I want my partner to lace their fingers in my hair just above the nape of my neck. I want them to kiss me keeping me from going to dep, keeping me from pulling away. I want them to bend over so that I’m forced down on my hands and knees. Our faces inevitably broken of physical contact, but not of visual contact. There’s a hint of a smile on the lips but some combination of distant and evil playing across the eyes.
“Lick them” The command is given. I’m not into feet, I’m not a shoe licker, but that’s what makes it hot. I don’t do this for myself, but to please them and so I do. I lick with the tips of my tongue, I lick with the full flat. I make contact long enough that the warmth of my tongue can be felt through the shoe. It tastes grose. It smells like shoe and leather. But when they pull my head back to look into my eyes, they are pleased. I obeyed and I did it with as much enthusiasm and grace as I could muster.
They pull me up and push my head towards their groin. I orally please them, sucking and licking on their delicate bits. I can tell when I find the right spots because there’s a soft noise that escapes their lips and their grip on my hair tightens until it hurts. I wince but I do not stop until they shove me away. “Trying to make me come already?”
They smack my face. There’s no reason for it. No hate, no punishment. It’s simply because they can. I fall back slightly because of the impact, but I right myself and look back into their eyes. “How may I please you next?” The words are not spoken but they are plain across my face.
“Up.” I stand up.
“Turn.” I turn away from my partner.
They grab my hips with their left hand, their right hand pushes my face down onto the surface infront of me. They bend over and whisper into the crook of my neck, “You’re going to take it all aren’t you?”. Fingers start entering me. one, two, three… There’s some movement and wiggling as my wetness is distributed then the onslaught continues, four fingers now, all of them sliding in and out of me easily. The thumbis tucked and there’s pushing. I arch my back trying to pull myself away from the invading hand, but an arm is rested across my back to push me back into place. The dreaded 5th knuckle forces itself past and there’s a hand inside of me. I’m barely given time to breath when it starts moving inside me. They try to withdraw their hand but my body will not give it up so easily. Their free hand slides back into my hair and grabs. They pull their hand free of my body. I sigh. They shove their hand back inside me. This time it’s not a slow build up. My defenses are down and they are fucking me with their hand. I’m moaning.
“Fuck my hand”
I start rocking my body forward and backwards sliding their hand in and out of myself. At first its tender, but as I comply I feel myself getting turned on. My body is lubricating itself for what is to come. I slide forwards off their hand and when I move backwards to re-impale myself, there’s no longer a thin hand there but a fist. I pause for a second.
“Do not stop.”
I push my body backwards on the fist. The gentle slope from fingertips to knuckles is gone and replaced with the blunt width of a full hand, as I force my body back onto it, accepting it inside of me, for them. After taking the fist inside of me a few times I can feel the repeated exposure to air is drying up my lubrication. No relief still..
“Do not fucking stop.”
I wince as my labia become dry and sore. I whimper “ow” as they fist fuck me. I return to being prone under their arm. I want them to hurt me so they can feel good.
Finally, as tears start leaking out of my eyes, they stop. They pull me up to face them. They wipe their hand off on my face, smearing my tears and wetness together, sticking my hair to my cheek.
“Can you take everything?”
They pull me close as if to embrace me. One arm wraps around my upper back. The other hand finds it’s way to my ass. Two non-lubricated fingers penetrate my rear and pull up getting me onto my tiptoes and forcing me to lean into my partner. They bite my breast, hard. I want them to.
“Put some clothes on, we’re going to dinner… and don’t wash your face.”
It was actually quite an unfortunate experience. You see at the time I was with my ex, the fuzzy russian, and he was actually not interested. I, being a kinky fucked up soul, was *really* turned on by the idea. So after trying and trying to talk him into it, he finally relented and said we would that night.
So I was excited and tried to prepare. I found a bottle that was used to squirt/apply hair color and I washed it out SUPER well. Then I filled it with warm water and gave myself an enema. I cleaned up as best as I could. I even slid a finger into my ass to check and make sure I couldn’t find anything. I was excited.
Later came and we were fooling around and fooling around and I asked him if he wanted to try and he said that he just wasn’t in the mood. So we didn’t do it. I was bummed (harr!) but we did have sex and then fell asleep.
The next morning involved morning sex and he told me that he was willing to try now. Not thinking too hard about it since I was SUPER excited, I hopped on. He laid on his back and I lowered myself down onto him because he was still somewhat sleepy-like and also because then I could control the speed/depth. After I got him into me and settled past the discomfort, I started to ride him a bit. It felt so good. Unfortunately, I had to adjust. My legs were getting tired and he said he was uncomfortable and he needed to sit up. So we went to change positions. As he slid out of me, on the underside of his cock, stuck to the condom was some poop. My first thought was a feeling of embarrassment. His first response was “AAAHHH GET IT OFF ME!” I pulled the condom off from the base making sure to not allow any of the fecal matter to come in contact with him. I tied the condom and threw it out. He kept freaking out about it. My emotions kept swinging wildly from feeling mortified about it, to being pissed off. He was acting so fucking childish about it. Also, if we had just done it the night before when I was prepared this wouldn’t have happened. Then back to mortified.
Needless to say we didn’t try again. I still feel kind of bitter about it. My mortification over that inciden has worn off, but because of that incident I now feel super nervous about anal sex, and if accidents happen, then instead of dealing with it like an adult, I instead feel ashamed beyond belief and become somewhat depressed.
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I was wearing a linnen bogdress. All my undergarments were gone. It was essentially a sack of fabric draping across my skin. He was fully clothed. It was cold. We were kissing deeply and his hands had free reign under my dress. He was already warned, he was consenting, as was I. I bent over to move the dew wool from over my pallet and he pulled my dress up to my hips. He slid his hand up and down my cunt. Then one finger… two fingers… three fingers. I was moaning and wiggling at this point… 4 fingers. There was no lube. He just fucked me with his fingers until I was wet enough, and then he tucked his thump in and pushed. I moved forward, surprised. He grabbed my hair with his other hand and pulled me back onto his fist. It hurt. I whimpered. I bet it made him hard. That thought made me wet.
He got up a rhythm. (Un?)fortunately my wet was no match for the cold and I started to get dry. He just fucked me faster. He kept going until I was nearly in tears whimpering “ow”. I was squeezing my legs together as tight as possible. After he pulled his hand out of me, he laid back. My head was directed to his cock. My head was pushed all the way down his length and he just started to face fuck me. I had to pull away a few times as I felt the bile rise up in the back of my throat. That feeling like I was about to puke. After the first big wave, he looked concerned, like he was going to ask if I was ok. I sniffled back, wiped my face on my arms and swallowed his cock again. The next few times he just looked angry that I stopped.
After a bit of that he bent me over lifted my dress again. I thought he was going to fuck me, but he lined his hand up with my cunt and told me to push back on it until it was all the way inside. It hurt. It was puffy and mad and there was no lubrication. After struggling I finally got all the way down to his wrist. He then told me to fuck myself on his hand. So I started rocking myself forward and back, feeling my lips grabbing onto his hand. He then yanked his hand out of me and spit into it. He slid a finger down my back and found my ass. He wiped the spit on my asshole, lined his cock up with his finger, and pushed on in. He then fucked my ass until he came. His weight laid on top of me as his cock slowly melted inside of me.
We played the cleanup game. I didn’t want to wake up and step on a condom on my morning run to the port-o-castle. We kissed a few more times and I walked him out of camp so he wouldn’t trip and die on any guy lines.
That was easily the best “quicky” or one night stand ever.
“Soon as my roommate deploys in may, yer gonna come here and I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you. No questions, period”
I’m still amazed at how fast he got his hand inside me. From start to inside me it took about a minute. It hurt. He didn’t use lube. He just started shoving fingers in me.
The entire night was pretty fast.
We had been talking very briefly on AdultFriendFinder (I’ll explain why I use this site in another post) and through there we finally set up a meeting for tonight. I insisted on meeting in public, so we met at Starbucks. We chatted at Starbucks for a bit until I felt comfortable enough to go back to his place without worrying about dying.
So we’re sitting on the couch talking and he’s quick, already has his hand on my leg. I truly appreciate this. I hate when there’s that awkward moment while they are trying to get up the nerve to touch you. It just felt natural that his hands was sliding up my thigh. Right off the bat as he started kissing me he started controlling me. The hands went to my head, one twined into my hair and the other at my throat as he bit my lip. He got me undressed fairly fast, leaving just my panties on as we made out and he groped me on the couch.
Then he used a hand in my hair to pull me into the spare room and have me kneel. Some more making out commenced while he undid his jeans. Then he told me to suck his cock, using my hair to guide my head down. I pulled his cock out of his underwear and sucked with gusto. This continued for a while in several positions, from him straddling my face to me lying in front of him on my tummy while he fucked my mouth.
At one point he left to grab some ties from the other room. He came back and tied my wrists together and to the foot of the iron coffee table. I started chuckling a little bit thinking about how badly he tied my wrists. He asked me what I was laughing at and I didn’t want to break the mood so I said “nothing”. So he slapped my face a few times and demanded I tell him what I was laughing back, so I shot back, “Your ties suck, I can get out of these easy!”. With that he smacked my face and then started facefucking me again. While he was doing that I worked on the ties and in a matter of about a minute i had my hands free and I slapped his thigh lightly to point it out to him.
He laid his knees on my shoulder and sat on my face and made me lick his balls then lick his ass. I’ve never licked an ass before. It’s not something I’ve ever wanted to do, but at that moment I just wanted to please, and so i stuck my tongue out and prayed that he washed really well.
This is when he pulled my underwear off and proceeded to stick a finger inside me, then a few seconds later, another finger, up until he had 4 fingers fucking me. As soon as he could slide them in and out without feeling the skin drag against his hand, he added his thumb and kept fucking me until he managed to slam his hand all the way inside me. This entire process had to have taken less then a minute… maybe somewhere around 30 seconds. I was stunned first at the pain, since there was no lube other then what my pussy had made, and secondly because of how fast and how brutal it was.
Once his hand was in he just kept fucking me with it. He liked it best when I was in pain so he would pull up with his hand nearly lifting me by my pelvic bone, and he really like slamming his fist into me hard and essentially punching my insides. When I started to get too loud, he grabbed my panties and shoved them into my mouth. When the punching got to be too intense I’d squeeze my legs together to stop him, but then he eventually leaned on my one leg and pushed my other leg away. He even got tot he point where he could keep his hand in a fist and with draw it and slam it back into me. This made me so wet you could hear the sloshing sound. finally after a particularly hard bit of thrusting he said “I can keep going or yo can suck my cock, which would you want?” and I just whimpered in response. So he yanked his hand up towards his chest pulling my bottom up towards him by my pelvic bone and said “Which one?” so I said “let me suck your cock”
He told me he wanted to fuck my ass and he asked me if it was clean, and I told him i didn’t get a chance to clean it. So he got annoyed and fucked my mouth and said, well fine then I’m going to cum in your mouth.
I call him the sex addict because he’s had sex with over 300 girls. The little fluffer to my ego is that he said I was one of the best blowjobs he’s ever received.
Afterward we sat around and talked about fantasies and how herpes sucks because he really would have liked to fuck me, and he touched me and petted me…
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Here’s my first installment of things I shouldn’t get off on. This is where I feature thoughts that are fucked up, unsafe, or depraved yet oddly have aroused me. The topic of the day is
Ass to pussy.
Yeah I said it… I bet everyone with a vagina just cringed at the thought of all that bacteria romping around their delicate snatches and causing all sorts of infections. I KNOW that this activity is not good. When you google search “ass to pussy” you get a lot of warnings, when warnings come up well before porn you know an act is “bad”.
I LOVE seeing it in porn. I hate that the porn stars have to endure possibly getting an infection, but I guess in my mind I make it OK by thinking about the fact that they probably all enema to high hell before they perform.
the reason It gets me is the idea of being used as sort of hole. It’s definitely an element of objectification and humiliation. The fact that the partner enters whatever they want and then pulls out and enters the other opening, and then switches, just watching the body not have any boundries… then getting away from the psychological aspect, I LOVE anal play but I always get this little “aww poor vagina, being left out” feeling, so this would involve both openings. It’s also hot when someone can fully pull out of their partner, and not have to line up exactly to push back in, but rather pull the two bodies together and find one opening or another ready and willing to take the partner’s protrusion…
I’ve never tried this. I don’t know or think I will ever intentionally try this. But i can’t help finding it hot.
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Today when I masturbated, I used my butt plug. I haven’t used it in a while, and so it’s initial penetration was a little challenging but it sent shivers of pleasure down my spine. Something about angling it toward the front of my body instead up toward my head hits some amazing spots and I’m almost instantly wet.
Normally, I have to insert something inside me for internal stimulation, then settle down with some porn and really get the clit going good for quite a while for a general orgasm. This time I was already watching porn and my mind was captivated by slightly armature-ish “teen” anal scenes, which is why I broke out the butt plug. After inserting the butt plug and my instantaneous physical reaction, It took only a few seconds of rubbing without even needing the porn to bring myself to a doozie of an orgasm. It was soooo awesome.
Then I fell asleep.
Yeah, something about a good orgasm makes me feel cozy and sleepy. Which is awesome and not so awesome sometimes. Ya see… I have a bad habit of falling asleep fairly soon after orgasm. Often I’ll wake up with my vibrator still on and stuck inside me. I’ve burnt out a lot of vibrators that way, which is funny because vibrators don’t really do that much for me, yet I still buy them and turn them on. Often I’ll just have the toy stuck to my leg where it’s slipped out.
This time I had the pleasure of waking up and feeling like I had to poo REALLY BAD. I thought I was turtle-heading. I kept flexing my anus around the toy until I finally woke up enough to realize Oh… DUH. I went to take out the plug, and because my body was no longer in that hypr relaxed aroused state, i really had to wrap my fingers around the base really good to get enough force to pull it out, as I did and it passed the sphincter, it turned me on again. This lead to me fucking myself with my plug for a little bit until I realized i had to pee (wake-up pee!). I took the plug out, baby wiped it, put it away and went to pee. When I wiped after peeing I had been so aroused it took 3 good wipes.
What can I say, I like it up the ass…