Dirty Talking Man

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Double Penetration

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Happy Valentine's Day!

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Tell me one of your dirtiest secrets

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Observing Play - The Spanking

noreply@blogger.com (DTM) — Mon, 12 Jan 2009 05:45:00 +0000

I heard the familiar sound of spanking. Crowded in a doorway were several people watching the man inside slapping a woman’s rear who rested on a bench somewhat like the one pictured here. I walked on down the hallway seeing others setting up but not yet in place for the scene they planned to play out so that when I got back to the alcove to the room.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

As others moved on, I moved in until I was able to move into a corner of the room no longer obstructing the view of anyone behind me. Also, I was hardly noticed by those already in the room, two men on a couch, the spanker and the spankee. From the hallway, into the alcove and edging into the room, I could not see the woman’s face or upper body, but her gorgeous ass was shamelessly on display. He was spanking her at a moderate pace, about a spank every three to four seconds, alternating right cheek, left cheek, right cheek, left cheek. Spank, spank, spank, spank. Then, speeding up and slowing down. He began to deliver a continuous stream of spanks, one right after the other, alternating from left to right cheek. The light skin of her butt was definitely showing the effects of the spanking, as two large, red circles appeared in the center of each of her cute little butt-cheeks. At this point, as he continued spanking her, he allowed his spanks to land on the edges of her cheeks and from the top to bottom of her butt. He not only increased the intensity of his individual spanks; but also the speed at which his hand connected with her bottom. Within less than a minute, all of us in the room could tell she was feeling the effects of upped intensity of his spanking from her little yelps and squeals that accompanied the harder spanks.

Sometime in my past a woman offered her ass to me for spanking. It was up to me to rent a hotel room near her office for 60 minutes of spanking. She offered to endure whatever kind of spanking I wanted to do to her, but she assured me there would be no sex. She had no intention of mixing these two things. She wrote me that most men thought that one would lead to the other, but if that was my plan it would be total waste of my time and efforts. She was only interested in being spanked. I did not follow through on her offer. At the time, it came down to the fact that I wanted more of a connection than just a chance to practice this one activity. I’m quite sure that you can’t participate in an hour or more of spanking without forming a unique kind of intimate connection, but the whole thing was tainted in some ways by the expectation that I would be paying all the expenses involved.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

I did not know these people in the room where I watched the spanking. I did not understand their connection, what brought them to this place to a mildly public display of something which I had previously thought of as a private pleasure. I have performed sexual acts for watchers so I enjoy exhibitionism. I didn't get the feeling that they did this for the thrill of exhibitionism. If I have an issue (and I don’t know that I do), it’s from not knowing what to make of it. There is a certain amount of mystery and intrigue surrounding this for me. In the end, I commented to him and asked her a question. They were both willing and open to discuss things. I think I will see them again somewhere down the road and put more pieces of the puzzle together. They are in my mind most beautiful and endearing people to have done this in the way they did.

All of us have missed an opportunity for something new and different. Having watched a man deliver 30 – 45 minutes of spanking, the variations of timing, intensity and seeing the possible implements used besides one’s hands, I feel like I could keep it up for an extended period of time. I’m sure there’s a cute bottom out there somewhere that would enjoy the experience.

My First Kink Party

noreply@blogger.com (DTM) — Sun, 04 Jan 2009 23:16:00 +0000

I walked into the party like I was walking onto a yacht, but I was not so vain and didn’t wear an apricot scarf (adieu to Carly Simon, 1972). It was me unsteady at first because I didn’t know anyone there, not a single soul. I worked my way through a crowded house towards the kitchen to deposit the beers I brought to drink and share. The living room was jam packed with people sitting and standing asses to elbows. I missed a discussion on purpose because I totally misunderstood what the topic was going to be. Wish I had read the group’s messages more closely because the things I heard when they were wrapping up were quite interesting.

It was the part of the night where people introduced themselves. I have never gone public before because I was married and wouldn’t dare do anything to embarrass her, but my life has changed. I’ve moved a thousand miles away from my ex and have the freedom to be out there.

"Anyone else new?" came a voice from somewhere in the middle of the body mass. I edged into the periphery of the room. A very tall, slim, attractive Nordic looking woman introduced herself and her sub. Her spouse demurely wore a teddy and red silk shorts. And she, being one of those who sense the right thing to do for others graciously moved out from the edge of the crowd into the kitchen so that some of us squeezed into the back could come forward to introduce ourselves.

I described myself as an occasional player for I was in the midst of many people deeply vested in the lifestyle, a group that welcomes new ‘voyagers’ into the ‘kink’ lifestyle. When I haven’t scripted out what to say in front of a group, sometimes I get stuck with an inability to articulate, then I overcompensate by saying too much and diluting my message and meaning. Into it and not sure where it's going, I tried to describe what’s it like to be a 'has been of erotic writing', having lost my inspiration to write a few years back, trying to overcome the writer’s block by recycling, rewriting work I had done before. After all, Richard Russo rewrote his Pulitzer Prize wining book 17 times. What am I thinking? There are no Pulitzers for my kind of writing and I'm no Richard Russo (adieu to Senator Lloyd Bentson for scolding Vice-presidential candidate Senator Dan Quayle during the 1988 VP debate). You see, how can I ever be clear about anything when such trivia ricochets around in my head.

The point was to convey that part of my purpose in being there was to regain the fire that sparks the creative process. Of course, I stumbled in speaking to this crowd (speaking not having my handy backspace and much used delete keys) by saying I hoped to learn from them. Duh! Huh? Whew, it was over and the generous and kindly hostess was most friendly to let me ramble and not cut me off. I felt I fulfilled my obligatory intro and could move back into my more comfortable role, that of a mild mannered observer instead of an active participant.

To be continued if I don't get sidetracked.

A Realistic Sex Scene???

noreply@blogger.com (DTM) — Fri, 27 Jun 2008 17:15:00 +0000

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Torpedos

noreply@blogger.com (DTM) — Tue, 18 Mar 2008 00:10:00 +0000

I love torpedo shaped boobs.

Actually, I love 'em all no matter what shape.
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Great Workout!

noreply@blogger.com (DTM) — Fri, 04 Jan 2008 03:47:00 +0000

My Favorite Site for 'Sex and Submission'

noreply@blogger.com (DTM) — Sun, 09 Dec 2007 19:13:00 +0000

This is one of the few sex sites to which I've ever subscribed.
This woman is my favorite submissive from the Sex and Submission site.

The way he cuts this red dress and uses it to blindfold her is brilliant.

A little humor

noreply@blogger.com (DTM) — Sun, 25 Nov 2007 17:59:00 +0000

Basic information every guy should know...LOL

Please forgive me for posting this if you've been a victim of abuse (since you might find it difficult to see the humor in this), otherwise I have to say these clips by Jack McBrayer are pretty hilarious.

And finally 'The Landlord' a skit with Will Ferrell
Please forgive me if you've been abused by toddlers
(since you might find it difficult to see the humor in this;-).

Sorry for the detour from the regular dirty fare,
I'm just not feeling like my dirty self lately...

I have to post this inventive personal ad

noreply@blogger.com (DTM) — Thu, 22 Nov 2007 02:47:00 +0000

Want to be ravaged on a regular basis--With power tools?

Would love to find a woman who seeks out an on going sexual affair with a married man. Would like to meet up once or twice per week for very erotic play. Have you ever experienced a drilldo or fuckzall (0 to 3200 thrusts per minute) I guarentee you will climax like never before. I really only want to play with one woman and really get to know her secrets and fantasies and help you to live them out. If your new to this I will take my time and teach you the pleasure of erotic play and light bondage and discipine. I want to make you orgasm like you have never had before, lying there shaking in extasy not being able to move or talk.

Nope, it's not mine, but had to share it with ya.

I Love Redheads

noreply@blogger.com (DTM) — Fri, 16 Nov 2007 15:24:00 +0000

I Want An Older Woman So Bad!

noreply@blogger.com (DTM) — Fri, 09 Nov 2007 13:48:00 +0000

As I get older it's getting harder to find women in my age group (over 50) still having libidinal needs/desires when most of the people at this age have lost interest or given up on sex altogether. So this video clip intrigues me because I WANT a mature woman who may be have the normal and natural signs of her age, but still has a great body and enjoys sex as much as I do.

Small Eyes

noreply@blogger.com (DTM) — Fri, 09 Nov 2007 02:44:00 +0000

This woman hits my hot buttons even though she appears to be trying too hard or faking it or just acting for the camera. Towards the end she redeems herself by the pained expression with her squenty eyes.

Deeply

noreply@blogger.com (DTM) — Thu, 01 Nov 2007 11:07:00 +0000

Once the door had closed behind them, after it was
locked and latched with a metallic certainty, after
they had moved those few feet to the foot of the bed,
they stood facing each other and they embraced. They
were beyond lunch, beyond the drive to the hotel,
beyond the myriad of obstacles that had to be
surmounted in order to bring them together.

He marveled at her mouth, the way her unfamiliar lips
brushed and slipped against his, her playfully
assertive tongue. The passion in her hands on the back
of his neck, her narrow torso that pressed against his
chest, her hips against his hips. His fingers found
the zipper at the back of her dress. He helped her
fingers unbutton his shirt, then she paused while he
cupped her breasts held by a simple white bra. The
clasp was in the back. He needed two hands to unsnap it.

Her breasts, white below a distinct tan line
that was splattered with freckles, thrust forward into
his hands, begging to be caressed, hoping to be
admired. Her nipples were almost tiny, pink and
partially erect, surrounded by discreet, light brown
areolas. Again she leaned her body forward against
his, giggling in his mouth as his fingertips gently
pinched those swollen little nubs of pink.

He stepped back, inhaling the sight of her. Her smile,
with no red spots in her eyes, the reddish brown
freckles on her shoulders and below her neck in a V.
Both of our eyes tracked her fingers as they trickled
downward across his chest, pausing at his leather
belt, inches from the bulge below. Too impatient to
wait, his own hands unbuckled and unzipped, and then
his trousers joined her dress on the floor.

She seemed mesmerized at the sight of his bulging
underwear and the liquid spot at the apex. Wordlessly,
she shed her half-slip, exposing simple white panties,
and without the shy hesitation he had imagined she
would show, those too followed in a crumpled statement
at her feet.

And thus she was naked, with her wavy head of hair and
her constant smile and her perky breasts, her female
thighs framing her fluff of pubic hair. She stood
before him and watched as he eased his own underwear
past the protrusion of his erection. Their eyes met,
then their hands, and with no awkwardness they
traveled the few short steps to the bed and slipped
between the crisp sheets. She folded into his arms and
sighed, and they kissed once again.

Her skin was hot, a contrasting dry to the touch of
his moist palms. He was everywhere on her body. Face,
neck, breasts. His mouth followed his hands in their
wanderings. Arms, fingers. Her soft, slightly rounded
feminine belly. He eased his body lower between her
legs, and his face found her mound with its untamed
hair and a scent that advertised her arousal. His
fingers delicately parted her thatch, and there she
was, pink and pouty and ready for him.

He feasted on her, lashing her open even wider,
tasting her smoky honeyed flow, feeling her hips
squirm in his grasp. He was aroused to the point of
being anxious, his erection hard and throbbing against
the mattress, his heart pounding, his toes clenching
and unclenching. Fingers, lips, tongue, even his nose
caressed her folds, brushed and licked and sucked and
nibbled her. He consumed her, overwhelmed by his
passion and his lust and this woman in his hands,
under his touch, exposed to him, vulnerable to his
desire, willing in her own.

"Wait," she whispered, restraining his head. "Softer,"
she told him.

And this time when he resumed, it was with a timid
touch, a subtle tracing by the tip of his tongue along
the secret edges of her inner labia, first one side,
then the other. Between her petals, then outside them.
The barest wet pass along the twiggy shaft of her
clitoris. Was it still too rough? She shivered and
clung to him. Her hands held his head, neither pulling
him closer nor pushing him away. She was silent, even
though her body unhurriedly floated beneath him, as if
carried by the tidal ebb and flow of his mouth.

This first time he could wait no longer. He covered
her body with his and found her creamy notch with his
shaft. Eyes locked together, he held himself above her
on his elbows and felt the soles of her feet slide
against the sides of his legs, just above his ankles,
and he teased at her slick opening. They inhaled a
mutual breath as the mushroom head of his cock did its
erotic stretch and lodged just barely inside her. He
twitched, surely oozing, and her mouth pursed into a
tight circle that matched how her vagina snugged
around his rigid flesh.

"Okay?" he asked her glistening, expectant eyes.

"Okay."

And then he pushed inward, deeper. Her silky heat
enveloped and graced his entry, inch by inch, his
tentative testing advances alternating with lesser
withdrawals that eventually gained him full
possession. Their bodies moved against each other,
sometimes in sync, sometimes awkward in their
unfamiliarity. Her legs straightened, then adjusted
higher with bent knees. She clasped his strong hips
with her thighs, then spread her knees wider, then
back to clasp him again, then once more flat against
the bed and straight, and all the while he maneuvered
his body at different angles to feel her variations,
to capture her. To make love to her.

When he leaned forward to kiss her, her straightened
legs discouraged his deepest penetration, yet when he
held himself up above her with stiffened outstretched
arms and was able to fully embed himself, her face
seemed a million miles away, her lips a distant
memory. But his instinctive urge to be inside her as
deep as he could be was winning the battle. He wanted
her, he desired her. "Bend your knees," he urged and
she complied, allowing him his complete advance, his
primitive victory. His climax was near. Lazy, gentle
early strokes had now become insistent. He craved the
sensations, the feel of her body beneath his weight,
surrendering herself to him, the increasing
lubrication in her vagina, the satisfying
bottoming-out of pubic bone against pubic bone.

"You like to get deep," she murmured, and he moaned his
response. His thrusts were now steady and deliberate
and heading to the inexorable conclusion. She could
only hold her knees high and cradle him, welcome him,
accept him.

"Can I come inside you?" was his breathy rhetorical
question.

"Yes." It was a simple response. Inside she was smooth
velvet that wrapped around his stiffness with a
sensual clutch that delicately widened nearer his tip,
signaling her excitement, evoking in his
half-consciousness a reservoir for him to fill.
Deeper, he needed to get deeper.

And then he was there, with a groan that escaped from
his constricted throat and a final straining push than
swathed him all the more in her wondrous embrace. His
body stiffened and his hips pressed down onto her,
into her, and his penis swelled to its ultimate reach
and he gushed his seed, pulse after liquid pulse.
"Yes," she whispered, echoing his throbs back to him
through her eyes, "Yes." He couldn't speak. He could
only keep holding her, tightly, and try to hold on to
the magic.

Hungry for You

noreply@blogger.com (DTM) — Sun, 28 Oct 2007 20:11:00 +0000

I am hungry for you.
I want to eat you.
I want to eat your pussy.
I want to see your eyes widen
when I ask if you like it.
You know you'd love it.
I love kissing my way down there.
Feeling you tense
at the soft sweet tickles
as my mouth and mustache brushes
over your skin and
over your pubic hair.
I love kissing your inner thighs.
The way you part your legs,
coaxing me to move inward.
Anticipating the first electric touch
of my mouth to your most sensitive parts.
I love gliding my tongue
along the boundaries of your genital cleft.
Sometimes it is already wet
with visible moisture
seeping from within.
You draw your knees up,
exposing your most private places to me.
I love parting your lips with my tongue.
Experiencing your unique taste,
your unique smell.
You thrust your hips higher,
encouraging me to enter.
I love pressing my tongue
against the opening of your wet pussy.
The sensations on my tongue
as it slips just inside the opening,
experiencing every bump and ridge.
I love calling your pussy a cunt.
It is a raw word,
and one not used lightly.
It embodies the animal passion.
Maybe it seems that only
nice girls have pussies.
Women who feel what
I'm giving your have cunts.
I love drawing your labia
into my mouth and gently sucking on them.
You gasp, enjoying the new sensation.
Your hips move higher...
I love gently biting your labia.
I tease you.
You love it too.
I love drawing
your hardened clitoris
between my lips
and gently sucking
on your little button.
The first time
I do it elicits
an encouraging moan.
You love it when
I give you head this way.
I love slipping my hands
under your ass,
cupping each cheek in my hands,
pulling you higher and harder
against my hungry mouth.
I love letting my tongue
venture downward a little lower
than I should dare.
Letting it bath
the opening of your ass
with warmth and wetness.
You think
you shouldn't be liking this so much,
but you do.
You crave it
though you would never ask for it.
I love the way your hips begin to move,
grinding your cunt hard
against my sucking mouth.
The familiar rythm.
The way you alternate
the rythm several times
before settling in to
the one that will bring you to the brink...
I love slipping my finger into you.
The added sensation alone
sometimes sends your over the edge.
And you ask for a second finger
to fill you up more fully.
Sometimes you get confused,
not knowing whether
to push higher to my mouth
or lower onto my fingers.
It is a heavenly dilemma.
I love bringing your to the edge
and then making your come back down again.
You beg me to let your come
the next time and I promise I will.
I lie.
I torture you for your own good
for I know how much better
it will be when I finally do give you
the precious release
you so desperately need.
I love sharing your orgasm.
The way I can share
each of your contractions
as your cunt grips
my fingers repeatedly.
You love it
when I press my fingers
against the front wall
with each of your contractions.
I love that you let me share
in the pleasure of your orgasm
in the most intimate ways,
with my mouth against your throbbing clit,
one hand on your contracting stomach,
and my fingers up your contracting vagina.
Some cannot handle this level of intimacy,
but you share it with me willingly.
I love the way your body collapses
in exhaustion after you come.
I lie there,
gently kissing your pubic hair,
your thighs,
your outer lips,
for a very long time.
You feel so good and satisfied.
I would love to eat you this way...

She grunts with pleasure

noreply@blogger.com (DTM) — Fri, 19 Oct 2007 03:37:00 +0000

Anal with Attitude

noreply@blogger.com (DTM) — Mon, 15 Oct 2007 04:20:00 +0000

Just A Great Fuck!

noreply@blogger.com (DTM) — Sun, 14 Oct 2007 04:28:00 +0000

You may notice that I like video clips which show facial expressions. This one is interesting in that the guy's face is blurred in this clip while her face is not. I think she knows they are on video because she appears to be looking into the camera many times. I wonder if it's a mirror that she's looking into with his hidden camera OR is it her camera? She is clearly excited by what she sees when she looks up whether it's what she sees on a computer screen or in a mirror.

This reminds me of someone I once knew

noreply@blogger.com (DTM) — Sat, 13 Oct 2007 04:51:00 +0000

This is so much like My Greek Woman and what we did so very often.

Very Good Couch Fuck

noreply@blogger.com (DTM) — Thu, 04 Oct 2007 03:38:00 +0000

Types of Breasts

noreply@blogger.com (DTM) — Wed, 03 Oct 2007 02:31:00 +0000

. . Itty bitty titties
()() Little breasts
(.)(.) Nice breasts
(o)(o) Perfect breasts
(D)(D) Bullets
(O)(O) Handful breasts
(~0~)(~0~) Stretch mark breasts
\o/.\o/ Grandma's breasts
[o][o] Breasts during a mammogram
* ^ * Flat chest
(+0(+0) Fake silicone breasts
(*)(*) High nipple breasts
(@)(@) Big nipple breasts
oo A cups
{O}{O} D cups
(^)(^) Cold breasts
(<)(<) Perky breasts
(o)(O) Lopsided breasts
(Q)(O) Pierced breasts
(p)(p) Hanging tassels breasts
(-)(-) Flat against the shower door breasts
lollol Android breasts
($)($) Goldigger's breasts
(ooo) Total Recall breasts (she had three!)
(O)A(O) Tit fucked breasts

Swiped from the Twisted Monk's Blog

noreply@blogger.com (DTM) — Sat, 29 Sep 2007 03:53:00 +0000

Bamboo

noreply@blogger.com (DTM) — Fri, 28 Sep 2007 02:26:00 +0000