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David was a twenty-seven year old postal
worker who lived in a quiet suburb. Across
from him lived a widow named Jill and her
nineteen year old daughter. The daughter was
a tall skinny girl with pale skin and freckles
on her cheeks. She liked to wear halter tops
and short skirts which showed off her round
bottom.
One Friday as David was coming home from
work, he looked up from his newspaper and
noticed that Jill’s daughter was sitting cross-
legged across the way from him. She had on
a yellow halter top with pink roses and a
green, pleated skirt.
David pretended to be looking at his
newspaper, but instead gazed intently at her
long legs, shiny with glimmers of
perspiration. Although she was thin, the girl
had strong legs from all the walking she did
weekends, as a waitress at a steakhouse.
David’s hands began to feel wet and clammy.
The sight of this nubile teen aroused feelings
of lust. He thought about rubbing his hand
up and down her tight, muscular calves. She
was looking out the window watching the
route the bus was taking and twisting her
brown hair with her finger.
David felt jittery as he expected the young
female to notice at any moment that he was
staring at her. As the bus stopped at a red
light, the cute teenager leaned over to scratch
her knee uncrossing her legs. Her brown hair
fell forward, covering her face. Forgetting to
cross her legs, she leaned back and her skirt
hiked up half an inch. From his vantage,
David could see a strip of white cotton
between her legs, covering her pussy. David
saw the way the thin material was slightly
raised by the outer edge of her young vaginal
lips.
David waited for her to cross her legs again,
but she kept them open. Seeing this pretty
teen’s white panties made his lust grow
stronger. David was getting an erection that
dug into his thigh and he shifted his rump to
make himself more comfortable from the
ache of his manhood.
Just when David thought he was not going to
be able to handle the lust that was
overwhelming him, the skinny teen stood up
holding the metal pole. Her white panties
were covered again by the folds of the short,
green skirt. The bus was nearing the stop
that she meant to get off. David heard a
screeching sound as the bus driver slammed
on the brakes and turned to one side. The
momentum sent her towards David and the
skinny teen landed on David’s lap.
As she was falling, David dropped the paper,
catching her right hip and the left side of her
round bottom. She turned around and smiled
at David, showing the glittering metal of her
braces. David’s left hand was caught between
his lap and her peach shaped butt. Through
the cotton of her panties, David could feel the
heat and sweat of her panty-covered ass.
David could also smell her hair: the mixture
of natural oils and lemon shampoo had a
powerful hold on him. She shifted on David’s
lap and his pinky finger slipped into the
warm fold of her ass cheeks.
“Thanks for catching me,” she said squeezing
the strong muscles of David’s upper arm with
her left hand.
David saw the bus driver get up and exit the
bus. As she jiggled on his lap, David was
tempted to squeeze her young ass with the
hand that she had trapped beneath her.
“It was nothing, just my instinct to grab you
as you fell,” David replied, noticing a slight
tremor in his voice. He was having trouble
disguising the lust he felt for this sexy, young
teen.
She looked intently into David’s green eyes.
“Don’t I know you from somewhere?”
“I think…” David started.
Kelly continued, “Now I remember, you live on
Hillcrest don’t you?”
“Yes, I do,” David smiled at the lovely
teenager.
David saw the bus driver climbing back on
the bus. “I’m sorry,” shouted the bus driver
“We ran over a nail in the road, and the spare
tire is also flat. I’ve called for another bus
which should get here in half an hour.”
Several passengers in the bus let out a
collective groan. David looked out the bus
and saw a gas station which told him where
he was.
“We are only six or seven blocks from
Hillcrest” why don’t I walk you home.
She stood up. “Thanks,” she smiled again.
On the way home, Jill’s daughter and David
talked about his job and her hobby of drying
wildflowers.
“Well, here I am,” she turned to David at the
gate of her picket fence.
David smiled at her and said, “My name is
David, I didn’t catch your name.”
“I’m Kelly” she answered. “Bye.”
Kelly walked up the steps of her house and
David started to walk home. “Hey!” he heard
her call out. David turned around. She walked
down the steps and stopped in front of the
gate.
“David, I wanted to ask you if you were doing
anything tonight,” Kelly grabbed tightly to the
fence.
“I usually watch the weather and NewsCall at
seven,” David looked at Kelly, remembering
how good it felt to have is hand under her
teen ass.
“My mom is out of town and I was going to
cook some Chinese vegetables. You’re
welcome to join me,” Kelly smiled showing
her braces.
David and Kelly walked into her house and
Kelly turned on the television. While Kelly
cooked David heard that it was going to be
partly cloudy with no rain. After dinner, they
played some checkers. David won the first
game and let Kelly win the next one. During
their third game, David thought it was time
get more familiar with Kelly.
“Kelly, do you have a boyfriend,” David asked.
“No, we broke up last year” Kelly answered.
“How about you?”
“I’m not involved with anyone now.” David
moved his chair closer to Kelly.
“David,” Kelly started.
“Shhh” David put his finger to his lip and
leaned towards Kelly. Kelly closed her eyes
and their lips met. David smelled the cherry
flavor of her lip balm. Their first kiss was
brief but the second was long and wet, David
stuck his tongue between her rosy lips and
held her head to his.
After the kiss, Kelly looked at David as if in a
daze. David stood up and lead her to the
living room couch. Kelly sat on the couch
and David pushed her so she lay down. He
watched her for a minute with her legs and
arms spread awkwardly about.
He kneeled by the couch yanked off her
sneakers. While he did this he looked under
her skirt and saw her white panties covering
her pussy mound. He grabbed her ankles and
spread her legs. Next, he pushed his head up
under her skirt. He began licking Kelly’s white
panties with long strokes of his tongue.
Pushing in he made a crease with the panties
at the cleft of her pussy. Kelly started to let
off moans as her arms jerked around looking
for something to hold onto.
David lifted Kelly’s firm teen ass and pulled
her panties down to her knees. He inserted
his index finger into her young pussy. Kelly
gasped and grabbed onto the edge of the
blue couch. David began slowly pushing his
finger in and out of her tight pussy. With his
other hand, he pulled her panties completely
off.
David could feel how tight she was with his
fingers. He enjoyed giving her pleasure
pushing his finger in and out. At the same
time, he licked the edges of her vaginal lips.
Her pussy juice began to flow and he
removed his finger. With two fingers he
spread the lips of her pussy and licked at the
opening thrusting his tongue in and out of
her tight teen pussy. Her moans were getting
louder and he knew she was on the verge of
cumming. He placed his free hand on her ass
cheeks digging his fingers into her firm teen
flesh. Her ass was damp with sweat.
Kelly could not believe the pleasure she was
getting from David. She grabbed his head
with both hands trying to pull his tongue into
her moist pussy. At the same time she thrust
her ass up pushing against his head.
Kelly’s moans got louder and higher pitched
as David pleasured her with wild licks from
his hungry tongue. “Oh God,” she cried. She
squeezed her thighs on David’s head crushing
his ears with her leg muscles. More juice
flowed from her tight pussy as Kelly started
cumming into David’s mouth. David enjoyed
the pleasure of tasting her sweet cum
dripping on his tongue and down his chin.
David leaned back and saw Kelly twist her
head from side to side still in the throes of
ecstasy from her orgasm. David moved to the
armrest of the couch and reached over to pull
off Kelly’s halter top. Kelly was wearing a
pink strapless bra under her yellow top. Kelly
opened her eyes and looked up at David with
a question on her face.
“Take off your bra, dear,” David spoke to her
sweetly.
Without hesitating, Kelly removed the pink
bra, revealing two perky teen tits. Kelly’s
breasts were small and pointy, curving up at
him. He reached forward and cupped them
with his hands.
“Do you like them?” asked Kelly.
David smiled to show his approval. He kicked
off his shoes. With one hand, he pulled her
nipples and with the other, he reached under
her skirt. This time he stuck his finger in
deeper than before and encountered some
resistance.
“I’ve never,” Kelly spoke, looking up at David
with worry in her face.
“Relax,” David replied, “I’ll be gentle.” He took
off his shirt and unbuckled his belt, stepping
out of his boxers and slacks.
Kelly nodded reassured. David unbuckled
Kelly’s skirt and looked down at the pale
skinny teen with small tits.
David leaned forward and took one of her tits
in his mouth licking on the nipple. With one
hand he fingered Kelly’s pussy. Kelly started
to moan again as David moved his mouth
assaulting both breasts, teasing her sensitive
nipples. David enjoyed the feel of her tight
pussy pulling on his finger as she neared her
second orgasm.
Before Kelly could cum, David removed his
finger and kneeled between her legs. He
leaned forward and held his cock with one
hand and her hip with the other. He pressed
his cock at the entrance of her pussy, coating
his head with her juices. Instead of pushing
in, he rubbed the length of his cock up
between her pussy lips, rubbing on her clit.
Kelly cried out as she felt his prick pushing
up and down on her clit.
Next, he pressed his cock into the tight folds
of her teen pussy, so that his head
disappeared, but the shaft was outside.
Without going any deeper, he pushed in and
out of her pussy, enjoying the tightness.
David was bringing her again to the verge of
an orgasm. He waited for the right moment,
then pushed forward just as she started to
shake with her second orgasm. David’s thrust
broke her hymen and she cried out in pain
and pleasure as he took her virginity.
David relished the tightness of the Kelly’s
pussy staying still for a moment and she
grabbed his back, digging her nails into his
skin. He started slowly moving in and out of
her pussy. David had never been held so
tightly before.
Kelly’s pussy was pulling on his cock like a
glove, trying to milk him with each thrust.
David kept pushing into Kelly faster and
faster enjoying her sweet, young pussy. Kelly
looked into David’s green eyes and saw the
look of pleasure as he neared his orgasm.
David started to moan. The pleasure was
incredible sending waves as Kelly’s pussy
gripped and squeezed David’s cock. David
moaned louder. At the last second, David
pulled his cock out of Kelly’s wet pussy and
shot a stream of cum onto her belly. The
second stream landed on her breast and her
chin. David took a facial tissue from the
coffee table and wiped the cum of her pale
skin. Kelly smiled at David showing of her
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Romance / Re: Hardcore Sex Story "Hyper+" by Onuigbo59(m): 8:01pm On Dec 17, 2015 |
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Romance / Hardcore Sex Story "Hyper+" by Onuigbo59(m): 7:35pm On Dec 17, 2015 |
Derek closed his laptop, signaling that it
was the end of his work shift. He had spent
the last twelve hours working tirelessly on a
news article that had been turned down by
his boss three times already. In the past
month, she had only run one of his articles.
He put on his brown jacket and packed his
laptop up in his briefcase. It was pathetic
how he had allowed himself to fall so far.
He took the subway home every night to his
lonely apartment in midtown Manhattan.
There, no one paid attention to any of the
strange faces that passed in the street and
every scream was muffled by the sound of
the buses honking their horns.
He entered a very shabby and dimly lit
apartment. He was greeted by his servant,
Heather, who was dressed in a form fitting
French maid outfit. Her skin was light and
pale, with long blonde hair that was braided
and out of her face. Her eyes were a soft
blue.
She wore a black garter belt attached to her
nude stockings. On her petite and docile
feet was a pair of three-inch heels. The heel
was just long enough to give her legs an
extra bit of sexiness but not enough to
make her taller than he was. She greeted
him with her head slightly bowed and her
eyes to his shoes.
“Welcome home, master,” she said, bending
down to her knees. She kissed both of his
shoes and kept her head down.
“You may take them off,” Derek said,
removing his own jacket and placing his
briefcase on a table next to the door. He
watched as she slowly and gently untied his
black dress shoes.
Every movement she made was fluid and
graceful. It was hard to believe that in high
school, she used to be a cheerleader, full of
spunk and bursting with energy. Little did
he know that she would become this
beautiful creature that served him in his
own home.
Their relationship was not something that
many people would understand, even in a
city as liberal as New York. He started
dating her in college, after a night of
partying at a local get together.
She had a disease that made her obsessed
with servitude. After she had fully
blossomed in her junior year of college, she
could no longer contain herself and picked
him out of the crowd of Hot young men
at a party. Why she had picked him, he
would never know, but she had given him a
night he would always remember- and her
virginity.
He walked to the bathroom as Heather put
his briefcase and jacket away. She always
had a hot bath waiting for him to soak into
after a long day at work. Next to the tub
was a glass of red wine. He quickly
undressed, tossed all of his clothes aside,
and lowered himself into the steaming hot
water.
His muscles instantly loosened and he was
in a world of relaxation. The wine brought a
wonderful warming sensation to his face.
Even after four years of having Heather, he
would never get bored of her willingness to
bend to his every will.
After his bath, Heather dressed him in his
bathrobe and followed behind him as he
walked to the living room. He sat down on
a recliner and leaned back, sighing with
pleasure. She got on her knees and bowed
her head again.
“May I please my master?” she asked.
“Do so,” he loved it when she asked that
question. He leaned back a little more to
get himself comfortable.
Heather inched herself closer to him and
then moved to his crotch. He was already
nice and erect for her. She grabbed the
base of his penis and opened her little
mouth to suck on the head of his cock.
“Mmmm…” he moaned softly, feeling the
initial wetness of her beautiful lips.
She began to swallow more of him, little by
little, until his whole cock was deep in her
mouth. Her throat was tight but she forced
it in anyway.
He could feel the back of her throat closing
with every thrust as she tried her hardest
not to gag on his thickness. His balls
tightened up against him as he felt her
thrust his cock faster and faster down her
throat.
“Ugh…” he sighed, watching her blonde
head move back and forth rhythmically.
“Look up at me,” he commanded. Instantly,
her blue eyes looked up innocently at him
as she continued to keep sucking him off.
“Bleep…” he said, grabbing the armrests of
the recliner with both of his hands,
“I’m getting so close…” She knew exactly
what to do. With a finger, she reached
under his balls and pressed against the
sensitive skin as she thrust his cock down
her throat.
He could feel her swallow and her throat
tighten up while she pressed against the
outside of his prostate. The pleasure was
building up at the head of his cock.
“Ugh…” he moaned, feeling more pressure
build up. Even though he thought it was
impossible, she managed to get him even
deeper in her throat. Despite the fact he
was about to bust it all over her throat, he
pushed her off of him.
He grabbed his cock and bounced it a few
times in his hand, trying to calm himself
down. He was not ready to cum yet.
“Did I say make me cum?” he asked her,
raising his voice.
She closed her eyes tightly and whispered,
“No master.”
“You have made me unhappy. Come here.”
He pulled out the rope from the middle of
his bathrobe. The bathrobe fell off behind
him as he stood up.
Heather crawled towards him, whimpering.
“Lay down,” he said, sternly. Obediently, she
lied down.
He positioned her wrists next to a leg of the
table and tied her there. He had nailed his
coffee table down for this exact reason.
Taking a knife from the top of the table, he
gently sliced down the front of her outfit.
She did not wear any panties beneath her
garter belt and her waxed, beautiful pussy
was exposed. He put the knife down on the
ground and gave her pussy a good lick. She
always tasted sweet.
“Mmm!” she let out a moan. He spread her
legs wide open and buried his tongue deep
inside her, before moving it towards her
clit. Her clit twitched as her back began to
arch. He massaged her with his tongue,
moving it in circular motions.
“Ah… ugh…” she moaned softly. He eased
his index finger inside her, feeling how wet
her silky pussy was getting. It was time.
His cock was still erect and throbbing. He
pulled apart her cut open outfit, exposing
beautiful C cup breasts with perky pink
nipples. He grabbed one of them with his
fingers.
“Oh…” she sighed, closing her eyes. Then he
thrust his cock inside her, tearing apart her
pussy that was always so tight, no matter
what he did to her. He could feel her silky
wetness lubricating his cock upon his entry.
“Ugh!” she moaned a little louder. He
squeezed her nipple harder,
“Be quiet.”
With one hand still on her nipple and the
thumb of his other hand against her clit, he
began to Bleep her missionary style. Her
pussy contracted immediately as she
struggled to keep her moans quiet.
“Oh yeah...” Derek said, fucking her harder
and harder. Her pussy kept getting wetter
and wetter for him and he knew she was
enjoying it. It took all of his concentration
to not finish before she did. It was always
worth it for him.
Despite his efforts, he could feel the climax
building up in the head of his cock again.
He tried to turn his eyes away from her
beautiful tits, which were bouncing in
circular motions. Still, her pussy gripped
him tighter and tighter. He licked his thumb
and started rubbing her clit again.
“Ugh…” she moaned, “Mm!”
She clenched her lips tightly to not be too
loud. Her pussy contracted one more time
as she squeezed his cock with all her
might. He could not hold it in anymore.
“Bleep!” he yelled, “Ugh!” He rammed his
cock completely inside her and let his
climax pulse right out of the head of his
cock.
At the same time, she kept squeezing,
letting a stream of cum squirt from her
pussy all over him. The warm sensation
forced him to cum, each pulse with more
force than the next until he had completely
filled up her pussy.
“Oh…” he said, weakly, untying her from
the coffee table. He sat back, cock covered
with both of their cum.
Like the good slave she was, she crawled
towards him again, clothes still ripped, and
licked every bit of cum Thank me later |
Romance / Hardcore Sex Story "Hyper+" by Onuigbo59(m): 7:05pm On Dec 17, 2015 |
Derek closed his laptop, signaling that it
was the end of his work shift. He had spent
the last twelve hours working tirelessly on a
news article that had been turned down by
his boss three times already. In the past
month, she had only run one of his articles.
He put on his brown jacket and packed his
laptop up in his briefcase. It was pathetic
how he had allowed himself to fall so far.
He took the subway home every night to his
lonely apartment in midtown Manhattan.
There, no one paid attention to any of the
strange faces that passed in the street and
every scream was muffled by the sound of
the buses honking their horns.
He entered a very shabby and dimly lit
apartment. He was greeted by his servant,
Heather, who was dressed in a form fitting
French maid outfit. Her skin was light and
pale, with long blonde hair that was braided
and out of her face. Her eyes were a soft
blue.
She wore a black garter belt attached to her
nude stockings. On her petite and docile
feet was a pair of three-inch heels. The heel
was just long enough to give her legs an
extra bit of sexiness but not enough to
make her taller than he was. She greeted
him with her head slightly bowed and her
eyes to his shoes.
“Welcome home, master,” she said, bending
down to her knees. She kissed both of his
shoes and kept her head down.
“You may take them off,” Derek said,
removing his own jacket and placing his
briefcase on a table next to the door. He
watched as she slowly and gently untied his
black dress shoes.
Every movement she made was fluid and
graceful. It was hard to believe that in high
school, she used to be a cheerleader, full of
spunk and bursting with energy. Little did
he know that she would become this
beautiful creature that served him in his
own home.
Their relationship was not something that
many people would understand, even in a
city as liberal as New York. He started
dating her in college, after a night of
partying at a local get together.
She had a disease that made her obsessed
with servitude. After she had fully
blossomed in her junior year of college, she
could no longer contain herself and picked
him out of the crowd of Hot young men
at a party. Why she had picked him, he
would never know, but she had given him a
night he would always remember- and her
virginity.
He walked to the bathroom as Heather put
his briefcase and jacket away. She always
had a hot bath waiting for him to soak into
after a long day at work. Next to the tub
was a glass of red wine. He quickly
undressed, tossed all of his clothes aside,
and lowered himself into the steaming hot
water.
His muscles instantly loosened and he was
in a world of relaxation. The wine brought a
wonderful warming sensation to his face.
Even after four years of having Heather, he
would never get bored of her willingness to
bend to his every will.
After his bath, Heather dressed him in his
bathrobe and followed behind him as he
walked to the living room. He sat down on
a recliner and leaned back, sighing with
pleasure. She got on her knees and bowed
her head again.
“May I please my master?” she asked.
“Do so,” he loved it when she asked that
question. He leaned back a little more to
get himself comfortable.
Heather inched herself closer to him and
then moved to his crotch. He was already
nice and erect for her. She grabbed the
base of his penis and opened her little
mouth to suck on the head of his cock.
“Mmmm…” he moaned softly, feeling the
initial wetness of her beautiful lips.
She began to swallow more of him, little by
little, until his whole cock was deep in her
mouth. Her throat was tight but she forced
it in anyway.
He could feel the back of her throat closing
with every thrust as she tried her hardest
not to gag on his thickness. His balls
tightened up against him as he felt her
thrust his cock faster and faster down her
throat.
“Ugh…” he sighed, watching her blonde
head move back and forth rhythmically.
“Look up at me,” he commanded. Instantly,
her blue eyes looked up innocently at him
as she continued to keep sucking him off.
“Bleep…” he said, grabbing the armrests of
the recliner with both of his hands,
“I’m getting so close…” She knew exactly
what to do. With a finger, she reached
under his balls and pressed against the
sensitive skin as she thrust his cock down
her throat.
He could feel her swallow and her throat
tighten up while she pressed against the
outside of his prostate. The pleasure was
building up at the head of his cock.
“Ugh…” he moaned, feeling more pressure
build up. Even though he thought it was
impossible, she managed to get him even
deeper in her throat. Despite the fact he
was about to bust it all over her throat, he
pushed her off of him.
He grabbed his cock and bounced it a few
times in his hand, trying to calm himself
down. He was not ready to cum yet.
“Did I say make me cum?” he asked her,
raising his voice.
She closed her eyes tightly and whispered,
“No master.”
“You have made me unhappy. Come here.”
He pulled out the rope from the middle of
his bathrobe. The bathrobe fell off behind
him as he stood up.
Heather crawled towards him, whimpering.
“Lay down,” he said, sternly. Obediently, she
lied down.
He positioned her wrists next to a leg of the
table and tied her there. He had nailed his
coffee table down for this exact reason.
Taking a knife from the top of the table, he
gently sliced down the front of her outfit.
She did not wear any panties beneath her
garter belt and her waxed, beautiful pussy
was exposed. He put the knife down on the
ground and gave her pussy a good lick. She
always tasted sweet.
“Mmm!” she let out a moan. He spread her
legs wide open and buried his tongue deep
inside her, before moving it towards her
clit. Her clit twitched as her back began to
arch. He massaged her with his tongue,
moving it in circular motions.
“Ah… ugh…” she moaned softly. He eased
his index finger inside her, feeling how wet
her silky pussy was getting. It was time.
His cock was still erect and throbbing. He
pulled apart her cut open outfit, exposing
beautiful C cup breasts with perky pink
nipples. He grabbed one of them with his
fingers.
“Oh…” she sighed, closing her eyes. Then he
thrust his cock inside her, tearing apart her
pussy that was always so tight, no matter
what he did to her. He could feel her silky
wetness lubricating his cock upon his entry.
“Ugh!” she moaned a little louder. He
squeezed her nipple harder,
“Be quiet.”
With one hand still on her nipple and the
thumb of his other hand against her clit, he
began to Bleep her missionary style. Her
pussy contracted immediately as she
struggled to keep her moans quiet.
“Oh yeah...” Derek said, fucking her harder
and harder. Her pussy kept getting wetter
and wetter for him and he knew she was
enjoying it. It took all of his concentration
to not finish before she did. It was always
worth it for him.
Despite his efforts, he could feel the climax
building up in the head of his cock again.
He tried to turn his eyes away from her
beautiful tits, which were bouncing in
circular motions. Still, her pussy gripped
him tighter and tighter. He licked his thumb
and started rubbing her clit again.
“Ugh…” she moaned, “Mm!”
She clenched her lips tightly to not be too
loud. Her pussy contracted one more time
as she squeezed his cock with all her
might. He could not hold it in anymore.
“Bleep!” he yelled, “Ugh!” He rammed his
cock completely inside her and let his
climax pulse right out of the head of his
cock.
At the same time, she kept squeezing,
letting a stream of cum squirt from her
pussy all over him. The warm sensation
forced him to cum, each pulse with more
force than the next until he had completely
filled up her pussy.
“Oh…” he said, weakly, untying her from
the coffee table. He sat back, cock covered
with both of their cum.
Like the good slave she was, she crawled
towards him again, clothes still ripped, and
licked every bit of cum Thank me later |
Romance / Nothing To Do This Morning...so We Go Deep Must Read... by Onuigbo59(m): 12:16pm On Dec 17, 2015 |
I just sent my lover for the night
home.
I am a field rep. for a major
computer software installer and I
have been in this town of Portland
for three days so far.
I am a happily married woman in
my mid 30,s . My husband is a
Vetinaryan and we live in the Bay
Area of San Fran.
I am a very sexual woman and I
have a girl friday (Tina ) that
travels with me. She mainly looks
up the area where we will be and
looks for companys that advertise
male escorts.
Now you all know that in truth the
are just the male counterpart to
hookers.
I have no problem with that and
my men make a good frofit for
what I ask of them.
I prefer black men because they
are so desireable and they usually
are better lovers.
Tina always makes sure that my
men are very well endowed.
At all of my meetings I dress in
severe Suites and when I enter a
room the men become quiet and
all of them try in their own way to
kiss my ass and coddel me.
I love being a woman and watch
these guys fight for attention but
as I said I am all business until I
am through.
I usually have a head ake and am
tired .
When I get to my penthouse aweet
my first words to Tina is who have
you got for tonight and she will
spread out the pictures of the men
she has picked for me.
I will drink a glass of white wine
while I go through the pictures
and I am lucky to have Tina.
She has been around me long
enough to know my preferance in
men as I usually only have to look
at two or three until I point and
say that one.
Tina smiles her secret smile then
says I thought you might pick him
I called and he is on his way.
Albert probably is not his real
name but who cares ) he is
another Will Smith Look alike and
when he shows up and my
nagging head ake is still hurting.
I look him over and say you know
the rules right and he says yes
your woman friend already talked
to me.
I say strip I want to see what you
have in those pointing at his
jogging pants.
He pushes them down over his
very trim hips and his well formed
cock is exposed
I watch him step out of his pants
and I say bring it here and he
walks over to me his thick cock
swinging from side to side as he
walks.
I reach out and take his cock in
my hand and heft it he has a nice
set of testicals so I eft them also.
I look up at him and say eat me I
am sitting on the couch and I pull
my skirt up over my hips and I
raise up enough so that he can
pull my panties down.
I watch him kneel between my
legs and I open them wide for
him.
He is a very good at eating pussy
then I start to use my foul mouth
thelling to eat my pussy andthat I
want to cum in his mouth I grab
hands full of his kinky hair and
pull him up tight againdt my
leaking pussy gasping for breath
as his tongue digs deep inside of
me .
I tell him how I am going to Bleep
him until he cant move telling him
that he will not be able to get a
hard on for days afterwards as he
eats me.
My headake is gone now as I feel
my orgasm build inside of me.
He is responding nicely and I
come feeling like I am being
turned inside out with my
powerfull climax
I am still gasping for breath as he
picks me up and tosses me on the
bed like a love doll .
He crawles between my legs and
forces his thick cock into me
calling me a LovePeddler and slut all
those vile names that I love so
much when I do this
I Bleep him wildly doing whatever
he asks sometimes I am on my
back and then on my knees hei
hands maul my breasts painfully
but that only makes me more and
more excited I cum again and I
realise that he has good control as
his hands tightly grip my hips
pulliny my pussy back onto his
cock with every stroke. Then I am
on my back again his thick cock
hammering into me like a machine
I feel a third climax growing in me
and I wrap my arms and legs
around him helpless with his
powerful strokes.
Then I cum again anf he grunts
gringing hs pelvis against mine
then he whimpers and I feel his
cock pulse inside of me.
I lay there feeling so pleased with
myself as his cock pulses in mew.
My fingers trace circled on his
back as he cums we cuddle and
he kisses me our tongues
exploreing each others mouth in
post orgasmic curisity.
I later go down n him and get him
hard again and we Bleep then
sometime during the night I wake
up and I just suck him completly
off.
I like the taste of sperm.
In the morning I wake him and we
Bleep again and then shower then I
kick him out. Tina has already
made the financial payment for his
service.
I should be tired after my nithe of
debouchery but I am all charged
up now and cant wait for whatever
illhapped at the office. |
Romance / "My Wife And I Made A Pact To Have Sex At Every Wedding We Attend. by Onuigbo59(m): 12:00pm On Dec 17, 2015 |
“After I got married, understanding how
much work and money goes into the whole
thing made me determined to make the
most of every wedding I’m invited to. It
was during my wife’s best friend’s
reception (yes, she was a bridesmaid) that
I suggested making a pact to fool around
during every single wedding we go to. She
was down.
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We figured the best time to execute our
secret mission was during the father-
daughter dance, since all eyes would be
focused on the bride. As soon as “Tiny
Dancer” started playing, we slipped out and
ran towards a garden shed we’d spotted
earlier, on the outskirts of the country
club hosting us.
We screwed like mad, and we both came
really fast. As we were getting dressed, we
noticed a waiter leaning up against a
nearby tree, smoking a joint. The idea that
we’d been watched didn’t creep us out at
all—it was sexy, and hilarious. We waived
to the guy, high-fived and headed back to
the party like nothing had happened.
We’ve bleeped at ten different weddings
since, but nothing compares to that first
time when we had a little audience of our
own. I really do love my wife.” |
Romance / Re: Romances With Wolves by Onuigbo59(m): 11:57am On Dec 17, 2015 |
This is what happens when
you trade fruit for a make-out
session.7 |
Romance / Romances With Wolves by Onuigbo59(m): 11:49am On Dec 17, 2015 |
Anonymous
There's a saying
that goes, "The
best plan is to
profit by the folly
of others." That's
what this article is
about. I want to
share with you a
few things I've
learned -- the hard
way -- concerning girls and relationships.
Specifically, I've jotted down ten reasons why I'm now waiting until marriage to have sex. #1: I now know that sex isn't all it's cracked up to be. When I was in college, I remember having an experience that I referred to as a "love hangover." After being with a girl, the next morning I always felt an emptiness. That's something you won't see on TV or in the movies, but it happens a lot. There was emptiness, even regret, afterwards. The "love hangover" was a strange occurrence for me. Mainly because when I was in college, sex was my "god." As a male, it's what I thought about morning, noon and night. So you would imagine that having sex would have been completely fulfilling -- the crowning achievement in the worship of my "god." And yet, there was often a lack of fulfillment afterwards. Has that been your experience, too? Have you ever had a "love hangover"? If you have, you should stop and consider, "Why is that? Why is it that sex, if it's so important to me, leaves me with an empty feeling?" I remember being confused by this emptiness. I then concluded: "I just need more [sex], that's all." (We often think this way about stuff we hope will fulfill us, then doesn't. For example, we get the car we've always wanted, but then it's just "okay" after awhile. Instead of realizing that a car can't really satisfy us, we usually make the error of thinking, "Well, I guess that wasn't the right car. A different one will give me lasting fulfillment." But the emptiness continued. So, finally, I came to the conclusion that premarital sex wasn't all it's cracked up to be. It gets too much hype. It's not what the movies make it out to be. If it were, it would be completely fulfilling. There wouldn't be any "emptiness." #2: I now want to be more honorable toward women. I've found that girls often don't fully understand what's going on when it comes to sex. That is, their perspective on the whole thing is very different from a guy's. Often a girl will justify sex by saying, "But I love him," even if she doesn't really want to go through with it. Why does that happen? It's been said that, "Girls use sex to get love; guys use love to get sex." This is how it works: the girl is picturing marrying the guy some day; the guy is picturing everything he wants to do with the girl before he goes back to tell his buddies about it. And while something inside her is telling her it's the right thing to do, something inside the guy is telling him just the opposite, yet he proceeds. Why? For the physical pleasure no doubt, but also, I think, for another reason: it makes him feel like a man. But there is a great irony in that, for what is manly about deceiving a woman? Something I've discovered is that, when you honor a woman, you are honoring yourself. Why? Because someday you will have regret, and the regret will last much longer than the pleasure. In the movie Rob Roy, the main character says, "Honor is a gift a man gives himself." When you honor a woman by doing what you know to be right in your heart (that is, what's in her best interest), you honor yourself and insure that you will have no long- lasting regrets to live with. #3: That's somebody else's wife. Here's what I mean: most of the girls I've been with are now married to other men. When I put myself in the shoes of those men, I wish that I hadn't done what I've done. In fact, I might even like to punch myself in the nose for it. And so it goes without saying that when I get married, I'm not going to like the idea that someone else has had his way with my wife. What about you? Do you like the idea of someone else being with your wife? If you have a girlfriend now and feel that way, think of how much stronger that feeling will be with your wife someday. You can even take it a step further. That girl is someone's daughter. What if she were my daughter? Or what if she were my sister? Would I want some guy like me taking advantage of her? I now see girls from a different perspective. They're someone else's future wife, someone else's daughter, sister, etc. #4: Sex has killed my best relationships. For example, I had a college sweetheart, the girl of my dreams. With her, there was never a dull moment. We totally "clicked." We waited for awhile, then, through my initiation, we started having sex. Sex soon became the focus of our relationship. I stopped wanting to get to know her on any other level. And so, instead of growing closer together, we actually started drifting apart. That's what I mean by "sex killed my best relationships." People can relate on many different levels -- emotionally, mentally, physically, spiritually. But when my girlfriend and I started relating mostly physically, it short-circuited the other parts of our relationship. As a result, the relationship as a whole started to go south. We might still be together today if we (I) had waited. I've seen this happen with countless relationships, not just others of my own, but those of many other people. And I think there's a reason for this, which I'll explain next. #5: Sex before marriage ruins the other parts of the relationship. For me, two things happened once I had sex with a girl. As I look back on it, I can say that they happened literally every time, although I was unaware of these dynamics at the time. The two things were this: 1) I lost respect for the girl (even though I didn't want to); and 2) she began to mistrust me (even though she didn't want to). I don't know why this happened, I just know that it did. Maybe it's just built into "the system." But one thing's for sure: I'm not alone. I've seen it happen over and over again. I know many people having marital problems because they engaged in premarital sex. They go into the marriage with lack of respect and lack of trust, two absolute necessities for the health of any marriage. I know a newlywed couple who have sex less than once a month because of this -- he doesn't respect her, she knows it, and she doesn't trust him, so she doesn't want to give herself to him. It's very sad, and more common than you might think. But nobody talks about this kind of thing in public. And the movie and TV portrayals of couples having sex before marriage never present it either. It's like no one wants to acknowledge that it's happening, even though it is. #6: Waiting to have sex with my wife will mean better sex in my marriage. Why? Because we'll go into the marriage with me having more respect for her and her having more trust in me. One thing I've learned: if a girl doesn't trust a guy, she doesn't want to give herself wholly to him. Deep down, she doesn't really enjoy being with him. This is how it works. Since "girls use sex to get love, and guys use love to get sex," a couple will have sex before marriage. The girl does this to hold on to the relationship. The guy does it because he wants it even more than the relationship itself. Then, after the marriage, the woman has what she wants: a commitment from the man. So she doesn't need to use sex to get him anymore. And, because she may be harboring resentment because he had sex with her before they were married, she is now not interested in sex. And the guy -- who doesn't treasure his wife because of the sex before marriage -- still wants sex but not as a total bonding experience with his wife. It's just sex, which she figures out. So, there is a lousy sex life in the marriage. I'm not making this stuff up. Now that I'm out of college and many people around me are getting married, I'm seeing it happen all the time. The antidote: waiting for marriage to have sex will give the man a greater respect for his wife and the woman a greater respect for her husband. And consequently they'll have better and more frequent sex because they respect each other more and love each other more deeply. |
Romance / 15 Reasons Your Relationships Keep Not Working Out by Onuigbo59(m): 5:56pm On Dec 16, 2015 |
It’s so easy for us to give up faith in
relationships. Many of us have thought
about quitting several times. People will
tell you, “When you fall off a horse, you
have to get back on.” That’s provided you
haven’t concluded that you don’t even
want to be on that damn horse.
Relationships can be like horses. Some
people think they’re beautiful, remarkable,
strong and elegant creatures. Others think
they’re stinky, stupid, wild and really not
all that important to their lives. There’s
many ways to view relationships; the key
is that we’ve all got to find ourselves in
self-examination when relationships fail or
don’t work out. Yes, there are many times
when it wasn’t our fault, it was their
fault. However, there are times that
regardless of who’s fault, it’s time to
examine why it isn’t working out.
1. You don’t know when to shut up —
There comes a point where making your
point becomes harmful. There are times
when your sentence could end and be just
as powerful, but is ruined because of a
motor mouth.
2. You tell everybody your damn
business — Your friends are your support
system, but they are a gift and a curse.
They can be there for you when you’re
hurt, but they can also pacify you when
you need to teethe.
3. You refuse to accept that you’ll need
to make some changes in your life — “I’m
not going to change for anybody” is always
the extreme of not knowing what “How
can I be better?” really means.
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4. You expect others to put up with your
problems — “You should accept me flaws
and all” is only half true. I’ve always said,
“I accept that you have problems, but that
doesn’t mean I’ll make them my own.”
5. You’re inconsistent — You say you
know what you want, you say you know
what you don’t want, but you allow the
two to mix sometimes. You can’t profess
that you’re ready to settle down at one
point and then shout “YOLO!” at the next.
6. You’re not ugly, just unattractive —
Too often people confuse looks with
attraction. I know plenty of beautiful
women who are not attractive. It may be
personality traits, or they have only
heavily relied on their looks and haven’t
focused on their entire being to become
completely whole.
7. You’re too judgmental — Your perfect
ten is probably not the person you envision
them to be when you jot it down on paper.
You also can’t expect them to come off-the-
shelf like that too. You’re knocking down
potential and people who may meet your
80%, just because you find minor flaws.
8. Your network is not helpful — You are
the company you keep. You have to have
positive reinforcements in your life. It
doesn’t mean that you have to have
married friends, or friends with children.
It means you have to have a positive
network that is beautiful, instead of
looking like a war zone of love.
9. You haven’t learned to let go —
Acceptance is a part of life that we always
struggle with. We have to learn that we’ll
have to accept things in our past and leave
them there. We hold onto things because
we think that if we let them go it’s like
we’re saying it’s okay. We’re not, we’re
accepting it and allow ourselves to move
past it.
10. You’ve got too much pride — Pride
will stand in your way. It will make you
quit a relationship because you feel
slighted at a certain point, rather than
doubling down and making it work. When
you start concerning yourself with how
you look to others instead of how you feel
on the inside, you lose.
11. You want what you deserve, but don’t
want to earn it — Everybody thinks they
deserve the world. Everybody thinks
they’re awesome individuals. Then they
make everyone pass all these tests before
they’ll prove it. The world wasn’t made in
a day – you have to put in the necessary
work too.
12. Your past becomes baggage instead of
lessons learned — Everything that
happens in our life, happens for a reason.
At times, we acknowledge that something
happened, but don’t understand the
reasons and lessons we can learn. It
becomes a story that ends with the
occurrence and not what came of that
experience.
13. You digest entirely too much trash
instead of daily bread — Whether it is too
much reality TV or trash on the radio,
learn to balance when you digest.
Everything in moderation, but honest
moderation. You can’t possibly know all
the characters on each reality show, but
can’t tell me one great book (heck, author
of an article) that was written in the last
year you’ve read.
14. You make poor investments — We’re
all guilty of investing our time and effort
into things we know won’t bring us any
closer to happiness. We tell ourselves, “just
this last time” but we know it’s a guilty
pleasure. We also put time and effort into
investments that haven’t yielded any
results in some time — learn to walk away
and stop making those in the future.
15. You allow yourself to be enabled —
This one is huge — we become guilty of
enablement. We say that “I’ll land on my
feet,” “There’s plenty to choose from,” or
we tout off how many degrees or how
much wealth we have as reasons why we
don’t have to make changes. Or, we make
mistakes because we know there aren’t
consequences, or don’t believe there are
consequences. Don’t allow yourself to be
enabled, always challenge yourself to do
good despite of whether you’re held
accountable for it or not.
I swear to you, this list started out with
five points, then it was seven, and then it
was ten. I thought for sure I was done
with the list. When I began to transform a
few points scribbled down on paper into an
actual post and talk to friends about the
points, it expanded to fifteen. I also realize
that this list is not exhaustive – there are
several other points that could be made. A
few other things about this list; 1) The
reason why I started each point with “you”
is because when we’re single that’s who
we should focus on, not the other people,
2) This list is unisex, it wasn’t for women
or men, and 3) You may suffer from one or
you may suffer from all. If it doesn’t 100%
apply to you, don’t toss it aside as not
applicable.
Last, I’m not sure that you can solve these
flaws overnight. That’s okay, not too many
things work that way. Most times, it takes
hard work and a concerted effort to
reconcile and fix these. I think the first
step is to tell ourselves that we have a flaw
or an opportunity for improvement. Can
you be in a relationship and work on
yourself? Absolutely, but only to the extent
that it doesn’t become a burden on the
person you’re dating. Regardless, I don’t
think there’s anything on this list that we
can accept as a personal character trait
and move on, that’s literally why our
relationships continue to fail. |
Celebrities / Olamide, P-square Make Google’s Youtube Rewind by Onuigbo59(m): 11:40am On Dec 16, 2015 |
Following what has been termed a
successful year of Nigerian entertainment,
search engine giant, Google, has released
the list of the biggest viral videos of 2015
in its annual YouTube Rewind,
Among the many topics that defined this
year’s list was politics as the presidential
election and its aftermath loomed large in
the minds of Nigerians. Occupying the 5th
and 10th position on the top trending non-
music videos list are the audio file of Ex-
President Jonathan’s congratulatory call to
president Muhammadu Buhari, and Rev.
Ejike Mbaka’s outburst pertaining to
President Jonathan’s re-election campaign.
AYTV’s take on ‘Election Results’, Sahara
TV’s satirical video on the exit of ‘Patience
& Goodluck Jonathan from Aso Rock Staff’
and Bovi TV’s The Innocent Man kept the
country in stitches.
Also making the top 10 list are the
moments that sent shock waves across the
nation. The ‘alarming confession of nanny
who kidnapped Orekoya children’ and the
Lekki Robbery which occurred in March are
two of the videos that also made the
top-10 list.
In the music category, CEO of top music
label “Yahoo Boy No Laptop” (YBNL),
Olamide has been a clear favourite, with
his runaway hits Bobo , FalilaKetan,
MeloMelo and Lagos Boys making the list of
music videos that kept Nigerians dancing
in 2015.
The gravity-defying moves of Psquare put
Collabo firmly on the list, which is
dominated by videos from Nigeria’s music
industry, including Flavour and Chidinma’s
Ololufe , Woju remix by Kiss Daniel, and
WizKid’s tribute Ojuelegba.
The top five music videos worldwide are
the Furious 7 soundtrack, See You Again by
Wiz Khalifa featuring Charlie Puth; Sugar
by Maroon 5; Ellie Goulding’s Love Me Like
You Do; Lean On by Major Lazer & DJ Snake
and Taylor Swift’s Bad Blood, featuring
Kendrick Lamar.
Google’s annual YouTube Rewind is a review
of the music and non-music videos that
shaped popular culture in Nigeria and
across the world throughout the year.
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Celebrities / Re: Phyno Mobbed By His Fans As He Shoots Scene For New Music Video In Lagos Island by Onuigbo59(m): 11:26am On Dec 16, 2015 |
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Celebrities / Phyno Mobbed By His Fans As He Shoots Scene For New Music Video In Lagos Island by Onuigbo59(m): 11:23am On Dec 16, 2015 |
Rapper Phyno is already has a lovely
2015 and he’s not resting on his oars as
he continues to work hard and release
more videos for his fans. The famed rapper was spotted on Lagos
Island yesterday on the set of a new
video where he was joined by his fans.
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