The Ghosts of a Thousand Sexual Encounters
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Posted:Jan 4, 2010 5:43 pm
Last Updated:Feb 19, 2010 5:26 pm
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Back in my University years, I had a friend who went to graduate school in the US. One weekend my boyfriend and I picked up her boyfriend for a road trip down there. Being the cheap that we were, we of course all shared the same room. Off and on we had separated from each other all weekend. My boyfriend and I found ourselves alone in the room for a while.
What is it about hotels that make one automatically frisky? Is it the novelty? The fact that so many others had had sex in that same room? In that same bed? Countless other naked strangers had found the same allure in that cheap room. Seduced by the talentless artwork and barely tolerable linens.
How many other college girlfriends teasingly rubbed their boyfriends' cocks through their jeans there? How many sips of cheap wine had induced adolescent girls to strip off their tops and pinch their own nipples temptingly as their boyfriends grew hard in appreciation of the show?
The ghosts of a thousand sexual encounters encouraged us as we lay on the bed half-dressed, his fingers in my panties rubbing my clit while I nibbled on his earlobe and reached to unfasten his belt.
But he stopped me. The thought that the other couple could walk in at any moment didn't energize him with the same level of dangerous eroticism that it did me. The heightened excitement in the possibility of getting caught that heated my blood and quickened my breath only made him nervous.
We readjusted out clothes, and as it happened, the other couple did walk in a few minutes later. We all watched a movie together then settled down to sleep.
But our previous activities didn't leave my boyfriend completely untouched. I was content to go to sleep, but he had other ideas. While the thought of being walked in on a few hours earlier turned him off, the thought of fucking me with another couple just a few feet away in the bed next to us seemed to create the opposite reaction.
It suddenly struck me as unfathomable that such a scenario had not occurred thousands of times before. Two couples sharing a hotel room. Two double beds. How could it be possible that not once before in that very room had both couples not simultaneously succumbed to temptation?
That never before had two found themselves mirroring each other in the same sensual movements? How erotic would they find it - to glance over and see another woman straddling her boyfriend the same as her? To begin unconsciously grinding her hips in the same rhythm as the other. To arch their backs at the same moment. To have both men's cocks thrusting into their wet cunts at the same time, with the same movements.
Would the men find it equally arousing, or would they become competitive? Which one could make their partner moan louder? Orgasm faster? Who could last longer?
Would the girls begin looking at each other differently? Would the sexually charged current in the air cause them to become curious? Would they suddenly long to touch the other's breasts? Taste each other's tongues? Pull each other's hair and bit the other's nipples?
Of course none of this happened that night. As it became clear to me what my boyfriend had in mind, my only concern was stealth and quiet. I think my partner took perverse pleasure in how hard it was for me to remain silent.
I slung my leg over his, and felt him enter me - his thrusts were hard but short as we attempted to prevent the bed from betraying our movement. I glanced over and whispered that I thought that the other couple's breathing implied they were asleep. He grew more bold and dirty- thrusting harder and faster while I bit his shoulder in an attempt to release what I couldn't vocalize.
For all I knew the other couple was doing the same thing in the pitch blackness a few feet away. Perhaps they weren't asleep at all, both of them with their underwear bunched around their ankles like mine and my partners. Perhaps he was under the covers plunging his fingers in and out of her wet pussy. Maybe he was biting her nipples and rubbing his hard cock against her cunt in equally limited movements like ours, while she clutched the blankets and buried her face against her pillow.
Perhaps her boyfriend was fucking her even as mine was thrusting into me. I know that my encounter was intense but brief. The situation allowed for limited creativity and eventually the need for discretion caused us to finish up quickly.
I wonder how it was for them?
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Curious - TSmeet Meetings
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Posted:Jan 1, 2010 8:36 pm
Last Updated:Jan 8, 2010 8:16 pm
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In the interest of not being tease, while at the same time not being completely reckless - I have a question.
For those of you (both men and women) who have actually met people from this site - how have you done it?
Somehow inviting a strange man over and dropping my clothes seems at the least imprudent, and at worst - an invitation to get and murdered.
Any thoughts or advice on how this can best be gracefully done?
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Office Sex
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Posted:Dec 31, 2009 8:30 pm
Last Updated:Jan 8, 2010 8:16 pm
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I presented myself to him as if to a king or god. An offering of a (somewhat tainted) sacrificial virgin - a trinket meant to divert, and hopefully please him at his whim and then be tossed aside.
I saw the shift in his eyes and stance as he grasped what was being placed before him. No longer was he the sweet, cordial co-worker. He had transformed into the beast.
He ordered me onto my knees in front of him - and of course there is no where in the world that I wanted to be more. He gently pulled my hair back and out of the way, then gave it an abrupt yank - further inflaming my passion. I could feel my hot juices pouring out of my throbbing cunt simply from that one gesture.
I undid his belt and zipper and tore down his pants and boxers - raking my nails down his thighs as I did so. His grip tightened on my hair and he let out a gasp. Then I took his cock in my mouth and sucked and licked as if it were my only nourishment in a sea of starvation.
I licked down his long hard shaft and drowned in his musky odor. Simply having permission to offer such ministrations was intoxicating.
I gripped the back of his legs and he arched his back against his desk. I could have gone on for hours, sucking his balls, teasing his cock's head with quick little flicks of my tongue, fucking him with my mouth...
Suddenly he yanked my head up by the hair and slammed me against the wall.
What bliss. As if he were reading my thoughts.
He ordered me to take off all my clothes before thrusting his tongue in my mouth. I quickly shed everything I was wearing and took off his remaining clothes for good measure.
He was all over me. One had yanking my hair back so hard my back arched. His mouth and teeth on my nipples, sucking and biting. And the other hand? It reached down between my legs - his thumb rubbing my clit, with a few fingers reaching inside to fuck me.
He drew back and took his cock in his hand - then slapped my dripping cunt with it - sending spasms throughout my entire body. He rubbed it back and forth across my slit as I moaned and shamelessly begged him to fuck me. Now. I could barely see straight - all I knew was what he was doing to my body.
He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he plunged into me. He carried me over to his desk and lay me atop his books and papers - my legs still around him as the thrust into me. He fucked me hard and fast the way I needed it. Our moans and grunts were no longer subtle - there would be no disguising what was going on if anyone was outside the door.
But all I could see from the crack below the door was the soft flicker of the twinkling lights...
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Exhibition
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Posted:Dec 30, 2009 8:24 pm
Last Updated:Jan 2, 2010 3:05 pm
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Sometimes it's simply about the risk. The potential for exposure. For discovery. Perhaps an exhibitionist streak that had lain essentially dormant until he made the suggestion.
Sex in public.
Not precisely in the open, but of course the allure lay in the potential for an audience.
But where to choose? A car in a parking lot? A dressing room in a clothing store? A bathroom stall in a restaurant?
So many possibilities, each enticing in their own way. I got wet just thinking about the idea of it. I could hardly wait to see this fantasy fulfilled.
We decided to check out the lingerie store close by. Modeling a few outfits to set the proper mood. It all started out innocently enough- me strutting out in a rainbow of chemises and babydolls. But when I came out in the white merry widow ensemble, things changed. Suddenly he was all over me, not willing to even wait for the parking lot.
He pulled me into the dressing room and pinned me up against the wall- kissing me and pressing his erect cock against me. He unhooked the garters and carefully lowered the lace panties- finding himself on his knees in front of me.
I tired to keep myself quiet for the sake of discretion, but as I felt his tongue between my legs, licking and sucking on my clit, I found it impossible to suppress a moan and keep my breathing from turning to hot ragged gasps.
After a few minutes of this, there came a knock at the door. The salesgirl wanted to make sure that we didn't need anything. I recognized the voice- it was the young blonde who had greeted us when we entered. Very pretty and well endowed.
It struck me as impossible that she didn't realize what we were doing in there - so we opened the door slightly and said that we thought that she could help us. We invited her in and watched as she silently assessed the implied invitation. I was still breathing heavily and my partner smiled at her enticingly.
Her hesitation was all the encouragement we really needed. I glided over to her and kissed her- parting her lips with my tongue while my partner reached under the short babydoll that she wore as her "work uniform."
It soon became apparent that this was not her first dressing room interlude. Or at the very least; not her first FMF action. She proved quite adept at kissing me everywhere as well as running her hands all over my partner's hard body.
She soon had him on his knees - pulling off her silk panties - fingering and licking her hot wet cunt. In the meantime she had helped me pull off my corset and began sucking and biting on my nipples while I arched back and buried my fingers in her mass of hair.
All too soon it seemed her absence was noticed - as we heard the manager wondering by - wondering aloud where she had gotten off to. This was clearly a not-so-subtle hint for all of us to wrap things up. Probably for the best, as we were hardly trying for discretion and quiet at all by that point.
The salesgirl slipped out of the dressing room. I quickly put myself back together and went to make my purchases. The outfit had proven far too effective to pass up.
What to do next? None of us had gotten off as of yet, which was a positively unacceptable situation in my mind.
My partner and I gave one last longing glance at the salesgirl as we left, unfortunately giving her up as a lost cause for the time being.
By now we were more than a little impatient and frustrated, so we steeled for the quick and easy solution. We found a nearby hotel and asked for a room with a balcony. The hotel was arranged in a square with a courtyard in the middle- so when we stepped out onto the balcony we found that we were surrounded by rows of balconies on all three sides. Perfect.
He pined me up against the side wall and began pulling off my clothes while I attempted to do the same to him. Within moments we both stood fully nude in the open for anyone looking our, or on their own balconies to witness.
The balcony itself only had bars enclosing it, so anyone watching would have no difficulty seeing the whole show in graphic detail.
He yanked my hair back and began fingering me as I stroked and pulled on his hot hard cock. I lowered myself in front of him and sucked on his cock and massaged his balls- moving my head in an out taking it in as deep as I could.
He yanked my up roughly by the hair and sucked on my breasts - biting my nipples as I continued to give him a hand job.
He shoved me to the front of the balcony - my breasts hanging over the edge as he spread my legs. One hand squeezed and pinched my nipples while fingering me from behind. He rubbed his cock against my ass while I moaned and writhed like a cat in heat.
I could see several pairs of eyes peep out from slightly opened curtains. A few people were less shy - blatantly coming out onto their balconies to catch the free porn. One man, close enough to hear my ragged breathing undid his trousers with an audible zip. I watched him pull out his semi-erect cock and begin massaging...
I braced myself against the rails as my partner thrust into me without warning from behind - slamming into my pussy without gentleness or apology. I let out a loud moan of pleasure as he began thrusting hard and fast the way I like it.
I watched the masturbating man begin stroking himself in time to my swaying breasts - making soft synchronistic moans, matching my own.
My partner bruisingly, deliciously, clutched my hips - snapping me back with him pumping - grunting and slapping against me - beads of sweat running down both of our bodies.
More and more eyes were noticable in the surrounding balconies as we made no attempt to lower the volume of our gasping and moaning.
I began to verbalize the experience more obviously- demanding to be fucked harder, faster, don't stop, yes, it was so good, fuck yes, so good, God yes, oh...
And as my volume increased, so did that of my partner, the masturbating man, and someone else that I could even see.
My partner decided that the audience deserved a better view - so he pushed me against the side wall - raised my leg onto the balcony railing and continued thrusting- this time facing me and re-commencing his attentions to my breasts.
The man was truly a wonder- simultaneously managing to bite my nipples, finger my clit while thrusting deep into me without losing rhythm. He was obviously meant for a career in the adult film industry.
I soon lost all ability to continue articulating for my viewers- only able to gasp and squeal in time with each thrust.
I felt his pace of pumping increase, if that was even possible- and with a final thrust he came into me with a loud moan.
I took one final look around- gave a little wave and collapsed onto the bed inside, hopeful that we might be able to give an encore performance soon enough.
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Applications Now Being Accepted
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Posted:Dec 24, 2009 9:08 pm
Last Updated:Dec 30, 2009 9:33 pm
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Sometimes I wonder if I'm not what people would label as a selfish lover. It's not that I don't care about my partner's satisfaction - on the contrary, my ego demands that whomever I'm with be taken care of, even to the sacrifice of my own gratification.
By selfish, I mean that I get annoyed when men try to prove how long they can last without paying attention to my ultimate boredom, or by forcing me to service them for too long without paying attention to my subtle cues of being "over it." Sometimes I feel it's a form of dominance or ego on their part. Either way, I tend to lose patience with it quickly.
Perhaps it's because this lack of psychic synchronicity implies a seeming disconnect. An apparent disregard in finding a mutual rhythm or shared experience. It implies that each of us has entered into the moment without a common goal.
Even in the absence of romantic love, it seems to me that to people coming together in this expression of lust-filled vulnerability should share a reciprocal sense of what the moment is meant to achieve.
However I find that I often have no interest in seeking out that kind of synchronicity if it simply isn't there. I'm not in the mood to carer to men's egos or be subservient to their needs.
So what is the solution? In the short-term, I think I've found one.
A slave.
For me I mean.
I think I should find myself a man who is completely willing to bow to my desires alone.
I've constructed an ad for such a man - tell me what you think:
Job Description: The main focus of the work will be in satisfying whatever particular need I have that day. Examples of duties may include, but are not limited to the following: full-body massage, nipple sucking, making out for hours, hard fast fucking, painting my nails, feeding/bringing me ice cream, boudoir photography sessions, dressing and undressing me etc.
Qualifications: Will be looking for demonstrable skills in the tongue and hands, ability to achieve and maintain multiple erections over extended or repeated periods in a variety of circumstances, willingness to serve without complaint, not allergic to feathers or latex, a steady and creative hand with a camera.
References: Will be amusing to read, but not necessary. A "hands-on" audition/interview is a must.
While the slave's gratification is not the immediate concern, of course should he achieve satisfaction I will be very pleased for him, and may even be inclined to repeat whichever circumstances caused such an event.
Any applicants?
Please be as explicit as possible in your application. I do love a man who can talk dirty to me.
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Impatient
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Posted:Dec 23, 2009 9:52 pm
Last Updated:Jan 2, 2010 3:05 pm
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"What would you like to do to me?"
I crawled into his lap and gazed up at him with wide innocent eyes.
He stared at me in silence, looking torn between fleeing and devouring me.
We had flirted and teased for a while, being subtle enough to keep our egos protected, while still leaving open the opportunity for the other to respond.
I finally got him back to my place and onto the couch. But he did nothing. The feeling between us was palpable - the desire and heat. There was no doubt what we both wanted, so I decided to take matters into my own hands.
Again, the question had left open a range of responses - but the only thing I wanted to hear was some variation of his desire to tear off my clothes and violate me in a dozen different ways.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and began nuzzling his earlobe - gently licking and giving it a brief bite. I could feel his breathing speed up and his hand tighten on my thigh.
I sensed his torment as he struggled with propriety and his growing passion. With a sigh of impatience, I put my tongue in his mouth and pulled him on top of me. I could feel his erection as he ground himself against me and knew that I had silenced his internal debate.
Once he made the decision to continue, he no longer showed any signs of hesitation. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once - squeezing my breasts, pulling my shirt out from my jeans...
A moment like this is indescribable, coupled with a touch of surreality. To have wanted and fantasized about this experience so often and so vividly, adds a dream-like quality to each touch and sound.
For a moment there was doubt that the reality could compare to the countless climaxes created by the fantasy. But as the heat and wetness continued to build I knew that such a comparison was not only unnecessary, but also ridiculous. For in none of my most wanton daydreams did I capture the essence of what this man could do to me.
My imaginings were merely a tantalizing taste of the ambrosia that was being offered before me.
He continued to caress my skin and began to slowly undress me. Agonizing how he drew out each moment- not merely to savour it, but also to torture me with his seeming patience in the face of my eagerness.
He lingered over each curve and crevice on my body - licking and blowing soft kisses and tracing every line. It might have been a romantic scene if I had not, by way of contrast, begun quickly tearing off his clothing with no regard for damage to the fabric or care for where each hastily flung article landed.
Perhaps it was best that I hadn't lit candles to set the "mood."
What may have begun as soft-core erotica was quickly degenerating into a comedy. However he soon took the hint and appeared to acquiesce to my silent plea to pick up the pace a bit.
With my legs wrapped around his waist, he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. He dropped me semi-gracefully onto the bed, pulled my legs over the edge and knelt down between them.
That was more like it.
He immediately realized that this was an unnecessary move foreplay-wise, as I was more than wet and ready. So he spent merely a few moments licking and sucking on my clit - thrusting his tongue in and out before he had me writhing on the bed like a cat.
But we knew what we both wanted. So he climbed onto the bed and scarcely had time to find a pillow before I pounced on him.
I had spent months mentally exploring and pleasing every inch of his glorious body - claiming it as my own to use as I wished. I wasn't allowing him any opportunity to hesitate, or God forbid, change his mind now.
I climbed atop him and started riding him like my life depended on it. Up. Down. In. Out. Hard. Fast. I saw his eyes roll back in his head and his fingers grip bruisingly on my hips. he certainly showed no inclination to escape. Excellent.
Up. Down.
I set an unforgiving rhythm that barely allowed him to keep up.
In. Out.
His breathing became ragged and our moans mingled together surely loud enough for my neighbours to hear.
Harder. Faster.
The bedframe slammed against the wall in time to our thrusting, adding a sense of urgency to the moment.
I felt him arch up against me and yell a final moan as he came in a hot gush.
I rolled off of him to allow him a moment to catch his breath. There was no way I was letting him leave yet. I was just getting started.
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Straddle
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Posted:Dec 23, 2009 9:50 pm
Last Updated:Dec 24, 2009 12:54 pm
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We had a meeting this week, he and I. Plus a few others who only served as an annoying distraction. I found myself struggling not to stare. At his lips. His hands. His torso.
He was in a state of delirious distraction - allowing me more time to sneak surreptitious glances in his direction. He's had a challenging few months, the entire time I've known him really. It seems unfathomable that our time together has been so brief. Thoughts of him intrude my waking hours, making our time together seem endless.
His composure amidst all that work has thrown at him is admirable, and brings out an oddly erotic response in me. I want to wrap my arms around him, and lean his head against my breast. And there, of course, is where my desire to comfort ends, and more selfish desires begin.
Rarely have I fantasized about sex at work - yet with him the two concepts are inextricable. Images of late night meetings in his office...a longing glance...leading to a less-than-innocent massage...resulting in me kneeling before him and sucking away all of his cares.
Most of my infatuations are fleeting - gone and incomprehensible when remembered later. But this one is driving me to distraction. His exquisite body seems to beg to be worshiped and adored, and I am more than willing to do so.
I want to hike up my skirt and straddle him in his desk chair. To lick his neck and nibble on his earlobe as I unbutton his shirt. To rake my nails down his chest and feel his growing erection pressing up against the flimsy silk of my moistening panties. To feel his hands run up against my thighs, under my skirt and slip in between my legs. Forcing me to stand up and remove my underwear - unzipping his pants, releasing his hard upright cock to play with as I choose.
I want to stare into his eyes as I position myself over him. To see that moment of pleasure as I lower myself - my hot wet cunt squeezing his cock and riding it hard. His hands gripping my hips and ass for balance as I thrust up and down. Relentless and taking exactly what I want from him.
Surely lusting after him for this long deserves some sort of reward - and nothing less than this selfish carnal will do for me.
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