Brief list of fantasies I have yet to fulfill
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Posted:Apr 6, 2012 1:55 pm
Last Updated:Apr 12, 2012 5:35 pm
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Fantasy might not be the right word for some of these, creatively naughty idea might be more more accurate.
1. Go on a long driving trip and stopping to fuck right when you cross each state line.
2. I write an erotic story for a woman based on a fantasy she tells me. Then I hide it in parts in some public place, like a mall. She would know where the first part of the story is, and each part would tell her where the next one is. I would follow her as she found and read each part. Not sure if I want her to know what I look like or not.
3. A naughty/nice day. On a nice warm summer day, we would alternate between doing something nice, say playing putt-putt golf, and something dirty, shopping for sex toys. We'd keep doing things that would warm us up for when we got back to my place and tore each other's clothes off.
4. Sex in a store dressing room. Surprised I haven't pulled this one off yet.
5. A woman and I are out at a nice dinner in a fine restaurant, it's the start to an evening out, I tell her to go to the bathroom, take off her panties, and bring them back to me and I use them as a napkin during the dinner.
6. Agree to meet a woman from online in a movie theater, she get's their first. I either sit beside or behind her, and finger her until she cums. Then I leave.
7. FFFM -  - FMF I have done.
8. Fuck while riding on a train, ideally a woman I just met.
9. Get a blow job on a plane flight
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This is how you will get it tonight
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Posted:Jun 2, 2012 10:15 pm
Last Updated:Jun 2, 2012 10:15 pm
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This is how you will get it tonight.
Your mood does not matter to me
if you just want to get to bed early,
or "make love,"
or just give me a blow job and go back to watching TV
I do not care.
Because,
Tonight. I will be destroying you.
Ravishing and devouring you.
Tossing you around like a doll.
There won't be much talk, besides my commends.
"Raise your ass higher."
"Suck that cock like a dirty slut would."
"Do you want another smack across the face?"
"You forgot who owns this pussy, didn't you?"
When I am done with you,
I will toss you onto the bed,
to rest and recover,
while I grab a beer and check o see the score of the Tiger game.
You'll be lie there,
feeling used,
like you rarely have before,
by me, or any man.
A little nervous that I am going to come back for more.
A little excited in anticipation of me coming back for more.
I really don't know if I will be back,
depends on how Verlander is pitching.
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She was really bad that day
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Posted:May 31, 2012 2:58 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2013 8:09 am
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When I saw the look on her face, I smacked harder and harder, but her expression did not change.
I tossed the leather strap to the ground and grabbed her face at her cheeks, “You DO NOT look at me like that.” Her expression did not change.
It wasn’t what I wanted to do, but I smacked her across the face, “Did you forget who is in charge here?” I smacked the other side of the cheek, both started to burn red.
I could see the shock registering across her face, and her expression changed to the look of a timid puppy. ”No, daddy.” She whimpered.
Reaching down, I grabbed the leather strap, and smacked her ass hard twice, “You know you need this, you need this pain to escape.” I handed her the strap, “Smack it!” I commanded. ”SMACK IT!”
Crack! Not hard enough for my satisfaction, “HARDER! Do it like you deserve.” She got herself warmed up and started spanking her own ass with more and more power. I let her go on for a few moments, than grabbed her wrist and stopped her last strike.
“Good girl,” I took the strap from her hand and tossed it across room, “Good girl,” I repeated and then I took her in my arms and kissed her as deeply as I could.
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Behind on the rent.
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Posted:Apr 22, 2012 6:15 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2013 8:08 am
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Heather had gotten behind on her rent. Her car broke down, there was an unexpected bill from college, and she maybe spent too much on clothes. She knew she was in trouble.
But she wanted to own up to it, and went to visit her landlord. She made sure to dress subtly, sexy, but couldn’t decide about which skirt to wear. She went with the shorter grey one.
They talked for a bit.
He was understanding. Nice, friendly, charming, not too bad to look at.
Moving from behind his desk, he sat on the edge of his desk. She had to look up at him, out of the corner of her eye to keep eye-contact.
“Heather, I am confident we can work something out. Wipe away what you owe. But there is something I will demand in return.”
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The curve of a woman's back
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Posted:Apr 21, 2012 7:18 pm
Last Updated:Apr 22, 2012 5:40 am
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The curve of a woman's back
It's really not fair
how the curve of a woman's back, it just intoxicates me instantly.
Like I downed an entire bottle of vodka in a second.
The two women I loved - probably a coincidence -
both had tiny tattoos on the small of their backs
a tree frog
a daisy.
When we were at a concert or party,
or anywhere I could get away with it
I would sometimes slip my fingers
under the back of their shirt,
tracing their outline from memory.
It's really not fair
how it rises up, on a gentle incline, then curves
forming the shape of a tight ass
then easing down to form a
long lean leg.
All I am saying is this, if you are my woman,
and you purposely highlight your amazing curve.
You quickly learn that you use that as your code phrase for "It's all yours daddy, do whatever you want."
And I will.
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Temptation builds desire
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Posted:Apr 15, 2012 12:42 pm
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2012 9:36 pm
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Temptation builds desire
They teased each other all night long
As they walked into a friend of a friend's dinner party,
he put his hand on the small of her back and whispered,
"The second we get home tonight, you are going to get ravished and devoured."
She played it coy, remained silent, and didn't even change her body language in the slightest.
Even when they were on different sides of a room,
a scattering of party guests between them,
they'd make eye contact.
His saying, You are so fucking sexy that I am going to tear you apart.
Hers saying, Maybe.
Their car’s headlights scanned the front of their house like a searchlight
as they pulled into the driveway,
they had remained silent the entire short ride home
He unlocked the front door,
held it open while she walked in
Before the front door even closed,
he pushed her up against the wall
pinning her arms above her head with his right hand
lifting up the front of her skirt with his left
Then
his middle knuckle circled her throbbing clit
He was not surprised at how wet her black lace panties were
He leaned down close to her ear
said to her, in a soft, stern voice
"Never forget whose pussy that is."
She grinded against his a little bit knuckle,
but just a little bit
She let a few soft moans,
but just a few
she paused
kicked off her shoes
said to him, in a soft, stern voice, "If you want this pussy? You are going to need to take it."
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Things about women that some men don’t know
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Posted:Apr 14, 2012 5:55 pm
Last Updated:Apr 20, 2012 4:06 pm
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Entry #1 – What being a “nice guy” usually means
There is a pretty thin line between “a nice guy” and push over who doesn’t stand up for himself.
There is also a pretty thin line between being “a nice guy” and kind of creepy guy.
The nice guy/push-overs, if you have a woman, it is because she knows you will do pretty much whatever she wants. And eventually, she will start to lose respect for you. There is even a chance she will feel more like your mother and not your smoking hot dirty girl.
Then she will do one of two things, end it with you or start fucking a guy behind your back. That guy will be a take-charge kind of man, he’s confident, and maybe a little too cocky. He will fucking ravish her. He will do things to her that might end up in the Guinness Book of World Sex Records.* And there is a good chance she is going to leave you for him, because she makes he makes her feel desirable, sexy, and like a woman again.
A strong woman, especially moms, have to make a million choices a day, they have to think ahead about another million things. So when she asks you, “What do you want to do Friday night?” You do not reply, “Whatever you want to do.”
Have a basic plan ready to go, “Dinner around 7pm, at that restaurant/bar place by the lake. After dinner, if we like the vibe there, we’ll stick around. If not, I thought we’d head over to that bar with the jukebox and one shitty pool table, play some songs, drink some beers, maybe kick your ass in some pool.”
If she was thinking of something else, she will tell you, and you two will talk it out and come with a plan. But sometimes, take a stand, and say, “Trust me, it’ll be a good time.” Remind her you have a set of balls once in awhile.
As for the nice guy/creepy guys. Remembering every single detail about her is kind of creepy. Buying her presents all the time, “I saw this and thought of you,” type of presents, is sweet once in awhile, but do not over do it. There is something almost serial killerish about it to some women if you overdo it.
Remembering weird “anniversaries” hey this is the two month anniversary of the first time we had lunch together.” Creepy as fuck. Especially if you’re not actually dating.
What you are actually doing is passively/aggressively trying to convince her to like you, even if you are already dating her. Like nice/guy pushovers, you don’t think you deserve her, but you also think each “nice guy thing” you remember, mention, or buy her, should come with some sort of reward for you. It’s the equivalent of constantly asking, “Do you like me?” as if you were an insecure 13-year-old boy.
If you’re not dating her, the chances of this method working is .05%, there was a study.** If you think this plan is going to win her away from her “bad” boyfriend, the chances of that are .0009%, same study***
Treating women with respect, and putting them on a pedestal, are as far apart a two things can be. Treating a woman with respect is about treating her like an equal.
* There is no such thing as the Guinness Book of World Sex Records, although there should be.
** I completely made up that percentage. But I am pretty sure it’s accurate.
*** Ditto
- Next entry, “The difference between confidence, arrogance, and cockiness.” -
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Memo to all the tiny brunettes of the world
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Posted:Apr 14, 2012 4:01 pm
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2012 9:36 pm
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Memo to all the tiny brunettes of the world
If you
would like the following items
my car, my house, my computer, my lips, teeth, and tongue, my book collection, my big toe, my poems, or my cum
it’s really quite easy to do.
Just do
the following.
stare up at me
Open your eyes WIDE
take your hair
pull it over your ear
tuck it there
and
ask.
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August is still one of my favorite months
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Posted:Apr 12, 2012 6:58 pm
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2012 9:36 pm
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She craved being the bad girl. The reason why is obvious, he parents kept her on lock-down. Tight curfews, she had to call to check in all the time – in the day before cell phones – and they made sure she dress very conservatively. So of course, she had to rebel. The thing was, they had no reason to keep her on a short leash. Two months ago, she graduated high school near the top of her class, and was accepted to a college two time zones away, where she was going to be free.
I met her when I was twenty-four, I worked for a kind of large video store company with stores scattered around Michigan. They would send me to manage stores where things went to shit. The previous manager was probably stealing fro, or running some sort of scam. Or they were a giant asshole to the employees and the customers and they were hurting business. They’d fire the manager, bring me in to clean things up, keep the people who should be kept and fire the ones that should be fired.
The first minute I saw her, I knew she was going to be sticking around. She was smart, did her job good, was nice to the customers, and she had a month left, and she wanted to transfer to a store in the town where she was going to college. The few times we worked together, I sensed there was a bad girl inside her. I just wasn’t sure if she hadn’t let it out yet, or if she already knew how to turn it on.
I scheduled her and I to close together on a Saturday night, she told me she liked to close because it “broke her out of jail for awhile.” Our store stayed open to 2am, and the night we closed together, it was deadly slow, barely any customers, which gave us a lot of time to talk. At 11pm, we realized a customer hadn’t come in for an hour, and we had just been leaning up against the counter talking.
At 11:30pm, I was finger fucking her on the desk in my office, while she stroked my cock. At 1:00pm, I locked the door, put a sign up that said, “Closed Early Due to Computer Problems” and we made our way back to the Adult Video room, where I fucked her while she grabbed onto the edge of the shelves, shaking off the cardboard cases the faster and deeper I slide my cock into her. When I came, she spun around quickly, took my cock in her mouth, and sucked down every drop.
We closed together a lot after that. I made her wear a skirt one night so I could finger her behind the counter, even if customers were in the store. One afternoon, there were four of us working, and when her shift was up, she went into the back to count down her register. After a few minutes, she came out and asked if I could double-check it, she was coming up $10 short. When I got to the back, she was sitting on her desk, fingering her pussy through her panties and cumming for me.
When we opened the store together, she would sit under my desk and suck me off, while I went over the bills, sent off reports to corporate, and prepared the cash drawers for the day.
Her last day of work was approaching, she needed to pack, and head off to her new life at college. On our last night of work, I bent her over the checkout counter and pounded her. I spanked her ass harder than I ever had, she told me she wanted to feel the burn of my handprint on her ass, her entire drive to her knew college.
Her first few months at school, we would talk on the phone on and off, she loved hearing my deep voice commanding her exactly how to touch herself. I was being moved to a new store, and things just fizzled out. But she gave me one of the greatest months of my life, and wherever she is, whatever she is doing, I hope she is happy and enjoying her life.
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The Dressing Room
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Posted:Apr 11, 2012 7:31 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 8:28 pm
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They had made eye contact at several different stores throughout the mall. She was trying to find a present for her niece's birthday, he was just looking for a new winter jacket.
They kept randomly seeing each other in different stores and each time they saw each other, things progressed, she would smile longer, he would hold eye contact longer. The fourth time they accidentally saw each other it was inside the mall's bookstore, she watched as he borrowed a pen from a cash register lady, and scribbled something on a piece of scrap paper. He gave the pen back, and looked her right in the eye, and slightly wiggled the note. Making she he drew her attention to it.
He walked over to a section of the store, placed the note in what looked like a photography book, put it back so it stuck out a little bit more than the others. Turned, looked at her, gave her a sly smile, and slowly made his way out of the store.
Interesting, she thought to herself. Very interesting. She immediately walked over and picked the book from the shelf, it was a book of artistic erotic photography. The note was between a photo of a woman's body, backlit through a lacy shade and a photo where a trail of clothes led to a man and woman ravishing each other in a hotel bedroom.
The note read, You are breathtaking. Men's dressing rooms in Macy's, I will be in the room at the end of the hall. It. was signed, Mysterious Stranger.
When she entered the dressing room, he grabbed her and they passionately kissed is that way where it feels impossible to stop. But they did, he spun her around and lifted up her shirt and began massaging her breasts while she undid her pants and pushing them and her panties down to her knees. Her hand reached around and massaged his cock through his pants, he was hard, long, and thick.
He unzipped his pants and managed to get his rock hard cock through the zipper and sliding it into her waiting wet pussy caused her to brace herself on the sides of the dressing room. She started to moan, he briefly covered her mouth, and whispered, Shhhhhh.
Cocking her head back, he grabbed her breasts, she tightened her grip on the walls, and they began pounding their bodies together.
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Blog Swap - My Experience with Light Bondage
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Posted:Apr 8, 2012 10:21 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 8:28 pm
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I have been introduced to the wonderful world of blog swapping by flirtatiousone4u
We swapped light bondage stories, hers made me realize its been too long since I've been tied up.
My Experience With Light Bondage
Several years ago I met a guy who had a tendency toward…hmm…how do I say this? Non-vanilla activities? I say it like this because I wouldn’t say he was so out there. He was mostly vanilla with a twist despite trying to convince anyone otherwise. He and I had some very passionate encounters. We say each other for a few months. It was good times.
He wanted to try some light bondage with me so being open minded I agreed. He had this electrical tape which he bound around my ankles, around my torso pinning my arms to my body and my wrists were also bound. He obviously knew how to bind a woman. I was unable to move and was tightly bounded by this tape. He then had sex with me in various positions. He had to help me move into position as I was a little immobile. The tape was very tight.
I felt like the experience was positive. I felt like my nerve endings were on fire. I also was sort of held captive there and I did feel safe but it was still an element that I was not familiar to me. That increased the intensity of the encounter greatly.
After he unbound me he let me do the same to him. I felt in control. I made him fuck me and I sat on his face and made him lick my pussy while he was bound.
The next day I realized that the tape was so tight that it left these odd little bruises on my arms, breasts and legs. The next time I got together with him I was prepared. I bought some bondage tape and brought it for him as a gift. Bondage tape isn’t sticky. It sort of looks like the tape police use - ‘Police Line – Do Not Cross’. I think I still have half a roll in the back of my closet if anyone is interested in being tied by Flirtatiousone4u
I believe that experimenting with Light Bondage can be a positive experience if you trust the other person and are open minded. Silk scarves and pantyhose can also be great tools for bondage.
Flirtatiousone4u
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Helping a Friend
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Posted:Apr 6, 2012 8:11 am
Last Updated:Apr 7, 2012 8:01 am
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We had been friends with benefits for a little over three months. We had shared and acted out some of each other's fantasies, but she had one that she hadn't confessed to me yet.
"I want to be tied down to a bed in a hotel room, blindfolded, and I want a random man, one I don't even know, to come in and fuck me anyway he wants."
"That is hot, we can pull that off tomorrow-"
She cut me off, "No, I want the man to be someone I don't know and never will know. It's never going to happened, because I don't want some freaky creep who is going to kidnap me or something."
"Oh come on, you should know me well enough by now that I can make anything happen."
I thought about it for a few days, she needed to feel vulnerable, but ultimately safe. And since she couldn't screen potential men, she needed someone to do it for her.
Early one evening I got a text from her, "Stressful day!!! I need your deep sexy voice telling me to cum TONIGHT! Phone sex? 11pm?" I texted back, "Of course, and I have a surprise to tell you."
After she came for me a few times, I let her know my plan to make her hotel fantasy come true. I would screen the guys, we'd set up an profile on Polyamory Date or another site, then I would find the guy who I knew she would like, and who wouldn't push things too far.
"Interesting," was all she said at first. "GIve me a few days to think about it."
A few days later she texted me, "Let's do it."
I set up the profile, she approved it, and I began wading through the 100s of emails from morons until I found a few guys who seemed to get it. After verifying they were who they said they were, I picked one guy who I knew was perfect for her.
One friday night, she got a call from me, "Can you meet up at the hotel on Hewitt at 9pm tonight?"
"Yes, do you have a surprise for me?" she asked.
"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise. I will text you the room number."
When she entered the room, I blindfolded her immediately and led her to the bed. "Tonight's the night, I whispered in her ear." I undressed her, laid her down on the bed, bound her wrists and tied the slack around the bed's legs, then her ankles, and did the same. Neither of us saying a word the entire time.
I double checked the knots to make sure she was truly bound, made sure her blindfold was secure, and walked out the door, making sure it slammed so she knew I was gone.
The lucky gentlemen was already waiting for me at a local bar, nursing a beer. I ordered one of my own, and ran over the ground rules with him.
"You can't untie her or take off her blindfold. You say things to her, call her names, but she most likely won't respond. She doesn't want a lot of conversation. No pain and nothing that would leave a bruise."
He got a big smile on his face, "This is going to be fun." We finished our beers and headed outside, I handed him the room's keycard, told him where to go, we both got into our cars and headed off.
I parked just outside the room, and watched him go in. While staring at the green hotel room door, I started to imagine how turned on she was, what he was doing to her, and my cock started to stiffen in my pants.
After about 20 minutes, he came back out of the room, got in his car and drove away. I waited a few minutes then entered the room again. She was still perfectly bound and blindfolded, breathing heavy, with a big smile on her face.
I stood over her, both of us still not saying a word. I looked her over and unzipped my pants and began to massage my hardening dick. There was one thing left we needed to do to complete the fantasy.
"Tell me what he did to you, tell me how he treated you like the fuck toy you are."
She began to describe what happened moment by moment, while still trying to catch her breath. All the while I stood over her, jerking my cock harder and faster. I tried to hold it until the end of her story, but I couldn't. My cum shot out all over her breasts and stomach, her body flinched a bit when she felt it hit her.
Once my head was clear, I went into the bathroom, moistened a washcloth with warm water and cleaned her up. I unbound her from the bed, and she sat on the edge of the bed drinking from a glass of water I brought her.
Her adrenaline and endorphines were still swirling around inside her body. She covered her shoulders with a towel, shook her head, got a gigantic smile on her face, and said, "Wow. Just wow."
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What do you find sexy about this photo?
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Posted:Apr 4, 2012 6:46 pm
Last Updated:Apr 11, 2012 7:32 pm
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I love the curves the photo. Starting with how the curve in her back rises to forms her ass. And the slight bend of the knee makes another curve that almost matches the symmetry of the first one.
His leaning close to her and curving his neck so that he can kiss hers.
How he holds (pins) her arms above her head against the wall.
The way her dress rises up in the front as his hand plays with her pussy.
The style of their outfits (note self, buy new white dress shirts)
I imagine they were on their way out for the evening, but he had to have her one more time before they left.
Thoughts?
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