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First, what is the definition of deepthroating? If a girl goes all the way down on a cock, gags, chokes, then immediately rises back up, is that defined as a deepthroat? Should there be a time limit on how long you have to keep it in your throat before it actually qualifies as deepthroating? Should you be able to, not only swallow the dick, but bob all the way up and all the way down on it while performing, in order to count it as a true deepthroat? I believe there are three levels of deepthroating, so the answer to all those questions are yes. A stage one deepthroat is the first type I mentio… 阅读更多内容

As you know from my profile, I am a total sucker (addict?) for women that don't shave, trim or do anything to their body hair. It took me several years, but there isn't a single area for women where body hair is a turn off. From a young age, I was magnetically attracted to the triangle of bush that adult women seemed to have. It seemed like the summit of the erotic (non-physical) stimulation: the mere observation of a well-shaped bush, even if not very thick, directly gave me erotic thoughts, and, along with a sexual appetite renewed, a rock-hard boner. Later when discovering porn websites,… 阅读更多内容

Why Cocksuckers Suck Cock There is literally nothing that can compare to having a man's penis in your mouth. The feeling you get when kneeled before another man as he stands above you in a position of power and dominance, is amazing and humbling. When servicing a cock, you stop being a human being with human rights, you become nothing more than a mouth who's only purpose is to provide oral pleasure. Sucking a man's cock is the ultimate show of submission. You are giving pleasure with all your being, without the expectation of anything in return. The sugary-sweet taste of the pre-cu… 阅读更多内容

There needs to be a change in perspective of how we all see Indian girls. In my earlier piece I’d written the following statement. “The ‘sati-savitri’, the ideal women of all, who is so chaste that she has barely been touched by a man other than her husband, is a myth, is just a figment of your imagination.” Whether you agree with me or not is not open to interpretations. This statement holds true. When an average Delhi (or NCR) girl from a middle-class family goes on to do engineering, during all 4 years of her studies she wears a kurta-pyjama because that is what she has been weari… 阅读更多内容

It was raining lightly today and at last the buds had popped from the trees, a light green of spring beginning to adorn the streets. But none of that mattered to me. My body was trembling as I stood in Leslie's living room, facing her as she sat on the chair. It was a moment I'd been eagerly anticipating for the last week, ever since our chance meeting at the cafe. It had been fairly busy in the precinct and I'd asked if she'd minded me sitting at her table. The way she glanced up and then did a double-take as she saw me made my heart beat a little faster. I hadn't seen that sort of look f… 阅读更多内容

So as I'm sitting in my 5th period math class I can't help but overhear Cindy Jacobs and Gwen Patterson conversing back and forth. At first it just seems like their typical mindless gossiping but as I catch bits and pieces of their conversation I hear the term "glory hole" and suddenly find myself focusing more and more on it. I try not to look interested as I hear tem talking. They occasionally glance at me to make sure that I'm not paying them any attention. I take some comfort in the fact that these two, perceived as the biggest sluts in school, would never suspect that I have probably had… 阅读更多内容

Be careful what you wish for We were seated in a quiet corner of a booth lounge at a bar of a luxury city hotel. I asked Thuy if she would like another drink “Sure,” she replied, looking tense, and then “thanks darling.” She was doing her best to look and act nonchalant and casual. But I knew my wife of twelve years, her smile was forced and strained – even after three vodka and orange, she was tense and nervous. “I’ll just go to the bathroom.” the seats were annoyingly low, I held out my hand to help her up, “Thanks honey.” She kissed me on the cheek and weaved her way between the oth… 阅读更多内容

On the San Lorenzo with Lilly (This is half fantasy, half recollection. . . ) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O0vGjE4d-X0&ab_channel=ZoamChomsky I’m not sure what I was expecting to find. I remember this stretch of the San Lorenzo River, above Santa Cruz between Felton and Ben Lomond. You had to know the right jeep trail to take off Highway 9, and it wound down to another social trail that meandered off through sandy soil and redwoods. You could hear the wind sighing softly in the gently swaying younger redwoods, occasionally the echoing screech of a hawk. But another murm… 阅读更多内容

when i was a human being who forgot to be supernatural i often wasted my sexual energy on thoughts that are of little use and little joy. something like guilt, or regret, or jealousy, but also such unfortunate thoughts that they weren't fully formed enough to be called one thing or another so a good way to become a fictional supernatural one is to help yourself by focusing on nothing but your sexuality and what you need to do with your cock-a-pole or sweet wet hole, to the point you are almost masturbating in public? well yes it could be that, but really it seems more to be about playing well… 阅读更多内容

Okay, so I don't normally do the whole scene report erotic memoir post thing, but it turned out to be mad hot and I hardly ever end up with a mad hot story, so here it is. So, me and a friend – I'll call her A – ended up at another friend's place – who I'll call B, (the friend, not the place). Just to hang out, nothing else implied. I knew B had constructed a wooden pony (or something like it) and I had been jonesing to go for a ride on one, ever since I'd seen one in a wax museum at age ten and thought why is my school taking us to a sex fantasy exhibition and oh, okay it's just me then. Ev… 阅读更多内容

Note, the blog below was written in 2017 while i was serving an online Master. The service to Him ended due to challenges with my RL being too busy for me to adequately fulfill His expectations and needs. i am leaving the blog up as a point of reference... i have been serving an online Master for the last couple months, when time permits. Many people have asked about the relationship, how it works, what my Husband thinks, etc., so i thought it would be best to write a blog about it. The most common question i receive is about my Husband, and His knowledge of my online Master. The short answ… 阅读更多内容

Life is a huge learning curve and the first twelve years are about fun and growing up. Things change dramatically and I think more so for girls than boys, when we hit puberty. I remember a man once telling me about when he was f******n how groups of girls would come from their school, which was a few miles away, just to meet up with boys from his school. The girls came up for sex and they would go into the old gymnasium, which was a separate block from the main building, and go down into the cellars, which was a mazework of nooks and crannies, and pair off, and fumble, kiss, and fuck. He was n… 阅读更多内容

Stephanie and I had been roommates for a couple years after leaving college. Stephanie was unaware that I was a lesbian until about a year ago, but never came on to me. She had had a bad experience the last time she dated a guy and hadn’t been on a date in over a year. Tonight she was set to meet Stewart, a man she’d met through a friend of a friend. They learned that they shared similar tastes in music and movies. But, they had only spoken on the phone and the thought of meeting a guy on a date put her in a whole new stratosphere of panic. Stephanie was beautiful; no other word did this woma… 阅读更多内容

We were both happy walking home from my lovely new black family’s home. My mom was wearing her hip hugging tights and a pretty blouse. She looks way better than I do in those hip huggers. I was proud of her for keeping in shape, as she was approaching 38 years young. She mentioned to me how sexy my new friend was. She asked me, if it would upset me, if she got to know him better. I smiled at her and told her he would be a safer choice, than the men she went to motels to enjoy. She smiled at me and told me I should invite him, not his father, over to play billiards on our antique table. I was… 阅读更多内容

Now that I look back at it, my first sexual encounter was probably a bit questionable. But 16 year old me didn't care. I had a very nice neighbor named Linda who was a divorced lady with no offspring that lived alone. I actually remember feeling sorry for her. She was in her 40's. She would drive me to school or give me a lift if she saw me walking home. I would do garden work for her in return. Once I spent the vast majority of a Sunday pulling weeds out of her garden beds and trimming her lawn. She invited me in for a glass of water but I politely declined, telling her that I needed to go… 阅读更多内容

https://cdn06.bdsmlr.com/uploads/photos/2019/05/212992/bdsmlr-212992-xuidvP1HUw.gif A little story written with and for sexyinheels (Susan) Susan came around slowly, and took in her surroundings. She recognized at once that her drink had been d**gged. She also could see that she was in some filthy dungeon. The chill of the damp air told her that she was naked. Susan was curled into a modified “Humble” position, face down, firm round ass up. Her wrist cuffs were linked to her ankle cuffs. A leather bridle filled her mouth. She bit hard, waiting for the impact. She wondered what too… 阅读更多内容

My fascination with Dolcett. A Vore story. “bird food”. Several years ago, I was involved with 2 men who turned me on to the Dolcett lifestyle. My husband was understanding and he thought it was just a phase I was going through. We would role play with me being treated like 1 of the Dolcett females. They had dug a long pig pit, in their back yard and put 2 spits over it. Both with long metal poles, that in the Dolcett stories, the poles would be placed through the females body, from her asshole and out her mouth and they would be spit-roasted over the open coals, then eaten by those who atten… 阅读更多内容

(This is a story about my Dutch friend, Catje. I call her my Ginger Girl, because, well, she has red hair.) My Catje, I stand at your doorway, looking in. I see you sprawled on your big chair, your doggie sleeping nearby. My heart skips a beat...you know me so well. You are looking at me, smiling, your hands on your thighs. Your beautiful full thighs...where my eyes wish to be...gazing... I know you like me to watch you, and I surely like you to watch me. So, look...or peek?...close your eyes and let me look. And then? What you are wearing? My Catje...my angel... Your long tee... Your laven… 阅读更多内容

I have vaginismus and I've never been with a man. But since I was in secondary school, long before I worked out I was gay, I have had a fantasy about being well, I guess, m*****ed by a dirty old man. And the fantasy has never really gone away. I guess it started listening to the older girls talking about being groped on the bus to school, and my fantasy grew from there. Now don't get me wrong. The reality would have been horrible and this is purely fantasy. Here it is: I am traveling home on the bus in my school uniform. I'm sitting by the window when, at the next stop, an old man in his lat… 阅读更多内容

I don't know if there is a word for it, I would think there probably is, I mean there is a word for every fucking kink, when it comes to fucking and knowing what it is that stirs your juices to make you want to ride some cock. My kink or sexual aberration, is that what disgusts me, makes me fucking horny, when I imagine him actually getting what he wants, against my will. It's almost like a self loathing, I'm punishing myself by surrendering to his will, letting him dominate and have me, standing outside myself and witnessing and feeling the sheer pleasure he is having, it has to be more than… 阅读更多内容

Ok Helen ,stand up ,pace to the middle again turn and face away from me ,please ,the Physio instructed with Helen and Dan noticing his curt tone and the way the please was said only perfunctory.It seemed to add to the charged atmosphere ,the noise of Helen's heels clicking over the tiled floor .As he stood behind her again he once more asked her to raise her arms ,full stretch above her head,as she djd so Helen took a small step to side just to get full balance with the heels now being on. At that ,he explained thats exactly why i wanted to let you see yourself ,how bad heels are for the body… 阅读更多内容

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It was my last day in Pennsylvania. The travel piece, 20,000 words on why the state was as culturally rich as it’s more popular near neighbour New York, (a presumption I thought I would struggle to validate but I had surprised myself and managed to give the place an ego boost) was emailed to my editor back in London leaving me a few days grace before the pedant came back with his endless notes and ideas to improve the article. We then engage in our customary email exchange where I quietly disavow him of his inane suggestions. Like most things, one’s instinct is usually more truthful and mo… 阅读更多内容

I'm curious, can all you guys train yourself to shoot cum? What makes your cum shoot rather than dribble out? My boyfriend shoots a very explosive large load and says he has always done that. Other boyfriends I've had would shoot every now and then and some just dribble. I am curious if there is some way to make your load explode out of your cock or if you are just born with it?… 阅读更多内容

I was wondering if cum tastes different to guys than it does to girls. And does cum from the same guy taste different to other girls? Stupid question I know, but it seems all gay porn shows guys loving other guys cum, whereas in a lot of the straight porn girls are not as thrilled to eat a guys cum. I personally have never had a dislike for cum, but some cum tastes better than others. One reason I ask is because one of my best friends used to date my current boyfriend and he shoots a really big load. She commented recently that his huge load was one of the reasons they broke up. She couldn't d… 阅读更多内容

Ladies, for those of you that have had the pleasure of having sex with a man that had a huge cock, what was it like the first time? Like, how big was it? Did it frighten you? Did you like it? How long did it take to penetrate your vagina? Were you able to get it into your mouth? LOL I remember the first time I had sex with a man that was huge. He was longer then both my hands wrapped around the shaft and I couldn't get my hands all the way around the shaft. I remember being amazed at it's size and girth and how heavy it was. His balls were really large also. I am a small girl, so it took prob… 阅读更多内容