It is sunset and a dim light

Surrounds the room. 

Soft music plays.

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The first kiss.  Warm, soft.

Two bodies held closely.

You surrender.

Your spirit flows around me.

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Squeezing your breasts against

My massive muscular chest.

Strong arms surround you.

Embrace you.

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Lips delighting, quivering,

Becoming more frantic.

Faces, cheeks, electric skin connecting.

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Wet warm breath

Down the nape of your neck

Sinking lower, rising higher,

Finding the opening to your ear

Among the guardians of soft long hairs.

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My hands move to your shoulders.

I step slightly away,

Moving your loose clothes

Off your shoulders,

Slowly down your arms,

Over your anticipating breasts

Bunching your dress at your waist.

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We move to the bed

Gracefully, gradually.

Hugging and kissing as we move.

My leg lies between yours

My hands gently surround your face.

Warm hands sculpting your beauty.

I anoint each of your features

With soft caressing kisses.

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My lips move lower

My palms press

The smooth flesh

Of your neck and shoulders

All finding their way to your billowy mounds

With their sensitive tips.

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Hands grasp one while

My tongue spreads moisture

Over your nipple.

Lips and tongue attentive

To every bump and the sides of

Your growing bud.

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My leg presses between yours

Sliding across your mound

Dipping into the crevice of your legs.

You unbuckled my pants as you moan

Responding to a tingling

That started with your nipple  

And is working its way around

Your torso.  Finding its way to

Secret places.

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Our now naked legs slide

Against one another,

Sending sparks between our thighs.

Our bodies rolling, tossing, thrashing.

Heavy breathing and moaning

Manifests our growing lust.

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I pull your dress off and everything else

I find separating your naked body from me.

You do the same. 

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As you pull my jersey over my head

I slide down between your legs.

My face in sensitive flesh

Where you recently removed hair.

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My arms on your thighs, my hands together

Near the presence of your sweet swelling lips.

My fingers slowly part your folds.

My tongue finding the recesses

Along your slit.  Probing, prodding.

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I press my face into you.

My lips against your lips. 

Kissing.  Suckling kisses.  Wet kisses.

In different places, moving around

Your upper thighs and lower pelvis.

Finding the ultra-sensitive non sexual crevices

Where your legs meet your torso.

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We’ve done this before.  You can relax.

Your hands move between grabbing handfuls of sheet

And

My short soft straight hair

Cradling that object of your pleasure.

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I move my arms under your thighs

Lifting your legs.

Kisses move around the backs of your thighs

Onto the very bottom of your cheeks

Finding their way in between.

My tongue licks the space between your front and back entrances

Tantalizingly close.  My breath

Heats your backside.

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Larger licks along this length

Bring your rim in contact.

Grateful moans.   Unbelieving groans.

My tongue wets your rim

My breath blows it cold.

Alternating warm and cold.

Wet and dry.

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One arm under both knees

Pushing to your chest

Opening up your backside.

My tongue and my fingers work together

Making it hard for you to distinguish

The manipulations of each.

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Returning to your main entrance,

I slowly lower your legs.

Kisses lead the way.

Digits poke your entrance

Rolling around its gateway.

Opening it, awakening all of its nerves.

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My lips surround your little nub

Running up and down

Moving its hood

Creating some suction.

Then, a flaccid flat fluid flapping

Against its underside.

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You scream, “Oh God.”

Anointing me with special powers.

Powers that create, manage and manipulate

Your pleasure.

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Licking you slowly while you want more.

Taking time to feel my fingers penetrate deeper

Roving around inside your canyon

Slipping along places

Drawing deep muscular responses.

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Teasing, tormenting, changing attention

From one sexual center to another,

When a longer focus on one would

Bring conclusion.

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I delay.  I play.

You twist and grab and moan.

I feel you grab handfuls of my hair.

I look up at you and know

You no longer know who I am.

So lost in your own lust.

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I know you are ready

Focusing my tongue on your clit

My fingers rotating in and out

While circling inside.

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You start to come.

Arching your back.

Thrashing.

Challenging me to stay with you.

My mouth closes on your nub

I kiss and suck on it.

Your movements pull and twist your body.

Like a rodeo rider my lips hang on.

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My fingers feel you gush

A small shower in your chamber

Releasing a unique freshment.

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You buck on the waves of orgasm,

Until your clit can stand no more.

You push me away, desperate, laughing.

“Enough!” you shout.

You think it is over.

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You are wrong.

I lift my torso over you.

Planting my cock at your swollen entrance.

I slide in without difficulty

And begin my rhythmic movements.

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You are offering your vessel to me

In gratefulness.  In a moment of completion.

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My torso is so much larger than yours

My neck is over your face.

The hairs of my chest rustle your shoulders.

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My weight bears down.

You nipples pressed inside your breasts.

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You cannot move.  Overwhelmed and

Overcome.  You love the helplessness.

You feel your moist tunnel respond.

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Rhythms of hips, pounding of prick

Deeper inside you.

Your arms wrap around my upper body.

Our lower bodies moving

Together. 

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Your legs open wider

Your feet lift.

The penetration goes deeper.

My speed increases.

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You begin to orgasm again

As you rock your pelvis.

Your heavy breathing

Is interrupted with gasping.

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I stab you deep and hold it.

Gushing.

You feel me leap inside you.

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Your hands lower to my tight ass

I rock hard a couple of times before another

Stab, gush, hold tight.

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Your arms squeeze me low and high.

Easy thrust, another gush.   Perfect timing.

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My mind rolls over while my body stays on top

And waits for my cock to withdraw itself.

Kisses.  Gently falling away.  Sleeping soon

As I move beside you.

 

I don’t really know why.  And certainly it is not all there is to attraction.  I also like a woman with a brain and a fun sexual imagination.  And the perfect breasts involve shape, firmness and nipple size (as if there was only one I was interested in!). There are many things that go into the attraction of the sexes.  But I’ve seen many posts from women complaining that their breasts are too small.  Okay not all men like small breasts but I am far from alone.  There are entire porn sites dedicated to A-cups and small titties, etc.  So for those of you who have small breasts, there is no need to be ashamed or self conscious.  I prefer them.  There are plenty of guys like me who will pop up for them just the way they are.  I don’t dislike big natural breasts but in truth I don’t find them as exciting and I am completely put off by those exploding fake jobbies so popular in porn flicks.

I’d love to hear other men’s opinion on the subject.

 

It was only an hour long session but this time it seemed so much longer.  She sat in the comfortable chair opposite his separated by a small low circular table, just large enough to hold two cups of coffee.  Unlike some of his patients, she got right down to it.  She was a student at the University.  She explained she had a problem with exhibitionism.  Inwardly he was amused because she was such an extraordinarily good looking woman.  He assumed she must get plenty of attention. 

She was dressed in a short tight black skirt and a white linen blouse that appeared a bit too small for her full grapefruit sized breasts.  The buttons of the blouse strained across her chest creating gaps and folds in the material.  She went on to say how she felt she had an addiction and, as she spoke, she matter-of-factly unbuttoned the most strained button in the middle of her breast and turned slightly to her right giving me a view of the white lacy bra underneath.

She never stopped talking and it was as though she was unaware of what she was doing.

“I never wear any panties.  See.”  She pulled up her skirt and opened her legs fully exposing her clean shaven intimate area to me.  “And that is probably unsanitary.  But I can’t seem to help myself.  Do you think that wearing no panties is unhealthy, doctor?”  She left her legs open.  He moved his open notebook to cover his lap.

“Not necessarily, Elaine.  What do you do during “that” time of the month?”

“Oh, well, I wear panties then sometimes but sometimes I just use a tampon and the string dangles down here.”  She pointed toward the junction of her open legs to draw his attention to the area.  He had been trying to look her in the eyes.  She went on talking about how she was from a large family.  How she had many siblings and as one of the younger ones, she got very little attention.  Her father died when she was just ten.  All of this added up to her feeling invisible.  She began to unbutton more of her blouse, slowly, without any comment about what she was doing.

“So how does this exhibitionism affect your daily life?  How does it interfere with your work or your studies or your relationships?”

“Well, as far as relationships go, it’s been a disaster.  The girls all think I dress like a slut and they hate me and some of the boys think I am a slut and assume my exhibitionism means that I am easy. 

“I’m not,” she said emphatically.  She pulled the blouse out of her waist and opened it all the way, pausing shortly, before standing to remove it completely.  She began removing her bra.

“Do you mind, doctor.  I find clothes constraining.”

“Well,” he stuttered, “tell me more about how this problem is affecting your life.”  He knew he should have told her to stop but he didn’t really want her to.  He found her body breathtaking.  As she removed her bra and exposed her rosy still nipples to him, he had to adjust his seat a bit.  He moved as little as possible but enough to straighten his hidden member. 

“Well I’ve had a few jobs but they have only been part time and I do get criticized all the time for the clothes I wear.”

“But you do manage to keep your clothes on while you work?”

“Mostly.  But if I’m alone or with just a couple of people sometimes I indulge.  Like the time I went into the office on the weekend and there was just me and a couple of the guys there.  They apparently turn down the AC during the weekend and it was hot, so I asked the guys if they would mind if I took off my clothes.  No one objected.  You see usually I ask first and people don’t seem to mind.  At least the guys don’t. “  After removing her bra she unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the floor.  He was mesmerized by this naked beauty that stood before him.  She sat down and crossed her legs placing her hands demurely into her lap.

“What about at school?  How are your grades?”

“Oh they’re OK.  Not great.  I don’t study enough.”

“How do you manage your exhibitionism in class?”

“Well, it is a university, you know, so I can wear almost anything I want and I often wear revealing clothes.  They don’t hassle me as much.  In fact, not at all.  Unlike in High School where I used to get in trouble all the time. Like the time I wore a see through blouse in High School.  I had a bra on and everything but they called my parents and made my mom come and pick me up.  What a hassle!  Now I ask you, Doctor, why would anyone not want to look at these?”  She held her breasts in her hands and pointed them at him.  Her rosy areolas were the size of quarters and her nipples looked like clam necks.

He decided he would count the number of bumps around each when he heard her say louder and louder, “Doctor, doctor, DOCTOR!”  He awoke to the shout in his intercom.

“Yes, Betty, what is it.”

“Your 3:00 is here.  Miss Elaine Drubansky.”

“Thanks, Betty, I’ll be right out.”  He knew these afternoon naps would have to end.

©Rushmore Judd, all rights reserved.

 

This story contains adult material.

Todd was finally coming home.  It had been almost three years since he was first assigned to Afghanistan.  Then there was his reassignment to Iraq.   Amy was so excited.  She was only fourteen when her brother left.   She had grown into form a bit awkwardly at first but now was in full bloom.  She was like an azalea bush bursting with color, busting out in full curves everywhere you looked.   She was in control of her body now and confident of her sexuality.  When she smiled, her face glowed.   She gave off pure light.  A small slice of heaven, innocent and full of life.

She had taken the day off from school to greet Todd.  Mom and dad would join them at dinner time.  She waited impatiently.  Excited.  So much to tell him. 

She was just pouring herself her second cup of coffee – something she never did – when she heard the front door open.  She ran from the kitchen through the living room and threw herself into Todd’s waiting arms.  His mass surprised her.  She worried she might knock him over in her excitement but he was as steady as a rock.  He picked her up and easily lifted her above his head.  He made her feel like a little girl again and those memories of when they played together washed over her and she began to cry and laugh.  As he slid her down she hugged him with her tightest hug and reveled in the strength of his muscular frame.  Her face nuzzled against the nape of his neck.

Todd could feel the supple body of his sister as she pressed against him and it made him a bit uncomfortable.  Trapped in Muslim country for so long didn’t lead to the most satisfying sex and he was easily stirred by the supple body of his younger sister.  He put her down on the ground and hunching over her began to tickle her like he did when they were kids.  She squirmed and squealed.

“Glad to see that some things are still the same,” he said.  He continued to tickle her until she could stand it no longer.

“Stop. Stop. Please,” she begged.   He backed away from her.  He picked up his duffle bag and moved into the living room.

“So, what’s new sis?  What have you been up to?” 

“Well this is new,” she said posing her frame, hand on hip.  “Do you see any difference?”

“Oh, yes.  I couldn’t help but notice.  You’ve all grown up.  And beautifully too.  My little sister has grown into a beautiful flower of womanhood.”

She smiled and ran over to the chair he was seated in, jumped into his lap, straddling his waist with her legs and gave him a hug.  And then she kissed him.  On the lips, not fleetingly but not sexually.  Her lips were soft, a loving kiss with meaning.  He kissed her back.

“That’s enough of that!” he said.  “Tell me what you’ve been up to.”  Amy continued to sit on his lap.  Todd had chosen a straight backed chair and she was comfortable straddling him.  When she began to tell him all about the experiences in her life over the past two years, she became more and more excited.  Her speech became faster and faster and she added hand motions and body movements.  Todd was listening but he was also very aware of every time her legs shifted slightly.  He could feel his cock growing under the movements of her mounded bottom.  He didn’t feel right about it but just couldn’t help himself.

Then as quickly as she jumped on him she gracefully left his lap in mid sentence, never stopping for a breath.   She was talking about how she had become very interested in science and how she took a bunch of electives and was good at math and she was going to Purdue next fall.  She thought she might become a biologist. 

“What about boys?” he asked.  She was now moving around the room occasionally sitting here and there but too excited to stay still. 

“Oh, there have been some but mostly immature high school boys.  Mostly they are stupid about girls and what we want.  Their idea of a good time is getting together on a Saturday night and playing video games.”   She did have her eye on one guy, Brian, but nothing had happened with him so far.  He was on the football team. 

“And OH, I’m on the cheerleading squad.  Crazy, I know.  But it has been a lot of fun.  We do a lot of sophisticated dances.  Wanna see a cheer?”

“Sure, I’d love too.”  She dashed out of the room yelling something about a minute.   He took the time to straighten the rod in his pants.  She returned shortly in her cheerleader outfit.  It was classic. Dark blue with a big red “B” on the top with a pleated skirt that combined the blue and red.  She even had her pom poms.  The top looked a bit small and stretched across her bulbous breasts making the upper part of the “B” look bigger.  It didn’t quite come down to the top of the skirt, showing off her taut midriff.  The thin straps of the top did not hide the athletic bra she wore under it.  She was barefoot.

Todd found himself responding to his sexy little sister and was trying hard not to react sexually.  He reminded himself of his own high school days and how these outfits were meant to be cute and innocent.  His cock wasn’t listening, though, and he remembered just how long it had been since he had sex.  Normally his sister wouldn’t excite him.  It was just that he was so horny. 

She turned and raised her arms and kicked her legs and sifted her hips.  Her full breasts wobbled as she moved up and down.  Very sexy, he thought.  He couldn’t help but notice that she apparently didn’t put on the panties that go with the outfit since he could see flashes of white as she lifted her legs.  She finished with a flurry of jumps that caused her skirt to lift high and revealed her white bikini cut panties in all their glory.  She ran over to the chair jumping on his lap again and asked if he liked it.

“You look like the high school dream girl that every boy wants.  Where did you learn all of those sexy moves?  You have rhythm and can dance.  I never had those skills.”

“Well, look at you!  You’re all muscle.”  She grabbed his biceps with her hands, then ran them across his chest and over his shoulders.  He could feel his hard member sitting up straight and he felt her crotch surround it.  Without her jeans on, there was just the think cotton of her panties and his khaki pants between them.  Not enough to hide his engorged pole.  As she shifted around to squeeze his muscles he could feel her pussy lips slide around his pole. 

“And what have you been up to?” she asked quietly.  Her voice seemed so much more intimate.

“Nothing to talk about.”

“What about girls?  You must have every nurse and female private lusting after you.”

He laughed.  “No such luck.  Not where I have been.”

She rolled her hips over his middle.

“Does that explain the muscle I feel here?”  His face went red.  “Poor baby!”  She leaned forward and kissed him.  First on his lips, then on one side of his face.  She slowly ran her mouth across to the other side of his face and planted another kiss.  Her hips began to move slowly and deliberately along his length.

“We can’t do th…”  She covered his mouth with hers and gave him a deep passionate kiss and continued to roll her hips against him.  He forgot momentarily what he was going to say.  She hugged him tight and rubbed more deliberately.  He was beginning to get lost in the feeling of her pussy rubbing up against his groin.  He remembered how when he was a teenager he used to dry hump his girlfriend.

“Amy, please stop.  This isn’t right.”

“It’s OK.  Just enjoy the feeling.  Your little sister is all grown up and not as innocent as you remember.”  She shifted upward onto his hips focusing the tip of his elongated muscle.  Her breasts dangled in front of his face.   She was enjoying the rocking as much as he and she could feel her juices flowing. 

He murmured, “No,” but she ignored him and continued.   His willpower was waning and she knew it.  She pushed her chest forward so that it touched his mouth.  He buried his face between her breasts.  She lifted her top grabbing her bra simultaneously and removed them both, tossing them to the floor.  She pressed her naked top against his face.  He greedily lapped at her nipples twisting his head between them.  His arms were around her under her arms.  She was rocking vigorously now in a steady rhythm, moaning at each backward thrust as her clit slid along his pole.

He was giving in completely.  Her naked breasts had won him over.  The touch of her soft hairless feminine skin against his face.  Or was it the sexual movements of her hips over his member.  He slid forward in the chair to increase the tension and could feel her riding his entire length.  His hips moving slightly to the rhythm as well.  He could no longer claim his conscious was bothering him.  He was simply giving in and being his animal self.  Just feeling it happen.

He heard his sister vocalize her orgasm as she picked up the pace.  It was his sister and it was wrong.  He released immediately.  Grunting to her moans.  He hugged her tight and reveled in the softness of her hair, the flesh of her naked back and the sweet smell of her sex.

© Rushmore Judd, all right reserved

 

She really didn’t think her body was anything special.  At 20, almost 21, she figured she was fully grown yet her breasts were a mere 34B.  Tiny little bubbles on her thin frame.  Her hips were also small and while she had a bit of a round ass, she never developed a big booty, which was all the rage in the largely black neighborhood where this little white girl grew up.  She often thought she was too thin and had kind of an emaciated look.  She did have long silken hair which she dyed a honey blonde color.  She thought it was her best feature even though it was out of a bottle.  Her face was rather plain with no particular distinguishing marks except a small scar in front of one ear.  A tiny reminder of a fall she took as a small child trying to break up a fight between her parents.  Her skin was smooth and just too pasty white pale.  She didn’t spend much time outside or with other people and in general was a very shy girl.

 

Ellen was feeling rather depressed looking at herself naked in the mirror.  Adam, her boyfriend of the past two years must see something different when he looks at her, she thought.  He was always complimenting her and showing her off proudly to his friends.  Occasionally, he would make her show her naked body parts to them, grabbing her when she was coming out from a shower, or exposing some part of her body when her skimpy clothes allowed him to.  She didn’t mind the way he exposed her body to his friends because he always did it in a way that showed he was proud of her.  She still felt the need to cover up what she could and often wiggled in his arms as he pulled up her dress to show off her legs or pulled down her top to expose her breasts.  Somehow she felt safe in his arms and enjoyed his playfulness.

 

Adam was the first man to really show her any positive attention.  Oh, there were boys in high school but they always seemed to just want to grab her tits and get their cock into her.  She learned that once they got into her pants, their interest in her seemed to fade.  She wasn’t too surprised.  She really didn’t have a lot to offer beside sex.  She wasn’t very funny, or very smart, or very beautiful or particularly athletic.  She was a very shy child and grew up pretty much by herself, afraid to let anyone too close to her because they would find out about her alcoholic mother and abusive father.

 

Adam was different though.  First of all he was a real man.  He was 35; she was 19 when they first met.   She was working in the grocery store full time and she first saw him there and he would talk to her while checking out. Then she met him at a bar one night and they talked and he seemed genuinely taken with her.  When she was with him, he made her feel beautiful.  He was always complimenting her and touching her in a very soft caressing way.  He asked her questions that no one had ever ever asked her, like what she wanted to do with her life.  What dreams she had.  What she aspired to.  She didn’t know how to answer these questions.  She had never even thought about them before. (Not counting her daydreams about being Brittany Spears or Paris Hilton.)

 

And the other thing that made him different was that even after they had sex, he still liked her.  He seemed to like her even more. He was also teaching her a lot.  He liked to show her how he liked to have sex.  He taught her five different ways to give blow jobs, with gloves and lubricants and sometimes just her hand.  His favorite way was having her use a lubricant, grabbing his cock in one hand, completely circling it.  Starting with long strong slow strokes while she looked up into his eyes.  Then rubbing up and down faster and faster and slapping the head against her cheek, putting it in her mouth just as he came and swallowing his cum. 

 

He also taught her a lot of new positions and he was conscious of her pleasure.  None of her other boyfriends had ever cared if she had an orgasm but Adam did and while she didn’t always cum with him, she did a lot of the time.  She liked it when he ate her pussy and he had such a great technique that she never got tired of it even though she found it difficult to reach a climax this way.  She often would fake an orgasm when he did this if she felt he was getting tired.  He liked it when she came and she was so good at faking that he never knew, but licking her clit did get her very excited.  Sometimes after he came and fell asleep, she would get herself off by quietly masturbating herself next to him in the bed.  It was too obvious on her back with her legs spread open so she would lie on her stomach, and with one leg lifted rub her little clitty until she her pussy popped being as quiet as she could.  The fear of getting caught made it all the more exciting for her.

 

She liked it best when he treated her in a slutty way.  So surprisingly, sometimes she would come right after she had faked an orgasm with him.  Her orgasm was his sign to take care of himself and when he did this she felt slutty.  He would position himself over her body and carefully position the head of his cock at the opening to her vagina.  She would open her legs to him and if necessary spread her pussy lips as he taught her (but usually they were swollen and well lubricated already from his suckling). Then he would start with a hard deep thrust penetrating her violently.  A very hard first thrust or two and then he would rock slowly but it wasn’t too long that he was riding her like a horse.  A wonderful feeling flew through her.  She felt one with the feeling.  It was so in synch with her soul, it was so exciting, it was so satisfying. 

 

He set the pace and it was always going faster.  Furiously she came as she felt him use her for his own pleasure.  She was truly at that moment a sexual receptacle for his male ferocity.  Being used as a sexual object.  At that moment her desires didn’t matter.  He had reached past seeing her in any way but as an object to satisfy his sexual lust.  In these moments he would position her in whatever way he felt like.  He occasionally would issue commands to her.  He was in total control and she loved it that way.  The more she felt used, the more she felt like a sexual animal, the more explosive her orgasm.  She knew it must be wrong, she knew it made her different than other girls but she loved it all the same.  With Adam she came to know her true nature.

 

So here she was looking at herself naked in the full length mirror in Adam’s bedroom.  She had just showered and shaved and she inspected her clean shaven pussy to see if there were any nicks or cuts.  A good job, she thought.  Adam will be pleased since he liked her to keep herself completely free of hair.   He said it turned him on to see her pussy lips naked.  He complimented him on how pretty her pussy looks but she didn’t see any difference with any other girl’s pussy that she had seen.  Anyway, she had to make sure it was glisteningly bare tonight because tonight was special.  Tonight she was going to perform at the strip club.

 

The whole thing was Adam’s idea.  There was a strip club that he went to occasionally.  It was about 50 miles from where they lived and in that sense she was glad it was just beyond the reach of her neighbors, high school friends and relatives.  She knew that she couldn’t avoid the possibility of running into somebody but it was unlikely. 

 

She was rubbing healing oil onto her pussy.  This was to soothe any irritation from the shave but had the added effect of making her skin shine.  She was getting a little warm rubbing it in and thinking about tonight.  Tonight was Amateur Night at The Crystal Palace.  Once a week, the club offered $250 to the winner of a contest for amateurs.  Anyone brave enough could get up in front of a rowdy bunch of guys and take off their clothes. 

 

Adam had taken her there once before and she saw 4 amateur girls strip as well as a few of the regular girls after the contest.  In Ellen’s mind only one of the amateur girls had a clue as to what she was doing.  Her movements were graceful.  She danced erotically and removed each piece of clothing on the stage.  (The other girls took off their clothes in between songs while they were offstage behind the dressing room curtain.  Two of the other girls were well received by the crowd but they were terrible dances and seemed awkward and out of place on the stage but the boys seemed to hoot and holler for them anyway as their clothes came off.  Each girl wore a garter belt where the audience could put $1 bills into and these two girls looked like they did alright as a lot of the guys were anxious to put money in their garters.

 

The fourth girl wasn’t so lucky.  She was actually the first to dance and she was real chubby.  She could dance but she was just too heavy.  Some of the boys were booing her.  Yelling at her to get off the stage.  Telling her to put her clothes back on.  But to her credit the girl seemed unfazed by it all.  She just continued her act and moved around the stage, dancing and looking into the eyes of the men sitting around the stage.  She found a couple of men who gave her money and clearly played to them as she continued her act.  The booing didn’t stop but she continued until the end and made a few dollars but not nearly as much as the other girls.  Ellen could see that the girl seemed to handle it fine but she knew that if that happened to her she would probably start to cry. 

 

Her clothes were all preplanned.  A very short pleated skirt and a tight tube top showing off plenty of her skinny belly. Under that she wore a black lacy see through bra, black bikini panties and the surprise – the tinniest thong imaginable under her panties.  To top it off she wore her highest ‘fuck me” high heels.  And a lacy garter, of course.  She had been practicing dancing in these and it was difficult to say the least.  But she thought she could take them off if the circumstances seemed to dictate that.

 

Adam brought along his two best friends, Jimmy who didn’t drink and was the designated driver and Zeke, a huge man who was 6 foot 4 and weighed in at close to 300 pounds.  Zeke had been a high school football star but blew out a knee in college and had bounced around in a number of different jobs.  In the car on the way to the club, all of them were kidding Ellen, telling her how they didn’t care about the crowd or it anyone else even came that the trip would be worth it just to see her naked body.   Zeke, who was sitting in the front passenger’s seat, kept turning around and looking at Ellen in her short skirt and making suggestive comments to her.  “How about a preview on our way there, Ellen?  Make her open her legs for us, Adam.”

 

Adam encouraged this and did make me open my legs to Zeke, who acted like Ellen had just agreed to fuck him.  What was the big deal she thought?  It’s not like here in the car, in the dark, with my black panties, on that he was going to see something.  So here, she said and spread her legs open to him.  She could feel the juices in her pussy leaking, her panties getting moist.  Adam was laughing.

 

When they got to the club, they checked in with the manager who told them to wait until there was an announcement that Amateur Night would be starting soon.  Then Ellen should proceed to the dressing room and he pointed to the farthest corner of the room where there was a door with a large bright star on it.  They found a round table a couple of rows away from the stage and ordered drinks.  Ellen had started drinking before they left home and they had a thermos of a mixed tequila drink that got passed around in the car.  She was already feeling a bit woozy and knew she would have to nurse this drink in order to be at her best.

 

On stage, a beautiful girl was just starting her act.  Half way through her first song she was joined on stage by another woman – her identical twin.  There was a pretty full crowd and they went wild when her sister showed up.  The few remaining free seats right at the stage were filled as a mad rush as each man tried to get the remaining seats first.  Dollars were being offered up toward the girls and Ellen noticed how efficient they were at acknowledging each person, doing a special movement for each before removing them of their money.  In many cases they would take the money from the guys rather than take the time to let them slip it in their garter.  But even when the guy wanted to slip it in her garter, the girl would present her leg, open the garter to ease the speed with which the operation happened. 

 

Ellen realized she was looking at the strippers in a different way and admired their fluidity.  They were literally going around the stage and collecting money non stop yet the guys seemed oblivious to this and just wanted the girls to put their naked parts in front of them.  The girls stripped off their clothes at the start of each song favoring the men who had contributed the most with the best views. They divided the stage between them, occasionally switching sides.  They were clearly in control.  Confident, beautiful, they had the guys eating out of their hand. 

 

Part 2, The Dance, can be found HERE.

So a few people responded to my last post that they would rather have their men be dominant versus submissive. Does anyone want to give an example of either Male Dominance or Female Submission. (They are different although often come together in someone’s fantasy.)

Suggestive Tongue recently posted on her blog about male submission and cited a few examples (Toys, Face-sitting, Humiliation and Making her cum). (http://suggestivetongue.com/2010/04/07/male-submission/) A large number of other examples came to my mind (such as it is!) some of which are sub categories to those above like Humiliation.
I wonder if each reader could give us one example of Male Submission would look like to them.
I’ll start: I think being tied naked, photographed and displayed to others would be a form of Male Submission.

Two boys kissing sweetly
Naked hairless chests
Tasting lips softly entwined.
I thought when suggesting strip poker
That it would be my soft blue lacy bra
That would draw attention.
Yet as I watch in my underwear
These two lean bodies press against one another,
Bulges showing in their briefs,
I am as surprised as they,
And almost as excited.

My wife and I have an agreement. We each have a list of ten celebrities who we are allowed to Bed if given the chance. I was recently reminded of this when I had a chance to see an interview of Sofia Vergara, the Columbian woman who stars in Modern Family. She was just incredibly delightful and funny. I immediately fell in love and had to add her to my list. I keep my list written and updated – you know, just in case. (My wife doesn’t bother to write hers down which undoubtedly gives her a bit more freedom.

Anyway I had to add Sophia to my list and struggled with who to remove. The choice really came down to Demi Moore and Jennifer Aniston. While Demi is showing her age a bit she still has that underlying sexiness, so sorry Jen, I’ll just have to pass if one day you decide to throw yourself at me.

So here is my current List of Ten = Scarlett Johansson, Uma Thurman, Rebecca Romaine, Liv Tyler, Sofia Vergara, Jenny McCarthy, Cameron Diaz, Charlise Theron, Demi Moore and Isla Fisher. I might have to make room for Tina Fey. (Tina if you are reading this please forgive me.)
Who is in your Top 10 or Top 5?

Making a Sex Adventure Work

This is an unsolicited response to SerenaDante’s recent post (Sex Adventure)

1. Threesome. The key to introducing a third party is to either do it with someone who neither of you know (vacations are a good time for this) or to do it with a trusted friend. There is a bit of a trick to selecting the trusted friend. The woman has to choose the woman and the man has to choose the man. This eliminates the potential threat to the core relationship that occurs when in response to your desire to have a threesome, your boyfriend says, “Oh I know the right girl.” This is probably someone he has been lusting after and therefore a threat to the core relationship. (Same goes for men chosen by the woman.)
A good way to invite a third person is to have a one-day event like a Birthday, XMass present, or other celebration. This makes the threesome a special reward and implies a one time situation.

2. Lesbian Sex. As a man I think this is the easiest but that is probably just a guy thing. I do know some girls who have engaged in lesbian sex simply because it drove their boyfriends wild. And perhaps encouraging a girlfriend to engage in some light lesbian fare in front of your boyfriend just to drive him nuts might be a way to A. engage in full out lesbian stuff if she gets excited enough and B. engage in a threesome with your boyfriend.
For both 1 and 2 above keep in mind that having lesbian sex and/or a threesome doesn’t have to be an all or nothing proposition. Setting boundaries often creates a safer environment to plunge into these things. And then you can decide if you really want to follow up with another session.

3. Bondage. One of the key elements of making bondage pleasurable is freeing the one who is bound from any responsibility for having to satisfy their partner. Full responsibility for whatever happens belongs to the unbound person and the bound person is simply free to enjoy themselves. So you can create the environment of bondage without actually using constraints as long as one person agrees not to move their hands or feet (or whatever else the unbound person suggests). In the throes of passion and sexual teasing this can be a hard rule to follow but can be a safe way to start.

4. Role Playing. Serena’s idea of the cheerleader and athlete is nice but this should be played in behind real bleachers. Other roles might include nurse/patient, bar slut and conventioneer, priest/parishioner, teacher/student, etc. When possible you should play these roles outside the bedroom to start.

5. Sex Video. Go for it. You might try some performance art like a striptease. Or looking into the camera while you are performing oral sex. Or even create angles where you could imagine keeping it and showing it to others. For example, only show your bodies from the waist up while you are doing it. Then, of course, there is always POV (Point of View) where one person films the other essentially from their face. Hot.

6. Double Penetration. If you define this as using a dildo or vibrator, it is quite easy to accomplish and worth the effort assuming you enjoy anal.

Good luck Serena and keep us up to date on your progress. We’re all behind you.