| The Wanted Ad Part XV |
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| 06:02pm 12/10/2008 |
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Oh man! I'm really sorry that I haven't been posting for. . . about a month. Oops. . . the chapter on my journal (not this one) was giving me problems (you'll see why when you read it) so I ended up leaving it alone for a while until I could finish it. Too bad. . . I was really hoping to have 100 friends by the end of October. .. guess I shot myself in the foot.
In other news um. . . my family found out I write porn. . . Don't leave notes unattended I guess. Even if they're folded up and in a private place.
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| The Playpen |
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| 04:47pm 06/10/2008 |
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Hello everyone my name is Barbie Blow and I work with a sexy bitch named Seductive Scarlett. Together we are the girls of The Playpen. Every week we write one erotic story and one more educational, but still sexy article. We are trying to advertise our journal to make sure we satisfy our readers and get as much feedback as possible.
If you love sex go check us out. Our first journal post is going to be tomorrow so add us now! |
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| 08:49pm 02/10/2008 |
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I didn't really start this journal to meet people in real life, but when I got her email, I started thinking about it.
She was 23. A normal college girl… Not too much experience with sex, but she was a closet pervert, or so she told me. Her friends thought she was kind of conservative: she'd only slept with 3 guys before, two of them boyfriends and one a drunken one night stand.
She'd been a little too shy and too intimidated to bring up her more far-out side with anyone.
But she wrote about it to me, felt comfortable bringing it up because we were anonymous. She told me how she'd play with herself at night to fantasies of faceless men tying her up and ravishing her. She said she wanted a commanding figure to take charge of her sexually, treat her like a wanton slut, a horny little fuck-toy to be rammed hard, with no apology, drama, strings or regret. She wanted to be a sex slave, at the mercy of her strict master. She wrote that she'd never done anything like that in real life, but she was starting to think she wanted to give it a try.
"Well, what's stopping you? Why don't I fly out there?" I wrote to her, never thinking she'd take the offer of a random internet stranger seriously.
But she did.
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We arranged the meeting without even a single phone call. I was going to meet her in room 12 of the Holiday Inn by her school on Saturday. I told her she was to check in as Mrs. Smith, strip down to her sexiest bra and panties and lie on the bed, blindfolded and waiting for me.
So, I'm flying in, and my cock is hard for the entire plane trip, but I'm also having second thoughts. I didn't think she'd go through with it, and I'd never even seen a picture of this girl. I've never spoken to her, either.
For all I know she's yanking my chain and isn't going to show up, or she's a guy or something. But still, just from her steamy emails, I wanted her very, very badly, and the thought of a woman with the same fantasies I have letting me go totally wild with her in a motel room was worth the gamble--That's a pretty big payoff.
I didn't even care what she looked like, honestly, it wasn't about that. It was just two equally perverted people trying something new.
I'm hiding my hard-on with a briefcase by the time I get to the front desk of the motel.. The desk clerk tells me Mrs. Smith is checked into the right room, that she’s expecting me. Shit, this looks like it might really happen. I go up to the door. It's unlocked. I'm ready to make an escape if there's a serial killer on the other side of the door, but I push it open, trying to keep perfectly silent.
The sunlight filters into the room, and she's lying there on the bed, just like I'd told her to, wearing a couple scraps of black satin and a blindfold. She's been totally honest about how she looks. This isn't a porn magazine, so she's not a supermodel, but she's definitely cute. A regular-looking college girl, dirty blonde curly hair, a little flesh on her bones, generous hips, a good-size rack. She’s succulent. I slam the door hard and she starts, reaching for the blindfold.
"Leave it on," I say, doing my best impression of commanding dom. “Put both hands down and spread your legs, knees up, and feet on the bed."
It works. Her hands are shaking as she slowly lowers them to her sides and puts her knees in the air, pelvis tilted up wantonly. She's breathing heavily, half excitement and half fear, I think. I walk around her slowly, checking out her pale, fleshy body… very nice.
Her round full breasts are heaving under her satin bra, and she’s licking her full, red lips nervously.
I reach down to touch her belly and she flinches, then relaxes. I feel her warm flesh tense, but I keep on tickling her belly, tracing small circles around and around.
She's breathing a little faster now, then a sharp intake of breath as I touch her inner thigh. Her legs spread a little wider as I trace up her thighs with my finger tips, sitting on the still-made bed and leaning into her panty covered crotch.
This is going to be a fun afternoon,. I think to myself.
I lean in and inhale the scent of her sweet pussy... it practically makes me dizzy...
“You will do very, very nicely,” I say.
“Thank you,” She says.
I slap the inside of her thigh, hard, and she startles, but keeps her legs spread wide for me.
"Address me as 'sir.'" I say menacingly, hoping this isn't too much and she won't be scared away.
"Yes, sir," she says, a little embarrassed.
“That’s a good little slave…” I say as I continue to gently run my hands all over her body, from her soft thighs to her round tits. I feel her breathing getting heavier as I cup her breast. Feel her nipples harden under my fingers.
Suddenly, I reach up and grasp her panties. Pull them off violently, , exposing her well-trimmed bush and glistening slit to me. She gasps, suddenly exposed, and starts to close her legs. I stop her. I hold them open...
"You'll keep your legs spread for me. Do you hear?"
She nods slowly. “Yes, sir.”
I touch her pussy lips lightly, tracing up her shiny, wet slit. Her lips are swollen and she tilts her pelvis up towards me. She gasps as I very lightly touch her clit, running my fingers around it in circles, in rhythm.
"You like it, don't you?" I whisper. "You want me to keep touching you, don't you?" I say.
"Yes, sir, please..." She says.
"You'll have to earn it, slave." I say sharply, moving away from her. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Now."
She does it, instantly hanging her wet, pink tongue out of her mouth.
I move away from the bed, leaving her there, blindfolded, spread legged, in only a bra, her tongue hanging out, and quickly strip off my clothes. My big cock is at full attention, throbbing slightly for her, and I straddle her neck and gently put the tip against her tongue, holding my bulging dick with my fist and slowly stroking it while tapping the head on her tongue.
“That’s it. Lick it, slave,” I say. Her tongue circles my cockhead while I pump myself.
The anonymity of it is making me very bold, and I force my cock into her waiting mouth. She goes crazy on the head, swirling it around in circles, sucking, moving her head up and down rhythmically. I can tell she's doing everything she can to make it good for me. Very nice...
“Mmm… that’s it, slave… that’s it. I guess you’ve earned this.”
I pull out of her lips, turn around and slowly feed my dick into her mouth again, finding her pussy with my tongue. Classic 69 position. She grabs my ass and takes more of my cock, moaning as I find her pearl with my tongue and flick it.
I feel her pulling me into her mouth, trying to take all of my cock in her thoat, feel her hot desperate breath as she forces my dick down her throat... She's gagging and spittle is running out of her mouth as she manages to finally relax her throat and accept my cock...
I go to work on her clit... flicking it in a steady rhythm to my cock in her mouth... I stick two, then three fingers up her cunt-hole, grinding them in time with my tongue and her blowjob.
Then we get serious: She's working my cock with one hand, jerking me off into her mouth, while cupping my balls with the other, while I finger fuck her hard and lap at her cunt like a thirsty dog at a waterbowl...
I feel my balls tightening up, and she moans faster, the sound muffled by the cock in her mouth...
Suddenly her legs clamp around my head, burying me in her ample thighs as her orgasm courses through her... I feel wave after wave of muscles spasms as she comes for me hard...
They subside, and all is still...
"Take off your blindfold, slave." I say, standing up in front of the bed. She does...and she smiles at what she sees in front of her: A lean but muscular man, standing spread legged and stroking his big hard dick. I smile too… nice blue eyes, my favorite.
"You got off...now it's time for you to get me off. Come over here and get me off, slave."
She kneels in front of me instantly and begins frantically stroking my cock, looking up at me with her big blue eyes...
"Sir, do you want to cum on me?" She asks. I can only nod as she continues to jerk me off...
"I'm gonna squirt all over your big tits, slave." I say She moans and jerks me off harder onto her round, luscious melons, her hand flying up and down, occasionally licking the head of my dick.
“Please, come on me, master…” she says, and it’s too much for me. My muscles tense and a scream escapes my lips as jets of warm, wet cum shoot out of my prick and shower her big breasts, spray her face and belly, seem to never end...
We've been a couple since that first night...and when people ask how we met, we always make up a different story. |
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| 12:04pm 01/10/2008 |
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Starting work tonight! |
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| 01:51am 01/10/2008 |
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I wrote this quite a long time ago. I was hoping if I can get feedback on it? It's set within a fantasy universe and is fairly short.
Exempt:
With a harsh breath and a soft whimper he burrowed his cock deeply inside her and she grinned slyly, using her fingers to pressure his balls again as if she sought to burst them, like succulent, overripe fruit squirting its hidden juices all over her hands. An erotic chill shuddered through her at the inane thought and she moaned softly, watching with glazed eyes as his head thrusted back, lips parting as he growled like some injured animal.
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| The Max Fisting By Christmas Challenge |
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| 11:33pm 30/09/2008 |
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So you have a wonderful boyfriend or husband or girlfriend or wife or something... and the bottom line is you want, you need, you desire that special someone to be able to put their fist inside of you while you shudder and moan in orgasmic delight.
Say no more!
Working with ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) aliceslalaland we've come up with the perfect four step approach to being fisted by Christmas. You have to supply the fist or fister though
Step 1: Working the stretch
Yes, stretching is all the rage in many sports circles. When preparing to fist it's important to be aware of three major stretch areas. The fist is the labia and vaginal opening. The second is the muscular ring inside the vaginal mouth. And the third are the vaginal walls. Different toys stretch and stimulate different areas. Make sure that you are stretching the full range of motion, or you may have some hiccups.
Our suggestions
- Using your own fingers tug on your labia frequently make the skin more pliable and comfortable with stretching.
- Practice Kegel exercises to gain more conscious muscle control.
- Use smoother shaped toys initially for penetrating the vaginal mouth, and then work up to flared head toys that drag the skin and muscles outwards when exiting to help stretch vs push on surfaces.
- Sleep with a toy inserted to encourage your vaginal walls to be more accepting.
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