Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
The Deprivation Game
I like to play. I like to play with others. I like to play with myself. Sometimes during sex, I like to play with other's minds (foremost, their bodies) as well.
I created a game in my head one day when Gadget was plunging his most needy part inside my most needy bit. I thought,
Men can get so heated when it comes to sex, and I love that. How can I inspire him to become more heated, even if we're both a little down, and while at the same time, have a little bit of fun?
The game is called The Deprivation Game and is composed of just that, momentary sexual deprivation. When he strives to fuck me ever harder, I thrust down my pelvis so that his energetically pumping cock slips out. His usual reaction is along the lines of,
Oh no please baby, please! No, no, no, please. Please baby.
Accompanied by whimpering, a scrunched up emotional face and phantom fucking, as my strong thighs push down on his, barring access to the bits he wants most to plunge into. His struggle against me can get quite heated at times, and then one of two things happen:
So again either way I'm turned on and entertained. Wicked am I.
About three months ago for months on end I didnt even want to have sex, my drive was high as always but my kitten wasnt responding and I found myself getting agitated easily and needing lots of sleep. He went down on me one night and kitten didnt want to respond, so I took matters into my own hands and when I came it wasnt good, it wasnt earth shattering and I was nearly in tears because nothing like this had ever happened to me and my dear kitten.
We talked a little while about how people can go into libido cycles and how its happened to him and he cradled me a little while I pouted on my side, my ass illuminated by the moon coming through the glass brick of the window. He got up queitly and went to the dresser and foraged for a condom while I still pouted, my fingers absent mindedly fondling my nipple, a sigh rising in my lungs because he was seemingly ignoring me.
He lay down beside me and whispered in my ear,
How about I take you through a sexual cycle of my own?
All of my soul sighed and my mind screamed, though my mouth did not,
Oh, God, get away from the male. AWAY FROM THE MALE, NOW!
I sighed as he lightly tugged at my hip, rolling me onto my back and slipped between my thighs, his muscular thighs beneath mine. He felt with his big hand between my legs at kitten to check the slickness and finding me sufficiently slick, he leveled his cock up against me.
I pushed my hips down and out of reach while I pushed with my thighs against him. At most I thought he'd get the picture and go lie down while I fell frustratedly asleep. But no, he was fighting me right back. We wrestled each all over the bed, his face lighting with a sinister and oh-so-sexy smile, laughing and trying to win. We tustled like this for a few more rounds and his laughing/frustration grew.
Then I discovered something; When I had first begun this tustle, I didnt want to have sex, but as I fought against him and he showed his desire in the struggle, I found that I wanted him more than I had in days. He laughed out loud and spoke softly,
What are you doing? Do you really not want to?
I smiled though he couldnt see my face in the shadows and flicked my hips up to meet his cock and he plunged deep inside. Our moans were in time, loud and rising as his rythm began in side of me, my hands grasping harshly at his powerful forearms, my nails barely making an impact on his skin.
He kissed me harshly on my jawbone as I threw my head back, sighs and moans issuing forth. My mind got devilish in an instant and I lowered my hips, pushing at him with my dancer's thighs, his cock lost and his whimpers beginning to come. He tried in vain as I pushed my thighs against him, whimpers and moans and pleading reaching my ears.
Soon, he was giving up and he kissed me and laid his forehead agasint my shoulder. I smiled and wiggled a little before raising my hips, sliding him into me, his energetic sex-grunt was response enough before he began his thrusting once more. I let him continue, nearly losing myself in the roll and bump of it all when once more I dropped my hips, and my thighs went to work.
This time, the struggle was shorter, but when he began to give up, he got even more flustered and his effort was redoubled. His strong hand reached out for my shoulder and I began to tire out, he conquered me with one last push and he had me, his cock even more powerful than it had been before this last tustle.
When he finally was near his final pains, I spoke softly into his ear of how much I wanted him to come, his body pulsing with the power of it. I smiled as he deeply kissed me, tired and fulfilled. I decided then that I loved the Deprivation Game and would use it more often. The passion and strength it ignited was just too much to resist.
I am now just realizing how much I love playing this game, since I havnt in weeks and weeks, but maybe that means it need to be employed very, very soon...
So, I live in satin, are you jealous just because you're envious? Tisk, tisk.
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Men can get so heated when it comes to sex, and I love that. How can I inspire him to become more heated, even if we're both a little down, and while at the same time, have a little bit of fun?
The game is called The Deprivation Game and is composed of just that, momentary sexual deprivation. When he strives to fuck me ever harder, I thrust down my pelvis so that his energetically pumping cock slips out. His usual reaction is along the lines of,
Oh no please baby, please! No, no, no, please. Please baby.
Accompanied by whimpering, a scrunched up emotional face and phantom fucking, as my strong thighs push down on his, barring access to the bits he wants most to plunge into. His struggle against me can get quite heated at times, and then one of two things happen:
- Just as he starts to give up and rest his forehead against my shoulder, I slip my hips down agasint him and he slides in, and happily restarts his rhythm against me.
- Or, (my favorite) he grabs my shoulder and under my neck and pushes down on top of me, conquering my sex with a forceful thrust and begins his pace once again.
So again either way I'm turned on and entertained. Wicked am I.
About three months ago for months on end I didnt even want to have sex, my drive was high as always but my kitten wasnt responding and I found myself getting agitated easily and needing lots of sleep. He went down on me one night and kitten didnt want to respond, so I took matters into my own hands and when I came it wasnt good, it wasnt earth shattering and I was nearly in tears because nothing like this had ever happened to me and my dear kitten.
We talked a little while about how people can go into libido cycles and how its happened to him and he cradled me a little while I pouted on my side, my ass illuminated by the moon coming through the glass brick of the window. He got up queitly and went to the dresser and foraged for a condom while I still pouted, my fingers absent mindedly fondling my nipple, a sigh rising in my lungs because he was seemingly ignoring me.
He lay down beside me and whispered in my ear,
How about I take you through a sexual cycle of my own?
All of my soul sighed and my mind screamed, though my mouth did not,
Oh, God, get away from the male. AWAY FROM THE MALE, NOW!
I sighed as he lightly tugged at my hip, rolling me onto my back and slipped between my thighs, his muscular thighs beneath mine. He felt with his big hand between my legs at kitten to check the slickness and finding me sufficiently slick, he leveled his cock up against me.
I pushed my hips down and out of reach while I pushed with my thighs against him. At most I thought he'd get the picture and go lie down while I fell frustratedly asleep. But no, he was fighting me right back. We wrestled each all over the bed, his face lighting with a sinister and oh-so-sexy smile, laughing and trying to win. We tustled like this for a few more rounds and his laughing/frustration grew.
Then I discovered something; When I had first begun this tustle, I didnt want to have sex, but as I fought against him and he showed his desire in the struggle, I found that I wanted him more than I had in days. He laughed out loud and spoke softly,
What are you doing? Do you really not want to?
I smiled though he couldnt see my face in the shadows and flicked my hips up to meet his cock and he plunged deep inside. Our moans were in time, loud and rising as his rythm began in side of me, my hands grasping harshly at his powerful forearms, my nails barely making an impact on his skin.
He kissed me harshly on my jawbone as I threw my head back, sighs and moans issuing forth. My mind got devilish in an instant and I lowered my hips, pushing at him with my dancer's thighs, his cock lost and his whimpers beginning to come. He tried in vain as I pushed my thighs against him, whimpers and moans and pleading reaching my ears.
Soon, he was giving up and he kissed me and laid his forehead agasint my shoulder. I smiled and wiggled a little before raising my hips, sliding him into me, his energetic sex-grunt was response enough before he began his thrusting once more. I let him continue, nearly losing myself in the roll and bump of it all when once more I dropped my hips, and my thighs went to work.
This time, the struggle was shorter, but when he began to give up, he got even more flustered and his effort was redoubled. His strong hand reached out for my shoulder and I began to tire out, he conquered me with one last push and he had me, his cock even more powerful than it had been before this last tustle.
When he finally was near his final pains, I spoke softly into his ear of how much I wanted him to come, his body pulsing with the power of it. I smiled as he deeply kissed me, tired and fulfilled. I decided then that I loved the Deprivation Game and would use it more often. The passion and strength it ignited was just too much to resist.
I am now just realizing how much I love playing this game, since I havnt in weeks and weeks, but maybe that means it need to be employed very, very soon...
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Monday, March 19, 2007
A Tiny Bed
Gadget far from being an immature man by any stretch of the meaning, has the worlds smallest bed...in the world - or so it seems to me.
It is torture but he has made me realize one thing: even on a tiny bed, he can still make me come like the world is ending.
Even in the dark of night, my flesh remains the same.
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A twin bed, In my opinion, is only usuable for human being up to the age of around...12 or so - if you push it. Unfortunatly for me, Gadget has never gotten this memo about the twin bed age cut off. He owns a twin bed, in fact the twin bed he's always had since childhood if I remember correctly.
Its not enough for him that he owns a house, that he owns a car and makes a significant salary - he must keep this bed.
We've spoken of matress shopping and he agrees that it may be time, but not so long ago, he dropped this idea of purchasing a new bed and the topic has flatlined.
This Sunday we spent the majority of the day at his house in his bedroom, him cleaning and fussing about with things as I cuddled up with his enormous cat and lounged...on the tiny bed. For hours we did various activities not worth explaining and generally being lazy. We had tickets for a show and needed to leave at a certain time but I had been horny and ignored all day long in regards to this carnal need. Exactly at the moment we had to be leaving I pulled him towards me...and the tiny bed...and began kissing me. He laughed amusedly and looked down at me;
You know we have to be going, are you going to assume responsibility for being late?
I nodded and smiled sparklingly.
Are you sure you'll assume responsiblity?
I nodded again and pulled him down to me. Thankfully for me and for him as well, he responds well my being direct sexually and so therefore, he hastened to do me many lascivious favors.
Ive wracked my brain to try and make light of my actual chemistry with Gadget in my writings but its truly impossible (maybe I should make some porn?) but I try to do it justice, though enevitably fail to hit the mark perfectly.
He kissed me once and then fell to the deed with much more passion than he has ever kissed me. His moans were terribly audible and his lips against mine were livid, greedy and rough. His words in my ear literally sang of need,
Oh God baby, I just love to take you down like this, I love to touch you. Oh you feel so good, god damn.
I mumbled back and gripped his shoulder with my fingernails in answer, my leg curling up over his hip and pulling him down harder on my body. My hair fell off the edge of the bed, the ends stroking the tile.
Gadget decided to end his frustrations with my pants and pulled them off, violently throwing them to the ground. Taking advantage of the moment, he pulled his clothes off in what seemed like one movement as I wimpered and wiggled on the bed in anticipation. His body was such heat and weight on mine when he wrapped himself back into me. His hands smoothed down my shoulder to my breasts, his mouth taking a detour to lightly suckle on my nipple, my head falling back and my mouth to open in ecstasy. His
hand made a path down my rib cage, pressing hard at my flesh all the way down to my hip bone before letting his knuckles brush against my moistening kitten in need. His palm then pressed harder agasint that most tender flesh, my arousal growing and on fire. His voice was more hoarse now, more pleading,
Please baby, do you want me to lick you? Do you want me to make you come for me?
All I could do was whimper in response and nod my head, my fingers slipping into my mouth impulsively. He roughly pulled at my thin black cotton panties, ripping one side seam in his fever to take them off. His hand went to my thigh, placing his shoulder under it in preparation, his hands rough and commanding. When his mouthwent around the lips of my kitten, my moan was audilbe from proably miles around. When I looked down at his head with his face pressed so firmly to my cunt, pleasing me, my heart lept, my pulse raced and I knew I was inexorably hooked. My back arched in response to the thrusts of his tongue and just as I was close to my final release, he pulled his rhythm back, much to my chagrin.
I whimpered, until his strong hand went toward my cunt and he slipped a finger inside of me. My body lept and I bit down on my bottom to keep from screaming out. He worked his finger inside me and gently against my g-spot, my heart an overworked engine in my chest.
I whimpered in pain from my need from release and when it finally came, I gripped so hard on the sheet of the bed that I snapped a nail off and my eyes were seeing colors beneath their moist, closed lids. I moaned in pain and ecstasy as I bucked still on the bed in aftershocks, his tongue still gently plying my clit with suttle licks.
I reached down and stroked his head and when he knelt next to me, his cock was red, hard and pulsing ever so gently. I pulled up on my tank top as he touched himself his grip on himself firm and when his unique rhytmn began I moaned and spoke softly to him to quicken the process. My own body was still experiencing my orgasm as he spilled his out onto my hips, his body arching in relief.
I smiled in a pained post-orgasm fashion as he kissed me, as he gently wiped his cum from my skin. It seems sexual escapades always awaken a realization in me.
This realization was that even if you have somewhere to be, its better to be late and flushed from an outrageous orgasm than be on time anyday.
It is torture but he has made me realize one thing: even on a tiny bed, he can still make me come like the world is ending.
Even in the dark of night, my flesh remains the same.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
A twin bed, In my opinion, is only usuable for human being up to the age of around...12 or so - if you push it. Unfortunatly for me, Gadget has never gotten this memo about the twin bed age cut off. He owns a twin bed, in fact the twin bed he's always had since childhood if I remember correctly.
Its not enough for him that he owns a house, that he owns a car and makes a significant salary - he must keep this bed.
We've spoken of matress shopping and he agrees that it may be time, but not so long ago, he dropped this idea of purchasing a new bed and the topic has flatlined.
This Sunday we spent the majority of the day at his house in his bedroom, him cleaning and fussing about with things as I cuddled up with his enormous cat and lounged...on the tiny bed. For hours we did various activities not worth explaining and generally being lazy. We had tickets for a show and needed to leave at a certain time but I had been horny and ignored all day long in regards to this carnal need. Exactly at the moment we had to be leaving I pulled him towards me...and the tiny bed...and began kissing me. He laughed amusedly and looked down at me;
You know we have to be going, are you going to assume responsibility for being late?
I nodded and smiled sparklingly.
Are you sure you'll assume responsiblity?
I nodded again and pulled him down to me. Thankfully for me and for him as well, he responds well my being direct sexually and so therefore, he hastened to do me many lascivious favors.
Ive wracked my brain to try and make light of my actual chemistry with Gadget in my writings but its truly impossible (maybe I should make some porn?) but I try to do it justice, though enevitably fail to hit the mark perfectly.
He kissed me once and then fell to the deed with much more passion than he has ever kissed me. His moans were terribly audible and his lips against mine were livid, greedy and rough. His words in my ear literally sang of need,
Oh God baby, I just love to take you down like this, I love to touch you. Oh you feel so good, god damn.
I mumbled back and gripped his shoulder with my fingernails in answer, my leg curling up over his hip and pulling him down harder on my body. My hair fell off the edge of the bed, the ends stroking the tile.
Gadget decided to end his frustrations with my pants and pulled them off, violently throwing them to the ground. Taking advantage of the moment, he pulled his clothes off in what seemed like one movement as I wimpered and wiggled on the bed in anticipation. His body was such heat and weight on mine when he wrapped himself back into me. His hands smoothed down my shoulder to my breasts, his mouth taking a detour to lightly suckle on my nipple, my head falling back and my mouth to open in ecstasy. His
hand made a path down my rib cage, pressing hard at my flesh all the way down to my hip bone before letting his knuckles brush against my moistening kitten in need. His palm then pressed harder agasint that most tender flesh, my arousal growing and on fire. His voice was more hoarse now, more pleading,
Please baby, do you want me to lick you? Do you want me to make you come for me?
All I could do was whimper in response and nod my head, my fingers slipping into my mouth impulsively. He roughly pulled at my thin black cotton panties, ripping one side seam in his fever to take them off. His hand went to my thigh, placing his shoulder under it in preparation, his hands rough and commanding. When his mouthwent around the lips of my kitten, my moan was audilbe from proably miles around. When I looked down at his head with his face pressed so firmly to my cunt, pleasing me, my heart lept, my pulse raced and I knew I was inexorably hooked. My back arched in response to the thrusts of his tongue and just as I was close to my final release, he pulled his rhythm back, much to my chagrin.
I whimpered, until his strong hand went toward my cunt and he slipped a finger inside of me. My body lept and I bit down on my bottom to keep from screaming out. He worked his finger inside me and gently against my g-spot, my heart an overworked engine in my chest.
I whimpered in pain from my need from release and when it finally came, I gripped so hard on the sheet of the bed that I snapped a nail off and my eyes were seeing colors beneath their moist, closed lids. I moaned in pain and ecstasy as I bucked still on the bed in aftershocks, his tongue still gently plying my clit with suttle licks.
I reached down and stroked his head and when he knelt next to me, his cock was red, hard and pulsing ever so gently. I pulled up on my tank top as he touched himself his grip on himself firm and when his unique rhytmn began I moaned and spoke softly to him to quicken the process. My own body was still experiencing my orgasm as he spilled his out onto my hips, his body arching in relief.
I smiled in a pained post-orgasm fashion as he kissed me, as he gently wiped his cum from my skin. It seems sexual escapades always awaken a realization in me.
This realization was that even if you have somewhere to be, its better to be late and flushed from an outrageous orgasm than be on time anyday.
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Sugasm #71
The votes are in kiddies! Sugasm #71 came out today, so heres the top three...and me!
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Roué (http://www.easilyaroused.co.uk)
“Her sighs of contentment build as my touch does its work.”
Wrong Number (http://radicalvixen.com/blog)
“They said clients were trying to call me and getting this restaurant instead.”
Ride to the Cabin (http://eroticawriter.blogspot.com)
“As he pulled into a dark lane that led into a grove of trees, I reached over to stroke him.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Loveland (http://sugarbank.com)
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Your hair (http://erotischism.blogspot.com)
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This Week’s Picks
Roué (http://www.easilyaroused.co.uk)
“Her sighs of contentment build as my touch does its work.”
Wrong Number (http://radicalvixen.com/blog)
“They said clients were trying to call me and getting this restaurant instead.”
Ride to the Cabin (http://eroticawriter.blogspot.com)
“As he pulled into a dark lane that led into a grove of trees, I reached over to stroke him.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Loveland (http://sugarbank.com)
Editor’s Choice
Your hair (http://erotischism.blogspot.com)
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The Desperate Tango (http://femmefataleteen.blogspot.com)
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Monday, March 12, 2007
The Desperate Tango
I think it goes without saying that when one thinks of sexy ballroom dances like Tango and then one thinks of sex, it seems like a very deliberate combination.
Maybe when you actually live a combination like that you realize it truly isn’t and is more of a perfect marriage of dances both sensual and sexual.
A glowstick shoved into the laces of a corset can provide the perfect visual aid for those after-dark activities.
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Damon was a ballroom instructor at the dance studio near our country club when I was just nearly turned 17. He was unattainable the way the Charming Prince is in Cinderella and just as dashing and swoon inducing. He was nearly 40 with one of those angular faces and dark auburn hair that he oiled back over his head. He always wore white linen shirts and black pants, the line of his body showing a lightly muscled physique.
I was taking lessons in general ballroom technique and dance just as a past time after finishing high school and as a way to boost my internal feelings of my sensuality and accomplishment in that realm.
My love of Tango was inspired by the way his body moved across the dance floor, another woman’s body entranced by his own as he lead her though the steps and sensual body movements like an entranced slave. I signed up for the intense three hour class for Tango and Latin. I was in a panic in the last five minutes I had before I needed to leave for the class and my hands grasped at the arms of the armchair as my ankles encased in their delicate straps of my dance heels, twined in tension. As I stood to leave I imagined what his body would feel like next to mine, his strong hands controlling me. My breath left me as a heavy sigh.
There were only five students plus Damon at the class, two men and three women – perfect. We lulled around, dancing lightly with each partner to warm up, the more simple dances we knew like the Meringue and the Box Step to make our muscles more limber and ready for the dance. When at last I reached Damon, he held me apart from him formally as we warmed up, our eyes never really meeting, but the tension of my apprehension fueling a tightness to my body. We broke apart and I set myself to wiggling my ankles around in annoyance.
He made us go into reel exercises across the floor and back. My back was straight as a pin as I danced the repetitive reels and threw in spins at the last minute, my smile bright and welcoming as I looked over to him – he was actually looking at me this time. I caught something in his seemingly cold eyes as he saw my body in the form of his appeal; dance. I felt something that I needed to kindle.
The weeks went by, one by one as we had practice and learned more and more, my need growing by the practice, by the step. I caught him more and more looking at me, looking down into my eyes as he held me in the dance. He held me tighter than the other girls, he let the friction of our passing moves become a little more actual and his hand meandered skillfully out of bounds of simply the allowances of the dance. I liked it and he knew I did; but most of all – he liked it.
The sixth week during reels I slipped on my skirt hem and fell down on one knee, tiny tears springing from my eyes when my body realized the pain. Damon rushed to me and assured my safety first by word and then by lifting my hem and dropping it so that it slid down my thigh, nearly revealing my panties. He looked at my knee, wiping the few drops of blood from it, before slowly bending his face to kiss the skin near it. His eyes followed the line of my inner knee all the way down to my inner thigh, his grip on my underside of my calf growing tighter. Only after he realized the entirety of our class was staring at us and our interactions did he gently help me up and return to normal teaching. The light in his eyes was especially fiery the rest of the night and his gaze was penetrating.
I lingered that night after class, slowly slipping off my dance heels and massaging my insteps as I delicately watched him from across the room saying farewells from my fellow classmates on their meandering way out. His face brightened from soft fatigue to happiness as he say me sitting, still waiting…for him it seemed. His steps echoed as she walked across the wood dance floor center of the studio,
So, I see you just cant get enough of this place.
His smile was captivating.
Oh well, the three hours just isn’t enough chance to stare at myself in the mirror.
I laughed at myself for my bravery in such a comment and luckily he laughed with me. My eyes glittered I knew as I continued on my fearless streak,
You know, I’m feeling timid about the spins in the very center of the dance, theyre so important but I always seem to start giggling right when its supposed to be all about sensuality and movement.
He smiled as I pouted my lips in faux regret,
Well I’m not quite drop dead tired yet so let me take you for a little dance and fix that issue with the giggling.
He held out his hand expectantly when I dropped my gaze to my now naked feet and pouted once more and went to fixing them back on when he came closer and knelt to do it for me. His hands were so warm as he took my heel in his hand and slipped the little heel onto it, his fingers so nimble with the straps. Trills of warmth spread up my legs and deep into me as I realized our physical proximity. I really was hopelessly enthralled.
He stood and smiled as he once more held out his hand to me. I took it gingerly as he led me across the room and flicked the stereo on and took me out into the center of the floor. Now that there was no one in the room to see me, it seemed easier for me to dance the way I really wanted to; with no restraint.
Damon’s hands guided around me as I looked up into his eyes and felt his grasp get tighter and more commanding as he in turn looked down at me. The queue in the music began and we took the steps necessary and this time it wasn’t jut a dance, it was a sort of ritual. He spoke to me softly and close to my ear, never missing a step,
So the spins come in about 20 counts and I want you to be ready. Look into my eyes, feel my hands on you, feel sensation and you’ll understand the meaning of it.
I nearly swooned as I did crosses over his ankles with my feet, heels tapping sharply, looking straight into his eyes and his hands twisting my hips to make it all one movement in harmony. The spins worked marvelously, his palm sliding from my shoulder down to the upper part of my ass, with each revolution, my head snapping back to meet his eyes to halt the dizziness. I bit my lips as we bent into a slide and his leg went between my legs as I lent back into him, but this time I slid too close to his body, ground just a little too hard and wet my lips as I looked up at him, my hand clenching his.
The power of the moment got to us and our lips met in fire as the music continues around us, the notes going undanced as he kissed me. His hands slid from their positions to my upper back, his strong arms clenching me to him as he pulled us to an upright position. His hands went to my hair, his fingers knocking out the decorate combs, my hair spilling around our faces like a curtain. He sighed as he pulled from the kiss and pressed the side of his face to fine, his lips near my ear to whisper,
Oh god, what is this? I shouldn’t be indulging myself in this. Tell me something to alleviate my fears or either entice me to forget them.
His hands smoothed down my back, holding me tight as I replied,
Teach me another dance, teacher. Take me.
He nearly roared as he pressed another kiss to my lips, his hands impossibly strong on my body. His one hand reached down behind me and ripped the button open and let my long black wispy skirt fall to the floor. He moaned as he looked at the mirror wall, seeing my ass wrapped in French cut black panties and my curved legs ending in delicate heels. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the stairway that led to his office upstairs, a veritable panic in his step.
He embraced me after we reached the office and he had briskly slammed the door. He ripped at the buttons on my black collared shirt, revealing my breasts wrapped in a black lace demi cup bra, my nipples beginning to become visible. He spun me with a dancers grace and bent me over the arm of the velvet couch, his hands deeply massaging my ass. I knew what was coming when I felt the first heated blasts of his hand against my flesh. The sound of it like music to my ears,
Yes, please punish me instructor. Oh God and fuck…
And yes, I did scream the word fuck...right after the word God….I know.
He dropped to his knees and began to kiss my punished red ass and had the opportunity to pull down my panties. I swiveled and sat back on the arm of the couch, my legs spread and my kitten glistening before him. It was such a sexy mind-fuck to see him edge forward on his knees and kiss the inside of my thigh like a man praying. My soul all but left my body when I heard him exclaim at the wetness of my kitten when his tongue touched it. His fingers dug into my thighs as they gripped, his mouth around me, his tongue working inside the intimate folds of me. I felt that dig of warmth deep in my stomach and knew the rapture was close and rolling ever nearer. My small hand gripped at his head, pulling his closer, his tongue rapidly circling my clit and his hands sliding over my thighs. As I was just about to come, he slid his finger deep in side of my kitten. My back arched painfully as I fell back over the arm of the couch, my hips bucking hard against his face as he continued to hold me down and lap away at my now dripping kitten.
He playfully looked into my eyes as he stood, His hands diligently at his fly, working his buttons open. A he let his pants fall I was rewarded with a spectacular view of his huge, rock hard cock before me. I sat up, my mouth agape in wonder and once more my libido was stirred.
When women say size doesn’t matter it is because of one of a few reasons; One being that they don’t give a shit about how good a fuck is. Two being that they have no idea what in the fuck they are speaking of. And finally, three being that they like a tiny penis or are afraid of a large penis – both are included in the same category. Though I wish it were true, size AND skill are included and both must be used to the height of their potential to have an out of this world roll in the hay.
And that’s my final word on that.
My hand went around his cock as I evaluated his size and girth, both putting me in a fuck-frenzy. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and gently let my tongue tease his before completely engulfing the head with my wet mouth. I slid his cock deeper into my mouth as I whimpered with lust and he moaned with ecstasy. After I had mouth fucked him a few times his sexual rage pushed him to pull out and try his assault on me.
He grabbed me harshly and in one movement he had ripped me naked of my bra. My breasts felt the air on them and at once the nipples tightened, ensighting a small whimper from me. As he roughly grabbed one tit, he sucked at the nipple of the other, my head falling back in pleasure as his ministrations stoked the fire inside of me higher and higher. At last I believe he had had enough and wrapped his arms around me, his cock impaling me in one quick movement, my cunt stretched tight over his swollen prick. My nails dug into his back as he thrust deep into me, my moans filling the room with their sound.
In one surprising movement just as the rhythmn was getting good and grinding, he pulled out and had turned me around and bent me over, his cock slamming into my kitten from behind. He fucked me hard like a punishment and when my moaning got too incredibly loud to even be realistic, his strong hand covered my mouth. He held onto my hip and slammed in and out of me, his hand covering my mouth. Talk about hot. He fucked me in this constant movement for just a few moment more before removing his hand, much to my unhappiness.
He began speaking to me and that was much better than the discipline of my moans being muffled;
Oh god, tell me, am I doing a good job fucking you? Hmm? Do you like it?
I moaned out loud at this and my response was only an exaggerated moan and strong nodding of my head. I whimpered as he continued to slam into me. His voice was more strangled now;
Do you like that I take total command of your body? Do you like that I’m using you?
I screamed out; Yes! Yes, I do. Please use me.
I whimpered loud into my own hand as I felt the death throes of his cock, his orgasm like and earthquake shuddering behind and into me. At that, he pulled me down with him onto the floor, his arms wrapping protectively around me. His breathing was heavy and pounding in my neck, he muttered nearly unintelligible words as he stroked my belly with his powerful hand.
He fell asleep sometime later and I used it as an opportunity to slip out of his embrace and stand to get dressed and sneak out. Before I left, I dropped the blanket from the couch over him, admiring his tight muscled body before I did so. I skipped softly down the stairs and grabbed up my bag in a swift movement before slipping out the door, the slam of it surely waking him from his slumber.
I laughed and hummed to myself as I walked away.
Why are conquests always so much fun? Maybe because they think you’re the main prize when really it’s the reverse. Maybe that’s it.
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Maybe when you actually live a combination like that you realize it truly isn’t and is more of a perfect marriage of dances both sensual and sexual.
A glowstick shoved into the laces of a corset can provide the perfect visual aid for those after-dark activities.-----------------------------------------------------------
Damon was a ballroom instructor at the dance studio near our country club when I was just nearly turned 17. He was unattainable the way the Charming Prince is in Cinderella and just as dashing and swoon inducing. He was nearly 40 with one of those angular faces and dark auburn hair that he oiled back over his head. He always wore white linen shirts and black pants, the line of his body showing a lightly muscled physique.
I was taking lessons in general ballroom technique and dance just as a past time after finishing high school and as a way to boost my internal feelings of my sensuality and accomplishment in that realm.
My love of Tango was inspired by the way his body moved across the dance floor, another woman’s body entranced by his own as he lead her though the steps and sensual body movements like an entranced slave. I signed up for the intense three hour class for Tango and Latin. I was in a panic in the last five minutes I had before I needed to leave for the class and my hands grasped at the arms of the armchair as my ankles encased in their delicate straps of my dance heels, twined in tension. As I stood to leave I imagined what his body would feel like next to mine, his strong hands controlling me. My breath left me as a heavy sigh.
There were only five students plus Damon at the class, two men and three women – perfect. We lulled around, dancing lightly with each partner to warm up, the more simple dances we knew like the Meringue and the Box Step to make our muscles more limber and ready for the dance. When at last I reached Damon, he held me apart from him formally as we warmed up, our eyes never really meeting, but the tension of my apprehension fueling a tightness to my body. We broke apart and I set myself to wiggling my ankles around in annoyance.
He made us go into reel exercises across the floor and back. My back was straight as a pin as I danced the repetitive reels and threw in spins at the last minute, my smile bright and welcoming as I looked over to him – he was actually looking at me this time. I caught something in his seemingly cold eyes as he saw my body in the form of his appeal; dance. I felt something that I needed to kindle.
The weeks went by, one by one as we had practice and learned more and more, my need growing by the practice, by the step. I caught him more and more looking at me, looking down into my eyes as he held me in the dance. He held me tighter than the other girls, he let the friction of our passing moves become a little more actual and his hand meandered skillfully out of bounds of simply the allowances of the dance. I liked it and he knew I did; but most of all – he liked it.
The sixth week during reels I slipped on my skirt hem and fell down on one knee, tiny tears springing from my eyes when my body realized the pain. Damon rushed to me and assured my safety first by word and then by lifting my hem and dropping it so that it slid down my thigh, nearly revealing my panties. He looked at my knee, wiping the few drops of blood from it, before slowly bending his face to kiss the skin near it. His eyes followed the line of my inner knee all the way down to my inner thigh, his grip on my underside of my calf growing tighter. Only after he realized the entirety of our class was staring at us and our interactions did he gently help me up and return to normal teaching. The light in his eyes was especially fiery the rest of the night and his gaze was penetrating.
I lingered that night after class, slowly slipping off my dance heels and massaging my insteps as I delicately watched him from across the room saying farewells from my fellow classmates on their meandering way out. His face brightened from soft fatigue to happiness as he say me sitting, still waiting…for him it seemed. His steps echoed as she walked across the wood dance floor center of the studio,
So, I see you just cant get enough of this place.
His smile was captivating.
Oh well, the three hours just isn’t enough chance to stare at myself in the mirror.
I laughed at myself for my bravery in such a comment and luckily he laughed with me. My eyes glittered I knew as I continued on my fearless streak,
You know, I’m feeling timid about the spins in the very center of the dance, theyre so important but I always seem to start giggling right when its supposed to be all about sensuality and movement.
He smiled as I pouted my lips in faux regret,
Well I’m not quite drop dead tired yet so let me take you for a little dance and fix that issue with the giggling.
He held out his hand expectantly when I dropped my gaze to my now naked feet and pouted once more and went to fixing them back on when he came closer and knelt to do it for me. His hands were so warm as he took my heel in his hand and slipped the little heel onto it, his fingers so nimble with the straps. Trills of warmth spread up my legs and deep into me as I realized our physical proximity. I really was hopelessly enthralled.
He stood and smiled as he once more held out his hand to me. I took it gingerly as he led me across the room and flicked the stereo on and took me out into the center of the floor. Now that there was no one in the room to see me, it seemed easier for me to dance the way I really wanted to; with no restraint.
Damon’s hands guided around me as I looked up into his eyes and felt his grasp get tighter and more commanding as he in turn looked down at me. The queue in the music began and we took the steps necessary and this time it wasn’t jut a dance, it was a sort of ritual. He spoke to me softly and close to my ear, never missing a step,
So the spins come in about 20 counts and I want you to be ready. Look into my eyes, feel my hands on you, feel sensation and you’ll understand the meaning of it.
I nearly swooned as I did crosses over his ankles with my feet, heels tapping sharply, looking straight into his eyes and his hands twisting my hips to make it all one movement in harmony. The spins worked marvelously, his palm sliding from my shoulder down to the upper part of my ass, with each revolution, my head snapping back to meet his eyes to halt the dizziness. I bit my lips as we bent into a slide and his leg went between my legs as I lent back into him, but this time I slid too close to his body, ground just a little too hard and wet my lips as I looked up at him, my hand clenching his.
The power of the moment got to us and our lips met in fire as the music continues around us, the notes going undanced as he kissed me. His hands slid from their positions to my upper back, his strong arms clenching me to him as he pulled us to an upright position. His hands went to my hair, his fingers knocking out the decorate combs, my hair spilling around our faces like a curtain. He sighed as he pulled from the kiss and pressed the side of his face to fine, his lips near my ear to whisper,
Oh god, what is this? I shouldn’t be indulging myself in this. Tell me something to alleviate my fears or either entice me to forget them.
His hands smoothed down my back, holding me tight as I replied,
Teach me another dance, teacher. Take me.
He nearly roared as he pressed another kiss to my lips, his hands impossibly strong on my body. His one hand reached down behind me and ripped the button open and let my long black wispy skirt fall to the floor. He moaned as he looked at the mirror wall, seeing my ass wrapped in French cut black panties and my curved legs ending in delicate heels. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the stairway that led to his office upstairs, a veritable panic in his step.
He embraced me after we reached the office and he had briskly slammed the door. He ripped at the buttons on my black collared shirt, revealing my breasts wrapped in a black lace demi cup bra, my nipples beginning to become visible. He spun me with a dancers grace and bent me over the arm of the velvet couch, his hands deeply massaging my ass. I knew what was coming when I felt the first heated blasts of his hand against my flesh. The sound of it like music to my ears,
Yes, please punish me instructor. Oh God and fuck…
And yes, I did scream the word fuck...right after the word God….I know.
He dropped to his knees and began to kiss my punished red ass and had the opportunity to pull down my panties. I swiveled and sat back on the arm of the couch, my legs spread and my kitten glistening before him. It was such a sexy mind-fuck to see him edge forward on his knees and kiss the inside of my thigh like a man praying. My soul all but left my body when I heard him exclaim at the wetness of my kitten when his tongue touched it. His fingers dug into my thighs as they gripped, his mouth around me, his tongue working inside the intimate folds of me. I felt that dig of warmth deep in my stomach and knew the rapture was close and rolling ever nearer. My small hand gripped at his head, pulling his closer, his tongue rapidly circling my clit and his hands sliding over my thighs. As I was just about to come, he slid his finger deep in side of my kitten. My back arched painfully as I fell back over the arm of the couch, my hips bucking hard against his face as he continued to hold me down and lap away at my now dripping kitten.
He playfully looked into my eyes as he stood, His hands diligently at his fly, working his buttons open. A he let his pants fall I was rewarded with a spectacular view of his huge, rock hard cock before me. I sat up, my mouth agape in wonder and once more my libido was stirred.
When women say size doesn’t matter it is because of one of a few reasons; One being that they don’t give a shit about how good a fuck is. Two being that they have no idea what in the fuck they are speaking of. And finally, three being that they like a tiny penis or are afraid of a large penis – both are included in the same category. Though I wish it were true, size AND skill are included and both must be used to the height of their potential to have an out of this world roll in the hay.
And that’s my final word on that.
My hand went around his cock as I evaluated his size and girth, both putting me in a fuck-frenzy. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and gently let my tongue tease his before completely engulfing the head with my wet mouth. I slid his cock deeper into my mouth as I whimpered with lust and he moaned with ecstasy. After I had mouth fucked him a few times his sexual rage pushed him to pull out and try his assault on me.
He grabbed me harshly and in one movement he had ripped me naked of my bra. My breasts felt the air on them and at once the nipples tightened, ensighting a small whimper from me. As he roughly grabbed one tit, he sucked at the nipple of the other, my head falling back in pleasure as his ministrations stoked the fire inside of me higher and higher. At last I believe he had had enough and wrapped his arms around me, his cock impaling me in one quick movement, my cunt stretched tight over his swollen prick. My nails dug into his back as he thrust deep into me, my moans filling the room with their sound.
In one surprising movement just as the rhythmn was getting good and grinding, he pulled out and had turned me around and bent me over, his cock slamming into my kitten from behind. He fucked me hard like a punishment and when my moaning got too incredibly loud to even be realistic, his strong hand covered my mouth. He held onto my hip and slammed in and out of me, his hand covering my mouth. Talk about hot. He fucked me in this constant movement for just a few moment more before removing his hand, much to my unhappiness.
He began speaking to me and that was much better than the discipline of my moans being muffled;
Oh god, tell me, am I doing a good job fucking you? Hmm? Do you like it?
I moaned out loud at this and my response was only an exaggerated moan and strong nodding of my head. I whimpered as he continued to slam into me. His voice was more strangled now;
Do you like that I take total command of your body? Do you like that I’m using you?
I screamed out; Yes! Yes, I do. Please use me.
I whimpered loud into my own hand as I felt the death throes of his cock, his orgasm like and earthquake shuddering behind and into me. At that, he pulled me down with him onto the floor, his arms wrapping protectively around me. His breathing was heavy and pounding in my neck, he muttered nearly unintelligible words as he stroked my belly with his powerful hand.
He fell asleep sometime later and I used it as an opportunity to slip out of his embrace and stand to get dressed and sneak out. Before I left, I dropped the blanket from the couch over him, admiring his tight muscled body before I did so. I skipped softly down the stairs and grabbed up my bag in a swift movement before slipping out the door, the slam of it surely waking him from his slumber.
I laughed and hummed to myself as I walked away.
Why are conquests always so much fun? Maybe because they think you’re the main prize when really it’s the reverse. Maybe that’s it.
I cant believe I didnt think of this sooner, but: Heres an update for you - two weeks ago, I turned 19. I know....scary. So, Happy Birthday to me (though I dont want to get any older).
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