, I pulled his mouth down to mine and kissed him again, biting at his lip. With my eyes closed, I didn't know what was about to happen, so imagine my surprise when he scooted me forward and plunged his cock into me. I yelped into the kiss and reached to his back with my free hand, clawing at the material of his white button down shirt. Once he'd gotten where he wanted to be, he picked me up, and walked to the door of my house. Pushing it open, he walked us into the house, careful not to make any sudden moves so as not to hurt either of us, and shut the door. Against the wall is where I found myself, with him holding me up, pulling his cock out of my now dripping pussy, just to slam it back in again. Both of my hands were busy clawing and scratching at the back of his shirt, which was soon shed. Now, I had the problem of removing his white tanktop. He broke the kiss to look into my eyes. With a ragged breath and then a cry of frustration, my nails found a spot in the material that seemed a little weaker, and tore. In and out of my pussy, he plunged his cock, harder and harder. Shreds of his shirt clung to him, still intact over his shoulders and chest, but gaping over his back. "Perfect," I growled into his ear, using my legs to pull him tightly into my pussy. I clenched my jaw to keep myself from biting into that beautiful shoulder as my fingernails began their torturous dance over his back, drawing blood in places, but only raising welts in other. He howled, a mix of pain and pleasure and drove himself, hard and fast into me. "Please, fuck me harder," I moaned, digging my nails into his shoulderblades. He responded by slamming himself into me, leaning forward to bite my shoulder. Blood spilled in a small trickle down my shoulderblade, covering my tattoo, and continuing down to meet the tie of my bikini top. I groaned, and returned the favor, leaning into it to bite him back. When he released me, he whispered in my ear, "I'm about to cum, mi amor." I tried to pull him closer to me, only in vain, because I wasn't ready for this to end yet. Sure enough though, he came, and the feeling of his cum filling my pussy drove me over the maddening edge, and I came with him. We stayed like that against the wall, panting for what seemed like quite a while before he wilted enough to pull out of me and place me gently on the floor. I heaved a sigh, and looked up at him, the red marks from my teeth standing out against his tan skin. He began wiping blood away from my shoulder, smiling a bit at the red stain that now marred my porcelain skin. "Te amo, mi corazon," he whispered, hugging my slender body to his broad chest. "Je t'aime toi, ma faiblesse," I replied. We hugged for a while before retreating to the bathroom to shower... Or maybe, it was for round two of this wonderful, lusty reunion...