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At 2:30 am everyone should be sleeping....... except night workers
What if you have a screaming toddler with a fever who wakes you up about five times a night, though?
See, there are always exceptions.
Not necessarily fun ones, but exceptions nonetheless.Actually when I was in college, I was doing so much during the days that the middle of the night was the only time I had set aside to get papers written, etc...I did a lot of that when I was 19, 20 years old.
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She was beautiful.
Yeah, she really was.
I didn't know that she was actually photographed in bondage on a pretty reguular basis. The lingerie pics alone are dy-no-mite, but...in bondage? Heh heh...quite a shake-up, in the squeaky-clean (and yet also fear-mongering) 1950s.
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Why are you up???????
Why is the sky blue?
(I can actually answer that question).
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I'm actaully not doing anything to cut costs, per se, but I'm definitely into conserving resources. Don't waste food, even when you don't think you'll eat the leftovers later; be smart about energy/resource consumption, etc.
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I think it's all subjective, and all dependent upon the person. I don't think I believe in the 'theory' that the articale espouses.
I'm a big fan of the long hair, most of the time, but that doesn't mean that a shorter cut can't be sexy.
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Interesting... So now are you putting that little detail in your brain file for later use?!
It sure is funny when a shoe fetish meets a foot fetish!
Funny indeed.
Actually, I was thinking, you know...as of this post, this thread has been viewed 117 times, and I'm suprised that no one has noted the fact that the story ends with a question. I was hoping maybe someone would help me finish it. Or at least continue it...or something. [i mean, anybody, really, come on- I'm open to suggestions].
But oh well...I'll have to do it myself, I guess.
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All that glamour and no mention of SHOES!!! shame shame!
Well, I am a barefooter at heart...I confess, I didn't think about shoes, you're right.
I have somewhat of a foot fetish, too. Haven't talked about that at all since I've been around here, I don't think...but I do.
Hmmmm...
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In one word- yes.
I dig it quite a bit.
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I was so pleased that you asked me to attend this high-society thing where you had to make an appearance- with your late parents being such wealthy contributors to the art museum, you have to do these things every so often. And as talented an artist and as beautiful as you are, yourself, I know you could have your pick of any man you want- for tonight, you asked me.
I decided on a fairly casual black sportcoat, white shirt and grey houndstooth pants, and you are in a sarong-type, wraparound red sequined evening gown. I feel like a hobo compared to your stunning countenance, but when I mention that, you give me a warm kiss on the lips and tell me I look just perfect. And that's one of those things I like about you so much- you always pick the perfect time to tell the perfect lie.
When we get to this event, and in the reception after all the formal hub-bub, we both know the drill- tuxedoed servers carrying around glasses of champagne on silver trays...a ridiculous buffet of rather exotic food...and an open bar in addition, of which you frequently (but tactfully) avail yourself. And I find myself captivated by you, in every way- I do my best to make small talk with the secondary guests, but you are the true guest of honor here. I'm trying to not make it so glaringly obvious that I can't take my eyes off of you- the way you move, the way you speak...and just when it's getting to be too much for me, all wrapped up in my own thoughts about where this night is going, I'm taken by the way you squeeze my hand while we're both talking to different people- a signal that says, damn, I owe you for this, because I know neither one of us really wants to be here.
At one point, when all of these various people have left us alone for a moment, I turn and notice that you have a drink of hard liquor in your hand- on the rocks. Could be bourbon, but I'm not sure, due to the lighting of the place...but I can tell that you've been holding it, nursing it, for a little while, as the ice cubes have sweat little beads of water all over the outside of the glass.
And just as I'm noticing your drink, you're looking around to see if anyone else is coming to talk to us- but no, we're on our own for the moment. You put your free hand on my hip, with your thumb reaching up to stroke where my belt is, and you sort of pull me closer in to you. From there, you slide your hand up to my waistline, and slip a couple of fingers in between my pants and my shirt, pulling my hip and my crotch, really, right up against your belly...sliding those two fingers down in the front and teasing me there for a moment, and I can feel my pants starting to get a little tighter, with the growth of my stiffening erection.
You look up at me and moan a little bit- "Mmmm, I kinda like that. Do you?"
And I moan a little bit, too, in my response- "Hmmmm, yeah." The sound slides up out of my windpipe like the subtle beginning of the act,
right then and there.
You lift your drink up to your chest with your free hand, your eyes continuing to stare into mine, and you say, slowly, "I think I want to feel that...here", as you drag the outside of the glass across the exposed tops of your breasts...and the sweat from the outside of the glass drips down into your cleavage. My eyes follow, as you've definitely commanded the attention there. "And here", as you roll the rim of the glass, slowly and entirely, around your lower lip. "And here", you say again, as you knock all the remaining booze and tiny
little melted ice cubes back and swallow it all, in one large gulp.
I take your hand away from my pants and hold it tightly as I move in close to you, my other arm wrapped around your back, and we kiss- warm, and wet, and deep in the mouth. I can still taste the bourbon on your tongue just a little bit, which is a pretty dangerous thing, for me- but at this moment, it's also an incredible turn-on, considering the little demonstration you just put on with the glass.
At the end of that kiss, without even a look at each other's eyes, or another word between us, I keep your one hand in mine and you follow
me willfully, heading for the exit.
Settling into the car and beginning on the drive back to your place, you tilt your seat back just a little bit, and rest both of your hands in the center of your lap. I steal a look over at you every once in awhile- it's late at night, and we're on a highway that isn't very busy, so I'm happy to look over at you, in your slightly reclined position, and I notice (it's totally dark, but I can see enough to notice in silhouette) that your left hand is gently, slightly stroking the inside of your thigh. And you are slightly smiling, with eyes closed.
After I look away, the next thing I feel is your right hand, reaching over into my lap, and taking my zipper down. I've started to get a little bit hard again, while thinking about you touching your own inner thigh...and thinking about where your curious fingers might be searching. But when you get my zipper down, and spread your fingers over my balls, you gently squeeze them, just from the outside of my underpants- and I can feel my shaft getting harder against the palm of your hand. And you can feel it, too- going from half-way flaccid to standing straight up against your strengthening grip on me. You start stroking, with fingers still pointed down, rubbing the shaft with your palm and gently stroking and squeezing at the bottom of my crotch. And as soon as you start that motion, I'm so excited that every time you squeeze, my foot hits the gas a little harder- the rev of the car's
engine responding and then receding, responding and then receding, a few different times until I notice it, and do my best to stay in control of my faculties.
While you're pleasing me this way, I take one hand off the wheel, and reach over between your legs, to find out what's going on, over in your seat. My right hand meets your left, and I quickly move my fingers down in as far as I can toward your center, and I find under your dress that you have no panties on- my fingertips enjoying the feel of your soft, warm fur...and then I push one finger and then two down further, beginning to stroke the folds of your warm, sweet cunt. It automatically loosens the grip you have on my erection, and you begin to moan, pretty loudly.
As we get closer to your home, and as we both are getting hotter and hotter in our car seats, you close both of your legs and it forces my hand away, and you say, "We've gotta save it, baby." I put my wet hand back on the wheel, and you can see some of the wetness intermittently shining under the glare of the street lamps, and it makes us both laugh a little bit.
Getting back to your place...well, out of the car and up to the front door, I'm following behind you- as you put your key inside the lock, I come up very close to you and slide my right arm up in front of you, with the side of my hand and my pinky finger stroking upward from your belly to your cleavage, and then bringing that hand slightly over to stroke your covered breast...my other hand on your hip, and the slight pressure of my crotch against the small of your back. With both of us in that stance, I lean down and nudge the left side of your neck, so you lean your head to the right, and I open my mouth, kissing and sucking just a bit on the nape of your neck. I'm intoxicated with the smell and the taste of you, just by the briefest flirtation of the tip of my tongue on your neck...your shoulder...and then you push the door open, and we both fall inside.
I shut the door sort of forcefully, and you're already down the hallway, flipping on the can lights that lead to the bedroom...following behind, I cross the threshhold of your room to find you standing in front of your bed, your index finger extending into your open mouth, and rolling your tongue around the tip of it. I take that hand away as I move toward you and push my tongue into your mouth, and reaching down your dress to find a clasp to unhook- I find it, and the dress seems to fall off of you in one slow, sensous motion. It reveals your body, entirely naked except for a black satin
bra that holds your ample, beautiful breasts at attention. I reach up and unclasp it as well, and you are completely naked before me. I can barely contain myself because I want you so badly...but I also want you to undress me, and without a word spoken, you understand- sliding my sport coat off of my shoulders, and pulling my shirt tail out of my pants...as you unbutton the shirt, as it reveals more and more of my chest, you bring your head down and start kissing me there...I put my shoulders and arms back so that the shirt just falls off behind me, and then you sit down on the bed, your eyes approximately level with my waist. You turn your head to the side and unbutton my pants, which fall down around my ankles, and I just kick them off...you bring one hand down to my balls and start stroking them, still with my undewear on...and with your head cocked as it is, you open your mouth slightly and start running your lips up and down my shaft, sideways...I can feel the heat of your breath through the fabric of this last piece of clothing I'm wearing, and it makes me want you so much that I start moaning, even before I'm completely undressed. Then you slip your fingers inside the elastic to peel it off of me, and then you lean back and scoot up on the bed, your whole body prone. I get up on top of you, with my knees planted on either side of your belly, and I note that you're looking directly at my middle- my dick, as hard as a bullet. You reach down and put your hands on the back of my thighs, playfully pulling me forward a little bit. And then softly, slowly, you say, "Yeah, that's what I want to feel...right here", as you bring your hands up and start caressing your tits, in full, deliberate, broad motions.
I feel a fire in my crotch that is only going to be satisfied by pressing my skin against yours...I lean forward and down, plunging the swollen head of my dick down between them, and you push them together from the outside, stroking your nipples with the tips of your thumbs...and after a few of my motions up and down on top of you, I take your hands in mine, and we stroke your tits together...every time, and every different place that I'm touching your body, it turns me on more...
You raise your head up a little bit to watch me, and I start pushing my hips forward a little more...and then more...until the soft skin of my hard head is brushing against your chin, and my balls resting on your chest- you open your mouth and lick it in that sensitive spot at the top of my shaft, just below the hole, and it sends me into a wild fit of flames that starts in my crotch, and goes up my back and around my shoulders. I send myself forward a little more, and feel your lips around the whole head...and when I feel that, I want it all, and I start rocking my hips back and forth a little more, and a little more, until you've taken it all in, and I'm still rocking it slowly up, and down...gently fucking you in your mouth...and I feel like I'm going to cum pretty quickly...
I reach down and start stroking through the top of your hair, and your head is moving a little bit faster, now...with this erotic, warm,
wet-velvet feeling of your tongue and the inside of your mouth, all over my manhood...some of your spit leaks outside your lips and starts
to run down to my balls, and you immediately reach up and cup my balls in your hand, squeezing them, stroking your saliva all over them, and
I can't hold it anymore- the feeling of my balls shifting around between your fingers as my cum shoots into the firm grip of your lips around it...and it's thick, and hot...you feel it inside your cheeks, on the flat of your tongue, sliding down the back of your throat...and just as I let out a huge vocal release, you reach behind me, with one finger sliding down the crack of my ass and you squeeze one cheek, pretty hard, sending my hips up, and you open your mouth again, just as my last drop of cum trails off of your lower lip and down your chin.
I get down, my whole body resting on top of yours, now, and we start kissing- deep, and messy, and wet- I bring my tongue down and clean off your chin, putting the last salty drop in your mouth with my own, and we keep kissing, our hands all over each other...and then you bring yours up and start subtly pushing on top of my head...and I know what that means...
I kiss down your chin, your jaw, your neck...licking, sucking and kissing; taking in every curve and every bump with my mouth...going
down a bit lower, licking around the beautiful curves of your breasts; licking and pressing on your nipples with my tongue, as I take them as
completely as I can, into my mouth...massaging your waist and your hips with my hands as I continue getting you wet with the inside of my mouth...covering every inch of your delicious skin. I want so badly to completely consume you...
I lower my body down so that my lips are just between your navel and your waist- sliding my hands down underneath you there, holding the cheeks of your ass, my head resting just above that nest of gold between your legs. I put my face down into your mound of soft hair...and it's my turn to please you...parting your hair with my tongue, as it searches for the folds of skin beneath. And at first contact with the inside of your hole, you bring your ankles up, sending your knees into the air, and you rock your hips, pushing your pussy up against my face- I turn my head to lick and suck on the insides of your thighs, but close enough to your sweetest spot that I can still smell you- I point my tongue all the way out and lick up, teasing your anus and the bottom of your slit on the way up to pushing it entirely inside you- and you yelp when I get there, letting me know that I've got you, now...you reach down to take my hands, and we hold each other, with our fingers interlocked on each hand down at your waist, while I taste the honey dripping out of you- all over the inside of my mouth, in my beard, in my face- you slowly rock your hips while I'm eating you, sending undulating, electric waves of passion from your sweet, wet hole all the way through my lower jaw.
Our hands lose their hold on each other as you reach up and stroke through my hair, now, and both of us are moaning- you, from the hot
fire between your thighs, and me, from the buzzing I can feel from my nose to my toes now. I bring my newly-freed hand in and start stroking
where you've been licked, and I can't help myself- I send two fingers inside you to bring you closer to climax, the point of my tongue darting over your swollen clitoris, again and again.
I hear your moaning getting a little more desperate, and I know you're almost there- I take my fingers away and keep licking your pearl, and
down further into the warm, wet folds of your vagina...your moaning turns into a primal wail of ecstasy, and you grab my forearms and
squeeze tightly, pushing your hips up into my face as you're cumming- and sending one last, passionate rush of fluid from down inside of you, into my mouth...
I lick around the inside of your thighs, cleaning up a little bit after what I'd just done to you, and then I get up on my knees again, before you- my hands resting on your knees, which are still in the air...and you see that my dick is, again, completely hard.
I look down at your face, your curves, your whole body- your perfect figure in the dim light, and I ask you, "So...what do you want to feel
now?"
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I love the "power" of turning him on
There is a lot of power there, indeed.
And "tongue attention" is a wonderful thing...I always enjoy reciprocating that for a woman, too.
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So what do you do instead of sex on the "too tired" days?
When she is too tired (which happens much more frequently than I'd care for, but...it is what it is), I just wait until a little later, and please myself.
I'm not exactly proud of it, but...hahaha...again, it is what it is.
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Good article, yes- thank you for posting.
I might get that book.
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There's a word in the English language that is nine letters long, but only one syllable- 'scratched'.
Think about it- multiple phonemes, yes, but only one syllable.
Yeah...this is the kind of stuff I think about when I'm sitting on the toilet during a thunderstorm, and the electricity goes out.
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False, sadly
TPBM feels badly for someone
In a way, yes...but I think everything is going to be just fine.
TPBM isn't the least bit upset- everything is looking pretty damn good, actually...
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SS makes an excellent point. Heck, I could even loan you my camera, I am just that kind! All you have to do is come and get it!!!
Heh heh...how does that saying go...be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it?
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I think you need to sign off of here and go shopping I agree there are a lot of beautiful people here.
Stop holding out and jump in. Or better yet we can find a member near you and have them shoot it for you. I am sure there are quite a few members that would offer to help out.
Haha!
Awww, shucks.
If my ego were bigger, I'd post that in the contest section of the forum.
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it felt like it was ALL ABOUT ME - maybe that is why I liked it so much!!!!!!
I have never done it, FFM or MMF. And while I wouldn't be opposed at all to FFM (I'd leave it up to the women, and if they were up for it, I would be, too), I'd have to say that I've thought about MMF also, and I would do it for the woman involved. I mean, I wouldn't want to do anything physical with/to the other man, but I would agree to an MMF situation it if it's all for the purpose of pleasing the woman.
It definitely is all about her, in that situation.
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Hon, you're not BAD at sex. You're inexperienced. There's a BIIIIIIG difference.
This is exactly what I was going to say.
First of all, we're glad you're here. Welcome! And kudos to you for a very brave, personal, and vulnerable first post.
Don't be worried about anything that you think you're 'lacking', as far as sexual ability is concerned. And just as chloegirl said, don't beat yourself up about any of it. It takes time and experience to even identify what you enjoy the most, with regard to sex. You definitely don't have to set out to impress any/every man you have sex with- and if it happens to be someone you're in a committed relationship with, it will grow over the amount of time you spend together.
I do think there's a lot more pressure on women to be 'good' at physical intimacy, in this society that is still so male-dominant. But that is nothing more than a role, or an expectation, even, that's ruled by gender and nothing more. So it probably is a lot more difficult for you to not feel uncomfortable about this (and especially since I think you perceive just about everyone to be more experienced than you are).
My honest opinion is that if you're up-front with a guy- I mean, you could go ahead and say, "I haven't had a lot of experience"- if he wants it to be as good for you as he wants it to be for him, then he won't have a problem at all (and it will likely open up your mind and body to a better experience, too). And if you figure out that he doesn't care if it's as good for you as it is for him, then he's not worth your time, or energy, or experience, or anything- none of it.
Be proud of what you are, and it WILL get better, I promise you.
There was a time in my life- too long of a time, actually- when I was, indeed, entirely too timid about sex. And there was a good reason for it, for me. But anyway, my point is, I think it just takes the right people in our lives- whether that be a sex partner, or someone else- to bring it out in us.
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Love all the comments and photos, everybody. Right on, right on. This community looks to be full of some beautiful bodies.
I'd love to join in the fun, but I'm playing the role of hold-out, thus far.
(Actually, it's only because I need a new camera. I am currently without! But after I've taken care of that)...
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True oh so true
TPBM is feeling very frisky today
Ahhhh, just what you said- true, oh so true.
TPBM is having fun wasting time.
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I wish I could somehow convince him that it would be a spicy and wonderful addition to our repertoire. I think he has some hangups about it.
He used to masturbate very frequently and I know he used porn tapes for a while. Lately, I don't think he does as much but then again he's getting older and now going through some stressful times. But still, I would think that any red blooded man TOLD this would be a huge treat would try it.
<<<sigh>>>
I would love to be able to do it openly. It really turns me on to be able to see a woman pleasing herself, too.
Unfortunately, I'm married to someone who thinks it's one of the most disgusting things imaginable.
Just my luck, I suppose...
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False--the kids are with their dad.
TPBM is ready for sleep
False- I almost never have any time to myself, and I'm not using it to sleep, right now. A day at home (during the week, anyway) is a supreme rarity.
TPBM is ready for something different.
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I got a very dirty little pleasure from reading this- not really the dialogue, but the setting and the action (heh heh) really turn me on. Thanks!
Now I need to go, ummm...take care of some things...
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Well, I thought you were eluding to being gay and not being able to marry.
I looked at this for a good long time, trying to figure out why you would have thought I was gay...hahaha...but it goes back to the use of that word 'constitutionally', I get it. Guess I should have made that clearer, but no, not what I meant. HAHA...
I am remarkably straight, but not narrow at all, I'll put it that way.
And looking forward to [or maybe just hoping for] a long life.
Not necessarily fun ones, but exceptions nonetheless.
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Thanks for the compliments, everybody. I'm glad you dig it.
And I did receive an ending to it from someone...so I'm going to post it now. It is from a female perspective...
I prop myself up on my elbows and raise my eyebrow. Your face still
shiny from the act you just performed on me... Smirking a little.
"Hmmm", I say, "Give me a second," as I rise to get up I see your
mischievous eyes wondering what I am doing. "Wait here", I say and
pull you down onto the bed.
"OK!" you respond excitedly.
I disappear into my walk in closet, and I hear "Hey? where you going"?
I pop my head back out.
"You'll see", I reply...and then I emerge, with my hair all
tousled...wearing my new black stilettos with silver heels. I give you
the back view, "You like?", I ask...
"Come here", you say and reach out your hand. Your eyes intense... I
take your hand and climb on. Straddling you, on my knees, my hands on
your chest. I lean down and whisper in your ear, "I want to feel that
cock."
"Oh yeah", you growl as I take you in... deep inside me. I am so wet
already, and I start to grind into you.
Your hands on my ass are insistent, as you thrust and penetrate me
deeper still. I lean back a little and moan. I can feel the hot
sensation of my orgasm building. You recognize that too and fuck me
harder. I am bouncing on you and my pussy spasms on your slick hard
cock. I throw my head back and cum HARD...so good...and you keep
thrusting. I can feel a small gush...you moan as the warm fluid washes
over your balls, and your dick throbs inside me.
"Ohhhh, FUCK" you cry out, and grab my waist. In one fell swoop you
flip me over and grab my ankles, pushing them back toward my head. You
look at my sexy new shoes and say, "Goddamn, you are so hot...I just
want to blow my whole load inside you, from behind"
This turns me on even more and I feel a flutter in my pussy. "Hmmm,
then just DO it...fuck me," I say hoarsely.
"You think you like that, then, baby?", you ask, almost hissing. "You
want me to fuck you just like that?"
"Yes" I squeal... and fuck me you do!! Pounding me with that sweet
hard dick of yours. My hands reach to the backs of your thighs,
bringing you closer, pulling you deeper; I can't get enough. Another
orgasm hits me and I scream out...and then "UUUHHH" you groan, as you
feel me clamping down...and as it subsides another one starts to
build. I can feel you getting harder.
You let go of my ankles and I wrap them around you, my heels in the
air. You grab my breasts and suck hard on each nipple as you continue
thrusting inside me. I feel your teeth bite me slightly and I lose
control. You are so hard thrusting inside me and I can't take anymore.
Waves of pleasure shoot down my legs as the orgasm hits. Hard, long,
and deep, your cock keeps penetrating me. I have lost my voice I
cannot do anything but squeal. Fluid gushes out of me, all over your
cock and down the crack of my ass.
"Ooohh, fuck, that feels so good!" you yell. I start to have another
one and you are moaning, your eyes closed...I can tell that you're
about to cum. I squeeze my thighs around you and fuck you back, my
pussy contracting on you my wetness dripping down your balls. And as
you cum I feel it spurt, so deep and hot inside me.
And then our orgasms subside, and you collapse on top of me.
After another moment or two, our bodies sweating, intertwined, you
lean down and kiss me, passionately, and I say, "Hey...want to be my
date next year?"