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Experience With The Female Condom

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 7 Nov 2014 00:30:00 +0100

I will admit: I’m fascinated by the female condom. For starters, it’s the only female initiated dual-protection (against both pregnancy and STIs) method available. The potential for women all over the world to have agency over our reproduction is amazing. But why, I’ve wondered, is uptake so low? Why don’t any of my friends use it?
There are certainly some aspects of the female condom that are less appealing than other methods. They’re much more expensive than traditional condoms. Female condom manufacturers and advocates have attempted to reframe the discussion to include benefits including enhanced pleasure and ease of use. I’ve joined the call for feminists and health care workers to advocate for their use and access, but the benefits beyond risk reduction feel clumsy and don’t really ring true for me. Can it REALLY stimulate bodies in ways that are worth using them over traditional condoms? Could watching someone insert one possibly be alluring?
So when a friend suggested I shut up and try it, I realized I really should put my birth control where my mouth was. Or something.
I informed my boyfriend that we were going to have an “experimental weekend.” His excitement quite quickly turned to irritation when I told him that not only would we be trying a contraceptive method that was rumored to be less-than-sexy, but that I’d subsequently write about it on the internet. As he always does (what a gem), he warmed to the idea. Adventure!
I was naïve in thinking I could just pop to the nearest pharmacy to pick one up. Admittedly I haven’t bought condoms in years, so thought they’d be stored with the rows and rows of hideous ribbed and strawberry-flavored chemicals for your pleasure varieties. They were not. In fact, I looked in no less than ten pharmacies across with no success. One pharmacist told me that there isn’t really a market for them, and I’d be lucky to find any outside of a family planning clinic. Le sigh.
But hoorah! In mere days we were off on a long trip (that had been planned for months…obviously not solely in pursuit of a female condom). Nothing says “working holiday” like picking up a female condom, using it and writing about it on the road! In the following weeks, I searched multiple pharmacies. There were no female condoms to be found. So, I’ve identified uptake problem number one: where the hell are people supposed to get them? I was imagining some unfortunate teenager with a latex allergy, perhaps much more embarrassed about sex then my precocious self, walking into pharmacy after pharmacy in her rural town, asking for a product that she’d never find. Based on my fairly limited sample size, I feel confident postulating that accessibility is an issue.
I got my hands on one thanks to a colleague who is also a student midwife.
So, we did it. And here’s the (kinda graphic) verdict:
The Condom Itself: It looks a little bit like a deflated jellyfish. The FC2, manufactured in the UK, came lubricated so was a tad messy, though no more than any other lubricated condom. I was worried that I’d torn it when I opened the package, which is a fear shared by many opening the traditional condom, I suppose. It was intact. The journey continued…
Insertion: As a loyal Nuvaring user for years, I assumed that I’d have the whole inserting-a-rubbery-ring-the-size-of-a-child’s-bracelet-into-your-vagina thing down pat. I do not, as it turns out. The package provides a handy Ikea-style instructional illustration, and I did not follow directions.

“Didn’t it look like she was standing up in the picture?” my boyfriend gently reminded as I wriggled around under the covers.
Putting it in under the covers is hard, particularly because if you have to make multiple attempts, which I did, your hands just get slimy. For those of you excited to have a go, I recommend following the animated directions. Anyway we got there in the end.
Fit: Okay, so it definitely hung outside of my body by about an inch, which I know it’s supposed to do. When you look at a female condom outside of the package (and of the body) it’s a cylindrical sheath. Now, I knew that the two or so inch diameter would not maintained inside of my body, because vaginas are squeezy things. I did, however, assume that the two rings (internal and external) of the condom would be parallel to each other. The internal ring actually ended up fitting like a nuvaring; it was sort of against the back of me – the back wall. Well, color me surprised!
I had heard that it made a sort of plastic baggy sound during sex, and I can report that it did not.
Ease Of Use: This would get much easier with practice, I assume. It’s easier than say, pregnancy. So there’s that.
Comfort (for me): Unlike having sex with a traditional condom, I felt it the entire time. This could absolutely be because of the way I inserted it. I thought maybe it wasn’t all the way in, but I’m quite certain my boyfriend was able to … help that process along. I could feel the ring at the top rubbing, which wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but it was a little bit distracting.
Comfort (for him): We both really hoped that this wouldn’t be the case, but it was so uncomfortable for him that we actually decided to stop. When I suggested that we do it faster (sorry), he said “if I go faster I’m scared I’ll end up laminated!” And then I laughed a lot. And then he laughed a lot. And then we were done.
He found that it pinched him a little bit, and we decided that if we were to use one again, we’d use additional lube.
Pleasure (for me): Again, I really hate to say this, but there was none of the added pleasure that’s been advertised for me. The most pleasure I got out of the experience was the LOLZ with my incredibly up-for-it boyfriend both during and after. We also cackled like hyenas at the sight of it hanging outside of me like the twisty end of an enormous balloon.
Pleasure (for him): Nope. Not a lot. In fact, he said it would have become too uncomfortable before he could … ahem … achieve orgasm.
Suffice it to say that no, no added pleasure here for him.
Conclusions: Barring a change in circumstances, the female condom is not the best method for my partner and me. However, I can see that there are many reasons that someone would prefer the female condom to other methods. For example, some women can’t stand hormonal birth control. For us, we’ve found what works and the experience with the female condom has only further cemented that choice.
But I’m so glad it exists. For many women, something they can insert in advance without a prescription (as opposed to the diaphragm, which requires one and does not protect against STIs) is necessary for various reasons. Unfortunately, many people don’t feel that they can trust sexual partners to prioritize their safety, especially in places where discussions of sex and sexuality are taboo. Circumstances may mean that two partners decide that they need additional external protection, and no other contraception provides that for penetrative sex (both anal and vaginal). The female condom brings something to the smorgasbord table that is contraceptive options, and it should be accessible for people all over the world. This means it needs to be affordable, widely available and well-publicized. Perhaps like the traditional condom, some awkward sex education teacher in high school could insert it in some lucky fruit or vegetable as a first pass at training us for safer sex. That would be a hoot!
As a hopefully obvious but perhaps necessary caveat: this is the personal experience of my partner and me using the female condom one time. We both acknowledge that with further use and practice, it could become more natural, just as using a traditional condom does. Remember the first time you used one of those? They break (famously), they fly across the room, they expire – they’re not perfect either!
So if it’s for you, try it! Do let me know how it goes. Anyone already use them and want to sing their praises? Let us know in the comments!
- by PW
TF

FUN IN THE SHOWER

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 6 Nov 2014 00:30:00 +0100

She stepped into the shower. The temperature was just right, very warm but not scalding, and she luxuriated in the feel of the fine spray on her shoulders, as her neck muscles relaxed.
She arched her back, and stepped back a little, letting the water soak her hair, and run down her face and across her breasts. She reached down for the shampoo, and started massaging it into her hair, working up a fine lather.
As she stepped under the spray to rinse her hair, she suddenly felt his hands on her shoulders. “Mmmm”, she mumbled, and leaned back against his strong chest, as his hands rubbed along her shoulders and down her arms. She could feel his hardness against her buttocks, and wiggled against it playfully as his hands roamed up her sides, finally encircling her and moving up to her breasts. He playfully tickled the edges and the undersides, but eventually his fingers found their way to her nipples, which had gotten hard almost at his first touch.
He squeezed her nipples as his lips found her neck; he nibbled his way up to her earlobe, biting it rather hard, and she jumped. She turned around then, and their lips met. He pushed his tongue inside her mouth, his arms encircling her, and she reached down to touch his maleness. She took it in her hand, caressing it gently, rubbing the shaft and moving a finger down to caress his testicles. He arched his back, pushing himself against her belly as his erection grew.
She knelt down and planted a kiss on the tip. He moaned, and ran his fingers through her hair as the water of the shower rained down around her, and she took his penis into her mouth. She could taste the saltiness of it, and she ran her tongue around the head, feeling his flavor in the whole of her mouth before she started to suck on him. Her right hand encircled his shaft, and she began to rhythmically stroke him in time with the action of her mouth. She could feel his excitement grow, as the water ran down her face, and she took more of him into her mouth.
She moved her hand back to caress his testicles and drew almost his complete shaft into her throat. She generated as much suction as she could, and started to use her mouth to move him in and out, taking his entire length into her throat on the deep stroke. Rhythmically she stroked, faster and faster, and finally with a groan, he reached orgasm. She took him out of her mouth then, and let the water of the shower run across his penis to clean it. He pulled her up from her knees and smiling, lifted her in his arms and carried her from the shower.
He took a large, fluffy bath towel and began to dry her shoulders and worked down to her back, then putting his arms around her to dry her breasts and stomach. Kneeling, he toweled off her legs and feet, and as she stood, ran a teasing finger up the inside of her leg, almost to her sex. She trembled a little at the sensation, and even more as his finger began to trace the inside of her thigh. He moved his fingers up to gently brush the folds of skin around her vulva, massaging and kneading the tender flesh, and sending shock waves through her body with every motion. Her legs began trembling, and he pulled her down next to him.
She lay on her back. He knelt between her legs and lightly licked the inside of her thigh. She moaned, and spread her legs more widely as he licked higher onto her vulva, teasing it gently for a second before retreating and licking at her other thigh. She reached her hands down to his hair, and gently stroked his head and caressed the muscles of his neck as he blew gently on her clit. He took it into his mouth and sucked on it gently, causing her to gasp. Then he pulled back and began to use his tongue in earnest, sometimes quickly, other times slower, moving it vertically or making slow, lazy circles around her clit.
He worked a quick finger inside of her and penetrated deeply, and moved it in and out in the rhythm of his tongue moving against her clitoris. She moaned at the feelings he was inducing in her body, and as they intensified she orgasmed, writhing, on the floor. He looked up at her and smiled, and then crawled up her body to lie on top of her. She put her arms around him and luxuriated in his maleness, his smell and the texture of his body on top of her. Soon she could feel him becoming hard again, and she parted her legs to let him enter. He slid in smoothly, and they lay motionless for a moment, enjoying the sensation of her vaginal walls around him.
Eventually he started to thrust himself rhythmically into her, moving his hips against hers, and she rose up to meet him on each deep thrust. She put her arms around his back, caressing his strong muscles and his buttocks, pulling him even more deeply inside of her. His mouth found hers, not gently, and they savagely kissed, his tongue forcing itself into her mouth in time with his strokes. He groaned, and she could feel him starting to spasm inside of her. The sensation brought her to her own orgasm, and they came together, shuddering. He stayed inside of her as they lay together in the afterglow, enjoying the sensations of each others’ body, their arms around each other, until, smiling, she pushed him off of her, giving him one last kiss, to return to the shower that he had so rudely interrupted…

The 10 Biggest Misconceptions About Anal Sex

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 5 Nov 2014 13:30:00 +0100

Anal sex is not as scary as it sounds,
Here are some common myths about anal sex – busted.

The myth: It will hurt.

The truth: Anal sex doesn’t have to hurt. It’s often just done incorrectly. Many women find it incredibly pleasurable, and some even report having orgasms with them. If you and your partner start slow, work your way into insertion with smaller implements like fingers and sex toys and use plenty of lube, pain will be the last thing on your mind.

The myth: Once it hurts, it will always hurt.

The truth: So you tried it once and insertion hurt really bad. You made your partner stop and vowed never to go “back” there again. You don’t have to shut the backdoor because of one or two negative experiences. Most of these experiences have to do with not following the above instructions: go slow, graduate in size and use lube. Plus there is a nice trick to get you relaxed. If you also stimulate your clitoris at the same time it can encourage the pleasure over pain response.

The myth: Only “sluts” have anal sex.

The truth: You’ve always heard that bad girls are the only ones willing to have anal sex. In actuality, anal sex has been voted the number one taboo sexual behavior that heterosexual couples want to try. So obviously, we all can’t be sluts. There’s a natural curiosity about our bodies and if there is pleasure to be had, you should feel you can explore that in a safe and healthy way.
The myth: Having anal sex will save your sex life.
The truth: It usually has to do with a couple that has more than once sexual issue, especially a female who might be inhibited about her sexuality and it is getting in the way of her sex life with her partner. Some men behold anal sex as the holy grail and if they can just get their wives and girlfriends to partake then the floodgates (so to speak) about sex would open in general. Those other issues need to be worked out ahead of time and then if and when she feels open to the experience should they approach the subject. If she is just doing it out of fear of losing her relationship, she probably won’t enjoy it anyway.
The myth: Your man won’t respect you later.
The truth: So he got what he wanted from you and now wants nothing to do with you? I’m sure this happens occasionally but with more than just anal sex but any sort of sexual activity. Most men though, are modern enough to see anal sex as just one component of healthy sex life. And because of the taboo of anal sex, it might actually help you feel closer and more emotionally bonded to your partner.
The myth: It will cause you physical damage.
The truth: Having any sort of sex the “wrong way” could cause damage. Think about it: If you are vaginally dry and don’t use additional lube, you can cause micro-tears in the vagina. The same thing can happen in anal sex. Granted the vagina does create it’s own lubrication usually (depending on hormones etc.) and the anus does not but that just means real lube (not saliva) needs to be used for a healthy experience.
The myth: You don’t need to use condoms when you have anal sex.
The truth: This is a misconception because many people think that because there is no pregnancy risk that you also don’t need to use a condom. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Most STDs are transferrable through the anus (chlamydia, gonorrhea, infectious hepatitis and HIV). Some even more so, because the lining of the anus is much more thin and can be broken more easily if too much dry friction occurs (again, please refer to the importance of lube use).
The myth: Once you give your partner anal sex, it will be all he wants.
The truth: It’s no secret, many men do cop to the fact that they enjoy the additional tightness the anus affords as compared to the vagina. But most men don’t want to give up the main entry either. Vaginas are still revered. Anal sex tends to be a “treat” mixed into your regular sexual repertoire of play.
The myth: Your anus will get all stretched out.
The truth: Just like the myth that the vagina gets irreparably stretched out from childbirth, this is also a misconception. There were rumors in the late seventies of groups of men who engaged in so much anal activity that they actually lost control of bowel movements. Regular, healthy use of anal sex will not lead to this outcome. Through regular anal sex, your anus does learn to become more relaxed but much of that has to do with your ability to relax yourself mentally for the act. And we all know that the vagina accommodates a wide range of penises, the anus can too — with the right introduction.
The myth: It’s dirty (literally).
The truth: This is probably one of the biggest misconceptions. The anus and the lower part of the rectum actually have very little fecal material in them, which means it tends to not be nearly as dirty as you think. This doesn’t mean you should transfer the elements into the vagina by having anal sex and then vaginal sex though because they are two different environments, even microscopic fecal elements can cause vaginal infections. Just be sure to clean with antimicrobial soap before vaginal re-entry or just end your sexual exploits for that evening with anal sex. Regardless, if you are still concerned, you can always have a bowel movement prior followed by an enema, if you want to be squeaky clean.
Cosmo

8 Times You’re Misreading Her Sexual Language

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 3 Nov 2014 12:30:00 +0100

Here’s a scary thought: you could be completely wrong about how good you are in bed. You could be reading her signals to “please stop that right now!” as signals to keep going. Because every little sound and movement is so subtle when you’re in the act, it’s easy to have little misunderstandings that stop her from experiencing the big O. Here are times you’re misreading her sexual language.

1. She wiggles when you’re down there
Have you ever had your partner sort of wiggle when you were performing oral on her? Maybe shake her hips a little or kick her legs a little? And did you think she was wiggling with pleasure?
If a woman is enjoying what you’re doing down there, she’s going to stay mostly perfectly still. If she’s moving her hips or legs around, she’s trying to encourage you to wrap things up.
2. When she’s bouncing on top
Has it ever happened that your partner was on top, and she was bouncing up and down, and seemed to be enjoying herself so much, that you then grabbed her hips and tried to help guide her movements? Helping her bounce, essentially, more? Did you think you were helping her climax?
Usually when a woman is on top, she knows exactly how to move to get herself to orgasm. Any sort of “assistance” you give her is just getting in the way.
3. When she’s holding her breasts
This is another thing that women will do when they’re on top sometimes: hold they’re breasts. Maybe you took that as an indicator she wanted you to grab and touch her breasts.
She’s holding her breasts because it hurts when they bounce up and down during sex. She’s pain managing. Unless you’d like to hold them perfectly still for her, just let her handle those for now.
4. When she wants more of “that”
Whatever “that” is, if you’re doing that, and she likes it and says “more of that,” trick question: do you actually do more of that? But, really?

For some reason, sometimes when men hear “more of that” they think they should do “that” faster, harder, more aggressively etc. We don’t mean do a heightened variety of whatever you were just doing. We mean, literally, do exactly what you’re doing for longer.

5. When she really gets into it, down thereIf your partner is performing oral on you, and she starts to get really into it, moving faster, applying more pressure and just generally getting a little more aggressive (in a good way) do you know what you’re supposed to do? Don’t take this as a sign that you can then push her head or grab her hair. You don’t get to be aggressive just because she is. If you like what she’s doing, tell her with your words and your sounds of pleasure. But other than that, let her do her thing, hands-off.

6.When she rolls onto her sideIt’s probably happened that, while you were in some form of missionary, your partner rolled onto her side. And then you gently rolled her all the way onto her stomach and moved into some position from behind. If she wanted to roll onto her stomach that’s what she would have done. There are a lot of great pleasure spots you hit when having sex on your sides. She got on her side because that’s what she wanted.
7.When she’s touching herself
If your partner starts touching herself during sex, do you think that’s a demonstration of what you’re supposed to do for her?
Generally if a woman wants you to touch her, she’ll ask you to. If she’s touching herself, it’s because she knows just what to do at this moment to reach orgasm. Don’t interrupt!
8. When she gets acrobatic
If you happen to have a flexible partner, good for you. She might contort her body into some fun positions during sex. But is that supposed to be interactive?

Just because she’s lifted her leg up somewhere doesn’t mean you can then push it further into that position. She knows the limits of her own body—she’s stretched as far as she can!

Guide To The Perfect One-Night Stand

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 2 Nov 2014 01:00:00 +0100

Have you ever taken a lady home expecting to “hump and dump,” but she wanted to start dating after? Or worse…she lingered all morning and refused to leave? If these scenarios sound eerily familiar, that’s because the world of casual, no-strings-attached sex can be a slippery slope to navigate—and chances are, you’re doing it all wrong.

Abide by our “do’s and don’ts” and you’ll have flawless, one-night-only encounters from here on out.

The General Rule of Thumb

DO: Go for it! Give yourself permission to engage in having a one-night stand. Far too many people are concerned with how they should act, will be perceived, or what is considered moral that they never allow themselves to delve into casual encounter sex-capades.
DON’T: Be a dick. Seriously. Even if you never plan on seeing her again, treat the woman with respect. She’s someone’s sister or daughter! One-night stands should be considered a pleasant surprise—not your God-given right.

The Protection Plan

DO: Remember the importance of wrapping it up! Bring a condom with you before going out. If you forget, (discreetly) stop and pick one up before you head home. Otherwise, stick with everything but intercourse. Better to be safe than sorry.
DON’T: Get too caught up in the moment to use a condom. Halting foreplay for a couple of minutes to grab a rubber is a way better scenario than dealing with an STI or unplanned pregnancy later on.

The Dirty Details

DO: Consider talking about your fantasie. One night stands can be great for sexual experimentation as long as everyone is on the same page of what is going to happen.”
DON’T: Do anything freaky if it wasn’t discussed ahead of time. For instance, don’t tell someone that you want them to call out ‘Fuck me daddy!’ while engaging in vigorous intercourse if this was not agreed to beforehand.

The Sloppy Situation

DO: Before you go home with someone while drinking, assess whether she seems sober enough to be making a clear, rational decision. If you feel like she’s had too much to drink, set her up on your couch with water and Aspirin. It’s respectful to her, and you’ll feel better about yourself in the morning too
DON’T: This goes without saying, but don’t try and persuade her to have sex with you if she says no. Asking a second and third time will only make you look desperate and annoying. No means no. Period. Exclamation point.

The “Talk”

DO: If you’re not looking for anything serious, just say so. It’s much better to be upfront about what you want so she’s not confused, and it’ll save you looking like an ass later. Communicate what you are looking for. Communication is really the lube of having great sex.
DON’T: Wait to tell her you’re not looking for anything serious until after you get it on. It’s not fair to her, period, if you know you’re going to bounce right away.

The Exit Strategy

DO: Offer her cab money or a ride home. Guys rarely, if ever, consider this simple gentlemanly gesture. Plus, it will soften the blow that comes with uncomfortable departures, and she’ll appreciate it more than you know.
DON’T: Make up a lame excuse about why she has to leave. “I totally forgot I have breakfast with my mom at 10 a.m.” is not only a crock of shit, but also, extremely rude. At the very least, plant the seed the night before with something viable. “I’m going to be so hungover for my football game tomorrow morning,” holds significantly more merit.

The Morning After

DO: Gauge whether or not she wants to have morning sex. Wrap your arm around her and gently stroke her stomach or kiss her neck. If she doesn’t take the bait, she’s not into it. If she reciprocates, do her a favor and brush your teeth first.
DON’T: Expect a morning delight just because she gave it up the night before. She may be uncomfortable, too hungover, or—apologies for being blunt—she just might not find you attractive when she’s sober.

The Follow-Up

DO: Be open to the idea of seeing her again. If you happen to hit it off with someone and you’re really enjoying her company, there’s no reason a one-night stand can’t turn into something more.
DON’T: Make promises you can’t keep. Don’t let someone know you will text them in a few days if you have zero interest in seeing them again. Instead, just don’t bring it up.

10 Things Men Love To Hear

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 2 Nov 2014 01:00:00 +0100

In a relationship, it’s not only women who like to hear that they look nice, or that they’re wanted. Whether it’s a simple compliment to kick off his day or something deeper, these affirmations will strengthen your bond.
1.”I respect you”

It might seem old-fashioned, but men and women are different. We don’t think the same, talk the same, or respond the same to similar situations. Women want to feel loved, cherished and safe. Men want respect. Since men often withdraw when they don’t feel that respect, it’s worth giving him the positivity he craves. A man wants to know that you are focusing solely on him and that he is your priority. When you do focus on him, you will get so much in return.

2. “You look handsome”

It may sound obvious, but men enjoy a good ego-stroking, especially when they’re not trying to impress. Whenever my fiancé groggily tells me I look nice in the morning, before I head out the door for work, it makes me feel unstoppable for the rest of the day,” says Charles , 30. “It’s one thing to hear it if we’re going out to a nice place, but when she tells me I look dapper when I’m on my way to the office, it gives me a renewed confidence.”

3. “Thank you”

It’s easy to overlook the small gestures, like when he swaps out his toothbrush head for yours or straightens up the apartment even if you’re not having friends over. Instead of issuing a passive aggressive, “it’s about time!” thank him.Catch him doing something right every day, whether it’s that he made your coffee just the way you like it, or holds the door for you, tell him how much you appreciate his efforts and, above all, be specific about what he did and how it made you feel. That way, he’ll know exactly what he’s done well, and he’ll do it more often.

4. “I trust you”

You’ve probably got this one covered, but communicating it is all in the timing. The best time to share your feelings with your guy is just before or during sex, At that time, levels of oxytocin, a hormone that enhances feelings of trust, love and intimacy, are elevated, making it the very best moment to love talk with your partner. It’s also the ideal time to let him know what you want from him in the relationship, as he will be the most receptive and open.
5, “I’m listening”

Men communicate differently than women, tending toward reticence when they’re upset. When this happens, don’t badger him, but do let him know that you’re there for him, and when he does begin to talk through his issues, don’t interrupt him or offer any unsolicited opinions. Let him feel safe and unjudged. Couples that really hear each other are happier in their relationships, and experience lower levels of depression and anxiety.
6. “Good morning. Let’s get frisky!”

Perhaps you shouldn’t use that quote verbatim, but let him know that if he wants to be intimate with you, he needs to set the stage in the morning. You’ve got to stroke the mind before you stroke the behind. If you want to have sex that night, foreplay begins that morning, so send him suggestive texts throughout the day. He’ll get the idea.

7. “Your friends are fun”

There are nights you’d much prefer to stay home with a movie marathon than endure hours of beer-guzzling with his friends, but these guys are a part of his past and it’s important to let him know that you love every aspect of him — even if you’re glad he’s grown up a bit since his keg-stand days. Going to his social events or family functions makes you see your boyfriend through other people’s eyes and remember why you started dating him.

8. “You make me better”

He loves you and will do anything for you, so when you find yourself trapped in a routine and feeling somewhat spark-less, the biggest compliment you can give him is a reminder that he’s improved your life. Remember this morsel from talk show host and Act Like a Lady, Think Like a Man author Steve Harvey: “We men will do anything humanly possible to impress you. You’re the driving force behind why we wake up every day. We drive fancy cars because of women. We dress nice, put on cologne, get haircuts and try to look all shiny and new for you. We do all of this because the more our game is stepped up, the more of you we get.”

9. “I’m proud of you”

Men are very sensitive to performance issues. They worry about disappointing you. Telling him that he’s the best, most loving man has a megawatt positive impact. Men need reassurance that they are doing a good job. Most times when you ask a withdrawn man why he started to shut down, he says, ‘I just didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t seem to get it right, so I just gave up.’ Reassurance and validation is like an inoculation against this.”

10. “It’s not your fault”

We all have bad days, and it’s easy to take out the anger you feel towards your boss on your husband. Although you may know deep down that it’s not actually your man you’re upset with, he still might take your mean words to heart. Instead, level with him about why you’re cranky. He’ll be your best advocate.

ORGASMS IN THE PARK

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 31 Oct 2014 01:30:00 +0100

My boyfriend and I loved to travel. He had the means; I had the time off occasionally. He hates hotels so when we travel he usually rents apartments instead. This time around we went to the city that never sleeps, New York.
We rented an apartment close by central park and it was a beautiful view. During the day we walked round being all romantic and then we go back to the apartment and fuck our brains out.
Friday evening came and I wanted to go dancing. We got dressed, went clubbing, drank like fishes and we both got really tipsy… okay I got really tipsy. We took a cab back to the apartment. He dropped us off by central park.
“We should go for a walk.” I said that laughing.
He laughed too and reached out to hold my hands. We walked into central park smiling and acting like newlyweds. As romantic as this was I couldn’t wait to fuck him again. I was dick whipped… he pussy whipped and we both loved it.
We walked silently, hand in hand. We passed a few people. We stole a few glances at each other as we walked together and I knew he wanted what I wanted. There was a bench close by that was a little covered. Before I could suggest anything he pulled me towards the bench and grabbed me into a kiss.
His tongue separated my lips and invited itself into my mouth. There was a sense of urgency in his kiss. I felt it too. If we were going to fuck, it had to be a quickie. We didn’t need to be arrested because of our horniness. He pulled me to the bench, he sat down. I straddled him but our lips never left each other’s. We kept tongue wrestling and lip biting.
I was wearing a short dress with no bra so it was easy for his hands to get under. The feel of his palm delicately moving from my thighs, to my hips, my waist and to my breast was magnetic. He squeezed gently before softly pinching my nipple. I moaned into his mouth. I could feel my wetness already. I wanted him to hustle that dick into my pussy. I took my lips to his ear. I licked it and he shivered. His ears were so sensitive. I gave it a soft bite and I heard him moan; I smiled.
“Fuck me.” I whispered.
He hurriedly lifted my dress till my breasts were exposed. He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting. I threw my head back with my arms wrapped around his neck. His lips felt so good on my skin. His tongue flicked over my nipple and his teeth grazed them from time to time.
I felt him unbuckling his belt and I heard his zipper. The monster was free to wage war and I was ready to be conquered. He pushed my thong to the side brushing by my clit. I sucked in my breath with a moan and I bit my lip.
“You want more?” He whispered then started rubbing my clit. He continued his sucking and nibbling with my other breast. My body could feel the pressure this pleasure was creating; I was about to explode.
He removed his hand from my clit, and guided his dick into my extremely wet pussy.
“Ah!” I held him tight and placed my face on his head. I moved my hips to receive him happily. His mouth never left my breasts. He moved from one nipple to the other while his dick was stationed inside me. He didn’t move but he was still making my pussy cry.
“Please, fuck me.” ……….and my baby didn’t need me begging too much.
He adjusted holding my waist and he pushed me up, while I came down myself. I didn’t need him to move my hips, I just needed his dick. I zoned out the whole entire park. I tightened my grip around his neck, positioned my hips right and started to ride fast. I could hear him breathing, I was moaning. With every inch of his dick I felt, my moan get louder.
“Shhh! Babe… Ah.” He said but I wasn’t going to shhh anything. I couldn’t. What his dick did to me was too much for the silence he required of me. I rode my pussy all over his dick. His jeans wet with my essence. I opened my eyes to look at his face; he looked at me, our souls intertwined and then behind me we saw the ray of light. It seemed like irrelevant at first till it kept coming closer and brighter. Someone was coming and if it was a policeman, we were definitely getting arrested. I rode faster. I was determined to have an orgasm. The light came closer and so did the pressure in my clit. He moved his hips with me. The closer we saw the lights, the faster our thrusts. I could feel it all over me. My body screamed for him to hit me harder and drive in faster.
“Come on! Yes!” the light was so close, we could hear someone on his radio speaking to someone else. We were going to get caught but I was still going to fucking cum. My Boyfriend was so fast, he was a machine. This was a power fuck. I dug my nails into him and with one final slam my orgasm came crashing. I screamed a moan but he put his hands over my mouth.
“Hello! Are you hurt? Hello!” The policeman was searching for us.
He pushed me off him and covered his open, still rock hard dick with his shirt.
The policeman was in front of us with his light all over our faces.
“Hello, I heard a scream? Is everything alright?” He looked at us a little suspicious.
I was a little drunk… okay, really tipsy but that dick wiped a lot of the alcohol out of me. I was sane enough to have a valid conversation.
“We were being all romantic and I saw a rat!” I quickly said. I was still breathing heavy and my boyfriend was sweaty all over. The policeman wasn’t buying this lie but he didn’t see anything.
“Okay, maybe you should move away from here. We wouldn’t want the rat running up your dress, would we?” How sarcastic.
“No we wouldn’t, babe let’s go.” I stretched my hand towards my man. He got up bending a bit trying to hide his hard dick. The policeman smiled and walked away.
I turned around and pushed him back towards the bench. I sat on the bench while he stood in front of me. I lifted his shirt and took his dick into my mouth. It tasted of me but it didn’t matter. I took him down my throat. I moved my head as fast as I could. He held my head. I could feel him twitch. I wanted to feel his warmness slide all the way down my throat. I needed him to pour it all in me. He moaned in a hiss-like manner. He was going to explode. I saw the torch light rays again. It was now or never. His dick was in sync with my thoughts. I looked up at him; he was biting his lip hard and looking me straight in the eyes. He came in my mouth, tightening his grip on my shoulders and I swallowed. I quickly put his dick back in his pants, zipped him up and he slumped next to me on the bench weak. The policeman walked by us again.
“Still here I see?”
“Yes.” My boyfriend answered. “We are tourists and we love central park.” I just sat there smiling.
“Be careful.” And for the second time, the orgasm was faster than the cop.
After a few minutes, he got up holding out his hand for me. I held on to him and we walked out of the park and headed back to our apartment.
He was hard again in the elevator.
All I remember is pressing the emergency button in the elevator and waking up this morning. How can I jog my memory?

A PROSTITUTE'S BRIEF ENCOUNTER

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 31 Oct 2014 01:30:00 +0100

I have a lot of clients who want to meet me personally; I never meet them personally. I do have several people I meet for a quick fuck; but they are not clients. I don’t get paid to leisurely fuck, usually, I just do it to satisfy my desires.
Like today for instance. I am fucking an older man at 3:00. He wants me for 30-minutes, and he wants to fuck me from behind. He has a shower on site, so I don’t hesitate. Plus, I’ve been fucking him for a year. He provides nice perks.
As I walk towards the front door of Mr. Brown’s condo, he opens the door and welcomes me into his home. He hands me a tall glass of cranberry juice on ice. I drink the beverage rather fast; the tartness of the cranberry is refreshing.
Mr. Brown is wearing a long silk robe, and he immediately shuts the door and hands me a short plaid skirt, a bikini top with the nipples cut out, and a pair of crotch-less underwear. I know not to waste time, and I immediately go behind the curtain and change.
When I appear in the living room, Mr. Brown is pouring a shot of vodka into two glasses. My nipples are beaming hard through the holes on my bikini top; I held the ice from the glass on my nipples.
My shaved pussy is pushed through the long slit in the crotch-less panties, and my skirt is so short that once I bend over, Mr. Brown can easily touch my bare pussy.
Mr. Brown likes my body. He hands me a quick drink of vodka. As I drink my shot, he calls me over closer to him. As I approach, he sits upright and says, “I want you to lie across my lap with your ass up; I want to rub your pussy from the back.”
I place my glass on the table and I walk over to sprawl across his lap. Before I could position myself, he stopped and sucked on my tits for a few minutes. I couldn’t help but moan. I love my tits sucked.
Once I was flat across his lap, he was excited to finger my pussy and feel its wetness. He spread my legs open a little wider. As he pushed his fingers deep inside my snatch, his fingers became covered with liquid. He then pulled his fingers out and circled his fingers over my full pussy. He stroked my labia and teased my ass.
I was horny. I knew what he wanted. I love to fuck older men. I spread my legs wide, so my pussy was opened. Mr. Brown placed his hand over my snatch and held his palm over my muff; I felt my pussy swell. As my legs were wide open and my snatch wet and ripe, he began to finger fuck my pussy deep. I liked it and I moaned.
Mr. Brown said, “That’s a good girl. Yes, that’s a real good girl. Keep fucking my fingers, yes, back and forth. Fuck, you’re good.”
As I fucked his fingers slow, my pussy became so wet. He pushed his hand further on to my pussy, I realized he was trying to fist me. I got excited and I accepted the challenge.
He moved my tiny underwear all the way to the side.
I kept pumping my snatch up and down on his hand. He casually folded his hand into a fist and pushed it closer and harder towards my muff. I liked it, and I started really rocking down on his hand. I was so wet. My legs were spread so wide.
The harder I rocked down on his hand, the deeper he pushed his fist inside my pussy. Once his fist was fully inside my snatch, I said, “Fuck yeah.”
His fist felt like a really thick dick.
As I lie across his lap bucking my snatch against his fist, he slides his full fist further inside my pussy. I moan wildly. I say, “Oh, fuck yeah. Damn that’s hard and big.”
Mr. Brown immediately said, “Call me daddy. Tell your daddy you like his hands on your pussy.”
I reply, ‘Oh, daddy. Please keep fist fucking me. Please, daddy. Oh, yes…Daddy, yes…Fist fuck your little pussy. I’ve been a real good girl, daddy.”
Mr. Brown starts fist pumping my pussy hard. He really gets his body into fucking my pussy hole. He says, “Yeah, fuck me, baby. Fuck your big man.”
I rode his fist strong. He was really getting off on fisting me. He was pumping my pussy deep. I quite liked it too.
I then felt his hard cock press into my face; there was just his silk robe separating his thick dick from my mouth. As I repetitively received my pussy pounding, I heard Mr. Brown say, “Suck my cock. Get it wet.”
I was getting fisted so fast, it was hard for me to grab his thick cock. But when I did manage to make contact, I stuffed his fat dick in my mouth and deep throated his thick manhood. The faster his fist pumped my pussy, the harder I sucked.
Mr. Brown moaned in ecstasy. He said, “Yes, let me fuck that pretty face. Oh yeah, you like it. You like fucking me.”
I mumbled, “Uh-huh.”
I steadily kept sucking his cock as I furiously rubbed my hand up and down his shaft. As I concentrated on the tip of his cock for several seconds, I squeezed his dick hard as I jacked his cock fast into my mouth. I love to suck a big dick. I love when it’s slippery.
I tugged and pulled at his big dick. He liked it so much, he rocked his cock in rhythm with my sucks until he released his cum into my mouth. I did what every good fuck does, I swallowed his cum.
I waited while Mr. Brown pulled his fist from my wet crotch. Once he was out of my pussy, I closed my legs and stood up from the couch. I looked at him and said, “This is the easiest bill I pay each month, Daddy.” I smiled.
Mr. Brown then reached up and slapped my ass and said, “I look forward to fucking you every month, darling.” He closed his robe and tied the belt.
You see, Mr. Brown has an import-export car dealership. My Audi and all other car repairs are paid via my monthly fuck sessions with him.
He has more than one perk that I use to my advantage.
Since I have a few hours before class, I figure I’ll go home and rest for an hour. As I gather my clothes and head towards the shower, I think to myself, “Thursdays are always my horniest days.”

Once You Go Black

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 30 Oct 2014 14:58:00 +0100

One of my greatest fantasies was to shag a white girl. Considering I did not know any white girl beyond those I have claimed on TV, that item on my bucket list remained what it was, a fantasy.
Bucket lists are very important to me and since I had decided to do my masters abroad it seemed like it was going to be ticked sooner rather than later.
So I arrived in London, all my fantasies still with me. I hoped to make it reality.
Six months passed, and the only thing I had accomplished with any white girl was to say ‘Hi’. I was not living on campus, so there was no way I could get myself invited to (or crash) the many student parties that happened every day. To make my quest even more difficult, my class was made up of Nigerians and the ever loquacious male Asians – Indians and Pakistanis to be precise.
It dawned on me that even in the midst of plenty oyinbo, I will still not have any story to tell about shagging a white babe. I accepted that and faced my school work.
Towards the end of summer I decided to get a part-time job. Within a short while, I rose to become supervisor. This “top” position meant that whenever a new person is hired, they have to report to me for briefing and training.
So this particular evening, as I was sitting at the reception, waiting for the others to arrive so we could start work for the day, a new hire arrived. She was tall, slim, and blonde. Her breasts were proportional to her body size. She was wearing a figure fitting blouse and jeans. All of my alarms went off! Something told me this was it. The prophecy was about to be fulfilled. Ok, Ok, there was no prophecy, just a fantasy. I digress.
We got introduced and I did the usual briefing and training. She gave me that pretty smile all the way. Her English was not so good, but I could manage, for the sake of that future white pussy if I could pull this off. She was from Eastern Europe.
Like a week after, as we were walking home, I asked her if she would like to come clubbing with me that night. She refused, saying her boyfriend will not agree to it. In my head I knew she was lying. She had just migrated to the UK; there was no way she could have got a boyfriend so quick. No problem. I was a gentleman; I didn’t mind waiting till she was comfortable.
I waited a whole month. By this time, her English had gotten a bit better, no thanks to me, and she had gotten to like my sense of humor too. The ingredients for her falling for me were firmly in place. So I asked again. She did not even waste time before agreeing, but told me she would be coming with her flat mate. Fine by me.
We met up with her and her roommate that night at the club. I came with my friend too; I wasn’t going to allow any roommate rain on my parade. I felt so sorry for my friend because this girl was HUGE, she was a Man Mountain, she was borderline obese… but he took it like a champ. My friend embodied the true ethos of wingmen.
Before we could say Jack Robinson these girls were knocking back shot after shot of vodka, straight. My date was all over me, happily intoxicated.
By the time we were done partying it had started raining. I wanted to walk them to the Taxi ramp but she said she would rather walk home. In the rain? If she didn’t mind walking in the rain then so be it. I wasn’t going to jeopardize my chance at biracial coital glory just because I was afraid of getting drenched by rain. Not even a flood could stop me tonight.
As we got to her door, she asked if we wanted to come upstairs for coffee. I obliged. Before nko?
She took me to her room and my poor friend was bum rushed into the other room by the ginormous roommate. My friend later told me he had to leave and go home as the girl slept off immediately her body touched the bed. Good for him though. I couldn’t have been happier for him.
So my date, who was by now very tipsy and as it looked, very horny, did not even waste time in letting me know I was going to be her meal that night. She rushed me into a kiss, and before we knew it, we were making out as if our lives depended on it.
I almost asked to be excused to go outside for a moment to give glory when it dawned on me I was about to tick that item on my bucket list. My fantasy was about to become reality and I knew I had to do it well. I owed it to Nigeria and the black race to keep up with the good works of my ancestors, of those who were here before me. This one too must go black and never go back. I slowed her down and pushed her gently on the bed.
As she lay back, she freed her hair which was always in a cute bun. I had never seen it like that before. The room was dark, and her blonde hair on the pillow was like a ball of fire. Blood began to rush from every artery in my body southwards.
I took off her blouse and shifted her bra to reveal her breasts. The pinkness of the nipples sitting atop her well formed, perky boobs peeked at me, just as her eyes continued to look right into mine searchingly. She wanted me to rush but I was going to take my time. She was going to learn tonight.
Her torso was totally naked and her body lit up the room. She was florescent; she shined bright like a diamond.
With my eyes still fixed on hers, and my tongue tracing circles around her navel, my hands began working on her belt buckle. That gave way and the zip went too. White lace panties, nice…not like it mattered though, panty colour was not going to make me any less horny. She wiggled to allow her jeans slide down her legs as I pulled.
I climbed back up and bit her lower lip. She tried to kiss me, I moved back. I wanted to tease her. She bit her lip and sank back into the pillow. I lowered my face to hers; bit her lip again…and again. She didn’t move. So I parted her lips with my tongue and pulled back again. This time she couldn’t take the teasing any longer. She grabbed my head and planted the wettest kiss on my mouth, her tongue eagerly forcing my lips apart until it was searching every inch of my mouth. Her mouth was so soft. I ran my fingers across her nipples. A moan escaped her throat. I took my mouth off hers and took a breast in my mouth, with one hand cupping the other one as if I didn’t want it to escape.
I sucked on her nipple, “bite it” she demanded. I bit ever so lightly.
“Bite harder!”…I did as I was told.
She writhed as another moan escaped. She began to struggle with my shirt.
I pushed her back and took off my shirt… then my jeans. She was already taking off her lace panties.
My hand found its way to her well shaven, swollen pussy. I rubbed on her clit, she was dripping wet already. But I was on a mission. Kissing in between her thighs, I worked my way slowly up north. She knew what was coming, she was shaking uncontrollably already. With my tongue, I parted the lips of her pussy. That was one of the most beautiful I have set my sights upon. Her juice ran down my tongue as I sent shockwaves up all the way to her brain.
My thumb pushed up her hood leaving her clit at my mercy. Her clit was the size of my pinky. My tongue went to work, flicking her bean as it grew more turgid and pinker. My index finger was already at work in her pussy too, in and out and upwards searching for her g-spot. She had become uncontrollable.
“I am cumming” She breathed.
As if this was my cue, I finger fucked her faster and harder while sucking on her clit even harder. She froze suddenly, with only her lower body twitching. She came very hard and screamed “fuck me, fuck me right now”
Isn’t that why we are here?
But I wasn’t done eating that pussy. I wanted her to sit on my face and she did. Damn, this white babe owned my face. She rode it as if it was a Symbian. My tongue went so far up her pussy I was very sure I could taste her womb. Yet she kept grinding that pussy on my face. I almost came at the sheer experience and sight. But I held on, this was not about me alone. This was about the black race. I had a reputation to preserve.
Before I could make a move, she spun round and grabbed my dick. She cut open a pack of condom and rolled it down my shaft effortlessly. Oh, that was efficient. She didn’t need to give me head, her pussy was on fire and my dick was at the point of eruption. We both needed to fuck for fear of passing out due to the built up tension.
She straddled me and slowly slid my dick inside her absolutely wet pussy and gave me the ride of my life. As she fucked me, her blonde hair was flying all over the place; my mouth, my eyes, all over the damn place but who cared? NOBODY!
In the space of 5 minutes she had changed position on me 3 times. This babe was just exactly as was described on the package.
Her pussy, warm and absolutely wet, took my whole dick in. I was hoping her pussy won’t suck my balls in as well. I sat upright so she could wrap her arms around me as she rode me like her hired mule. She dug her fingers into my back as she released herself on my dick again. Her orgasm was so violent her nails drew blood.
She got off me and positioned her ass before me, all up in the sky. “I want you to take me from behind and fuck me hard…fuck me like a bad bitch”.
She didn’t need to ask. I slapped my dick into her pussy. Her wetness was one of a kind. She screamed. The sweat dripped from my brow. I kept slamming into her, grabbing her waist for support with every stroke I gave. I could feel my own release close by so I rammed into her faster.
I knew I was close, I could feel it. I knew if I didn’t cum now my brain may never function properly again. The intensity was overwhelming. I took out my dick and flipped her over. I angled myself into her pussy again as she wrapped her legs around me. She didn’t just lay there taking it; she gave back up as much as I gave into her. This woman was a champ for real. I grabbed the bed as I gave the last thrust everything I had and came with a grunt. She held me as I went through my throes of passion and when I was done she let me go so I flopped over beside her.
I was spent but before I slept I heard her whisper “black is beautiful.”
The black race had won. She was never going back.

6 Foods That Boost Your Sex Drive

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 30 Oct 2014 14:47:00 +0100

If you find you’re more eager to sleep than have sex on an everyday basis, your sex drive may need a booster shot. Your diet may be the reason you are not feeling very sexual lately. Aside from eating healthier, there are few specific picks you should chow down on to boost your libido and make you feel sexier than ever.

1. EGGS: Want breakfast in bed, followed by morning sex? Opt for an omelet. The protein in eggs can boost energy and focus—two things you can always use during sex. Plus, they’re a good source of vitamin B6, which helps balance your hormone levels and regulate libido.
2. CHOCOLATES: Not only does chocolate improve your mood, it can also boost your libido.Chocolate is a great aphrodisiac, and it contains magnesium, which can make you feel very relaxed. Science says dark chocolate contains a compound called phenylethylamine, which was shown to release the same endorphins triggered by sex.
3. OATS: Your morning meal can actually boost testosterone, which helps your sex drive. Plus, oats contain L-arginine, which has been used to treat erectile dysfunction and been shown to improve blood flow to the clitoris. That’s reason enough to choose this over a slice of bread tomorrow.
4. LETTUCE: A bowl of salad will help your waistline and rev your sex drive. Lettuce contains an opiate that helps to activate sex hormones. Have a bowl at dinner and you’ll be ready to go by the time you turn in for the night.
5. GINGER: King Henry VII and the ancient Asians were astute when using ginger for medicinal purposes. In the 21st century, those of us who know about botanical-ceuticals know that ginger helps circulation temperature adjustment, mucoid detoxification (mucus-like residue that can coat your GI tract) and also a libido enhancer. Whether raw, in supplement form, or added to your favorite drink, ginger also lends itself to defense against hard cold and flu season. Because trying to get frisky with a runny nose never ends well.
6. WATERMELON: if you’re really looking for a sweet libido-booster, stick to a slice of watermelon. Although it’s 92 percent water, that remaining 8 percent of fruit is jam-packed with vital nutrients for sexual health. Researchers reported finding in 2008 that watermelon has ingredients that delivered Viagra-like effects to the human body’s blood vessels and could even aid in increasing libido. Watermelon contains a phytonutrient called citrulline, which the body converts to arginine, an amino acid that boosts nitric oxide levels in the body, which relax blood vessels in the same way a medicine like Viagra does.

JANE SEX DIARY

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 30 Oct 2014 14:27:00 +0100

It has been three days since that fateful day. She was getting a little nervous. She had been basking in the warm afterglow of their last encounter and now it was just hitting her. She did a very bad thing, and it might come back to haunt her.

Jane knew the moment she met her sister, Derby’s boyfriend, that she would fuck him. She was not a mean person. Derby has always had a history of going after any guy that Cynthia happens to fall for. For a long time, Cynthia had been on the losing end. She was never able to attract the men Derby liked, until now.
It was a rainy afternoon when everything changed with Dave, Derby’s man. Cynthia was engrossed in a novel when she got distracted by a desperate knock on the door of the small 2-bedroom apartment she shared with Derby in Victoria Island. When she opened the door, Cynthia was greeted by a soaking wet and shaken Dave.

“Oh My God, what happened?” Jane asked as she let him in.
“The rain just suddenly started when I was a couple of bus stops away from yours, it was insane. I have a meeting to get to and I certainly could not go looking like this. So I figured I can come here and see if there is anything I can do about my clothes while I wait for the rain to subside.” He explained.
Jane let him in, and he hurriedly went to Derby’s room.
“I am sorry about barging in like this,” he called out from the room. “I know Derby is at work and I was really hoping I will meet you at home”.

“Oh, it’s no problem.” Jane called back. “Make yourself comfortable.” She said as she went back to her novel.
She really had no intention of fucking him as at that time. She had had an amazing one-night-stand, the night before and had been gloriously and ruthlessly fucked by a guy she met at a club. She was not horny that afternoon, she was mainly bored as the rain had obviously made her afternoon plans go kaput.
In 2 seconds. Everything changed. Dave stepped back into the living room in nothing but shorts, holding

his damp clothes.
“Is there anywhere I can hang these for a few minutes?” He asked.
Cynthia was momentarily distracted by his hot, gorgeous body. She never noticed that before, as Dave was not really that handsome. But apparently, what he lacked in looks, he made up for in body type. He had the kind of body you typically saw in movies. Sculpted, define and fucking Hot. It’s official, she was lusting after him. When she finally looked up to meet his eyes, she could see a little spark of interest there before he cleared his throat. Jane spent the afternoon helping him out with his clothes and wondering when or if she would ever get to ride that body.
–
She got her chance a mere week after that encounter. She and her sister attended a cousin’s wedding. Jane was having an okay time. Weddings were normally an opportunity to check out the boys and decide who to take home for the night. But it does not look that will happen today. As she scanned the crowd, it was obvious to her that there were no potential booty calls.

After the wedding party was over, Dave came back to pick them up. As they got to the apartment, Derby was so exhausted, she passed out almost immediately. Dave decided to take a quick shower since he would be spending the night as it was late.
Jane decided that this was her chance. She undressed and went into the bathroom a few seconds after him. His shocked expression was replaced with one of pleasant surprise as she went for his dick. His words of protest was swallowed back when she put her lips on his and kissed him fiercely. He slid a finger into her pussy and she squirmed pleasantly. She took a step back from him and spread her legs wide. Using her own hand, she slowly made her way to her pussy and began fucking herself hard with a finger while he watched. Her eyes were on his growing erection as she finger fucked herself harder and harder.

She soon slid two fingers into her pussy. Then three, then four. At this time, she could see that Dave’s dick was large. Threatening to explode. She fucked herself with one hand while holding on to her breast with the other.
“Fuck me now.” She moaned. As Dave moaned towards, she held up a hand to stop him.

“Not with your dick yet. Fuck me with this.” She reached for the toilet plunger and handed it to him.
Dave was shocked. He raised an eyebrow at her as he collected the plunger.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
She took the plunger back from him. With her legs still spread, she pushed the tail end into her pussy.
“This is what I want” She moaned.
Dave took over. He was so fucking turned on at this point that he was not sure how much of this torture he could take. He fucked her slowly with the instrument as Jane bit her lips to keep from screaming with pain, or pleasure, or both.

She held on as long as she could before exploding in one of the most powerful orgasm she had ever had. As she made her way back to earth, she took one more look at the dick she so badly wanted to fuck.
“Okay, now it’s your turn. Fuck this pussy. Fuck this pussy hard.”
Dave was more than ready. Facing her, he lifted one leg up over his shoulder and dove deep into her. She was wonderfully wet. He gave it her all. Fucking her hard as he slipped two fingers in her ass. He now knew she liked it rough and did not hesitate to put two more fingers in her asshole. Jane loved it. She loved that he now got her. She knew Derby was too Vanilla to like sex this rough and she know she was giving Dave something he had never gotten from her sister.

She grabbed her breasts hard as Dave kept fucking her with his fingers and his dick. It was heaven. Dave soon reached for the discarded plunger and stuck it in her ass as he kept fucking her. Jane was going crazy with the beautiful combination of pain and pleasure. She know she would be fucking sore in the morning but she didn’t care. At this moment, all her extremities are being stimulated and she was riding this high till the end. He kept fucking her and hurting her on both ends. She knew Dave was loving it. She never had a man fuck her with this much eagerness before. She knew they now had something in common.
Dave kept fucking her with his dick while still fucking her with the plunger. It wasn’t long before they climaxed simultaneously. __
It has been 3 days since that experience and Cynthia was getting worried that he would not call. Even worse, that he would confess the experience to her sister. She knew she wanted to do more rough things with Dele. She knew he would love the things she had been fantasizing about. She was wondering if she was wrong about him when her phone rang.
“Finally.” She thought….

LOVE HER PUSSY

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 28 Oct 2014 17:59:00 +0100

She came in waves… multiple waves. She came many times over, she lost count of her orgasms as each wave got bigger than the last and she let herself go in wild abandon. Her pussy dripped wet sloppy juice; her voice was hoarse with moaning and screaming his name. Muttering sweet gibberish, his fingers and lips were all over her body. She couldn’t tell which was which anymore. Was that his tongue on her nipples, flicking around them softly and then pulling on them with such intensity it triggered off another orgasm? Or were those his fingers? She couldn’t concentrate enough to figure out what he was doing to her clit. She felt him spread her lips apart and push the hood up till her pink clit was exposed. He licked it or flicked it, she didn’t know but it was such sweet torture. She sprawled and spread her legs wider and raised her hips to meet the source of such pleasure. OMG!Orgasms are a miracle of creation, she thought as her legs shook violently and she arched her back in yet another orgasm. She could barely hear him grunting in approval, she was on another plane of multi-orgasmic dimensions. She knew it was a bit selfish that she could come that much, but then he did say he liked to watch her let go of herself like that.He turned her over face down on the table in the hotel room which she could barely remember how they got there and eased his dick into her so slowly. She let out a long moan-like gasp. Damn! Just having him inside her felt so good! He held on to her waist, adjusted her round succulent ass on his dick. Then he moved inside her… forward and backward.“Gosh baby your pussy is so sweet, damn!” He whispered.She moaned as they both moved ever so slowly against each other. They’d been waiting for this moment such a long time that they needed to savour every moment.They met at the airport 6 months ago. Her flight to Port-Harcourt had been delayed for nearly 2 hours and she had been concentrating on her phone which she was using to rant about the airline’s inefficiency and Nigeria’s general ineptitude.“Is this seat taken?” A male voice interrupted her social media rant.Barely looking up, she waved him aside “No.”He eased himself beside her, almost invading her personal space but not quite. He stretched his long legs and his shoes caught her eye, shiny, black, expensive looking. Then she looked up and noticed his well-tailored trousers, fleetingly checked out his package as her eyes travelled up his body to his face. His eyes were waiting for her in a half smile.“Henry” he stretched out his hand for a handshake.Though she didn’t like strangers who were too forward with their familiarity, she smiled back as she shook his hand.“Kemi.”That was the beginning of a conversation that would last 6 months. Six months of phone calls, texting, sharing confidence and intimate thoughts, sexting, sending nudes but they had never found the right time to meet up. He lived in Abuja and she lived in Lagos. They both had demanding jobs that took all their time. All that waiting had built up so much longing. They both planned a weekend getaway to Calabar for the Christmas carnival. What a Christmas gift this was turning out to be.He grabbed her butt and squeezed as he went in and out of her, her ass raised just in the right position to take his fully erect, hard dick. His dick filled her hot, wet pussy and she tightened her pussy walls so he could feel every pulsating bit.“Fuck!” she gasped. “Why the fuck did we wait this long? This feels too good!” She groaned.He lifted her from the table and carried her to the bed, turning her around to face him. She spread her legs wide open to receive him. He slid his slightly curved dick as he leaned into her.“Oooooh” she moaned as she wrapped her long legs around his well-muscled back and threw her arms around his neck.His throbbing dick inside her was the gift that kept on giving, it didn’t seem like she could get enough of his as he moved in out of her with more urgency. She dug her nails in his back and he pushed them closer and closer to the edge, she moaned and said to him…“Tell me, do you like it?”He grunted back… “I love it and from now I’m going to fuck this pussy like it’s mine and mine alone.”His words tipped her over the edge into another shattering orgasm but this time he was right there with as he let out a loud groan as he poured himself into her.This was going to be a weekend to remember.

8 TIPS THAT WILL MAKE MEN BEG YOU FOR A DATE

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 24 Oct 2014 18:37:00 +0100

As a dating coach, I speak with amazing women over 50 daily about their dating lives. They communicate the desperation they are feeling about ever finding a good man to share their lives with.

Online dating has become a tremendous source of frustration and failure for them. Many become despondent at the very thought of having to go back online after a relationship ends. In fact, quite a few have completely stopped dating because the constant rejection or disinterest from men over 50 has become too painful for them.

After asking a couple of questions about their dating lives, I’ve consistently found most women really don’t understand who these over-50 men are or what they are looking for in the women they’d like to date.

I’d like to share with you eight tips about men that you can start using right away. I’ve had clients use this advice and go from zero dates on their calendars to men falling over themselves to get to know these ladies better.

Tip 1. Appreciate a man for who he is.

Men are wonderful but they aren’t women. They don’t think like a woman, nor do they communicate like a woman. This means don’t expect a man to act like a woman or you’re guaranteed to be disappointed.

Tip 2. Men over 50 love when you bring their masculinity out in them.

They have no interest in competing with you. To them, that’s like dating a man. The key is learning to come into your true feminine power that compliments their masculine power.

Tip 3. Men show you love with their actions.

Hollywood has messed with our heads on this one. On the big screen, they show us men like Tom Cruise’s character in the movie, Jerry McGuire, professing his love with romantic speeches that end in the famous words, “You complete me.” Real men show you their love by cutting your grass and giving you their coat when you’re cold. If you expect love to come in words, you could be waiting a very long time.

Tip 4. Men want to give to you.

Let them open the door for you or change that light bulb you can’t reach. It makes them happy to please you. All they want in return is to be appreciated and thanked. If you do this, they’ll do anything you want, which leads us to Tip 5.

Tip 5. Don’t criticize the job a man is doing for you.

He’s doing his best and yes, you may be able to do it better or faster than he can but don’t. It makes him feel emasculated. If he has offered to do something for you, allow him to do it his way. Otherwise, the next time you ask for help, he’ll tell you to hire a handyman. He doesn’t want the aggravation of not being able to do anything right for you.

Tip 6. When you’re dating a man over 50, don’t place demands on how he must be or what he must do in order to date you.

Men tell me again and again how much they dislike profiles of women who demand nothing less than the best restaurants or a certain salary to date them. Men have had enough of the demands put on them at work and from ex’s. The last thing they want to do is meet yours before you’ve even gotten to know each other.

Tip 7. Don’t try and remodel a man by making him your pet project.

Either accept him for who he is or let him go and move on.

Tip 8. A lot of men over 50 are pretty insecure when it comes to asking you out.

Having been rejected time and time again by so many women, they aren’t too quick about putting themselves back in a vulnerable position unless it feels safe to do so. If you like a man, encourage him with eye contact, a warm smile or a flirt online to let them know you’re interested. Remember, men weren’t given a dating rule book with their divorce papers either. So be kind to them and understand that as scared as you feel about dating, most of them are too.

EX STORY _ AFTER SCHOOL SPECIAL

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 10 Oct 2014 13:18:00 +0100

I watched my distractedly as my teacher went on and on, my vagina getting wet. My friend next to me kept showing me stories of people having sex. True stories and fictional. One even about a girl fucking her dog. Which I did want to do soon. I smiled to myself, imagining fucking my German Shepard. I know it’s wrong in a way…but doesn’t mean I can’t try it. Right? When the bell rung I sprinted out of the room, grabbing my stuff and going to my bus. I could feel the juices from my pussy soaking my panties.

“How can I get this wet?” I mumbled to myself.
“What?” my friend asked as she walked up beside me.
I looked at her in shock, “I…uh…mean…um…” I stumbled for words.
She chuckled, a look of lust filling her blue eyes. “Don’t worry, it’s fine by me.” she whispered, her hand lightly brushing my left butt cheek.

Chills ran up my spine as a weird feeling filled me. “Um….Brittany what are you doing?” I asked.
“Nothing…” she hummed as we got onto the bus.
On the ride home Brittany had rubbed my thigh four times, each sending a weird feeling to my pussy. My pussy ached for me or someone else to touch it, the wetness growing. Brittany looked at me, “You look stressed.” she whispered.

I swallowed, “You’ve never done this before….why are you doing it now?” I asked.
She frowned but then smiled, “I went through your diary….on your ipod…by the way…not the best place to put a diary.” she started. I glared at her before she waved my glare off and continued. “And you had talked about how much you wanted to make out with a girl….to suck her pussy…to fuck her. I thought…giving you hints….I’m a lesbian….”
I smiled, “Well…you could have told me that before.”
“Thought you wouldn’t want to be my friend.” she replied
“Why? Just because you’re a lesbian? Pfft…I would still be your friend.”
“Good but…anyways….so I just…you said you were wet and I love teasing people. Boys and girls…alike.”
I nodded, my mind swirling with thoughts. My pussy ached so bad and I was so tempted to ask her to fuck me now but knew better. I turned to her, “Okay…since you teased me and read my private diary….I need to punish you.” I said, grinning.
She looked at me with curiosity. “Oh and what’s that?” she whispered seductively.
“Since my parents won’t be home until ten tonight….and it is a Friday after all….thought you could come to my house and we could….do a little something. Of course…I still need to punish you during it but my pussy is really wet and aching.” I said
She smiled, “Okay.”
—
When we got to my house I quickly locked the front door and slammed Brittany onto the couch. I mounted her and smiled, “I’ll save the punishment for later.” I said as I kissed her full on the lips.
She kissed me back as our tongues went into each other’s mouths. We made out for about five minutes before getting to the fun stuff. And boy was it amazing! I’ve only made out with a boy before and it was never this good! Guess a girl knows what a girl wants.
I quickly started to kissed her neck and then her chest. She unbuttoned her shirt and undid her bra as I started to suck on her left nipple. She groaned as she dug her nails into my still clothes back. I growled back. I lightly bit her nipple, making her moan again.

She started to unbutton my shirt. I sucked on her right nipple as she undid my shirt and my bra. She started to play with my B cup boobs, I smiled and moaned as she played with my nipples. After a while I kissed her stomach and then undid her shorts. When I tore off her lace thong I started to tease her. I kissed around her pussy, making her moan and begging me to suck it. I teased her for two more minutes before I went to her pussy. I smiled, not done teasing yet. I lightly ran my tongue along her pussy. She groaned loudly.
“Oh Bree!” she moaned
I then got rougher, I sucked on her pussy. Making her moan and scream out my name. I then dove my tongue into her hole. She started to pant as I tongue fucked her. She grabbed my head and pushed my face deeper into her pussy.

I then pulled away. I got up and took off the rest of my clothes and then smiled. “69 position.” I said.
She grinned as I mounted, my vagina and ass over her face. She growled as she teased me. I chuckled, of course she would tease me back. I went back to sucking on her pussy again, she groaned loudly. I then moaned as she sucked my pussy back. After a while we started to grind our pussies into each other’s faces.
“Damn Brittany! Oh! Suck my pussy, c’mon baby! Suck it!” I screamed.
She started to tongue fuck me as I humped her face. I then licked her pussy and put my two fingers into her hole. She groaned and panted. She started to hump my fingers as she stopped licking my pussy. My pussy ached so much it was starting to make me over whelmed. After five more minutes she orgasmed. She screamed as she squirted. I stared at her shocked.
“You can squirt?” I asked, bewildered.
“Yeah…kind of mastered it…but dam….you finger fuck good!” She then nudged me off. “One sec, I have something.”
I watched as she dug into her secret bag she always kept in her book bag. she looked at me and noticed I was rubbing my pussy. “No. Don’t rub it yet.” she ordered.
I stopped rubbing my soaking wet pussy as she pulled something out. I gaped at it. It was a strap on, a nice long purple strap on cock. It had to be at least seven inches long. She smiled.
“Are you a virgin?” she asked
“Nope….just fucked my ex….last week before we broke up yesterday.” I replied
“Good.”
She put on the strap on and then lied me down. She mounted me and grabbed a bottle of lube she had. She rubbed it onto the cock and then smiled. She bent down and kissed me as she slowly shoved the cock into me. I groaned, starting already to hump it. She started out humping me slowly but then got faster and rougher each minute. Soon she was full out fucking me.

“Oh my…Brittany! Fuck me bitch! Fuck me! Oh god!” I screamed.
“Yeah that’s it baby! That’s it, you take my cock!” she yelled.
She fucked me even harder, jamming the cock into my hole. I suddenly got the feeling I needed to pee. “Britt I need to pee.” I groaned.
“No you don’t….just let it go when you climax.” she whispered
She then licked my nipples as she fucked me. I screamed as I climaxed. Doing as she said I let the ‘pee’ go. Turned out I was squirting. I moaned loudly as she groaned as well.
After I was we both collapsed. “Dam…that was good.” she mumbled
“Dam yeah it was.” I replied back, kissing her neck. “I’m not done yet though…still horny as hell.”
“Same here babe.” she replied.
“Trust me…it’s so fucking amazing! Gets me horny.”

3 CUNNY FUCKERS

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 29 Sep 2014 12:38:00 +0100

‘Japh owned that dick? What had he done to deserve such a blessing? How could God package that awesomeness in one man’s pelvis? ‘ she mused.
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Godwin, her boyfriend, satisfied her. He knew where to touch her. Her boobs, clit, under her ankle. He knew it all but she always thought of Japh whenever she was under Godwin. Trouble started after she accidentally saw Japh naked. He’d spent the night at Godwin’s one weekend. She’d entered the spare room to inform him that

dinner was served and had met him stark naked, in the process of pulling on his boxers. It was laying limp but looked intimidatingly ‘heavy’ between his thighs. Godwin was endowed too, but Japh was the king of dicks. Chocolate in color, it had veins on it like they wanted to pop out. The tip was shaped like a Kangol cap, big and beautiful. Lollipop, Japh’s girlfriend, was a lucky girl.

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Chi had to buy a new Blackberry just to sext with Japh. She had pictures of him naked and various pictures of his enormous penis in turgid and flaccid state. The pictures became her wank-spur. She’d had countless multiple orgasms because of Japh. Every time she closed her eyes to sleep or daydream, he was there… her illusion… fucking her. Once, whilst Godwin was fucking her, she almost screamed our Japh’s name as she climaxed a third time but caught herself. The need for him was getting too much. She needed to fuck him but she didn’t know ‘How’ she was going to work it out. Godwin would shoot her if he knew she harboured such thoughts for his friend. She had to think up a way to have Japh.
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‘I need to fuck Japh… if possible, fuck Japh and Godwin together…Those two shiny chocolatey dicks… I must fuck them together in a ménages-a-trois’ she thought in delight. ‘But how would I get Godwin to agree?’ she said to herself

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Chi didn’t fancy Porn but she needed to drop hints for Godwin and see if he would take the bait. She bought Videos that was mostly based on threesomes and crazy orgies and left them within reach. After two weeks of endless baiting, Godwin got the message. In truth, Godwin had always wanted to try out a threesome but he couldn’t bring himself to ask Chi for it. He didn’t want her to think he regarded her as cheap so he let it go. With all the subtle hints she’d been dropping, he wondered if she would be game if he asked her nicely.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
A day to Godwin’s birthday, Japh gave a condition for his attendance.
“Guy, I go bunk your side when party end oh. I no fit drive go house make Vigilante no frog jump me”. He told Godwin who didn’t seem to mind. Chi had overheard their phone conversation and was over the moon. She hoped the birthday party would avail her the opportunity to get both guys; if not together, then separately. So long as she got both dicks.
‘Cunny man die, Cunny man jubilate’ she thought and sniggered in mischievous delight.

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On the morning of his birthday, Chi woke Godwin up with her tongue. His morning wood had been huge but since he was still asleep, she decided to help him out. Thankfully, he slept in the nude so it wasn’t a difficult task to push aside his cover cloth and cover his dick with her mouth, slurping him happily till he jerked awake. He lay there, enjoying the flicking of her tongue and struggling to hold himself from exploding. After a while, she released him and smiled as he scampered into the bathroom to relieve his over-burdened bladder.
Godwin returned to the bedroom, relieved but still turgid. Chi was pleased. She pushed him on to the edge of the bed and gave him a lap dance, stark naked. Enjoying every bit of the seduction, Godwin lay back and thrust out his pelvis, using his thick dick to brush against her ass as she twerked on him. Unable to hold back her need, she sat on his dick and rode, reverse cowboy, jiggling his balls as she moved on top of him. He groaned out in pleasure, grabbing her waist and pushing into her from underneath.

She rode him for a bit and got up, kneeled before him and began to suck his dick again, lifting his legs up so she could get access to his balls. She licked and sucked the balls, pushing his legs further up so her tongue could reach his ass. Godwin began to stroke his dick while she slipped her tongue between his butt cheeks, licking his ass eagerly. She rimmed him and enjoyed his groans of pleasure, noting that he was stroking his dick more ferociously. sensing that he was overly excited, she got on top of him again and began to ride him hard, losing herself in the moment as his groans became louder and louder. He grabbed her waist and pushed into her deeper, thrusting in more avidly till her moans made him lose control.
“Chi, you’re the best… The best… best…. Arrrrggggggh…” He growled before shooting into her.
Chi got off him, satisfied that she had boxed him into a corner. She knew that Godwin didn’t like fucking more than once a day. She hoped that by evening when his party had kicked off, he would change his mind.
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That evening, a group of intimate friends of ten attended the birthday party. It was small but there was music, small chops and of course, endless supply of alcohol. They drank, danced and had a good time. Chi ensured that Godwin and Japh were plied with enough alcohol to make them tipsy but made sure she wasn’t too drunk to monitor the events of the party. At about midnight, the other guests left and Godwin staggered into his bedroom and fell asleep almost immediately leaving Japh in the living room while Chi cleaned up. She gave Japh more booze, knowing that he was already lightheaded. when he was ready for bed, she led him into the spare room to sleep.
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After cleaning up, Chi went to join him in the spare bedroom, knowing that Godwin was too drunk to wake up anytime soon. She lay on the bed with Japh and made sure her body made contact. Japh responded almost immediately. In his drunken haze, he began to touch her, thinking of Lollipop, his girlfriend. Chi responded to his touch, kissing him and touching him back. She reached for his dick and gasped in pleasure at how huge he was. His size made her very wet and she ached to have him inside her.

With her mouth watering, she covered his dick with her mouth and marveled at his scent. His private part smelled like roses and that made her suck him with relish till she gagged as he pressed himself deeper into her throat. She caressed his asshole, and felt him clench. It was the first time anyone would touch him there and he enjoyed The caress immensely. With his dick in her mouth and his asshole manipulated by her fingers, he couldn’t help the floodgates of cum after twenty minutes. Before she knew what was happening, she was on all fours, his huge dick trying to force its way into her moist pussy. It was a hard task because she wasn’t used to his size so he had to add some saliva before he could enter.
“Chineke meeee…” was all Chi could say as he burrowed in deeper, causing her simultaneous pain and pleasure.

While Japh pounded her into a screaming mess, Godwin had woken up, dazed and wondering where she was. He staggered out of his bedroom into the living room and was surprised to find it dark and empty. He headed for the spare room and heard moaning sounds coming from within. He pushed the door open a crack and found Japh fucking Chi. Strangely, he found that he wasn’t mad at the sight that befell him. Rather, he was turned on. He watched them for a bit, feeling his dick grow as Chi’s screams filled the room.

Unable to hold back any further, he walked into the room and stood before them, his dick hard and pulsating. Japh stopped momentarily, expecting the worst. Instead, Godwin placed himself before Chi, yanked off his trousers and boxers and pushed his dick in her face. Automatically, she began to suck him. Japh, seeing that Godwin wasn’t going to protest, began to fuck Chi from behind, making her whimper over Godwin’s dick in her mouth. Godwin grabbed her boobs and squeezed it as she sucked, slurped and gagged. Japh reached to caress her clit, not slowing down on his thrust and was rewarded with a whimper and frantic jerk that announced her orgasm.

But the boys weren’t done yet.
Godwin pushed her down on her back, climbed over her and pushed his dick in so swiftly, he gasped aloud. She was still in the throes of her first orgasm jerking and screaming in pleasure as Godwin stroked her insides from side to side, up and down. Japh watched them fuck, stroking his dick and craving release. Not wanting to be left out, he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked it hungrily, grazing it the sensitive bud with his teeth, making her jerk her hips in in a frenzy. He did the same with the second nipple and in no time, Godwin, unable to keep from cumming, aided by her screams and her sexually contorted face, pushed in deeper and shot hermfull of spunk.

“I’m cumming… Fuck… I’m cumming… Hmmmmm…. Arrrrrrrh…” She announced as she orgasmed a second time and grabbed his ass.
Godwin, spent, rolled off her. Japh wanted to cum too. He turned on on her side, lay behind her, lifted her leg and entered her cum filled pussy. Chi jerked and gasped as thrust into her over and over again… not minding that she was tired out. He needed to climax too and was determined to do it quickly. Grabbing her leg and pushing it higher and wider, he fucked her like and animal. Godwin watched, too tired to do more than shift his position so his dick was within reach of her mouth. Desperate to do something, she pulled him closer and took him in her mouth to stop herself from screaming down the building. Godwin jerked and groaned in pleasure while Japh increased his pace. Chi’s eyes watered at the beating her pussy was getting from Japh’s huge dick but she loved it.

“Touch my clit…. Touch it…” She commanded no one in particular.
Japh reached for her clit, stroking it and fucking her hard while she sucked Godwin hungrily. Japh felt his cum build and grabbed her hair, tugging and caressing it all at once while she sucked Godwin.
Japh began to breath hard. Godwin groaned, clenching and unclenching his butt cheeks. Chi’s pussy was on fire but the clit caress had excited her so much she was on the verge of her third orgasm. All three of them groaned and moaned aloud as they came in unison. Godwin shot into her mouth.
Japh shot into her pussy.

Chi thrashed about like one possessed, her krgasm accompanied by a bad headache and parched throat.
All three of them slept together on the bed, too drunk and exhausted to move.
The next morning, everyone acted like nothing extraordinary happened. They ate and talked about the party and their other friends. Japh left the house after breakfast, while Godwin went back to sleep. An hour after Japh left, Chi got a message on her secret Blackberry. It was from Japh.
“I will fuck you over and over again Chi. And this time, i want you all to myself”.
She smiled, turned off the phone, hid it in its secret place and went to join Godwin in bed.

THE END!

THE YOUTH CORPER SEXCAPADES

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 29 Sep 2014 12:35:00 +0100

It took Herculean effort on my part, to wake up 3am in the morning, every morning, for the past week and a half. I was fed up, tired, irritated, hungry, and angry, half the time. Being called an ‘Otondo Corper’ didn’t help my demeanor.

I despised the soldiers and colleagues as well, they were all so uncouth, shouting ‘double up!’ almost every time I hit the streets of Calabar camp. I had lost all zest for life, as being posted to where I didn’t want, meant to me that my life was on hold for a whole year.

Sick with anger, I was constantly on edge, and in that ‘Don’t Piss Me Off’ state of mind.
On this fateful day, my distraught emotions were amplified by a gnawing feeling of being controlled. I don’t like to be monitored or controlled. I refused to shower at the normal 3am; I had decided I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Joy, go and have your bath, they’ll soon blow the beagle” Shola said frantically, getting dressed.
She was just about the only person I could tolerate, as my bitterness wouldn’t allow me make new friends. I wasn’t feeling tolerable in that moment, and my scowl silenced any sermons she could have thrown at me about ‘stabbing the parade ground’.
My Bunkie knew better than to implore me to wake up, as she had seen the look I gave Shola. Feeling like I had just exerted authority, and broken that insignificant bit of control, I drifted into dreamless sleep.
“Come out! Come out, you fuckers!”

The deep, angry voice registered in my brain.
What the fuck? I opened one eye, and raised my head. Three soldiers were in the room. Two were waking women up, as quietly as they could, obviously assuming that we stayed behind because we were sick. The third one bawled again.

“My friend, will you stand up?! You think I give a fuck what the matter is? You people are thieves! Why don’t you go to the clinic if you’re really sick?!”
*Sigh*
‘It isn’t all black and white, Sir’ I thought to myself.
I was feeling strangely calm, and ready for anything. Not that I was expecting the worst, but in the midst of the cringing, scared women, I felt like a boss. I was on the top bunk, and could be spotted easily. I lifted my head, and put my hand under my chin.

The screaming soldier stared at me in disbelief.
“You. You!” He pointed and came towards me.
“Get down! Get the fuck down!” I slowly rolled into sitting position and jumped down from my bed.
“Sir, I’m not feeling well” I said in a mocking tone, searching my box for my medical report.
Ready to take whatever comes next, I turned to hand him my report.
I lost all coherent thoughts for five minutes; He was so tall. In spite of my 6’1 height, I felt a pang of fear, as he stared down at me, eyes narrowed. He smelled of musk and soap, the kind that drifted, had you turning your head in its direction…

I watched his mouth as he licked his lips. Oh God. The longest stare-down ever, and I was obviously staring. I felt hot between my thighs, as I imagined all the things I could have this god do to me.
I tried locking my pussy from within, but my mind was already giving me pleasure…
“You think you’re something eh?” His rude tone jarred my thoughts.
“Go and squat down like your mates!” I realized staring back at him may have infuriated him the more. I calmly went outside to squat, wriggling my big ass as I walked slowly. I had forgotten about the other two soldiers who were now leaving for other hostels.

“Tscheeew. They now left this mean one for us,” one of the women complained.
He came out and looked at our reports, bawling like a bear.
“You fuckers think you’re smart! Faking medical reports to stay in! Lazy things! Bloody Otondos!” He barked

My legs were hurting. I didn’t care anymore, I wasn’t squatting down. That look of disbelief crossed his face again. I smiled inwardly.
Who was he, really? Was I supposed to be utterly scared of him?
“Look here. You better squat down!” He screamed
“I can’t, my legs hurt” I was getting annoyed. He turned to the other women ” All of you, double up to the parade ground!”
They raced for their lives as he said to me

‘ I’ll deal with you in this camp’. In response, I shoved my report in his direction. Snatching it from me, he almost tore it. He was shaking in anger, obviously outraged at my behavior.
If only such angry energy could be directed at fucking me, for it had been too long I had sex, this camp had cramped my style. Angry at my body’s response to this insolent soldier, I scowled as he began to undermine the report.

“This is bullshit! You have heart failure?!” He protested
“No, heart decompensating due to heart failure” I said coldly.
“Bullshit! Show me that here!” He screamed
Couldn’t he read? I moved closer to his side and began to use my finger to search for the ailment, when he slapped my hand. The bastard. Mad as hell, I turned on him and made for my hostel.
He followed me.

“Hey! Hey!!! Don’t walk out on me! Get back here and take this report!” He shouted
“Eat it, I have more copies!” I turned and spat at him.
“You fucker!! Who do you think you are eh?!” He continued
“What do YOU think that YOU are, eh? Swearing all over the place!
Did you bring us to camp?! Is it when I faint, you’ll know I’m really sick?!” I screamed back.
I was all burned out, crying that he’d dared hit me, however little the slap was, so angry that I wanted to fuck him so bad.

“You liar, you’re not sick! Keep talking that way, I’ll end you in this camp!” He screamed
“You insolent bastard, you’ll end here! You’re nobody, you can’t do…” I screamed back at him while stormed back into the hostel. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back into him, planting a hard kiss on my lips.

His silencing kiss was enough to have me cum, as I was already fired up from previously fantasizing about him taking me. I groaned as he bit on my lower lip and pushed me to the far end of the hostel, his hands on my waist. Making me face the wall, he kissed me from behind, unbuttoning my nightshirt. He grabbed my ass, squeezing and pressing them hard. Pain and pleasure followed into my body, briefly unexplainable.
“You didn’t even wear your uniform….such audacity” he whispered, sounding incredulous. I smiled, and sighed as he kissed my neck, thumb and forefingers teasing my nipples, rough palms mounding my breasts.
Finally, his anger is been directed into sex, Gawd!!!!! Now to fill my pussy with his dick, thats the only way he can pay me back for all the annoyance he caused.
I wanted more. I led his left hand in between my thighs…
“Take it all off..” He ordered.

WOW….men in uniform always turn me on, I was enjoying been ordered around.
I quickly pulled off my shorts and panties, and there I was – in all my naked glory, whimpering and almost weeping as this incredibly hot soldier finger-fucked me, playing with my tits.
“Say Stephan..” He ordered me again, nibbling my ear, I tried. I could only moan it. Shiiiit, the pleasure was killing me internally.

That was his name? Could he be any hotter? “Stephan..” I cried it out, as I buckled, but his weight supported me. I almost came, but not quite yet. I wanted his D. One hand was at his waist, unzipping his fly and dragging out the real soldier.
He brought out his dick and rubbed it all over my naked ass, pre-cum was drooling at the tip of his shaft, I couldnt wait to have that magic stick explore me. Multi-tasking himself, one hand fingering me endlessly,the other hand pressing and rubbing his hard dick over my naked soft ass.

Abruptly stopping his hands and turning me to face him, I quickly stripped him of his uniform. His penis stood at attention as I pulled off his boxers, freeing the monster , and I suddenly became confused as to whether his huge member belonged in my pussy, or in my mouth. My pussy twitched, reminding me of unfinished business down there. Wearing only his boots, I led him to a foam on the floor.

His groan increased when I sat on him, his desire fuelled by my warm pussy, as I rode to please myself. Back facing this rogue, I must have uttered a hundred obscene things as I lost myself in indescribable pleasure. He sat up, pushing his dick inside of me, just enough to make me cry as I poured on him. I was thoroughly insatiably wet, He held me, kissed my neck and my back as I climaxed, my butt and waist popping uncontrollably. I moaned and sobbed, the pleasure had been unbearable, he continued squeezing my boobs, grabbing them with intent of busting them.
“Ready for round two?” He asked as he laid back down and grabbed both my thighs, pulling my pussy from his dick to his mouth…

I couldn’t believe it, the way he pull me onto his mouth like a little girl. I attempted to make it a full 69, sucking on his dick as he kissed my pussy lips, nibbling on my clit, and then sucking on it.
He sucked on it so hard, I had started to feel pain, my legs were shaking. I muffled a cry as he lightly scrapped my clit with his teeth, flickered his tongue to ease the ‘pain’, then sucked on it again.
I couldn’t please him which I dint like. I could do nothing else but moan and whimper, as he finger fucked and suckled me, over and over. When my orgasm neared, he’d stop, and begin again.

I started to cry. I felt tortured, and begged for release, which he obliged. Then he did something no one had done to me before; as I climaxed, waist and back popping over his mouth, he sucked my cum out of me.
I couldn’t muffle my scream. I didn’t know what I was feeling, only that I was out of this world with unbearable ecstasy. I instinctively tried to run, but he hooked his arms under my thighs and held my bottom in a vice-like grip.

“Stephan..please” I whimpered.
I was spent, and I had done nothing for him..
Pussy hot and ringing, he released me to rise and, as I thought, satisfy him in return. He got up, and dressed. I stared at him, uncomprehending.

“I want to hear you moan again, but your people will soon return.” He said, wiping my tears of pleasure.
He kissed me in my protest. “Come to the parade ground by 11pm, for your ‘remaining punishment’..” With amusement in his eyes, he left.
Oh, I was so going!

JUST DO IT

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 29 Sep 2014 12:00:00 +0100

Ebi wanted to sleep so badly. His day at the office had been long and stressful. The traffic back home gave him an instant migraine but he endured. His plan for the night was simple: eat noodles and egg, take a shower and sleep. He declined drinks with his friends because he wanted to sleep. Beer and arguments about Arsenal and Chelsea FC were not part of his Thursday night itinerary.
He finally he got home; showered and made his simple dinner. He had just placed it on the small side table in front of his sofa when his d

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oorbell rang. He thought briefly of ignoring it but whoever was outside was determined to drive him crazy because the person pressed and forget his or her hand on the bell. The ringing was atrociously loud in his ears. He stalked to the door and yanked it open with a deadly frown, without asking who was there.

Ruby’s smile did nothing to erase his frown. She skipped into the house merrily, planting a perfunctory kiss on his lips and commenced a chatter so loud, it was like the squawking of a thousand birds. He envisioned his night of peace, quiet and sleep flutter away and let out an exasperated sigh. He was going to have a fight with Ruby tonight; he just felt it in his bones. Another sigh escorted him back to the living room where he sat down and began eating. Ruby was still chattering. He didn’t know what she was going on about because he had learned a long time ago to tune her out.

“You can’t even invite me to come and eat… its not fair”
This she said as she stuck a fork into his lone egg. He watched her with mounting frustration as she took a big bite and dropped a minuscule portion back. He eyed what was left of the egg in despair.
“Why are you here?” He couldn’t help it; he had to ask.
She gave him a look reserved for aliens.
“Do you need to ask that? Look at me Baby… I’m wearing my FUCK-ME outfit and perfume; what do you think?
Her FUCK-ME outfit was a short halter dress that accentuated her full breast; laid emphasis on her slim waist and bellowed just below the waist, stopping just before her knees. The perfume was J.Lo’s Glow After Dark. Her lips were painted red and glistening and she look absolutely fuckable.
“I’m not fucking you tonight!” he announced and got up from the sofa, leaving the rest of the noodles. She didn’t appear fazed by his rejection. Instead, she picked up the bowl and proceeded to wolf down its content hungrily.
In his bedroom, he stripped off his clothes and entered the bathroom. He was still hungry but he’d rather sleep hungry than listen to Ruby chatter away with the intention of ending the night in coitus. He just wasn’t up for sex. The warm water from the shower soothed his aching body and slowly, he began to relax. He stayed longer than he normally did and when he eventually emerged from the bathroom, Ruby was laying on his bed, naked and touching herself. He watched her squeeze her breast as her fingers strummed at her pussy. She twisted slowly and turned to stare at him, her eyes dark with passion.

“Baby… come here…. come and touch me….”
He sighed. Apparently, there will be no fight tonight. His bone had tiredly misread the situation earlier. His dick stood proudly in flagrant disobedience of his mind; his erection a testimony to its traitorhood. He didn’t go to her though. But he watched her. Enjoying her show. Watched her fingers rub her pussy vigorously, his erection nodding in approval. She squeezed at her breast, sticking out her tongue to caress one nipple. That did it for him. Ruby might be an annoying chatterbox most times but she did know how to tune his sexual knob. As a matter of fact, the only reason he stayed with her for two years was because she was sexually vibrant. She could fuck. And he loved fucking her. He joined her in bed and took one nipple in his mouth. Her clit rubbing became frenzied and he knew she would climax soon.
“Stick it in baby…” She pleaded with passionate eyes.

“I’m not gonna fuck you Ruby… but I’m gonna make you cum. Just keep rubbing your clit.”
She looked disappointed but she didn’t stop rubbing that clit. He took her nipple back in his mouth, sucking on it slowly and squeezing it. Ruby was bucking now and her breathing was becoming labored. He bit the nipple softly and she moaned. He turned his attention to the other nipple, lifting himself slightly above her as he did so. His erection caressed her lap, drawing grotesque shapes with his pre-cum. Ruby grabbed his dick with her free hand and stroked it. The feel of his dick in her hand made her spread her legs wider apart as she tried to urge him to penetrate her. He didn’t. He kept sucking at her nipples.
“Ebi please … please fuck me… I can’t be wanking when you’re this hard … This is waste of erection o” Her begging seemed urgent.

“I’m not going to fuck you because if I do, you would want more and I’m too tired.”
“Ok… don’t fuck me. Just rub the head of your dick on my clit… abeg. Do it so I can cum and I promise I’ll allow you sleep. Please Baby….”
He sighed. He needed release too but he wasn’t going to fuck her. He was serious when he’d told her that earlier. Ruby felt that the world’s problems could be solved by a good bout of active, sweaty sex and he was getting pretty tired of it. He loved her, yes, but he wasn’t gonna spring an erection and start humping anytime her pussy showed up, clean-shaved and wet. He was working on building his sexual restraint because of her and now was a good time to test it. He positioned himself between her thighs, held his dick in one hand and stroked her clit with the dick-head. She arched and moaned aloud.
“Stroke it faster baby…” she commanded him softly.
He stroked her clit, up and down slowly; her wet pussy making his dick glide effortlessly. He was tempted… mighty tempted, to just stick it in her but he held back.

His stroking brought his dick dangerously close to her hole and it took everything ounce of self-will in him to not penetrate. Anytime his dick neared her opening, she would lift her ass slightly in an attempt to take him in. He knew what she was doing and actually smiled at her for the first time that night.
He stroked her clit faster and her breathing became shallow as she squeezed her breast and sucked at her own nipple. The sight of her sucking her own tits always drove him mad so he avoided looking at her and concentrated his gaze on her pussy. With his free hand, he spread her lower-lips wider, looking at her stiff, pulsating clit and jammed his dick on it. She screamed aloud in pleasure. He jammed it a few more times before rubbing the clit vigorously with his dick-head. Ruby’s orgasm rushed to fore and spilled through her as she screamed out her release. He didn’t stop caressing her clit with his dick, steadying her bucking hip with a hand as she trashed about on the bed.

Then, watching her face intently, he began to stroke himself. He stuck two fingers into her and felt her pussy muscles clench instinctively. The action made him stroke faster… his eyes narrowed in concentration, his thoughts dwelling on how wet his fingers were inside her. He tried to imagine his dick inside her soft moist fold and the thought propelled his excitement so high that he shot cum onto her belly. She watched him groan as cum came out is thick creamy bursts. Ruby smiled, sat up and took him in her mouth sucking out the last of his seed. He groaned aloud, grabbing her head a little roughly and jammed into her mouth, back and forth, back and forth till his dick had nothing to offer and his knees buckled underneath him. He fell back on the bed tiredly, trying to will his shaky legs to stop.
“Ebi… I can’t believe you would rather wank than fuck me. See how you tortured yourself… and me. It’s not fair o.” For someone who just swallowed sperm, she seemed really grumpy, he mused and smiled.

“Ok sorry. I’ll make it up to you in the morning before I leave for work. You know morning sex is very sweet….” he told her in between yawns. He was really sleepy now.
Thankfully, she saw it in him. She smiled in understanding and pulled the duvet over his naked body.
“I will allow you sleep; but only because I can see how tired you are.”
“I’m really tired. I had a hectic day at work” he replied stifling yet another yawn.
She leaned to kiss him. Just as her lips neared his, he remembered that she had just swallowed his cum. He dodged her lips.

“You’re not kissing me with that mouth that’s full of sperm!”
“Is it not your own?” she asked as she laughingly headed towards the bathroom to brush her teeth.
“You saw pussy and didn’t penetrate it like a crazed dog… way to go Ebi,” he cheered himself before snuggling into the soft duvet. His last coherent thought, before he fell asleep, was that he truly was building his restraint.
THE END!
QUESTION: How many of you guys can maintain without penetrating?

THE BLUE ROOM

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 29 Sep 2014 11:54:00 +0100

The BLUE ROOM was exactly what the name implied. Lit with dim blue lights, the room gave off an ambience that reeked of sex. There was a stripper pole in the middle of the room, a huge four-poster bed, a small refrigerator and a cabinet with several sex paraphernalia (hand-cuffs, whips, dildos, vibrators, lubes et al) on display. The Special Guest was seated on a chair beside the refrigerator, sipping champagne, when Lolly entered.

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She froze temporarily in her tracks. Even in the dimness, she could tell the color of his eyes. They were steel grey and they stared at her the way a hunter stares at its prey. The look unnerved Lolly but she smiled at him; the smile she used professionally. She moved further into the room, perusing the Special Guest surreptitiously. He was young; probably early to mid thirties and he was fair. His head was cleanly shaved so she couldn’t tell if he was white, mulatto or just a fortunate albino. No words were spoken. Silence was a technique she employed to make herself appear mysterious to her guests. This Special Guest didn’t seem to mind. Lolly went straight to the cabinet to extract the sex toys, wondering what his fetish would be… but his voice stilled her. Deep, baritone and commanding.

“Dance for me…”

Lolly shivered uncomfortably as she tried to make a song selection. Her instincts told her this guy was going to be a bit of a bother and she didn’t like it. She selected DIDO’s “Who makes you feel”, soaking in the soulful sound and allowed the music sway her, trance-like, towards the pole. The Special Guest watched, sipping his champagne and taking in her act without expression. Lolly twisted and twirled, climbed and spun down the pole, making almost impossible turns in the process. Her crotch-less panties exposed her core to his willing but silent gaze. He leaned back on his chair with narrowed eyes, watching her with scorching intensity. For some strange reason she wanted to give her best performance to this stranger who appeared unmoved by her antics. As the song came to an end, Lolly started to peel off her bustier.

“Don’t… don’t remove it. Not yet”

Lolly stopped in confusion. Her gaze travelled down his trousers and she noticed the expected bulge was missing. A nagging fear started to claw at her. Could she be losing her touch, she pondered as she stood still, staring at the guy. He poured another flute of champagne and proffered it to her. She declined.

“I don’t drink alcohol.”

“Hmm… you’re missing something good. Come… sit… let’s talk”

Lolly’s brow went up in disdain. This man paid N750,000 for a private encounter and he wants to talk, she thought in disbelief. But she obliged him. She sat opposite him, her legs spread apart so he could see her goods on offer. She gave his crotch another once over. Nary-a-bulge still.

“What tricks do you plan to entice me with? Mind you, I’m a difficult man to please,” he said with a pompous smirk.

“What’s your fantasy?” She asked him right back.

His smile was like an uneven crescent, chiseled on granite.

“I have none. I fulfilled my deepest, seediest fantasies before I turned 30!”

“Then why are you here?” Her nagging fear begin to morph into a stranglehold around her gut. She wished she could just fuck him, earn the $5,000 he’s forked out for her, and be out of here.

“For kicks… to see if you’re still human beneath that aloof, slutty carcass.”

Lolly took a shaky breath. The Special Guest, not taking his eyes from her, brought out a small pill phial from his trouser pocket and extracted two blue pills from it. He popped the pills into his mouth and washed them down with champagne. He offered the phial to Lolly but she declined with a shake of her head. Taking a deep breath, he leaned back on the chair, his eyes narrowed to slits.

“Give me what you’ve got”

Lolly’s relief was evident. She was now on familiar turf. She sat on the bed and leaned back slightly, reaching down with eager fingers to touch herself. Not taking her eyes off his face, she rubbed her clitoris gently with one hand and grabbed the remote control of the sound unit with the other hand, punching the buttons softly before tossing it back on the bed. The bass boom of the song “Find Your Love” by DRAKE came on, loud, clear and thumping. Lolly was a music buff with eclectic preferences in songs. Toni often told her that her mind was a lyrical archive. She heard the Special Guest inhale noisily as she worked on herself. She was suddenly so horny, her senses heightened by three cups of marijuana tea, the smell of her own juices, the somewhat feral stare from her guest and the sound of Drake’s voice. Lolly wanted her moist core to be impaled by a very stiff, throbbing penis. Her tempo increased as she thought of Micky the bartender – her ever randy, heavily endowed 25 year old plaything. She spread her legs further apart, working her fingers in precise circular motions over her pulsating clitoris. The Special Guest watched her in silence though his eyes had darkened. They kept flickering down to her crotch as she worked her fingers in prolific maneuvers that made her moan softly. Through passion glazed eyes, she noticed a scar on the side of his head and thought it made him look sinister.

She stiffened when he moved abruptly towards her, pulling her to her feet. For her height, she only managed to reach his shoulder. Then he leaned in an attempt to kiss her but she turned her face away, avoiding his lips. He grabbed her face forcefully and glared at her.

“I— I don’t do kisses,” she mumbled in fear.

His forceful grip on her chin reminded her of a drug crazed guest she once entertained. The guy had feasted on a cocktail of cocaine, marijuana and Red Label and had gone crazy. He’d pulled Lolly from the pole in the middle of her private dance routine and hit her hard on her face. The slap made her reel in shock and she fell with an unbecoming thud. Before she could regain her composure, the guy hit her again, smiling morbidly and stroking his small, misshaped penis. Lolly’s face stung from the slaps but she didn’t scream or wail in pain. She bore it like a trooper. Then the guy had a flashbulb moment. He got a whip from the cabinet and thought by flogging her viciously, his penis could increase in size and girth. Neither happened. He hit her till she bled. Luckily, Austin had been watching her via CCTV in his office. The BLUE ROOM had a hidden camera and Austin had tapes of every sordid act that went on in there. Austin bamboozled his way into the BLUE ROOM and roughly yanked the whip from the guy who seemed to have ejaculated at the sight of Lolly’s blood. Several strategic blows later, the unconscious patron was whisked out while Toni took Lolly to a private hospital. She had been unable to work for two weeks and Austin’s mood during that period was near murderous.

“My dear, for $10,000, you WILL marinate in golden showers if I want you to. Now kiss me. And make it worth my while” he growled.

Not wanting to aggravate him, Lolly slowly touched her lips to his in a gentle kiss, her tongue flicking as she tried to gain access into his mouth. He remained resolutely still, like a statue, but his lips were surprisingly soft. She nibbled at them teasingly and felt his heartbeat quicken in response. Suddenly, he pushed her away in disgust and turned his back to her with a furious snort. Lolly’s confusion and frustration threatened to spill. What did this man want and why doesn’t he just say it, so she could get this over with and go home? Her thoughts were furious but she remained calm.

“Thrill me…” he commanded, not bothering to turn around.

“I’m trying to do so but it’s kinda hard to defrost a statue.” The words tumbled out before she could stop them. Surprisingly, he had a smile on his face when he turned to look at her.

“I’m not supposed to teach you how to thrill me, seeing as you’re the professional, but you could start by grabbing my balls.”

That was the only clue Lolly needed. She pulled his zipper down and reached into his trousers, snaking past his flaccid penis as she reached for his balls. They felt soft and squashy as she gently tugged and juggled them between her fingers. His eyes never left her face; staring at her with those piercing grey eyes as she tried to make him come alive. Her mouth itched to taste him, a crave she suddenly had to satisfy. Without breaking her gaze from his, she knelt and took him in her mouth. Lolly sucked on his penis, rolling her tongue around his dick-head, eliciting soft suction sounds. She was rewarded by a lazy nod from his shaft. She kept at it, sucking with an intensity that could probably extract blood from most. His penis only achieved 20% turgidity. After several intense attempts, the futility of her act hit her. He couldn’t get it up. This man paid The Maximum just to make her work hard, knowing she couldn’t please him. Lolly was temporarily floored but not for long. This was a sexual challenge; she had never balked from a sexual challenge and she wasn’t going to do so now. She got up and stood before him, expressionless. He’s defiant smirk masked his secret insecurity.

“You and I know I can’t thrill you.”

He said nothing. Instead, he walked back to the the chair and sat down, lifting his champagne flute to his lips.

“So… do I get a refund?”

Lolly stared at him in silence for a bit while her mind zapped through possible remedies on how she could deal with his situation.

“I paid alot of money to get laid yet here I am, drinking champagne and watching a supposed professional act clueless. Austin should stop giving you so much props.” His words cut her deep.

“And what makes you think you’re not gonna get laid? ” she asked him with a confidence she didn’t feel.

He looked down at his open crotch and back at her.

“Is that a trick question? Or is there a joke in there that I missed?” he spat out with a frostiness that matched his eyes.

Lolly punched the remote control again. This time, LANA DEL REY’S “Born to die” comes on. Lolly decided on another approach. If she couldn’t please him, he should please her. She stood astride him, her crotch directly above his face.

“Eat me.” Her voice was soft but firm. He gave her a look of utter contempt.

“What’s the problem? Never eaten pussy before?” she asked, challenging him with her eyes.

“Not a whore’s pussy”

His insult didn’t faze her.

“Try it. It just might be the nourishment you need.” Her challenging gaze didn’t waver.

He threw her challenging look back at her then dug his teeth into her thigh, just above her garter stocking. Lolly was shocked at the impact. She knew the bite was going to leave a bruise but quickly forgot the pain as his teeth found another spot and sank in. This time, the bite was less vicious. A small sigh escaped her as his breath fanned her moistness, while his teeth grazed along her inner thigh and slowly traveled up to the center. Her legs trembled slightly as his tongue made contact with the soft lips of her feminine core. She smelled like flowers and musk and he wanted to draw out her nectar and taste it. His tongue ran the length of her lips, blowing air before burrowing into her. Lolly gasped and held his shoulders for support. He continued to dig into her with his tongue, occasionally stopping to suck on her clit and graze it with his teeth. Lolly felt herself tethering towards climax and pushed his head away. She reached for him and was pleased to see that he was 40% turgid. His slow progress pleased her.

She walked up to the cabinet and got out fluffy handcuffs and a belt and took them to the bed. She beckoned him to join her and he did so without protest. Lolly pushed him on to the bed roughly and quickly cuffed both his hands to the bedpost. She wasted no time in stripping him naked. His steely eyes stared at her, wondering what magic she was about to work. She smiled at him as she fastened the belt around his neck like a noose. The room fall silent as the music stopped. Lolly punched continuous replay on the remote control and “Born to die” came back on. She tossed her bustier aside and straddled her Special Guest. She tugged at the end of the belt and it tighten a little around his neck.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he asked in outrage.

In response she tugged at the belt again, its makeshift noose tightening further around his neck. His face reddened. She reached behind her and gently grabbed his penis, giving it long, measured strokes. His steel grey eyes watched her in unexpected trepidation. A few strokes later, she tugged on the belt and his face reddened even more.

“Erotic asphyxiation,” he managed to blurt out though his voice sounded choked. “You sick bitch! Untie me now!!!

Lolly smiled. She felt him grown in her palms, his penis throbbing furiously. He was 75% hard and she could feel the slippery essence of his pre-cum on her palms. Maintaining a firm hold on the belt, she fell on his penis like a hungry hyena, lapping and sucking off any slimy residue. She stole a look at him and saw the strain on his face as he trashed about, trying to free himself from the cuffs. He was near his sexual precipice and she knew he would shoot his load in no time. With an expertise, borne from years of practice, Lolly straddled him and slowly settled on his penis, helping to guide it into her core. She tugged on the belt and heard him gag and gasp for air. She also felt him harden to the maximum inside her. She let go of the belt, and slowly began to ride him, moving her hips with ease. He struggled to free his hands but the action only made her more excited. She bounced on his shaft, luxuriating in it reluctant fullness. She felt him stiffen and knew he was about to shoot. She leaned forward and took one of his nipples in her mouth, grinding her hips on his and making sure her elongated clit rubbed on the base of his dick.

“Arrrrgh…. Gaaaawd dammit! Gaaaaawd dammit! Fuck you… Fuck you…. Fuck yoooooou….”

She felt him fill her up and watched him trash about; his head, face and upper torso so red they looked like they would explode. Lolly got up and took him in her mouth. He jerked at the impact of her lips on his penis and started to convulse as she milked the last residue of his release with her mouth. His epileptic jerks would have frightened another but not Lolly. This was like a school science project… tricky but with a solution. A solution worth $5000 for her and another $5000 for Austin. She didn’t stop drinking from him until she felt him go still. Deathly still. She looked up and saw him gasping, his steel grey eyes wide open in bewilderment.

Lolly un-cuffed him and removed the belt from his neck. She picked up her bustier and stared at him with a look akin to pity. He was still on the bed, naked, legs apart and hands in cuff mode. He was too weak to get up. Watching him, she realized he looked way younger after sex; his grey eyes glistening with a mixture of emotions. She felt his cum slide down her thighs in slow, slimy motion but didn’t bother to wipe off. She was going to take a shower anyways.

“Are you gonna be ok?” She asked him, the barest hint of concern tingeing her voice.

He didn’t respond. She didn’t expect him to. She turned and left the BLUE ROOM. The Special Guest mumbled something incoherent as he gazed unseeingly at the ceiling of dim blue lights.

Austin, Toni and the DJ peeled their eyes off the small CCTV in Austin’s office. An uncomfortable silence settled between them.

“Well! Lolly is priceless isn’t she?” Toni piped. He had to break the silence.

“She is De Luna. She is what makes De Luna the best strip-club in this axis. I might have to increase her pay. She’s worth an increase” Austin said this with a confidence that spoke of something deeper.

Toni and DJ exchanged uncomfortable looks. Austin caught the look.

“What? You don’t think she deserves a raise after what you just saw?”

Toni sighed, rolled his eyes and announced.

“Listen, Lolly plans to quit next month. She says she’s made enough money for her to start life all over again. She was going to tell you herself but… oh-well” Toni shrugged nonchalantly.

“She wants to elope with Micky,” the DJ added.

Austin fell silent. He didn’t utter a word after that. Toni and the DJ knew the news would break Austin’s heart so they slipped out of his office to allow him mourn the impending loss of his star act. On the CCTV, The Special Guest could be seen staggering around, trying to find his clothes. But Austin didn’t notice him as he stared at the screen unseeingly.

Lolly couldn’t leave him… not when De Luna had become a hotspot. He thought furiously. He couldn’t afford for Lolly to leave. It was too much of a financial risk; one he wasn’t willing to take. He whipped out his cell phone and made a call. The person at the other end picked up with a knowing grunt.

“Hey Akeem, its Austin. I need a favor… I need a certain bar-tender taken care of…”

THE END

WHAT SHE WANTED

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 29 Sep 2014 11:52:00 +0100

It looks like once again, her orgasm was her own damn business.
She sighed loudly as Yemi pulled out of her and laid on the bed, breathing heavily.
“That was amazing, Titi. Was it good for you?” He asked her.
He does this every time after sex. Like he wanted some sort of scores sheet. Or maybe he wanted some reassurance that his less-than-average sized dick worked for her.

And every time, she lied.
“It was great honey. You always rock my world.” She said, giving him a quick peck on the lips.
Yemi smiled, gave a loud yawn and closed his eyes.
She loved him. She really did. And outside of the bedroom, their relationship was almost perfect. They have been dating for over a year and she enjoyed hanging out with him. He made her laugh and he excites her. Well, except when it comes to sex. Titi knew he tries his best, but damn, she would kill for a big, fat cock right about now.

She decided to settle for her big, fat, vibrator.
As she reached for the bedside drawer to retrieve it, she heard the knock on the door.
She checked the clock. 9 pm. Who could that be?
She dragged her naked self out of the bed and bent to pick up the red silky nighty that Yemi loved to see her in.
As she headed to the main door, she caught a reflection of herself through the mirror.
Her big brown eyes, luscious lips a long legs were some of her best assets.
‘Who is there?” She called out upon reaching the main door
“It’s Danny,” a voice called back.
Danny is the next door neighbour. A very shy and quiet young man. Titi often wondered how someone so good looking could be so timid.
“Hi Dan.” She said as she opened the door. “Whats up”
“Hey. I was wondering if I could borrow your BB charger, mine crapped out on me an hour ago.”
“Oh, okay.” She went in to get it.
“But you should know, my charger acts funny sometimes. You have to plug it just right or it will keep tripping of and on.” She told him as she returned. “You know what, let me just come with you so I can help you plug it in”
“Oh cool. Great.” Danny said with a smile.
In Danny’s living room, Titi proceeded to plug the charger into his extension box. As she bent over, she felt an odd breeze that reminded her that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She stood up to adjust her nightwear and caught Danny’s eyes gazing at her behind. She smiled to herself and bent over to continue attempting to help him charge his phone. She stole a quick glance at Danny. His eyes were, as she expected, still on her ass. But what took her breath away was his growing erection. She promptly dropped what she was doing and stood up as she noticed it. The motion caused Danny to realize that he had been lost staring at his hot neighbour’s ass.

“ohh… uhmm.. sorry. Are you done?” He asked her, hoping she didn’t notice his lustful stare.
Titi ignored him. She was so horny, she unashamedly kept staring at the bulge in his shorts. Like some dazed freak, she reached her hand under her nightie to stroke herself. She was dripping wet. No surprise there. She wondered how long Yemi would be asleep. She wondered if she can persuade Dan to take off his shorts. She wondered how long before her already weak knees gave way. It was getting too difficult to stand as desire took over her.

Danny watched her as she stroked her pussy beneath herself as she watched his dick. His breath caught in his throat as she walked towards him. She gently unzipped his short and pulled it down. Before he could say anything, her mouth was on him.
His cock was bigger than she thought. And the more she sucked and licked, it kept getting bitter. She wanted him to fuck her. She needed him to fill her with the huge cock and tear her pussy with it. She led Danny’s hands to her breasts. He needed no telling twice as he began stroking the two beautiful mounds on her chest. Titi moaned. She grabbed his cock and began eagerly working it with her hands.
She turned her back to him, Took off her dress, bent over and with legs wide apart, she moaned.
“Fuck me, Fuck me hard. You know you want to. Stick that large cock in and make me cum harrrrd.”
He did. he grabbed her ass and slid slowly inside her. She moaned even louder as he filled her in a way no other guy ever did. She bit her lips to keep from screaming as he began to fuck her hard.
Danny held on tight to the sexy ass and continued fucking her so damn hard, she was shaking with pleasure. She wanted more. She wanted him to hurt her and she let him know it.
Danny spanked her hard. Dug his nails into her butt and was rewarded by her satisfied moan. She begged him to keep going.

“Fuck me! Make it hurt! Pull my hair!.”
He did as he was told. The sounds she made turned him on so badly that he was feeling his dick throbbing with pleasure inside her. He felt her cum hard around his dick. He felt the waves and waves of orgasm that overtook her and it became too much to bear.
Reaching to feel those breasts one more time, he gave in to his own urgent climax.
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As she sneaked back into bed beside her man, Titi could still feel the sweet. sweet, after effect of being fucked by a big, strong dick. She knew she would knock on his door again. She knew she would let Danny do naughty things to her and she would do freaky things to him too. This is just the beginning. She would keep her amazing boyfriend while getting the good dick from her next door neighbour.
Who says a girl can’t have it all?

FUCKING THE BEACH PROSTITUITE

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 24 Sep 2014 16:40:00 +0100

He had done well for himself. He had abstained for 2 weeks… 2 grueling weeks. He had to admit that though he felt a tiny bit of pride that he was keeping to his resolution, he was on the verge of imploding… Sexually and physically. Dan needed to fuck. He knew his limits and knew he couldn’t deny himself the need anymore. Dan had to hav

e his fix. If he didn’t, he might probably end up fucking his girlfriend like a beast and he couldn’t afford to do that. It was bad enough that she dreaded making love with him… He’d been told that he too rough and fucked without finesse. He’d lost several girlfriends that way his present girlfriend was on the verge of leaving him. He’d tried to watch romantic movies, to learn the pacing of thrusts and how to fuck a girl without turning her pussy to minced meat. He’d tried to practice the moves he saw in those movies… Sadly, whenever he did that, he lasted for hours and his girlfriend would turn dry and begin to complain.

The rougher Dan fucked, the quicker his release. He needed release badly. He hadn’t fucked in 2 weeks and his balls were literarily heavy. Tonight, he was going to go to the beach and look for Kweh, his favorite prostitute. She was the only woman, thus far, that took his dick without complaint and seemed to enjoy fucking him.

He found a parking spot in front of a bank. It was 9pm and the security guard didn’t fuss when Dan promised to lace his palm with some notes if his car was watched with care. Then he made his way towards Kuramo beach. He ignored the usual revelers drinking and listening to music. The air smelled of Barbecued chicken, fish and cigarette smoke. Of course the occasional whiff of hemp assailed his nostril and made him shake his head. He never could comprehend why anyone smoked hemp. During outings with his friends and a few of his colleagues, some of them would whip out their well- wrapped joint and smoke it with glee. He’d heard that hemp gave some guys longevity, something he didn’t need. His, was natural and was becoming a burden on his relationship.

Antwi was the first to spot him. She rolled her eyes and spoke in her dialect, alerting the other girls of his arrival. Dan was well known in this particular joint. KPAKPALE was a popular spot at the beach. They sold booze, barbecued chicken/fish and provided entertainment in the form of makossa dancing. One could also fuck the makossa dancers for a fee. Dan was a Friday regular… The owner knew him and appreciated his patronage. All the dancers knew him and quite a few of them appreciated his penis. Sadly, quite a number of them had unsavory pussy tales from their exploits with Dan. All in all, he was a welcome patron because he bought booze, tipped generously and even compensated any girl he bruised.

He was just in time for the first dance act. He ordered his beer and fish and leaned back to watch the dancers wine and jack their waist seductively to the beat. One of the girls even gave him a lap dance… Grinding on top of him and making lewd promises with her eyes. Dan didn’t like her. He had fucked her in the past. Though she had a passable sex-game, her pussy was loose and had no grip. She had enjoyed the session but he hadn’t. Dan avoided picking her whenever Kweh was not around. After his lap dance, the lady left him in peace to enjoy his beer and fish and went off to twerk for some other patron. Dan looked around worriedly. He was yet to spot Kweh. He hoped and prayed that she wasn’t absent. She was the only woman he knew that could fuck him well and match his sexual longevity. Kweh was a dancer cum prostitute and the best fuck he had ever had.

The owner of KPAKPALE approached Dan with a broad smile and sat opposite him.

“Oga Dan… Long time. We’ve not seen you here in 2 weeks. You travel?”

Dan smiled wryly at Big Bongo. He was a bear of a man but with a soft, almost feminine voice. His gentle looks belied a shrewd, no nonsense businessman. Big Bongo smiled with everyone but if any patron couldn’t pay for whatever they’d consumed, Big Bongo morphed into an orangoutang. No one tested Big Bongo.

“I’ve been around o; work has been really hectic” Dan explained to him.

” I can imagine. But I pray that God will continue to bless our hustle, eh?” Big Bongo said.

Dan finished his fish and washed it down with beer, then smiled broadly at Big Bongo.

“Amin o…. Eheh… Big Bongo, I have not seen Kweh. Is she inside?” Dan asked with ill-disguised interest.

Everyone knew he liked Kweh and enjoyed ‘engaging’ with her. There was no point masking his intention for being here.

“Ah…! Kweh is not here again. She got married and has gone to live with her husband in Gabon.”

Mouth agape in shock, Dan felt his heart constrict painfully. ‘His Kweh was married? His Kweh that made him groan like a little boy and had the ability to make him nut after a few thrusts, was married? Just 2 weeks away and some bastard wifed her up?’

“…But I have a new girl. You will like her. She is just like Kweh. In fact, they are cousins… From the same family”

Big Bongo beckoned at a guy. When the guy approached, he spoke rapidly in their dialect, obviously dishing out instructions. The guy nodded and walked away. Dan had moved past the temporary heart break he experienced on hearing of Kweh’s exit and was now silently sieving through the rest of the dancers for possible replacement. The need to fuck was more important than grieving over Kweh’s absence. He noticed a young buxom girl approaching. She was dressed in her dancer’s costume. Her belly was not flat but her skin was fresh, flawless and tight. Despite her near rotundness, she bore no signs of stretch marks or cellulite on her laps. Dan was sure this young girl was not a day older than 20. She stood beside Big Bongo and looked down respectfully.

“This is my new girl… I brought her in last week. She cannot speak English very well but she understands. She is Miameh. And she can wine the waist very well.”

Big Bongo said something in his dialect and Miameh began to dance, shaking her waist while the rest of her body remain stationary. Dan’s eyes widened. He watched her shake, wine and roll her butt and felt his dick stirring. The girl stopped dancing and gave him a shy, knowing smile. She knew her brief dance had excited him. Dan turned to Big Bongo.

“I’ll manage her for today… But I’m not happy Kweh left. I doubt if anyone can replace her.”

“Miameh will surprise you Oga Dan… Bet me?” Big Bongo said with a leery smirk before smacking Miameh on the butt. The young girl smiled shyly and Dan spotted a dimple on her cheek. He liked girls with dimples… He looked at her baby-face then nodded.

“I’ll take Miameh” Dan announced.

Big Bongo was the unofficial pimp for his dancers. No one took them anywhere without going through him. It was his way of protecting his girls from ritualists and murderers. You had to have Big Bongo’s trust to be able to take any girl out of KPAKPALE. Patrons that Big Bongo did not trust were afforded the opportunity to have their’time-out’ with his girls in a small back room where they could engage in quickies with any dancer of their choice. Dan drank two more bottles of beer and watched the girls. Miameh had joined the dance this time. He watched her shake, jack and twerk her ass with ease and knew that alot of the other patrons had their eyes on her. She was the new meat on the block and Dan felt a little smug that Big Bongo had reserved her for him.

The hotel Dan chose was tucked between two buildings. It did not look like a hotel, which was why Dan liked it. He drove into the compound, parked his car and led Miameh into the building. The young girl had changed into jeans and a T-shirt. Her ass filled the jeans and made her look very sexy. He suspected that she must have showered but he didn’t want to take any chances.

She had to shower again. In the room, he inquired nicely if she wanted anything to eat. She said no and began to undress for the business of the night. Seeing as Dan didn’t really know her, he felt slightly uncomfortable and unnerved as she undressed. She wasted no time and got naked in a blink. Her ample but slightly droopy breasts stared him in the face and he felt his dick stir a little. Surprisingly, her pubis was shaved clean and he could make out her fleshy pussy-lips. The thought of her pussy made him stiffen even more and his dick strained through the crotch of his trousers.

Dan pointed towards the bathroom and motioned her to go in and take her bath. She obeyed and disappeared into the bathroom. In her absence, he felt less self-conscious and actually undressed. He turned on the air conditioner and sprawled on the bed with a smile. He closed his eyes and thought of Kweh, casting his mind back to the last time he’d been with her. The thought made him so hard that he began to stroke his dick. He was still deep in thought and stroking himself when Miameh emerged from the bathroom. She watched him pleasuring himself and smiled. She’d heard about him from the other dancers and really looked forward to fucking him. Dan’s eyes opened just in time to see Miameh walking towards him. She was naked and her body seemed a lot more curvy in the nude.

Though her stomach still bulged a little. He missed Kweh’s slim body with her incredibly huge ass. What Miameh’s lacked in curves, she made up for in ample bosom and pretty face. Kweh was ugly but had a trophy- worthy body and sex-game.

He motioned for her to kneel before him on the bed, in doggy style. He slipped on a condom while Miameh did as he instructed. Holding his pulsating dick, Dan’s eyes glistened in feverish anticipation as his dick entered her slowly. His was 5 and a half inch long penis but it was unbelievably fat and the dick-head was abnormally large. Miameh clenched as the massive dickhead dug into her painfully. The thought of fucking as his heart desired made him a little impatient and he jammed his length into her. Miameh yelped in pain and almost jerked away but Dan anticipated the move and grabbed her waist to stop her from fleeing. He began to thrust into her, making sure he jammed her hard enough to make her first moan came out in a scream. The scream excited him so much, he rammed into her in quick successions; his fat dick and huge dickhead causing friction in her pussy. Miameh let her head fall down, thus thrusting her ass further up in the air. She screamed into the mattress, her hands reaching out and grabbing any and everything it came in contact with.

Dan fucked her fast… He fucked her with fury… He fucked her hard… He fucked her till she began to whimper in genuine pain.

She reached to press at her lower abdomen, feeling her whole body jiggle with every thrust he delivered. She spoke in her dialect, trying to move away from the bullish thrusts but Dan’s grip on her hips were like a vice. he thrust faster, S if possessed by a demon and Miameh’s orgasm burst forth involuntarily, making her scream so loud that her voice caught and came out in labored gasps. Dan wasn’t remotely ready to cum yet and Miameh’s legs seemed to be shaking so bad. He removed his dick from inside her allowed her fall back on the bed with a tired sigh. She turned on her back, still panting. Dan’s dick was still turgid and her eyes widened with sudden fear. He removed the condom and wore a fresh one. Miameh sat up suddenly as she realized that he still intended to fuck her. She winced as she felt pain in her lower abdomen. Dan turned to find her seated on the bed, a pillow between her thighs. She was shaking her head in the negative with a frightened look on her face.

“Miameh, what is it?” He asked while stroking his dick.

“No… No… No… E pain… No. E no fuck…” She told him.

“Oh… Come Miameh… Sorry… I will do small-small this time. Sorry.” He pleaded with her.

Still she refused and began to get dressed. Dan tried to explain that he would be more tender but seeing as she couldn’t communicate back in English or proper pidgin, he became frustrated. He needed to cum and didn’t want her to leave the room without an orgasm. With a final resigned sigh, Dan got out some money from his pocket and handed it to her. Miameh looked at the money hesitantly then looked at him. He was supposed to pay her Five thousand naira for the night but he willingly handed her eight thousand naira. He could see that the money was a huge temptation. He smiled reassuringly at her and she reluctantly took the money, counted it and slipped it into her pocket. She motioned at him to be more gentle and he nodded in agreement.

Miameh removed her clothes and lay on the bed, spreadeagled. Dan’s dick had shrunk to nothingness and the condom hung on it like a badly fitted glove. He encouraged her to touch herself so he could watch. She began to touch herself, rubbing her clit lazily and squeezing at her breast with her other hand. Dan watched her, his dick coming alive with amazing speed. He pull the condom over his dick, scrutinizing it suspiciously to be sure there was no tear in it. Then he positioned himself above Miameh, lifting one of her legs and placing it on his right shoulder. then he guided his dick into her. Impulse wanted to make him ram in but Miameh’s pussy wasn’t too wet and made any attempt at ramming into her near impossible. So he inched into her, slowly, going in and out…

Making sure he got in deeper with every move. Miameh whimpered and Dan almost jammed in but he knew he would bruise her badly and tear the condom if he did, so he patiently dug in till his full length was embedded in her. He remained still but he was throbbing madly inside her. She became increasingly wet and he began to thrust slowly. As his thrusts increased, her pussy moistened the more. She began to moan more loudly as he delivered faster thrusts. Dan grabbed her second leg and flung it over his shoulder and leaned forward; bracing himself on his hands. He began to pound her pussy mercilessly. Miameh screamed out and grabbed his arm.

Dan fucked her so hard that she let out a fart and peed. The warm liquid slid down her pussy and formed a track town to her anus then landed on the bed in a torrential flow. The urine also helped moisten her pussy that was already on fire from the sexual assault it was receiving. Miameh began to push at Dan, trying to make him get up but Dan didn’t stop. Instead, he kept fucking her till his eyes glazed over then rolled up, like he was about to convulse. He let out a loud grunt and clenched his butt hard as he climaxed. He fell tiredly on her, his full weight almost smothering her. The energy he had exerted made him too weak to roll himself off her, so Miameh helped shove him off her. She winced in pain at the pain in her pussy and her lower abdomen.

She lay beside him for a few seconds, trying to gather her breath. Dan reached for her weakly but she evaded him and scooted to the far end of the bed. He gave her a puzzled look. Miameh avoided his gaze and managed to get off the bed, wincing in pain as she moved. She began to get dressed. Dan watched her in resignation. From the look on her face, he knew she would never agree to be with him again. He couldn’t blame her though. She finished dressing up and removed her cellphone from her small, shabby bag. She made a call, speaking rapidly in her dialect. She nodded severally and turned to give Dan the stink eye before continuing her conversation. Dan managed to sit up but that singular action put fear in her and she rushed to the door, thinking he was going to come after her. Instead, he removed the used condom and tossed it carelessly on the floor. Miameh ended her call and opened the door.

“Miameh, wait… Let me get dressed and go drop you back at KPAKPALE.” He told her.

Instead, she broke into a stream of words that he couldn’t understand but suspected to be insults. Then she splayed her fingers at him in the popular “waakaa” abuse… Opened the door and stalked out of the hotel room wincing and muttering. Dan sighed and laid back on the bed tiredly. There and then, he made up his mind to end his visit to KPAKPALE start his search for a girl that could withstand his mode of lovemaking elsewhere. He doubted if a normal girl would be able to fuck him and not complain. He yawned tiredly and reluctantly dragged himself off the bed to lock the door before falling back on the bed. He was thirsty but he was too tired to dial room-service to get water. He covered himself with the duvet and pondered warily if Ayilara prostitutes still exist or operate.

THE FINE ART OF DEEP PENIS THRUSTING

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 24 Sep 2014 16:22:00 +0100

When it comes to sexual intercourse, many women would be delighted – in more ways than one – if their men viewed thrusting as something more than just a race to the finish line. Thrusting is a wonderful time for loving couples to touch, kiss and even dialogue – whether whispering sweet nothings or engaging in dirty talk. Thrusting can also encourage intimacy and a sense of connection. Couples who believe the sole reason for thrusting is to achieve orgasm often end up suffering from mechanical sex that is devoid of any emotional depth and lasting enjoyment.

Faster…harder…deeper…slower…the man who learns to vary his thrusting technique during penetrative sex will not only be able to last longer, he will be rewarded with greater arousal and delight for both himself and his partner.

That Memorable First Thrust

I am going to let you in on a little secret. Many women, once aroused, consider the very first penis thrust to be one of their most favourite parts of intercourse. Make it amazing and send her soaring by asking her exactly how she would like your first stroke. Is she in the mood to be teased with a few shallow thrusts, having you enter her only an inch or two? Would she prefer you enter her halfway while circling your hips? Or does she like one luscious thrust right to the hilt? Once she shares her preference with you, respond accordingly.

The Shallow Thrust

A women’s vagina is really quite remarkable; it changes shape with each penis thrust during intercourse allowing every stroke to stimulate thousands of nerve endings and increase her sexual pleasure. For the majority of women, the most sensitive part of her honey pot is actually the opening and up to an inch or so deep. When a woman is aroused, this part of her vagina also becomes the tightest.

Shallow thrusting enables the tightest part of her vagina to wrap around the most sensitive part of your manhood; just below the head. So shallow thrusting allows the ridge around your penis to stimulate this tight, sensitive part of her fiery furnace; making shallow thrusting an extremely enjoyable experience for both of you.
For those men who have a penis with a compact head and is thicker around the middle of the shaft; try putting the thickest part at her vaginal opening for better stimulation.

The Deep Penetration Thrust

Unless your penis is really long or your woman’s vagina is really shallow, deep penetration can be quite heavenly for both of you. Deep thrusting is excellent for G-spot stimulation. It also allows you to position your pelvic bone directly onto her clitoral region permitting her to rub against it to help trigger a clitoral orgasm. Deep thrusting also enables your penis to tug on the inner lips (labia minora) of her vagina for a longer period of time which can also provide more stimulation to her clitoral region. Some women find deep thrusting to the back of their vagina highly pleasurable when approaching orgasm because that area is sensitive to stretching and pressure and the deep strokes will make sure your penis is there for her to contract around.

There may be times during deep penetration thrusting when your rigid shaft slams against your woman’s cervix causing her pain.Try waiting until she is highly aroused before deep thrusting because an aroused cervix actually rises up allowing it (hopefully) to get out of the way of your deep strokes.

Combination Thrusting

Mixing up the thrusting between shallow and deep strokes is certainly something you and your partner will want to try. Some Tantric sex masters caution against continuous deep thrusting during penetrative sex.They believe that the vagina does best with a ratio of five to nine shallow thrusts to every deep thrust. Another thrusting technique involves starting with a ratio of seven shallow thrusts for every deep thrust and then counting down until the ratio is one shallow thrust to one deep thrust. Try different combinations to determine what works best.

What Kind of Thrusting Does She Want?

Contrary to what you may have seen in porn, not all women enjoy having their most secret place rammed deep and furious during intercourse. Some women prefer a slower more sensual thrusting rhythm. There are, of course, some women who prefer both; a slow start that ends with a hard finish. A great way to determine what strokes work best for your partner during intercourse is when she is in the woman-on-top or “cowgirl” position.This allows you to watch and feel how she moves up and down your erect shaft helping you discover which parts of her vagina she focuses the head on.

Does she just ride the head of your penis or does she slam down repeatedly on your entire shaft for deeper penetration? Does she ride rhythmically up and down or does she keep your manhood deep inside her and rub her clitoris on your pubic bone? Does she lean forward or backward? Does she fondle her breasts or clitoris while your penis is inside her? How does she help with the speed and rhythm? Where does she look? Where does she touch you? Pay attention and you will soon discover what kind of thrusting gives her the most pleasure.
After experimenting with different modes of thrusting, you and your partner will no doubt end up with a variety of styles to choose from. Will it be hot and frantic, fun and playful, slow and gentle, passionate and intense or deep and sensuous? The choice is entirely up to you…♥

FRIDAY SEX PARTY

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 23 Sep 2014 17:20:00 +0100

Sex is boring…end of!”

With that proclamation, Keka finished off the last pizza, daring anyone on the table to utter a word of condemnation for her mega appetite. This was the usual Friday evening gathering of friends, consisting of three boys and four girls; all childhood friends with nothing but loving memories of growing up, sharing relationship highs and lows and the occasional money rifts. The conversation on the table had shifted rapidly from football to home videos to American movies to mojo… it settled on mojo and surprisingly, refused to budge. Her motley crew were discussing the frills and thrills of sex and like the killjoy she was, Keka and her disdain were an unpleasant twosome in the convo.

The gasp of outrage from her friends were audible even from the next table. To them, Keka had just committed sacrilege with her mouth and the gods of coitus was sure to strike her “Orege Junction” numb.
“You always say this and I think its because you’re lousy in bed” —– John!

“She was disvirgined by one kole-kole with tiny penis, so the thought of a real dick puts her off sex” —– Fegha!

“You can’t enjoy sex Keka… I heard from your last boyfriend that you are frigid” —– Pius!
Keka wasn’t mad at the comments. On the contrary, she laughed out loud. The three guys in question had slept with the other girls in their gang, interchanging them like badly connected wires. Sadly, they never got anywhere near her thighs. She loved them like brothers but she wasn’t prepared to have them grope her and turn their experience into beer-parlor gist. Besides, Pius did have a point. Her last boyfriend had complained that she was frigid…. he was one to talk; with his penis that was shaped like the letter C!

She shrugged nonchalantly and chugged down her beer as the sex talk continued, no thanks to Florence and her hot crotch! The babe was forever randy and the only time she wouldn’t need a penis was if she fell into a coma. That is not to say Susan and Evelyn were any better. As a matter of fact, all of Keka’s crew were in the randy-league, except for her. She shagged, if there was an available, willing penis with a nice body to go with it, but most times she masturbated. The last guy she had shagged, didn’t return for an encore because of her lack-luster performance. She knew how to please herself and could give herself multiple orgasms… (a feat no man had achieved with her) …if she so pleased. She was quite fine, all by herself.

Keka was the proudly single, sensually-challenged ‘sisteh’ with a Wank-Medallion!
Several booze-filled arguments later, the crew found themselves in a huge living room. Keka vaguely remembered Simone, one of Fegha’s friends, inviting them to his home for drinks. The crew had eagerly poured themselves into Pius’ jalopy and sang “Tombo-Tunes” drunkenly till they got to their destination. Keka remembered the boys whistling at the sight of the house and noticed that Florence had latched on to Simone with the tenacity of a leech.

She was sure, Florence would give them a peep show tonight and she, Keka, was going to wank every step of the way during Florence’s surefire performance. You see, Florence had zero inhibition. You could fuck her in a crowded market place and she would still climax without a care.
The night was going well, the booze was flowing, Simone was being a good host and the discussion was on Jim Iyke’s music career (Bwahahahahahaaaaa.) Suddenly she felt the urge. Keka had drank to a state of fucklivion. It was kinda like her personal misnomer for “Fuck me Till Oblivion”. Keka rarely got to that stage except she took weed. Alas, she was weedless yet craving an orgasm like a drug user. She signaled their host and asked to be shown a room for her to “sort out some things.”

“Don’t mind her o… she wants to go and wank…” —– Florence!
“Wankatron! Wankatron!! Wankatron!!!” —– John!
“Hahahahaaaa…. Keka is in the fucklivion state…” —– Susan!
“Keka, should I borrow you my dildo? It’s in my bag o” —- Evelyn! (Eeeooow)
“Keka, shey I should follow you? I can cure your konji” —– Pius!
INANE DRUNKEN LAUGHTER —– Everybody!

Keka ignored the verbal jabs and followed Simone to the nearest room. As she entered, she smiled her thanks and shoved him out of the room, locking the door and rushing to the bed. Her fingers shook in anticipation as her hand reached for her core. She was wet… wetter than usual. She knew that a few measure strokes on her clit would send her to climax-ville and she needed that release so badly.
Keka stroked herself fast, her fingers hitting her clit, her other hand squeezing her breast and her legs opened wide for maximum exploration. She moaned as she hit her climax, refusing to stop her furious fingers from rubbing her clit till she felt her hands shake as release coursed through her. Laying on the bed, spent and trying to gather her wits, she noticed she wasn’t alone. Simone was towering above her, his visible trouser bulge blurring his face for a nanosecond.

“The adjoining bathroom leads to another room and that door wasn’t locked.” —– Simone’s explanation.
Keka got up, unashamed that this stranger had seen her pleasure herself. She smiled at him mischievously and headed for the door without a word. He didn’t try to stop her. When she got back to the living room, she understood why. Before her very eyes, an mini orgy was taking place. Fegha was slurping away merrily on Susan’s privates, his dick moving in and out of Florence’s pussy… John’s dick was buried in Florence’s throat… Pius was in the process of impaling Evelyn, doggy-style while she sucked on Susan’s nipples hungrily. Keka stood there watching. She had seen them fuck before; had cheered them on and even taken notes on one occasion but tonight, the sight was surreal. She wanted to toss her inhibition and mock bravado aside and get mindlessly fucked. She wanted to experience the joys of coitus and scream aloud in ecstasy the way Florence did whenever she rode a dick.

Then she remembered Simone and his bulge. No point in wasting a perfectly good erection, neh…
Keka was back in the room looking for Simone… she heard water running and went into the adjoining bathroom in her harried search. Standing in the bathtub, holding the hand-held shower, gloriously naked, Simone was aiming his urine at the tub-drain with the precision of a mad mathematician. Keka wasted no time at all. She shed her clothes and joined him, smiling broadly at his brief confusion.
“There’s an orgy going on in there” —– Keka
“I don’t like orgies…” —– Simone
“I don’t like sex but hey…” —– Keka
“You don’t like sex because no one has lit that fire burning deep within you. When someone hits it, you’ll become a nympho.” —– Simone
“You wanna try to hit it?” —– Keka
Simone turned on the shower, making sure it was at the right tepid temperature. He unscrewed the showerhead and asked Keka to lay in the tub and spread her legs. Simone aimed the gushing water at Keka’s pussy, making sure the rushing force hit her clit. Keka clenched at the sensation. He moved the headless shower up and down slowly, the water hitting its mark so precisely that Keka screamed as her orgasm peaked unexpectedly. She clutched the sides of the bathtub for support while the gushing water beat at her clit till it throbbed out of control. Next, while she was trying to recover, Simone plugged the tub drain shut and ran water in the tub allowing it to fill as he leaned to take Keka’s nipple in his mouth. As the water filled the tub slowly, covering her body, he sucked on her nipples, taking them in turns; his tongue and teeth getting more urgent as they licked and grazed till the nipples stood in little peaks, sensitive and aching.

With the tub almost full, Simone positioned Keka on all fours, her full rounded ass still in the water. He rubbed his dick on the lips of her pussy, allowing the dickhead touch her already sensitive clit. Her slight moan turned into a scream of satisfaction as his dick bulldozed their way into her. His thrusts were slow and steady as he fucked her and watched the water ripple with his every thrust. Her ass bounced a little at every impact, sending up a little splash of water which fascinated him the more. She felt her knees slipping as his thrusts became more furious and the pace increased. She clutched at the bathtub desperately while he fucked her from behind, sending deep thrusts into her that made her scream out loud.

Then suddenly he pulled out… Just when she was about to peak. She turned to him incredulously, wondering why he stopped and saw little dribbles of cum oozing from dick. Her mouth itched to taste him but she didn’t. He got out of the tub gently urging her out and led her to the bed. He lay down and pulled her on top of him turning her in the 69position. Keka’s mouth greedily fastened on his dick, sucking and licking his initial dribble. She took him in her mouth and attempted to deep-throat him and felt two fingers enter her pussy while his tongue licked her clit. She clenched her pussy muscles as he finger fucked her and sucked at her clit. Her concentration was lost. She used her hand to stroke, moaning loudly as she climaxed the third time that night. Simone tasted her slimy, salty essence and licked at it eagerly.

Shaking tiredly, he pulled her to lay beside him, allowing her catch her breath, . He positioned her on her side and spooned her lovingly; poking her soft round ass with his madly, throbbing dick. Lifting her leg slightly, he entered her from behind, clamped both legs together to give her pussy a certain tight feel and fucked her like a mad-man. Keka arched, pushing her ass back as she took the brunt of his thrusts. He groaned a little and increased his pace, fucking her so deep that her scream rent the air.

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming… I’m cumming…. fuuuuuck!!!” —– Keka
“Argghhhh…. Argggghhhhhhhhh…. Oh fuck this pussy mehn… shit, shit, shit!!!!” —– Simone
In one final thrust, Simone buried himself deep within Keka and shot loads of cum into her.
Keka smiled to herself as she relived the session with Simone. That was a few hours ago. Now, the house had fallen silent, the skin against skin slapping noises from her crew had died down…Simone was sleeping soundly. She turned to look at him, sleeping peacefully and wondered why he didn’t snore. Keka could snore proudly for Africa and had a ready excuse for that little flaw… sinus issues.

Simone had awakened her to the joys of a penis… She doubts if she would ever stop wanking but for the now, she loved penis just fine. Her hand reached down to touch Simone’s dick and as if on cue, it bounced happily to life… yet its owner was dead to the world.
“Oh-well…” —– Keka’s thought as she straddled him and sank on his turgid dick.

THE END

MID-WEEK BLAST: AFTER THE HEARTBREAK… (R-18+)

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 9 Sep 2014 17:46:00 +0100

The black book opened. She kept that book for a special reason. It was a thick Black leather-bound book filled with names and photographs of all the awesome people she admired in secret. And by awesome people, she meant MEN.
She was friends with them all but had never met them in person. Social Media had its uses. They all liked her and wanted to fuck her but she had been evasive. She had shied away because she didn’t trust them. She didn’t trust men she met on Social Media. 80% of them had a natural “Kiss & Tell” Barcode on their balls. A girl only found out after the damage was done. She hated men that fucked and squealed and her radar had warned her that these ones in her Black Book would do exactly that.
But today, she didn’t care. She was on a mission to purge herself off the stupidity she had called love. She wanted to be with someone, anyone who would fuck her without niceties. She didn’t want to hear the word love. She didn’t want the deceit. She didn’t want the familiarity she thought she was used to. She wanted, cold, hard, fierce, emotionless sex. With someone who didn’t expect love, trust or loyalty. She didn’t think she had any left to give anyways.
She perused the Black Book mechanically; like one choosing a garden tool. She didn’t want a guy that would want a bond. She didn’t want a relationship. She wanted Sex. Pure, undiluted, sex.
On the third page, her eyes panned on a photo. The figure was chocolatey and sexy. STEVE! She smiled. She’d never met him face-to-face but they chatted on and off when it suited them both. She chose him because her ex hated his guts and would find out sooner than later that she fucked him. She smiled at the thought.
They hadn’t chatted in a while but she knew Steve would be happy to hear her voice so she dialed his number. He picked up on the first ring.
“Madam… Wetin you see wey you call me?” His deep voice rumbled in her ear.
“I thought of you today” she replied with a chuckle.
“Good thoughts or bad thoughts?” He sounded mischievous.
“Fuck thoughts. Hot, furious, fuck thoughts” she said.
“Shet! Baby…. Don’t be teasing me like this nah? Do you know how long I’ve been pining for you?” His voice had dipped even lower.
“Yes, I do. And now, I am ready for you.”
She heard him suck in his breath and smiled. She waited for him to set the date.
“I’m coming to you now. Do you have a place where we could meet?” She could feel the eagerness in him.
“Do you know Cameo Suites?” She asked.
“No… But I’m willing to find it. Send me the directions and I’ll be with you in an hour.” He said.
She smiled a cold, hard smile. She’d heard those same words countless times from another’s mouth. “I’ll be with you in an hour” seemed to be a sort of popular male fuck promise. She sent him the address and description then set out to shower and change.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
She stepped into Cameo Suites, her face set in an unsmiling mask. She had asked Steve to leave his name at the reception as Michael. The name gave her a weird perverse joy. She also asked him to insist on taking ROOM 284. Her reason was also perverse. She walked up to the room and knocked. This time, there was no blocking the Peephole with her palm. She wanted Steve to see her standing out there. He opened the door and let her in.
Her first impression of him was that he was much taller in person than in his photographs. He was buff too and looked good looking in an “Igbotic” sort of way. She smiled when she noticed he was gawping at her in something akin to awe. She got that alot. These guys from Social Media hook-ups were always surprised she looked better in person. Walking past him, she began to unbutton her top. Steve watched her, his brow furrowed in a worried frown.
“Don’t you want something to drink first?” He asked
She took off her blouse and bra and tossed them on the chair nearby. Then she unzipped her jeans and pushed it down. His eyes narrowed when he saw she wasn’t wearing panties and was now standing before him, naked. He was breathing hard as he stripped off his T-Shirt and jeans. She clicked on her phone and “I NEED YOU” by Marc Anthony came on.
“Come and fuck me to the rhythm of this song” she ordered and saw his thick shaft leap with joy.
‘Condom! Condom! Condom!!!’ Her head rang with a warning.
“Do you have a condom?” She asked.
“Of course” he replied immediately. “But come here… I need to hold and kiss you first”
“I don’t do kisses on both lips.” She said drily and it made him chuckle.
“You’re one weird woman. Every girl I know love kisses on both lips.”
“I hated getting ‘head’. Then someone made me love it…. And now, I don’t want it. So no Southern Lips kissing. As for kisses on the mouth, I don’t know where your lips have been!”
She sounded almost bored, wishing he would pounce on her and take her roughly.
“Do you want to fuck me because you want to? Or just to piss someone off?” He asked, his shaft losing its turgidity.
“There’s no one to piss off. I want to fuck you for therapy. I need to exorcise a demon within me. Sex does that for me. Now, the song is wasting away. Good thing its on replay so….”
She walked up to him, stared him in the eyes and kissed him on the chest. Then slowly, she sank down till she knelt before him. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she let his face flash in her head – Smiling and mischievous – before replacing it with the image of Steve. Her mouth closed over the tip of his dick, sucking the sensitive head softly. His reaction was magical. Her hand reached for his hips and held him steady as she took more of him into her mouth, feeling him clench beneath her palms. Sucking his dick softly, she felt a tremor course through him and looked up to see his expression. His grimace of pleasure was a turn on and it spurred her to suck him faster. He grabbed her hair a little too tight causing her stabs of pain at her roots, yet the pain was laced with pleasure.
“If you don’t stop doing that, I’m gonna shoot in your mouth” he said through clenched teeth.
Pulling her up a little roughly, he led her to the bed and pushed her down. She giggled as her naked body bounced on impact. Smiling, he pushed her legs apart and dipped his head.
“What are you doing?” She asked, shielding her pussy with both hands.
“I just want a taste” he begged.
“Fuck me first; taste me later” her tone told him she wasn’t going to budge.
He pushed away from the bed and got a condom from his jeans. She watched him slip it on and touched herself… caressing her almost non-existent clit to the rhythm of Marc Anthony’s voice, prepping for penetration. Condom in place, he joined her in bed, smiled and urged her to turn her back.
“I want to fuck you from the back.” He was breathing hard again.
On all fours, she dipped her head down, using her arms as a pillow, leaving her ass up in the air and her clean shaved pussy, open, glistening and ready for him. He grabbed her waist and pushed into her his groan matching her gasp of pleasure as he filled her pussy up with his beefy trunk. His movement was slow but the penetration was deep… and she loved it.
Slow stroke in.. Slow stroke out… Slow stroke in… Slow stroke out. The thrusts were slow but her waist had its own pace. Needing to match her pace, he increased his thrusts and heard her whimper. She was a screamer and he loved screamers. He slapped her butt a few times, enjoying her reaction to the butt smacks and accompanying thrusts.
“Your ass is fucking soft… Shit!” He growled.
He pushed into her, in and out, faster and faster till he began to feel his excitement building rapidly towards a quick climax. Not wanting to cum, he pulled out, spread her ass apart and planted his lips smack on her butt-hole. She stiffened and turned to look at him.
“I don’t like my ass eaten… but for you, I’ll oblige.” Her tone was almost patronizing.
She reached for her clit, rubbing it slowly, humming along to the song that was now on the third repeat session and basked in Steve’s tongue doing wonders to her ass. He ate ass pretty well, lubricating it with his tongue before sucking on it and occasionally dipping in his index finger to heighten her pleasure. She enjoyed it much more than she’d anticipated and her juices flowed onto her busy fingers. His head dipped lower and his tongue touched her fingers as it made an attempt to locate her pussy’s core. She let him get a taste and moaned when his lips covered her center, sucking and drawing out her Southern nectar.
“You like?” She asked as he made smacking noises in a bid to capture her too-tiny clit.
“Lay down, I need to eat this pussy good.” He growled.
“He’d eaten her ass, what was the point of holding back her pussy from his obviously skilled lips?” She thought before obliging.
She lay on her back and spread open her legs, watching him as he part her pussy lips gently. He noted the position of her clit and dove in hungrily, sucking her labia and clit then tongue fucking her till she almost screamed herself hoarse. The screams drove him crazy, pushing him near explosion and in a swift move, he lift one of her legs up, pushed his dick into her wet pussy and began to fuck her hard and deep till he hit her cervix. She cried out at the sexual onslaught, nearing her brink in gasping throes.
“Oh shit! I’m… I’m…” She stammered as pleasure erupted through.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuuucccck!!!” He responded as he simultaneously emptied himself and captured her mouth in a kiss.
They came together…
She bucking under him like a rodeo bull…
He pushing in and out stiffly.
Their kiss was unheated at first but as she got familiar with his mode of kissing and his taste, she warmed to him and responded, giving him passion for passion till the tide of their orgasm ebbed. Rolling off her, he lay on his back, still breathing hard, a small smile on his face. She remained still for a while then got up in irritation when the song started again.
“Stupid, irritating song!” She said as she hit stop and delete.
Her ex used

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to fuck her to this same song, in this same hotel, in this same room. Now she’d fucked Steve to this song, it didn’t seem special anymore. Steve chuckled, truly amused.
“I thought you liked that song?” He asked.
“I did. But now it’s irritating. I’ve deleted it.” She said as she made her way to the toilet to pee.
When she was done, she washed up and dried her pussy with the hotel towel before returning to the room with the towel around her chest. Steve was still on the bed but was now propped on a pillow, naked and unabashed. He had discarded the condom and now his dick looked wary and small. She threw him a smile and sat on the chair facing him.
“Are you still in love with him?” He asked out of the blue.
She was silent for a while.
“No. That died the minute he let me know he was capable of loving me and many others, in the exact same way.” She answered.
“But you’re not over him…” He persisted.
“The break-up is still fresh… Baby steps. A month of constant sex and his memory would pale. That’s my therapy. I am amenable that way.” She shrugged nonchalantly.
“What if you don’t get over him?” Steve’s look was serious.
She smiled. A slow smile that spread till her dimples dipped slightly. The smile became a grin and then a giggle.
“If that happens, I will have to take a trip to see a special someone in another State. That one is twice as nice with fewer body count. He has the antidote I need.” Her giggle was infectious. It made him laugh.
“You’re weird… And sexy… And crazy… You will be fun to date.” He said and beckoned her to join him on the bed.
Tossing the towel aside, she walked towards him, smiling as he stroked his dick, bit his lips and narrowed his eyes at her.
“Come sit on this baby. Its begging for you” he said.
‘Condom! Condom! Condom!!!’ The warning began. She wasn’t going to be careless this time around. As if reading her thoughts, he waved a fresh foil at her, tore it and slipped it on.
“We’ll be all night…” She sang as she joined him in bed.

MID-WEEK SHORTS: P.A.S.S.I.O.N. (R-18+)

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 9 Sep 2014 17:42:00 +0100

TOUCH:
He pulled her to him. Eager. Willing. Needy. Hard.
Her skin was soft to touch and was silky smooth under his finger-tips.
He peeled off her clothes… Top, skirt, panties and held back his gasp of desire. She was beautiful to look at. Beautiful to his needy eyes. Every flawed inch of her was perfect in his sight and he loved it. He loved her.
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ok slightly, he removed his own clothes and stood before her, naked and throbbing. The need to sate his sexual thirst mounting with every heartbeat.
He had to have her now.
KISS:
His mouth closed over hers with a fierceness that was common between them. He drank her up as their tongues rolled and struggled for dominance and taste. He loved kissing her. He could die kissing her. He loved the little moans that escaped her when their lips locked in passion.
He allowed his mouth move to her throat; placing tender kisses at the base and at her pulse points. He felt it throb slowly under his needy lips and had to restrain himself from taking her roughly.
His kisses moved lower.
His mouth covered first one nipple… Then the other. Teasing and tugging them lovingly. She arched her back, pushing her chest forward and turned her head from side to side. He wanted to penetrate her madly… But…
His mouth moved lower, trailing kisses down an invisible path… Feeling her tremble beneath his seeking lips. He looked up at her face, contorted with emotions he could understand and feel. He needed her like mad… But, patience.
His mouth touched her mound; clean shaved, sweet smelling and soft. He could smell her and couldn’t wait to taste her.
Her lower lips glistened with her need and he couldn’t stop himself from parting her soft petals to expose her pink core.
His breath came in thick, labored gusts as he lowered his head to bury his face in her.
He kissed her there… Allowed his tongue tickle her clit… Sweeping his tongue up and down the opening till her moans dragged out the monster in him.
His tongue delved into her as his hands held her waist to still her bucking movement. She tasted heavenly and he couldn’t stop drinking… Kissing… Sucking on that sacred place.
He was close to exploding as she screamed out his name and begged him to fuck her.
MERGE:
He needed no barrier. He couldn’t imagine entering her sheathed. It would spoil the uniqueness of the moment. They were soulmates… bound by an invisible force that neither could explain. He pushed into her, releasing a gasp of satisfaction that matched her gasp of pleasure. Their bodies knew what they wanted and obliged them with a silent beat that was not only in sync but also moved to the same rhythm.
Her moans provided the songs.
His thrusts were acoustic; his groans, backup.
The sex was amazing. It was always amazing. Every moment with her was like the first… sacred, intense, fulfilling.
He couldn’t have a enough of her. Pushing in and out of her… Feeling her warm inside welcome his thick beef… Gripping him at intervals… Squeezing at him whenever he pulsated… Making him almost insane with pleasure.
He wanted to stay buried inside her… Not needing food or water. Just her warmth and smell and the intensity of their passion, shielding them like a sexual cloak.
He felt his pleasure peaking and drove into her over and over and over again; determined to take her to that place that they both desperately needed to be at.
WORDS:
Their words were tangled in the heat of the moment.
He said… She said… They said…
Breathing heat… Spewing words that made sense to only them both.
“Only you…”
“I love you…”
“Fuck! I can never tire of fucking you…”
“Yes! Yesss!! Yeeeeeeesssss!!!!”
“You love my cock…?”
“Am I pleasuring you…”
“Fuck me….”
“Suck me…”
“Touch me…”
“Shit!!!!”
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh…”
“Oooooohhhhhhh….”
“If you leave me, I will fucking kill you…”
“I own you baby! I fucking own you…”
“I am yours… Forever…”
“I will fuck you every damned day…”
“Oh baby… I’m getting closer…”
“Shit… Take me… ”
“You’re gonna make me cum…”
“How can you be this sweet for fuck’s sake?”
“What are you doing to me…?”
“What have you done to me?”
“Gasp… Gasp… Pant… Pant…”
CLIMAX:
He watched her buckle and jerk beneath him, her claws out… Her fuck-face epically sexy.
He couldn’t hold back. He tried to, but couldn’t.
He wanted to fill her up and start over again… Fucking her till they had no breath or energy left.
He slipped his hands under her ass and leaned atop her.
Her legs opened wide to receive…
He closed his eyes, squeezed her soft ass and pounded her for glory.
He pushed in so deep and heard her scream aloud.
Her scream unlocked the gates and he flowed out into her in quick spurts accompanied by groans and growls while her hips lifted slightly to take all of him in.
Their hearts beat in unison as pleasure coursed through them at the same time.
As the last of his seed trickled out, he kissed her tenderly, loving her even more than he thought was possible.
THE END:
He lifted himself off of her and stared into her eyes intently.
She avoided his gaze.
He turned her face slowly to his and saw the uncertainty in there, but that was not what he was searching for.
He needed to see the love in her that he had seen once upon a time.
She smiled and it masked her true emotions.
He kissed her again and she responded.
He loved her.
She loved him.
Their bodies created magic.
They were the perfect sexual fit.
They were spiritually betrothed.
They were meant for each other.
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Unlike the usual love stories, they ended up together…
As a couple… Like a dream… In perfection… In love.
They had true love and they cherished it.
No one was ever going to come close…
No one!

LG’s circular smartwatch hopes to win Moto 360 fans

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 25 Aug 2014 12:36:00 +0100

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