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The strapon

written 1 month ago

note: i visited my male friend, he had bought some fun toys and i got to use some of them on him, he is not gay or bi but really loves his ass being played with

Your eyes are beautiful, your smile is what I crave and you are the sweetest friend I have…

Feels so relaxing to snuggle up in your arms, hold you tight as you sleep, to be the one that watches over you…

There is something in you that calls out for me to be gentle, to take care of you and love you even if just for one night.

But that ass…

You have this beautiful ass that makes me want to use and abuse it.

Just feels so good to run my hands over you jeans when in public, pinch and pat when on the tube.

Get you home and strip you down, turn you on and get out the toys…

The first time I saw what you had bought I was shy but excited, I had always wanted to try a strapon.

After a while I just had to try it, put the straps up over my thighs.

Tighten up each one and adjust how the cock hangs between my legs.

I feel so naughty standing there, excited and knowing I have something new to try

I know to use lube, to use lots of it and go slow.

You know I am a gentle lover, I will make sure you are ok, that everything feels good and doesn’t hurt in ways it shouldn’t…

Turning on that lil bullet, feeling the vibration and then slowly sliding into you

I was so wet, so excited, taking control and fucking your ass… such a high

But next time I want to use my toy, I just bought it and mine has something to please me instead of just teasing me…

The shower

written 1 month ago

note: this lover is 49, he is amazingly sweet, so funny and treats me like gold.. 

So embarrassed…

standing there, dirty from sex and sweating.

I don’t do well just standing there, naked and waiting.

I don’t know what to do with myself and I am left unsure of what to do.

I am a squirter, so no matter how safe the sex I end up a mess with my cum all over my legs and fanny, or more places depending on the play.

It couldn’t be helped, he excited me so.

It has been such a long time since I felt so dirty, so wet all over.

Sure I have had little orgasms but lately men just haven’t been able to keep up with me or haven’t put in the effort.

Not this gentleman, he treated me right, a real man.

I know age shouldn’t matter and have been with young lads in their 20s, I won’t go for younger, but the younger ones on average are just too much like boys.

Not this one, he held me down and tied me up when I proved to be too difficult.

He knew just what buttons to push or lick or suck and made me scream so loud… it’s been a while since someone has paid attention to me.

Here I am now, naked, dirty, feeling like an idiot as he looks at me. Helping me into the bath, he has me stand there as he wets me down with the water.

I feel so embarrassed by this and I can’t tell why.

He has seen me naked, felt every inch of me and found me beautiful but there is something so painful to me… being inspected, being watched…

Soft strong hands work their way over my body, washing away the sweat and cum, taking away the excitement.

Slowly rubbing soap into his hands before running them once again over my skin.

I watch him watching me and god I want to run away.

I hate this, I hate being on display for him and yet I stand there and watch him enjoying the touch of my flesh under his hands.

Once again with the water, it flows over me softly as he controls where the spray goes.

I am still embarrassed to be standing there but slightly more relaxed, it is almost over.

Taking a towel he dries me off and holds me tight, once again I am safe and protected.

No longer on display, no longer feeling judged.

All along he has found me beautiful, funny how fear can make you feel anything but beautiful…

Up and gone

written 3 months ago

The day starts like any other, time passes, things happen and all along the way you know that something is missing.

Really you cant explain what that something is but you feel it like a void and try to ignore the emptiness as the day drags on.

Wake up, keep those eyes open long enough to register that the alarms have stopped going off and the numbers on the clock tell you that you have slept past the time you needed to get up by.

Oh, if only you could give it another 5 minutes but that would pass to 10 and then before you know it hours would go by and then you will have missed the day and all that needed to get done in it.

So you lay there a second, eyes trying to focus on staying open, body aching from badly sleeping in the night and you give in to the need to get up and start the day. You don’t want to but some days its just what needs to be done.

The water is steaming hot as it falls over your head, down your shoulders and back. Waking you bit by bit, stealing away the sleep from your eyes and giving a false sense of energy… just enough to help get you dry and dressed.

Coffee, the tool you need to really take off the last bits of sleep hanging around your body and your mind.

Laying naked on your bed I watch you as you slip away from me and take your shower. I make the bed and wrap myself in my satin robe and lay back down on top of the sheets, it is you that has to rush off so I wait for you to be done so I stay out of your way.

My robe is short, exposing my ass and legs. You walk in naked and dry, sexy, strong, I have been wet for you all night and would give so much to pause the clocks, to stop time and have you slip into me as I lay there on your bed.

You touch my legs, just a simple run up them with the tips of your fingers and I can feel my excitement rising but I know you cannot stay with me.

I lay there watching you and that tingle gets worse but there is nothing I can do, I cannot grab you and tie you down.

I cannot stop you from walking out on me when all I want is to drag you back to bed, have sex with you till we both pass out and sleep the day away… but you have your priorities and I understand so I make no move to stop you.

Dressed you walk out, I hear the door close and lock behind you… no time even for that coffee you so desperately need.

Rolling over onto my back, robe sliding open and exposing my wet fanny and full breasts…

I ache for you but let the cool air calm my skin and wick away the wetness. I don’t see the point of playing without you.

Instead I take a shower, knowing that same steaming hot water that ran over your body was now touching mine and dry myself with the same thick towel you used.

Holding it tight around me wishing it was you.

If you are going to do someone…

written 3 months ago

If you are going to do someone…something…I mean something…yes

If you are going to do something, then you need to give it all you’ve got and do it right the first time.

Never slip in half assed or give it less than your best, people will remember and you will be end up disappointing and being disappointed.

When doing something I give all that I am and make sure I do it well.

I know I made a slip of the tongue at the start of this and I might as well keep my naughty thoughts rolling on in that direction.

When you give a blowjob, put your passion into it.

I know I am not the best, I do not have a list of people saying how good I have made them feel, how hard they have cum or the things I like to do with my hands…but I love trying to get a man to cum.

The feeling of him getting excited, his cock out of his control as I manipulate it with my hands and mouths, lips tongue and for some a lil bit of teeth… again that is only for some.

I was so excited, I don’t know why but you do something to me and there isn’t a moment when I don’t want to do something sexual with you… even as simple as touching you.

We couldn’t have sex, there were others in the house but damn I had to have you…somehow

With you sitting there at the kitchen counter, the chair brought you to just the right height for me to play with you.

You told me no one had made you cum that way before and I didn’t care, I just wanted you in my mouth, wanted to please you and feel good myself.

I start unbuckling your belt, unbuttoning your pants and slipping you out of your pants.

I know we could get caught but I keep going and you don’t stop me…

Sliding in just the tip for my tongue to play with and wrapping my hand around your cock, going faster and sucking harder, feeling you get harder.

I can feel your body tensing up, making me wonder if you are gripping the edge of the chair, is it the fear of getting caught that excites you?

The surprise in your voice, the pleasure as you feel yourself getting ready to cum, hearing you moan and your voice getting deeper as you tell me you are going to cum.

I would have stripped you down then in the kitchen and slid you into me just to feel you tense up and shoot your load into me. I was so excited from playing with you, knowing how close you were that I would have cum if you had gone inside of me.

I know I cant, I know you wont, I know we need to use protection but dammit I want you and hate that I cant have you right then…

So I keep playing with you, not letting you off the edge of your chair, sucking more, running my tongue all over your head while you are in my mouth and timing my hand up and down with my sucking.

I want you to cum, I want you to keep talking, I want to keep hearing you moan… oh how I just want you.

Closer, just a lil closer, sitting on that edge and I do love the surprise I hear in your breathing and your voice as I get you so close to cumming in my mouth.
You tense up and I keep going, harder, faster, making every effort to please you and you reward me by slipping over that edge.

Warmth, flavor, slipping down my throat as I swallow all that you give me and suck just a lil more to clean you all off before you put yourself away.

More, I want so much more but I know I cant and I am ok with this… but damn my panties are wet.

Now I have the pleasure of being your first to make you cum from oral, you wont forget me, you may have better but I will always be your first and I find that a very special thing.

So if you do something, if you do someone, don’t be half assed, give it all that you can and make the effort.

Dont be nervous with me

written 3 months ago

i wont let you get nervous

we will get back to your place
you will reach for the whisky and i will take it from you and put it away
as you protest i will put my hands on your chest, wrap my fists into your shirt
i will half push half walk you to the door and push you against it
reach up with one hand and run my fingers through the back of your hair
push my body against yours so you wont escape my touch
let go of your shirt and run my hand down your cheek

i dont want you to be nervous

i run my hand down your chest and put just the fingers into your pants at the waist
bring my other hand down and walk with you in tow behind me to the bedroom
grabbing my purse as we go

i have you stand at the foot of the bed and start to undress you
taking of your shirt, running my hands over your skin
stepping in close and wrapping your hands around me
holding you close and resting my face against your chest
listening to your heart
just holding you

breathing in your smell, rubbing my cheek over your skin
finding a nipple and bringing it into my mouth
gently sucking, nibbling, enjoying your reaction

letting go of you and stepping out of your arms
i take your pants off and strip you till your are naked
again i step into your arms and hold you

i have you climb onto the bed and lay down on your back
from my bag i get my oils and set them near you
i have you watch me as i undress

climbing onto the bed i slink along your body, not touching
just teasing
straddle your hips so my sex is near yours but not touching

i have you turn over while i am above you and then sit slightly on you
my pussy, soft, naked of hair resting on your ass

time for a massage
you need to relax with me


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