Real or Not?
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Posted:Feb 25, 2009 10:53 am
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Work sent me to Louisianna. They arranged everything. As the taxi drove me to where I would be staying, I was looking at the amazing tree lined world around us. Tree after tree whizzing by.
After a 20 minutes or so, we arrive at this beautiful plantation house. I open the envelope the liason officer gave me at work. Inside the envelope were keys.
I asked the driver if he was sure on the address. He confirmed that is was the address and the house is often available for rentals, but no one stays long.
I didn't think to ask why at the time and I should have, but he drove off and didn't even take my money! How rude!
I take my bag and head for the front door. Admiring the trees and the lovely scent of flowers. A slight breeze whirls around me. Cool. None of the trees are moving, but I felt this cool breeze.
I open the door, there are fresh cut flowers in the foyer. Its a grand house and wonder why the office sprang for such a lovely place. It must have set them back a pretty penny, unless more are coming? Wasn't aware of any type of meeting.
I looked around for a check in desk or someone to direct to me where I was going. I could find no one. The heels of my shoes clicking on the beautiful white marble. I felt the breeze and a smell of flowers, but took notice that there were no windows open.
Big, old, drafty house. The house smelled like flowers but only noticed the pretty bouquet in the foyer. I kept calling out for anyone to answer. I heard nothing.
I found the kitchen, it was well stocked. I wandered around exploring, gorgeous library, big fireplaces, marble so shined I could see up my dress!
I went back into the foyer and decided to go ahead and call the office, make sure I was in the right place. I didn't get a cell signal. I stepped outside, still no signal. Strange. It didn't seem that we were that far from the airport.
Back in the house, I decided to explore for a phone. That flowery breeze around me again. Then I realized that I didn't see my bag in the foyer. I ran back to the foyer and sure enough, my bag was gone!
"Hello!" I screamed. I heard nothing in response. I headed for the stairs. Again that breeze seemed to follow me. Weird. I reached the top and saw all these closed doors. I tried the first, it was locked, across the hall same thing. The breeze edged me further down the hall. Finally a door that opened.
A gorgeous room! Canopy wood bed...dark furniture. A dream bedroom. My bag was on the bed! Maybe the help is deaf? I yelled again. Heard nothing! I looked around. This is spooking me. A door to a bathroom just opened. I jumped.
I walked towards the open door, and there was this giant tub, filled with steaming water, the bathroom nothing but mirrors. Again, I looked around. No one in sight. No noises from the house. How can the water be hot when I didn't hear or see anyone?
The flowery breeze again. I was wanting a shower, the tension of the next few days was wearing on me. I tested the water, it was warm, almost hot. I touched the tap. It was still hot as well.
I unzipped my dress and let it fall to floor. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought it should be a crime to see yourself so clearly from all angles. I shuddered. Not cold, but there was that breeze again. Ignoring the chill, I undid my bra and let it fall to floor. My breasts always love to be freed from the bra prison, so I rubbed my palm across my nipples. My nipples sprang to life. The breeze caressed my shoulders and neck.
I bent slightly to remove my panties. I wiggle them to the floor. I look at the mirrors again...I really hate how I look naked. I run my hands down my ample hips, and back up to my belly and back up to my breasts and then up to my hair...
I look at myself in the mirror...that breeze...Sigh...in the mirror I see a silhoutte of a man. Startled I turn around. No one there. Must be my imagination. It has been so long since I have felt the arms of a man.
That breeze across my nipples...swirling around them. I can almost imagine them being twisted, pinched, pulled. It's my imagination. It has to be. The breeze swirls around my hips, my ass, the bathroom is steaming up. I look at myself in the mirror again, again, I see that man! Freaked out, I jump slightly. My imagination is getting the better of me.
"No one is there!" I tell myself. I climb into the tub. Nice and warm. I slink down in the tub and cover my body with the warm water. I close my eyes. Concentrate on breathing. In and out. In and out. In and out. I laugh to myself. In and out sounds like instructional sex. Breathe. I am feeling sleepy.
I must have fallen asleep, the water has all but drained from the tub. I was a bit chilled. I get out, reach for the towel and begin to dry off. That breeze again, swirling around me. I dropped the towel. The breeze was between my legs, almost like a light caress across my wet slits. I shivered, not because I was cold, but because it was kind of a turn on. One foot on the edge of tub and the other on the floor, I could see myself. I stare at the mirror. Its not every day a gal could see her girly bits without a mirror. I pulled apart the labia, exposing the pink inside. The breeze again, this time harder and almost whipping at the pink parts.
I sucked in a breath. My imagination put a man on his knees in the reflection in the mirror, yet when I look down, there is nothing. No one but me. The breeze is all around me now. I feel it on my breasts, my belly, my clit, my ass. Oh my...this cannot be happening. My imagination. I have to get out more. I need to date more. I need to get laid more!
The breeze got harder and if at all possible, warmer. It felt so good, I knew I was crazy for imagining all of this, but was powerless to stop. My imaginary friend was still in the mirror. My clit was so stimulated, that I would I explode right then and there. I kept telling myself to let it go. I heard a voice in my head. Male. "Relax baby, let me make you cum..." I shivered. I must still be asleep.
I told myself to go with the dream. It was feeling to good and no one was around to know. I heard a chuckle in my head. The pressure on my clit was more intense. The reflection of the man in the mirror seemed to look more real. I reached down to touch him, my hand just brushed my leg. Powerful dream. Will have to remember to write this down when I wake up.
Breathing hard now, was close to cumming. The man in the mirror was now almost real, still hazy but damn, I could have sworn he was right there!
"OH GOD!" I can feel a hand upon my breast. Pinching my nipples. I see the indent of fingers on my breast when I look down at them, but the reflection in the mirror shows that man his head between my legs and his hand reaching up and squeezing my breasts. Wild! I have a great imagination. The hands slowly rubs down my body, and then he inserts a finger into me! I explode on him.
I hear a chuckle again in my head. I look down at myself and see nothing but look in the mirror and see this man, a smile on his face, all slimmy from goo, how can this be? He pushes that finger harder within me, reaching all the way back and rubbing behind that bone. Push, push, oh.....
Finish the story for me..
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Blindfold
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Posted:Feb 19, 2009 1:32 pm
Last Updated:Feb 25, 2009 9:13 am
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Here is a thought or fantasy...
Having never met the one person I talk to most on-line, we haven't exchanged photos. I like the person at the other end of the email and the chats.
I am comfortable with that persona of him. I have this picture in my head of who he is, based on what I know of him.
We have shared thoughts on novels, music, foods, and of course the sexual stuff. Have to share that sexual stuff, the likes and dislikes. Though my list is short of dislikes, he has not had many of the great life experiences as I have, but is willing to do just about anything.
This intrigues me. My races, my heart beats faster and of course, I get all tingly down low.
I digress. So, we talk many times over about meeting. Both of us fearing that through time we have built up such an idea in our heads that the other will be disappointed as to who we are in real life.
After much debate, we decide to meet at a hotel. He would go ahead and book room, a key would be left for me at the hotel desk. I was to arrive a pre-arranged time.
I pick up the key, a little embarrassed by the look the woman at the counter gave me. I have my blindfold ready to whip out when I arrive at the door.
I am at the door, I listen at the door, there is a woman walking down the hall towards...I am embarrassed by my thoughts, does she know what I am going to do? How could she?
She smiles and passes me by. Whew! I take out my blindfold, look both ways down the hall, no one coming. I place it securely over my eyes.
I knock on the door. He asks if I am ready? I reply that I am. He has his blindfold on as well. He opens the door. I reach for him. I feel his hand. He pulls me close. Neither of us sure if the other is truly blindfolded.
My hand reaches up for his face. I feel the blindfold over his eyes. He laughs and does the same. My hands feel sweaty. So we touch each other exploring. Since our minds have not given us the real picture, feeling is wonderful. Totally heightened.
Slowly he backs towards the bed. We start to kiss. Hands still roving. Slowly he unbuttons my shirt...I unbutton his...
Skin. Hair. Smells. Nice. Stubble on his face...mmmm
He fiddles with bra, we both laugh. 6 hooks and fumbling hands, I reach back and unleash the maidens. His hands are warm. Oh, his mouth....swoon
We undress one another slowly. Exploring with our hands, with our mouths, the sounds, the sighs...He asks if I am ready to get rid of the blind fold. I am not. I like this. This fits my mind of who he is since we haven't seen one another yet. Our on-line fantasy world still exists.
Hours later, we take off our blindfolds and we are pleased with what we see, both of us tangled in one another.
We smile. I know that smile. It looks like this 
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Coffee, tea or me?
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Posted:Feb 18, 2009 12:48 pm
Last Updated:Mar 10, 2009 7:03 pm
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Wine me, dine me, 69 me. Isn't that how that saying goes?
It's basically true. I am not one of those girls who will just meet up with anyone and do them right on the spot! Remember the days when you go dancing and you see someone who had the right moves? You were attracted and maybe or maybe not you went home with that person? I believe that attraction starts straight away, but in todays society, we have to be a little safer with our meetings.
One can never be too sure of who someone really is. I would love to chat with someone here and just say MEET ME AT 1:30 someplace and just bang away at it. Society isn't as safe as it used to be.
So, I prefer to get to know the person. See if the same likes and dislikes are there and then once your mind is involved, meet up and see how well you like each other from there.
By then you know if that person likes it hard or soft, doggie or bottom only, groups or bi people. What I am trying to say is invest in the mind. Doesn't have to be a fancy resturant, doesn't have to be a meal either, can be coffee or coke (I chose Coke cuz its my favorite), in a public place that way when you want to back out, it doesn't make you feel so stupid for not liking the other person or if you don't show up.
Mental attraction, then the physical stuff. Its just easier and safer that way.
So figure out a way to wow my mind. Blow me away mentally. Then lets get to the juicy stuff
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The little man in the boat
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Posted:Feb 15, 2009 5:52 am
Last Updated:Mar 13, 2009 12:09 pm
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I woke up breathing hard with the feeling that something really special happened but I can't for the life of me figure out what that was!
I took stock of my person. I opened my eyes and tried to control my breathing. All parts were still there, but oh wait...mmmmm
Wetness! I looked around the room to see if there was someone that popped in for a visit? A vampire maybe? It was still dark. Tested the wetness by putting my fingers to my lips...No blood, thank god..Just good old fashion girly stuff. Yup, it was mine.
I closed my eyes, desperate hope that I could catch back up to the dream. I was deep in thought, praying that the dream, this dream that left me feeling awesome but wanting more.
I caressed my breasts, ran my hands down my belly, trailing further south. My button was highly aroused. MMMMM felt wonderful. My girly lips were all puffy, sure sign that I was in a high state of arousal, but where was that dream?
Focus! I must focus! Then I started to think about the story that a friend and I had started when we were texting. At my last send for the evening, it was getting to the steamy part. I guess I was more aroused at the words we had been sending rather the actual stimulation. That had to be the source of my dream?
Going back over the story we were creating, the breathing increased and I found myself even more excited than when I first woke up. The little man in the boat was screaming at me! He felt like he was jumping up and down in his little boat! My desperate to catch up to that dream, finish that story, I must have been responding to that man in the boat...
My boyfriend rolled over and put more blankets on me, I asked what he was doing. He replied that I must have been cold since I was shivering in my sleep. He kissed my forehead and tucked me in, rolled over and started snoring!
Stunned, what an idiot! I wasn't shivering! I was way to warm for these covers. All I wanted to was have that release! I wanted to remember the dream. I wanted to finish the story!
Afraid to rock the bed, I remained very still. The little man in the boat was just beside himself, he kept at it. The agony!
I got up, went into the bathroom, maybe if I peed I will feel better. I hear the BF ask if I was ok, was I getting sick? I was shivering earlier. Did I need anything?
I was thinking, yeah I need something, but you are too blind to notice. "I am fine, thank you, go back to sleep." I grit my teeth and thought this was the biggest mood kill ever. I sat on the toilet seat, waiting for him to start snoring again. The little man in the boat was not screaming as loud, so I guess his voice was becoming hoarse.
Listening for breathing from the bedroom, to signal it was ok to proceed. I hear him get up, get out of bed. I hear him in the kitchen which is on the other side of the bathroom wall. Damn! I should just go back to bed. He is not going to sleep until I am back in the bed! Grrrrr.....frustrated I headed out of the bathroom, towards the bed when he arrived with a glass of water for me.
I took the cup, thinking it was a sweet gesture, should I just jump his bones and get it over with? Nah, he is tired.
I took a sip of water, he settled into his side of the bed, rubbed my arm. "Sleep," was his command.
I rolled over on my left side, sighed and asked the orgasm gods to bring my dream back to me, and fell back asleep. I guess the kitty needed to rest and the little man in the boat was exhausted or frustrated. One of the two...
Sigh...Morning. Awake and still waiting for the happy ending.
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Posted:Feb 14, 2009 6:32 am
Last Updated:May 18, 2024 4:18 am
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Seems I have been slacking in my posts. I want to preface this one by saying what I write are merely my opinions. I do understand that everyone has different views and feelings.
I write for my own enjoyment and express my personal views on things. So please, do not fill my mailbox with arguing on different views. Thanks.
Well, just having been online 1 month and 14 days today, I have made some really good connections. Many of you I have not met in person, but adore who you are in this world and actually look forward to talking to. I do consider you friends. I do have to say there are a few of you whom I enjoy the banter, the sexual tension as well as friendship.
Many I just enjoy talking to on a regular basis. It is wild how this online world can actually draw one to the human side of things.
I have met a few whom I love being friends in with real life. To put a face with who they are. I love it! I know that if I had met these people in real life instead of meeting them online first, I would have picked them out as friends.
Many I look forward to regular conversations with. I thank you all for all your warmth and friendship.
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To be or not to be
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Posted:Feb 11, 2009 1:47 pm
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2009 7:47 am
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Is that my question? Hell, I don't know...I thought of these great things to say here and now that I am actually here, I can't remember a darned thing!
Since I cannot keep notes where all can see, I must rely on my tired brain to keep the files full. Since its mainly filled with sex topics and sexual desires, needs and wants, my brain often gets side tracked!
Then that leads to the need for an orgasm, which leads to....
Well, you get the idea. If not, see earlier posts on masterbation.
I have talked to plenty of people on here. I get asked the same questions over and over again. I am now to the point if you can't wow me in the first send, then I don't even want to mess with talking to you.
So, some advise from me, be creative. Not just with me, but have read other posts by other women, who have similar complaints.
"nice tits" or "wanna fuck" doesn't get my boat floating. The number one question I get asked most often-
1. do I suck cock and do I swallow
2. what do you want? or what am I looking for..
3. what am I wearing
Those 3 questions or some variation thereof within the first 30 seconds of trying to chat.
I know, I am going to hear from those who say, then why are you on this site? I am here for the same reasons as everyone else. I just happen to be a nice person who likes to have a mind experience before the actual act. Excuse me! lol!
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S.E.X.
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Posted:Feb 8, 2009 8:27 am
Last Updated:Feb 11, 2009 11:58 am
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These are lyrics from my favorite musical group...Nickelback.
I thought they fit Black Flirting so perfectly. Well, for me anyway.
Here it goes:
No is a dirty word, never gonna say it first.
No is just a thought that never crosses my mind.
Maybe in the parking lot? Better bring your friend.
Better off together than just one at a time.
(chorus)
S is for the simple need
E is for the ecstasy
X is just to mark the spot,
cause that's the one you really want.
YES! Sex is always the answer
Its never a question
Cause the answers yes, its always yes
Not just a suggestion if you ask the question.
Then its always yes!
I'm lovin' what you wanna wear
wonder whats up under there?
Wonder if I'll ever have it under my tongue?
I'd love to try to set you free,
I love you all over me.
Love to hear the sound you make,
the second you are done.
(chorus)
S is for the simple need
E is for the ecstasy
X is just to mark the spot,
cause that's the one you really want.
YES! Sex is always the answer
Its never a question
Cause the answers yes, its always yes
Not just a suggestion if you ask the question.
Then its always yes!
SEX
SEX
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Slip of the Tongue
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Posted:Feb 7, 2009 2:42 pm
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2009 8:38 am
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This has come up a lot in conversations. Oral sex. Men who love to eat til the cows come home. They claim they can eat or lick a woman for hours on end.
Now, the idea, as appealing it may sound, it is just not the whole enchilada for me! I like a little of this, a little of that, switch it up.
Now, I love a licking. It had been some time prior to this blog since it has happened, and let me tell you, it was as good as I remembered. Can I go for hours? NO! I cannot simply exist on that alone.
Touch it, push it, examine it, pound it, lick some more...Ummm that is the key...
I like to have my time in the sun to shine, too. I like to give as much as I receive. Equality to all parts. Equality to all persons involved.
So, in essence, eat a way but don't forget to play!
PS. Thank you to you know who for the best licking!!!! mmmm mmmm good!
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More about ME
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Posted:Feb 4, 2009 11:59 am
Last Updated:Feb 15, 2009 1:33 pm
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My story...is quite a long one. I will try to give you the condensed version. I had a brother, he was younger than me and dying of cancer, my folks were pissed off at the world (understandibly so) and they were pissed off at me since I was healthy. (so it seemed to me at age 16).
I ran away from home. I was tired of being beaten by dad, my grades at school were suffering, but the school understood. So, I ran...I went to San Francisco. I met a who had just been beat up and kicked out of his boyfriend's house. He was left on the street. We slept in my Nova to keep safe and warm since it was so foggy that nite. Being a , I didn't plan the financial side of things very well...I didn't take all the money from savings account and new my dad would track me down if I did try to withdraw some. So this , Kyle was his name, knew of a place that we go, we could get paid, but could it could only be done once. I was not a so I wasn't having sex for money. No WAY! He promised this guy was weird but rich. After a long debate, I finally agreed as I wanted to eat again and my car only got 8 miles to the gallon.
So, we got to this house...it was owned by a wealthy, wealthy man. They all called him Master. I asked to wear a teddy by a lovely woman called the Mistress...I was brought into a room after a lovely, warm bath in which the mistress bathed me and shaved me...(that was wild) then dressed by this woman and lead to a room. This room was all white tile...very bright and warm in this room. Smelled like orange cleaner. I was so hungry. From the other side of this room, a man was presented to me, he was naked and secured to the opposite wall. Next a wheel barrel of peeled fruit was wheeled in. Man, I was hungry too and I thought I hit the mother load!
So, I picked up a banana since it was on top...I ate it...all the while this naked man was just eyeing me. Finally, he asked how my pitching arm was. I told him I was ok, but not the best...He asked me to throw a piece of fruit at him. Of course, I wasn't sure what he was getting at, but threw it anyways..he taunted me. Aye batter....you throw like a girl...etc...So, I started throwing them...careful to miss his privates...soon my arm got tired...
I couldn't figure out the deal! Finally, an orange hit him square on the head of his penis. Boy, did that make it spring to life!!!!!!!!!! It got huge! the biggest penis I had ever seen. So, then my brain figures out, this is what turns this guy on! So, I would take a bite of an apple and throw with renewed vigor. Aiming for that gorgeous penis. He moaned but kept goading me. I took another bite of a grapefruit...same result when thrown. I got the picture...So, I rubbed various pieces of fruit on my nipples, jeez that penis grew even more! I rubbed it between my legs..Bam! He was moaning and breathing heavy. I was getting turned on with all this activity... I grabbed a banana...slipped the banana inside me as I was already way turned on . I threw it but it was short...I dug for another banana. I did the same thing only got closer to him. I slipped the banana in and out a few times while he was moaning...this seemed to get him. I took a bite out of that banana and threw it again at him...the head of penis now wet as all get out with pre-cum...
A few more times with the bananas...and WOW did he cum...Of course, I had not cum...not sure at that age what to do...I was retrieved by the mistress...taken back to the bath where she washed me...and she got me off!!! I was afraid but she helped me thru...I came 2 more times in the bath...I was exhausted...she let me sleep it off in a lovely room. I woke up to an envelope on the night stand. $2000.00 was in there.! I was freaked. That was a huge amount of money for what I did. I went in search of my friend Kyle.
It was dark out...Very late. I walked quietly thru the house, hearing moaning and people barking orders...I went back to my room afraid to piss someone off. About 15 minutes after returning to my room, there was a knock on the door...I opened the door, it was at the man from the tiled room. He was dressed in a robe but looked very much in control. He introduced himself as the MASTER. He asked me if I enjoyed my visit. I shyly answered yes. He asked me if I was a runaway. I told him no. He asked me not to lie or there would be dire consequences (his exact words). He asked me again, I this time told him yes. Asked me to tell him the story of why. I explained but said I would leave straight away and be gone because I wasn't going back to my family.
He hugged me, said I didn't have to leave. I could stay as long as I felt it necessary. That he would check on my brother if I gave him information. I didn't trust anyone but thankful for a place to stay. He said I would have to perform tasks on a daily basis. I understood this to be no different than living at home. I accepted. I was brought down to a room like a dining room and fed. There were other people around my age but everyone was naked. Boys had leather harnesses around their penis. The girls had toys in their asses or vaginas. Clamps on nipples. I was clothed. Later after I ate, I was brought by the mistress to another room, where I was bathed and my clothes removed. I was oiled up and well groomed as they say. I learned a few hours later that I was the newest sex slave.
I stayed there for 6 months. I got word that my brother was taking a turn for the worst. I learned so much in this house...I had all kinds of sex. Sex with women. Sex with men. Sex with many people at one time. Dr. visits every 2 days ensured that all was well. I learned to orgasm, to control my orgasms, I learned that all things can be sensual and sexual. If I did not do as I was told, I would be punished by not being allowed to cum. When left to sleep, I would have my hands bound to the side of the bed so I couldn't get myself off. Some one would come in regularly and take me to the edge of orgasm and then they would leave...only making me wet...Sometimes, I did this for fun. I eventually realized that I was in control.
After a long talk with the master and the mistress, we agreed that I would leave, be with my brother, graduate from school and I could come back. I didn't want to ever leave. I needed to be with my brother. I had already hurt him enough by not being there. My brother died about months after I returned home. I dated a bit, but the boys seemed to be boys. I was not satisfied sexually. After graduation, my spanish teacher, whom I teased forever, finally asked me out... I spent a week with him in Spain. He could do some things now... I was in love. hahahahahaah...He went back to his wife. I came back home..my parents were still angry and hateful.
I left again...headed back to San Francisco...only when I got to the house, there was no master, no mistress. The people I was asking about had moved about 4 months earlier. No one knew where they went. I cried for an hour in their yard. I headed to the ocean...my solace. I cried..wondered if it all really was real or if I was on some deep trip or worse?
I am glad that I had those experiences. I wouldn't have changed that outcome for anything. I do miss my brother, but wow! I was living. It shaped me into who I am today.
Thought you all might want to know...
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Define Kinky
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Posted:Jan 31, 2009 5:57 am
Last Updated:Feb 6, 2009 8:34 am
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I often get asked if I am a kinky person. I always have to stop and think about my response. I am not really sure that I have kinks per say.
I mean, what I might think is kinky might not be to another person. It might be a normal thing for them.
Is it kinky to want someone to want you, take you the minute they see you, kiss you and push you up against the wall and want to consume you right then and there? Now, admittedly, I think that is hot and very erotic. Is that kinky? Not in my book.
Doing it in a dressing room at a store, where you want to keep quiet but just can't because it feels so darned good? Is that kinky? I don't think so. It is a complete turn-on.
To have someone that you care about demand that you get on your knees, put your hands behind your back and do as you are told. To have that person be so in control of you or threaten to tie you up. To have them touch you, knowing that you cannot touch them back. To ignore the demand that you keep your hands behind your back and then they tie you up to keep you from using your hands. To bring you to total bliss while surrendering all your control, is that kinky??? NO WAY!!! Not for me! Totally exciting.
Here is one for you...A man offered me $500 to poop on a glass table while he was underneath me. Said it was a total turn-on for him. Is that kinky? Well, for me, yes it is. I kept thinking, what happened in his life that watching someone poop was a turn on. Does it mean it didn't turn him on? It did I suppose. It is not something that I find a turn on, however, am I going to knock his choice? No, but its not for me, so I would call this a kink.
Been asked if I have ever been fisted. The answer is no. Is it because I think it is kinky? Not especially. Is it something that I would do at a future date? That is hard to say. Why have I not done it prior to now? Truthfully, it never really presented itself. Would I turn it down? No, I don't think so. So the answer is no, I do not think this is kinky, but you might?
I know of a guy who likes to put little, tiny electrodes on his parts, penis, testicles, nipples etc...he then has it hooked to some electrical device that when he plays a CD and the tempo reaches a certain beat, it pulses the electrodes, sending electric shocks to his parts. The best part is, he puts the CD on random so he doesn't know what is playing or how the electrodes are going to hit him. Now, do I think this is kinky??? Honestly. No. Why? Is it because I want it done to me? The answer is still no.
I do not find that kinky because it is something that turns him on. Is it different? Yes, I can agree with that.
How about a woman teaching another woman how to squirt? Two playmates asked if it could be taught. The answer is simple, yes. Every guys dream. Two women, right? Well, in the interest of having someone enjoying themselves is a wonderful experience in and of itself. Does it matter who the participants are? MFM? FMF? FFM and so on? Does that make it kinky by definition? You decide. It is not a kink to me.
How about the guy who likes to put things in his penis head? I mean, in the hole? I heard that this can go 1 of 2 ways, it either hurts like hell or it feels better than good. Does that mean its kinky? Is it different if a woman wants to use something other than a dildo or toy? Like say, the vacuum? Or a brush handle? Is is this any more kinky? I have seen all of the done, while I do not see this as an every day activity, it is kind of hot. Do I find it kinky? Me, personally, no I do not think its kinky.
Now, do you understand why I say KINKY is a relative term? I challenge all those brilliant minds out there to come up with something kinky and fly it by me or write your own thoughts on the matter. I am truly curious.
So, my point here is that, what someone else might think is a kink might not be to someone else.
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Stood Up
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Posted:Jan 30, 2009 10:52 am
Last Updated:Feb 4, 2009 8:09 am
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So, here I was sitting, getting the house cleaned, washing the sheets, getting ready for some fun! Finally...
Finally got the nerve to take a step to the edge and fall off...HE was gonna come over and well, ..you get the idea...
Begs me for days to let him come over and I finally do and then he cancels on me. 20 minutes past the meet time, he sends me a text about car trouble. What is up with that? Says he has been trying to find someone to let him borrow the car.
Talk about a buzz kill! It took me forever to get my nerve. Once I had it though, I was rockin and ready to go.
Had trouble keeping dry..if you know what I mean. So much build up and then nothing! What do women get if men get blue balls?
I have only been here for 30 days and there seems to be a pattern here. Ones who just want to add a notch to their belts. Bragging rights I guess. There might be a few serious ones out there...
Time will tell right?
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Another Laff!!!!
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Posted:Jan 29, 2009 6:56 am
Last Updated:May 18, 2024 4:18 am
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Saturday morning I got up e arly, quietly dressed, made my lunch, grabbed
the dog, and slipped
quietly into the garage.
I hooked up the boat up to the truck, and proceeded to back out into a
torrential downpour.
The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on
the radio, and
discovered that the weather would be bad all day.
I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed.
I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and
whispered, 'The weather
out there is terrible.'
My loving wife of 10 years replied, 'Can you believe my stupid husband is
out fishing in that?'
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Angry Sex?
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Posted:Jan 28, 2009 7:06 am
Last Updated:Feb 4, 2009 8:10 am
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I have seen the Angry Burger at Burger King. I have heard of make up sex, but angry sex?
Someone please tell me the difference between!!!
Inquiring minds want to know!
I might actually like it...hmmmm
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