Forbidden Words: Money, Regret Extra Credit: Tell us if you’ve ever paid for sex, on-line or off Bonus Words: 50 if you make her barely legal, barely My friend glanced up, my unfettered cock rising at the sight that befell my eyes. “Looks like you’re ready for me?” “Yeah,” I muttered, my heart pounding as …
I wanted him; I wanted to taste him and experience the flavours of his cum sliding over my tongue. And I wanted to bring a friend to orgasm; to feel that bond of friendship tightened by the enjoyment of mutual bisexuality.
“Slovakian girls are even better,” she promised to him, causing his mouth to drool slightly. “We amazing … for a hundred pound each, I show you two hours of heaven. I’ll be two minutes.” She slid from her seat at our table and tottered to the toilets.
She thought I’d leave her if she cheated. I signed my first submissive slave contract that day to renounce any claims of adultery. She met an acquaintance later that week, tied me to the chair to listen from another room as her anonymous lover fucked her wildly and noisily for what felt like hours. Her screams and cries, punctured by loud orgasms and desperate wails drove my imagination wild as my ears strained, anxious to hear every last detail from their tryst.
I may have been her first kiss at twelve, but the young naturist had had many lovers since that moment on the school trip to the butterfly sanctuary: her kaleidoscopic hair was a magnet to the winged creatures then, our tentative kisses broken by the fluttering of wings on her hair.
SinfulSunday for 26-27 July 2014
This was part of their football matchday now: play football, lose, give blowjobs. They knew nothing else.
Our captain slid his shorts to one side. The loser’s eyes widened as the cock bobbed in front of him, moving forward to kiss the tip. “You’re such a fucking slut,” one of his team-mates called. “Suck it!”
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Although, I enjoyed it too. Deprived of my senses and liberty as man after man took turns in me, pushing their thick cocks into my tingling pussy and pounding me to orgasm after orgasm.
I stepped back and watched the cum dripping from her cunt; she looked disgustingly sexy. “Go home.” She glared for a moment at me. “And I hope you have learned your lesson!”
5. What will ruin a relationship for you?
Broken trust: lies and psychological games are the biggest turn-off for me. I can’t abide them.
But most of all, I see. See the trembling orgasm, the long breaths and the clenched fist. See the relief on your face as you redouble your efforts on your friend, forcing me to watch her explode into a million pieces of sheer orgasmic delight.
When using the Aura, I felt full; the electrical sensations vibrated the senses and drove a deep tingling into the skin. My prostate certainly enjoyed the toy, and unlike the Stubby I can honestly say that the Aura will be used again and again. It’s a big improvement over the Stubby and definitely addresses the shortcomings with the original bi-polar dildo.
The crowd wanted action, and behind us the losing players entered the field of play. Many were shirtless, accepting the cool breeze of a late September afternoon. Their goalkeeper was naked, his large cock swinging as he walked towards the mats. I think he wanted to show off his masculinity, to try and salvage some pride from his well endowed prick.
Sinful Sunday for 19/20 July 2014
I loved those couples, his hand exposing her bare skin to the sky, caressing her tender bosom as I showered them with purple blossom. She would slide down his body, slowly kissing every inch of the bare-chested warrior. His trousers were a trivial obstacle, his underwear even less so, as her luscious tongue swept up and down his erect shaft. And then, as they sought to consummate their love, she would straddle his wood: firm and hard like my branches, but bringing her undeniable pleasure as she rode him to a guttural climax.
Those passionate meetings made me fly. While Albert rarely wanted sex, my lovers wanted it all the time. I was the tart of Tottenham, the harlot of Harringay and the strumpet of Southgate. Renowned for miles around, I was stealing more virginities than bikesheds and roller discos.
It was a meat market. There was no consideration as to whom they were going to select, just a bawdy scream of cries from the crowd of horny men. All they wanted was holes; that’s all we were to them, a couple of orifices to bring them guilty pleasure. To boost their ego and to feel the consequences of their victory.
“Sure. But if I win you go down on me.”
“What? All three inches of it.” A low blow, Paula. A very low blow. “OK. But when I win, you go down on any guy I choose.” She waited for a few moments. “You can even do it in my bed, with my lube and I’ll record it for you.”
So, in conclusion, we enjoyed playing with the candle. We still have much of it left, and the candle provided an incredible amount of lubrication for our use. Looking at the container, we still have several more massages to look forward to, and at around £20 per candle it represents good value.
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So O2Wifi think they know better than me, want to protect me and all that malarkey, but they don’t know that most sites on the net can be accessed from both HTTPS and HTTP protocols. Seriously, guys: the only thing worse than censorship is incompetent censorship.
One week to pass the law: no debate, nothing. One week to pass powers that the European Convention on Human Rights have already ruled as unlawful. One week to offend our democracy.
In truth, I wanted him to. The confused squeals and unmistakeable grunts from the room piqued my curiosity. I could never admit it to my team-mates, but at that moment I was intrigued as to what buggery would feel like. I needed to know.
But a lot of my words are written to stimulate. Sure, I like to weave in some of my twisted humour into my work, but what I write is to provoke you, my readers. And erotic writing is intended to cause blood to flow liberally to the nether regions.
SinfulSunday for 12-13 July 2014
But the words disappeared as I saw her. The naked brunette, leaning against the cabin door, pouting provocatively as two naked men entered the plane. “This is Annette.”
“Are we horny?” She needlessly asked, tracing her long finger from my forehead, down my nose and torso. A little flick of my cock made me squeal; I needed a couple of deep breaths as every touch swamped my senses with arousal.
Last week, I asked a number of sex writers and bloggers to complete a Myers-Briggs Personality Test and provide me with the result. I wanted to see if there was any commonality in the personality of the people who were attracted to writing about sex or were comfortable with sharing their sex lives. This train …