Happy Cucky Birthday Baby
Marcus has been trying to get me to have sex with another man since the third year of our marriage. I can’t understand why. We have a great sex life. Every other night we fuck like bunnies for hours. When he enters me I have an orgasm almost immediately. He knows how to touch me and give me those special feelings.
He seems happy in our marriage. We live comfortably and he is a good provider. But lately after we gave had a good screw, he turns over once he has caught his breath and whispers, “I would have loved to see you do that with a big black cock!”
“Didn’t you enjoy it,” I always ask.
“Sure, baby, but I long to see your pretty, clean shaved cunt filled with something big enough to give you the pleasure and enjoyment you deserve. I want you to have Earth shattering climaxes, baby! And my six inches just don’t have the power it takes to give you that,” he explains.
“Didn’t you enjoy it?” I always ask.
“Sure, baby! There’s nothing more I enjoy than holding you in my arms and feeling the warmth of you silky pussy over my hard cock. Most times I have to count backwards by fives to keep from cumming the instant I enter that wet box of yours,” he tries to explain.
I usually sigh and roll off the bed to take my shower. He falls asleep and when I climb back into the bed, he’s snoring. I cuddle next to him and eventually fall asleep.
This week he’s been real excited about something. He keeps reminding me that my thirtieth birthday is just around the corner. He knows I don’t want to think of it let alone be reminded of it. I just want the day to come and go like any other day.
“My pretty, Alexa, I have the most wonderful present for your birthday this year!” he teases me.
“Oh? What is that Marcus, a new toaster oven or some more sexy lingerie? I think I have enough of those. What I would love is for you to take me on a nice vacation!” I told him straight out.
His only response was “I promise you, Alexa, you will love your birthday presents!”
We have a few friends that call from time to time asking us out to dance or have dinner or to someone’s birthday party. Then we get calls from our parents about once a week and Marcus’ and my sisters’ call occasionally, but normally we don’t have our phone ringing off the hook.
But in the past few weeks our phone has been ringing “off the wall” as they say. All of the sudden Marcus is getting fifteen to twenty calls a day and night. All are men and now are voices I know.
“Hello?” I answer.
“Hey! Is Marcus around?” a strange voice comes over the line.
“No, may I take a message?” I inquire.
“Nah, I’ll just call him back, thanks sweetie! When do you think he’ll be there?” This has become the dialogue of the phone calls.
If Marcus is home, he takes the calls in the den. When I ask who it was, he tells me “Just a new guy at work. He’s trying to set up with me a time that is convenient for us to get together so I can show him this new technique we’re implementing at work. He doesn’t quiet get the idea of it. He wants me to help him that’s all. Then he shrugs it off.
Marcus was getting more and more adventurous lately in the bedroom. “Alexa, I know we have really good time in here. I love our sex together. But have you ever thought how it much better it might be if we tried some new things?”
“Like what, Marcus? You know I don’t like kinky stuff!” I would tell him.
“I don’t want to do anything kinky, sweetheart, just experiment with a little deviation from the missionary position. Things like sucking my cock and me licking your pussy. I think that would be tasty, the smell of you after my cock has filled you with my seed,” he tried to persuade me.
I had to admit that it turned me on to think of those things. My girlfriends had told me how wonderful it was when their husbands licked their clits. I know when I masturbate, my clit gets really hard and when I rub it gently, I explode with the most wonderful orgasms.
“I would love to feel your mouth on my prick too. You have never given me a blowjob in all the years we’ve been married,” he complained.
“I can’t get pregnant from your seed in my mouth,” I explained.
“We don’t always try to get pregnant; sometimes we have sex just to enjoy ourselves, you know,” he pleaded.
“Okay, okay, we’ll try some of these new things. Maybe it will help me learn to relax more,” I conceded.
A broad smile crossed his face when I gave in to his desires. “You won’t regret this, Alexa, I know you will enjoy it more than you think and I will be happier for our adventures!”
“I want to try something tonight,” he whispered as he crawled onto the bed where I had been sitting while he paced the floor trying to convince me to move into the twenty-first century.
“What would that be?” I ask starting to feel uncomfortable already.
“I want to fuck you in the ass; I think its time to throw away the missionary position. It’s boring and you almost fall asleep by the time I am ready to come. Your ass is so much tighter that I know I’ll come much faster, please baby, PLEASE!” he cried.
“That will hurt!” I protested.
“I bought some lubrication and some condoms so it would be a smooth entry,” he explained, “and if it does hurt, you just tell me and I’ll quit immediately, I swear!”
“Are you going through a mid-life crisis?” I asked seriously.
“No, baby, I just want to improve our sex lives and get closer to you,” he convinced me. “We’re getting older and I want to keep the spark alive in our lives.”
“I see, okay, I’m game. Let’s have some wild sex!” I agreed.
“Oh, thank you baby; you won’t regret this decision!” he cried with glee and a sparkle in his eyes.
“And one more thing,” he began, “would you like to give me a spanking before I fuck your ass? I would like to know how that feels. Some of the guys at work said it is so stimulating, please!”
I thought a minute. Then said, “Absolutely! You are such a bad boy sometimes, I’ve often wanted to turn you over my knee and spank you with a paddle until that tight ass of yours is warm and red,” I teased him.
“Really baby?” he asked surprised.
“Yeah, sometimes I get really tired of you thinking that you’re so macho and can boss me around. A good spanking at those times would put you in your rightful place,” I told him.
He rolled off the bed and out of the room. I thought I had made him really angry. When he returned, he had a Ping-Pong paddle in his hand.
“What are you going to do with that?” I asked.
“Nothing, baby, I’m giving it to you so that you may spank me as much as your wish. Take all of your pent up anger and frustrations out on my ass,” he said as he handed me the instrument of punishment.
I thought, “Wow! I can make him pay for all those times he got his way.”
Marcus stood before me and said, “I will do your biding for you my dear Alexa, just command me.
I laughed out loud. I was slapping the paddle against the palm of my hand. Thoughts of him lying across my lap naked and vulnerable were making me excited and wet. I had a sadistic streak I wasn’t aware of.
“Take your clothes off, little boy!” I demanded, “all of them!”
He looked at me a bit surprised. Smiling, he said, “Yes, Ma’am!” and started disrobing. Marcus scrambled to drop his pants. Then he pulled his shirt off so fast that three buttons fell to the floor.
I thought to myself, “he’ll be sewing those back on tonight because I’m not going to do it.”
“Come lay across the bed, baby,” I whispered now rubbing the smooth surface on the back of the paddle on my hand.
Marcus lay face down on the bed. His arms raised above his head with his face resting on the forearms. I crawled up on my knees so I would have so leverage. “You’ve been a bad boy for a long time, Marcus, always messing up the house and expecting me to clean up after you. Expecting dinner to be on the table and beer in the house when you get home without so much as a thank you when it is,” I told him as my arm quickly descended on his bare bottom.
The sound of the wood slapping against his skin shocked me at first. It was a loud crack and his buttocks instantly turned a bright red. I saw him wince slightly as the wood collided with the fleshy surface.
“Did that hurt baby?” I asked but I didn’t really care actually. It was a strange feeling. I wasn’t mad at him, but I felt that I had the right to spank him.
“No Ma’am, it was quite exciting; I just wasn’t completely ready for it to happen,” he explained.
“Good, I didn’t want to hurt you, just tantalize you,” I teased.
“Do it again, please!” he requested.
I raised my arm and again the paddle hit its target with a crack. Without even asking, I repeated the motion several more times and after a short time I saw his white skin turning pink.
I ran my hand over the area and could feel extra warmth coming from the area. I rubbed it for a few minutes to try to cool the sting. Then I rose my hand again and slapped his buttocks several more times.
“Okay, I feel much better now, but I’m keeping this in the nightstand drawer for the next time I feel the need to spank you,” I told him.
When Marcus turned over, his cock was standing out like am arrow.
“Wow, did those spankings turn you on or does the thought of doing me in the butt do that to you?” I asked.
It was the spanking, baby; it really excited me. And now I’m hard enough to stick this pole in your tight little butt,” he smiled as he licked his lips.
He climbed off the bed and pulled his underwear drawer open. He took something out them returned to the bed. He sat up on his knees and took what he had taken out of the drawer and opened it. I realized it was a condom.
Marcus then reached in his nightstand and took out a small tube of something. He unscrewed the top and said, “Would you please get on your hands and knees, my Lady?”
I did as he requested. He crawled behind me and first moved my legs a little further apart. Then I felt coldness on my butt. I knew it had to be the lubrication. His thumb then went into my ass hole and the cool fluid flowed in with it.
I heard the sound of him placing the condom on his cock then there was more coldness on my butt. The pressure of his prick head against my ass was scary for me. He must have been holding his dick in his hand and trying to force it into the tight little opening.
He was grunting and breathing heavily. More coldness as the opening expanded to allow his head into the tight orifice.
I took a deep breath to try to stay off the pain. It didn’t work. I felt the rip of my skin as the shaft of his prick penetrated this unwilling area of my body. I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
“Ohhhhhhhh!” Marcus breathed as about half of his prick made its way into my butt.
I felt pain and tightness, as his pole filled this new territory but it also felt good. It made my clit cry for attention. I braced myself with one hand on the bed and gave my clit her desired attention with the other hand.
Slowly, Marcus moved his cock in and out of the tight hole it had discovered. I could tell by the sounds he was making that it was enjoyable for him. It didn’t take long though, for him to climax and I felt his hot seed pumping into the lambs skin.
“Baby, baby, oh baby!” he cried as the energy of his sex seeped from his body to mine. His hands gripped my sides tightly and his nails dug into my soft skin causing me additional pain.
His cock slipped out of my ass with a pop and I felt the condom as it stuck in my ass and the tacky cum trickled down my legs.
“Oh gosh! Get that thing out of me!” I cried.
He grabbed the deflated lambs skin and tossed it into the trash. He was stroking his prick with the other hand as he did this.
“Suck me, baby, please!” he looked at me with puppy dog eyes.
“You just came,” I said and rolled off the bed. I don’t like to suck you off and you know it. I didn’t even get an orgasm except the one I gave myself,” I informed him.
“Then let me go down on you,” he smiled.
I lay back and spread my legs. I really wanted him to do this. He had never done it before. I just couldn’t imagine what had made him change so.
His tongue darted between my lips and parted them as it ran from my butt to my clit. At my clit, he lingered and his tongue flicked it gently at first. Then the point of it seemed to become stiff and it flicked the little prick faster causing me to take a deep breath.
Marcus pulled his tongue back into his mouth and his lips covered the head of my clit. He sucked it like I knew he wanted me to suck his cock. I pushed my pelvis toward his face and grinded my clit into his face.
My hands grabbed his head and held it in place as his sucked and licked that most erotic place on my body. I couldn’t get enough of his mouth. Marcus tried to come up for air but my hands pressed him deeper into my garden of love.
Once I released him he came up for air. I could smell my sex on his face as he leaned over and kissed me. I felt younger and I was so turned on that the thought of thirty didn’t seem to bother me at that moment.
My orgasms were strong and violent. I felt a warmth flow through my entire body. My toes even felt like they curled. My nerves rattled throughout my entire body. When Marcus came up for air, my juices were on his chin. He stuck his tongue out and tried to lick them off.
“Now me?” he begged. Those eyes big and round pleaded as well.
I licked my lips and my hand reached for his fully hard prick. Its head flared and there were already drops of precum on the acorn head. I licked my hand and stroked its length then ran my thumb over the wetness at the crest.
“Yeah,” Marcus moaned at my touch. I slid my hand up and down his shaft preparing it to be placed in my sticky, nearly dry mouth. I licked my lips and tried to call forth more moisture to lubricate my mouth. Finally, the fluids found there way to my tongue and I opened my mouth and took the salty head into it.
At first, I just let my tongue toy with the acorn. Sucking it in then out and in again. Marcus tried to force it deeper into my throat, but I gagged and pulled my head back. The he pushed again and got a short ways down my windpipe.
“Yes!” he cried as if he had achieved a victory.
His hands grabbed my shoulders and his hips pivoted toward my nose. His cock slid smoothly in and out of my mouth while I tried desperately not to let my teeth cut into the delicate skin that covered his tool.
This was almost as exciting for Marcus as fucking my butt had been. His hands were on the top of my head and I could hear he whispering, “Yes, oh baby, you are so good to me. I want you to suck me dry. Take it all baby, take it ALL!”
He face fucked me for what seemed a long time. I could feel the pressure as the sperm in his balls made their way up toward my mouth. I did not want to swallow his salty cum. I didn’t like the smell of it and knew I would throw up if he forced it down my throat.
I started pulling back as he pumped his hips closer to my face and his prick deeper down my throat. When I tasted the first salt as it surfaced on the head I loosened my lips and started backing off.
Marcs’ hands pushed me back to the fur that surrounded his pole. I pulled back again. He pushed me once more. Finally, I placed my hand on his sac and started squeezing.
“Stop it! That hurts!” he cried and let go of my head.
As he did so, I pulled back just as the stream of hot sticky fluid spurted from his pulsating cock. His seed fell onto his side of the bed.
“Damn woman! Why’d you do that?” he screamed.
I just smiled, rolled over and went to take a shower.
When I returned to the bed, he was laying there stroking his penis.
“Haven’t you had enough Marcus?” I asked.
He jumped; he hadn’t heard me come into the room. “No! I want to fuck you, Alexa!”
I lay beside him and kissed him hard on the lips. His fingers started caressing my breasts and exploring my smooth shaven lovebox. He was getting me hot and sticky all over again.
His prick was like a stone pressing against my leg. His mouth covered my left nipple and warmth slowly found its way to my now wet cunt. “Fuck me,” I whispered as I pulled him on top of me.
He led his boner toward my hungry hole and it slid in without resistance. He moaned as it hit the back of my pussy. Then he lifted himself over me and his body began to rise and fall as his cock hit its mark time after time.
Sweat was pouring from his forehead after about a half an hour. He had not been this horny in a long time. I was being rained on from his brow. But I was also extremely turned on. I don’t know if it was his attention or the new things that we had tried earlier.
By the time his orgasm came the sheets were so wet that they would have to be changed and we both were in need of a shower.
As his emptied cock slipped out of my moist pussy, Marcus took his fingers and squeezed my alert clit. My pussy increased its moisture and fire tingled all the way to my toes. My body shook from the excitement.
“Let’s to take a shower,” Marcus said as he held his hand out for me to take.
I felt like jelly, but my legs did support me as we walked arm in arm to the bathroom for a cool, refreshing shower.
Marcus changed the sheets while I dried my hair. I was surprised when I walked back into the room.
He was in the bed and I could tell he was fighting the sleep that was trying to overtake him. I curled up beside him and whispered, “That’s the best sex we’ve had in a long time, baby. I love you,” then fell asleep in his arms.
Marcus was gone when I woke the next morning. He had left a note thanking me the fantastic sex we had and apologized for falling asleep on me.
I cleaned house and did some reading in the morning. The doorbell rang about eleven o’clock. When I answered it there was a floral deliveryman with a beautiful bouquet of yellow roses.
I thought, “He hasn’t done anything wrong, wonder why he’s sending these.”
When I opened the card it said, “You were wonderful last night… let’s do it again, Love Marcus.”
I laughed and the thought of it made me wet again.
I busied myself for the rest of the day running here and there and trying not to think about the upcoming evening. I ended up at the mall and found myself in Your Deepest Dreams. It is a lingerie store I seldom frequent. I decided to just browse.
A salesperson approached me and asked if she could help me. For some reason I poured out my life to her.
“I’m turning thirty next week and the thought of it has me feeling frumpy. I thought a sexy piece of lingerie might help me feel …not so old,” I confessed.
She looked at me, smiled and said, “How sexy do you wish to go?”
“I think I’d like to be real daring; I’ve always wore those long flannel gowns or pajamas with feet in then; thirty should be bold and brave, don’t you think?”
“Let’s look over here,” she suggested.
She led me to what she called a Merry Widow. My first thought was that I didn’t want to kill him; I want to fuck him.
“The nice thing about the Merry Widow is that it puts everything back where it use to be and accents those important areas that the male so desires, if you know what I mean?” she giggled.
I laughed too and we browsed the selection. “Here’s your size,” she said without even asking my size. “Why not at least try it on?” she asked.
I took the black, lacy, miniscule piece of fabric from her hand and found the dressing room. I had on jeans, a sweatshirt and tennis shoes and socks. I really didn’t want to go through the drudgery of taking all this stuff off.
But I sucked it up and took it all off. I was glad I had shaved everything this morning. I pulled on the lingerie and was amazed that she was correct; it was my size — only better! When I pulled it over my hips, it smoothed out all those dimples I had from pounds that didn’t really belong there and it looked like it pushed all those pounds to my breasts because the somehow filled in the cups perfectly
I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and I smiled. I turned this way and that and found no reason to take it back to her and tell her it’s really not what I’m looking for. Because it was really what I was looking for.
I looked at the price tag… ninety-eight dollars!
I took a deep breath and sucked it up; it’s for my marriage, I told myself.
“How does it fit,” the voice came through the curtain.
“Great, thank you; you have a good eye for size,” I told her.
“We have other colors if you don’t like the black,” she called back.
“Oh, I like it very much,” I responded and stepped out of the dressing room.
I looked at her and smiled. “I guess I’ll take it; even though we’ll go hungry tonight, at least one part of his appetite will be fulfilled!” I giggled and she laughed out loud.
“Actually, we have a special today,” she assured me. “With any piece of lingerie you get two new bras and two pairs of panties for free!”
“I can always use underwear,” I said mostly to myself but the words were vocal. I picked out the bras and panties (thongs actually) and then paid for the purchases. I walked out of the store carrying this violet bag that in my mind said, whore. I went strait to the car and put this piece of gold in my trunk. Then returned to the mall and finished my shopping.
But I had started thinking about feeling sexy. After the mundane chore of shopping for things I needed, I decided to go to the part of town I seldom even pass through. It was the sleazy side of town. No, I didn’t go to try out my Merry Widow, I went to find something to accompany it.
I found this one little shop that had all kinds of decedent little toys and shoes in it. I found a great pair of stilettos that made me five inches taller. They were like walking on stilts but made my legs look really sexy. They would look really nice with my new lingerie.
Then remembering the thrill of that Ping-Pong paddle against Marcus’ bare bottom, I looked at the artillery of Domme paddles they had. I didn’t even know they had things like that. They even had whips and chains to lock your man up in. It all overwhelmed me but excited me at the same time.
I found a paddle that excited me; it reminded me of one my six-grade teacher, Mrs. Lutcher had with holes drilled in it so air resistance would not slow it. It fit well in my hand.
I also saw some cock restraints. That amazed me. I asked the clerk, another woman, what it was used for. She told me and surprised, I asked, “Why would you want to do that to a man?”
She explained that it helps make him keep his commitment to his wife, or girlfriend. Keeps him from masturbating, and it will re-light the spark that was there when you were first married because you hold the key to his sexual freedom. “You own him and he knows it!” she told me. So I selected one from their stock but didn’t really think I could get Marcus to put it on.
Another three hundred dollars later I was on my way back home. I thought, “Why did I spend all that money on these things that will never be used?”
I cleaned the house and bathed before Marcus returned home.
Then I put on the Merry Widow and stilettos then took the paddle and laid it on the bed along side of the male chastity device.
I waited for him to call to me when I heard the door open, “Hey baby, I’m home!”
“I’m in the bedroom, sweetheart!” I called.
As Marcus entered the room a smile crossed his face. “WOW! Where’d you get that?” he asked.
“At Your Deepest Dreams,” I told him.
“Yeah, it is!” was his response. His eyes flickered around the room noticing all the new toys I had found. They rested on the chastity device.
“What is that for?” he asked.
“To help you enjoy our marriage better,” I promised. “Now, come over here so I can practice with my new toy,” I said as I picked up the paddle.
Marcus started unzipping his pants as he walked toward me. They dropped to the floor after just a few steps and his shirt flew over his head and landed on the floor beside them. His underwear slid slowly down his legs and he stepped out of them just before he reached my side.
My first instinct was to pull his waving cock into my mouth; wife training was deeply engrained. Then my brain kicked in and I grabbed his growing cock in my hand and squeezed it. I pulled him down to my level and told him to lay across my lap.
He shook his head and followed my instructions. Having him lay across my bare legs was a real turn-on; my pussy woke up and filled with fluids.
“Were you a good boy today, Marky?” I asked.
“Yes, Ma’am I was!” he whispered.
“So you didn’t touch your cock except to pee today?” I inquired.
Silence.
“Marcus?” I asked again.
“I jerked off at lunch because I was thinking about the wonderful sex we had last night,” he confessed.
“That’s a bad boy, Marky!” I scolded.
“Yes, Ma’am, it is,” he conceded.
“I think you need a good spanking for being a bad boy, don’t you, Marky?”
“Yes, Ma’am, I do deserve to be punished! Please punish me Mistress!” he squealed.
I reached for the new paddle then rubbed my hand over his smooth buttocks and bent to kiss them. I raised my hand above my head then brought it down fast and hard on his lily-white skin, which instantly turned a light pink.
Marcus winced slightly as the new paddle made contact with his body. “Thank you, Mistress, I deserve to be punished!” he cried.
My hand fell once again and continued to do so until his cheeks had become a very dark pink and there was warmth oozing from them. I pushed him off my lap and demanded him lay on the bed facing up.
He followed my direction, much to my surprise. I picked up the chastity device and took his cock and balls in my hand. I placed him in it then locked it with my key. “You will wear this tonight until I decide to take it off, do you understand?” I inquired.
“Yes, Ma’am, I understand,” he said with a large smile on his face.
I left him on the bed and went to prepare dinner. Soon Marcus joined me in the kitchen and helped me with the meal. After dinner he cleaned up the kitchen and I went to shower.
I put on a new thong and a bra then a camisole that I had been saving for a long while and lay on the bed. Marcus came in after he had finished in the kitchen.
“Go take a shower,” I instructed him. I was enjoying the feeling these new accessories were giving me.
“Will you remove my chastity, Mistress?” he asked.
“No, the sales person said you could bathe and shower in it,” I said.
He took his shower and returned to me nude except for his device.
I lay back on the pillows of the bed and spread my legs. “Pleasure me boy!” I demanded.
Marcus climbed on the bed and between them. He crawled close to my pussy and took his fingers to move the thong strap away from my pussy. His fingers gently parted my lips and entered my wetness.
“Mmmmm,” I moaned. I had become very aroused at the whole game I was playing. I relaxed and let him do what he could to make me cum.
His tongue went into my cunt and licked all of my favorite places. Then his fingers explored to find my G-spot that had been ignored for a long time. The delectation was so powerful that I orgasmed wildly.
“You do that so good!” I whispered.
“Thank you Mistress,” he murmured, his face buried in my lovebox.
My hips started reaching for his touches and trying to pull him deeper into my desires. My hands pushed on the back of his head forcing his nose and face deeper into my cunt. I was becoming an animal!
“Oh!” he cried out.
“What’s wrong, baby!” I asked.
“My cock wants to be hard!” he whispered as his tongue licked the dark recesses of my womanhood.
“Poor baby!” I giggled and pushed his face deeper in my twat.
Now I was so horny that I needed his cock in my pussy. I pushed him off me and unlocked his cage.
His half-hard cock popped out like a paper snake at New Years. I pulled it up to my pussy. “Fill me!” I commanded.
Marcus took his tool into his hand and guided it to my gaping cunt, which sucked it in.
His body collided with mine yielding a force I hadn’t felt since the early years of our marriage. He was animalistic and I loved it. He fucked me like I was his whore and it was wonderful!
Marcus rolled off me once his prick was spent. He breathed deeply and his chest heaved. “What brought that on?” he managed to exhale.
“I don’t know, I just got this wild hair today. I think it was last night’s playing that got me riled up. Or maybe I’m afraid of getting old and think that this will keep me young,” I mused halfway to myself.
“Whatever it is, please keep it up!” Marcus begged.
I giggled and rolled off the bed. I replaced his chastity and jumped in the shower.
As I entered the bathroom, the phone rang. “Hey man! Glad you called. You won’t believe…”
I stepped into the shower and the rush of the running water drowned out his conversation.
When I returned to the bedroom, Marcus was asleep. There was a note on my pillow that read, “You are the woman of my dreams and I would marry you all over again tomorrow; thank you for chastising me. Love, Marcus”
I smiled then kissed his forehead and lay by his side and fell to sleep.
I woke up to breakfast in bed. “What’s this,” I asked.
“Just a thank you for last night!” he smiled and handed me my coffee.
“Gotta get to work early, I have some stuff I have to finish before ten. I’ll see you tonight my beautiful wife!” he said as he walked out of the door.
The phone rang within a minute of his leaving. “Hello?”
“Hey, is Marcus there?” the male voice asked.
“No, he just left, could I take a message?” I asked.
“Nah, I’ll catch him at work, thanks though,” he said.
At four o’clock, the phone rang agin. “Hello?”
“Hi my beautiful lady!” Marcus said.
“Hey! How’s your day?” I smiled at hearing his voice.
“Hectic, that’s why I’m calling, I’ll be a little late tonight, a new client is coming in to look at what I’ve been working on and I might not make it for dinner. So don’t wait up, okay?” he explained.
“Okay,” I agreed, as he hung up the phone.
I went to Movies-to-Go and rented a few movies I had wanted to watch and put on an old bathrobe and hunkered down with a bowl of ice cream like a spinster. I was a bit disappointed that I wasn’t going to have wild sex with Marcus tonight.
I don’t know when he got home. He didn’t bother to wake me from my slumber on the couch. I was a bit angry with that. But he was gone before I awoke. I found a note on the kitchen table explaining that he had an early meeting and that he was sorry about the night before.
I masturbated to relieve my tension about the entire incident and decided to go back to that little shop that I had found the chastity device. My mind asked, “Why am I getting into all these new sexual things at my age?” and I drove faster to get there. I didn’t have an answer for myself.
The clerk recognized me and asked, “Oh, back again, hey? Must have had some fun, huh?”
“Yeah, what can you suggest for when he’s away?” I asked; “I am so horny lately!” I said, as I would tell a friend.
She went to the shelf and brought out a really life like dildo. It had a smooth life like covering and it was at least nine inches long, maybe longer. It had a natural curve and balls that hung like a real man’s.
My eyes got large in awe of the cock. I licked my lips and thought, “that’s larger than Marcus”.
Then she turned a small, almost unnoticeable knob hidden in the balls and it started to vibrate. It had cellophane wrapped around it and she handed it to me. “Hold it to your clit,” she directed.
I took the shaking prick in my hand and placed it on my pussy. Almost immediately a shot of pleasure flowed through me.
“I think I need this!” I laughed.
“We also have these,” she said as she held up two balls larger than marbles but that would fit in the palm of her hand.
“What are those?” I asked.
“Ben Wa Balls,” she said. I looked at her confused.
“Yes, they are the oldest sex toys and are used to enhance masturbation or foreplay.
“Really,” I said. “How do they work?”
She explained how to insert them into my vagina and enjoy them. I bought a set. I also bought one of those whips I had admired a few days before. It was a short one with several strands of leather hanging from a fanned head. Little knots were tied in the end of each of the leather strands.
Another two hundred dollars lighter I drove home with new fantasies flowing through my head.
When Marcus came home, he had dinner in hand. He had left a message on the answering machine for me not to cook.
“I’m sorry about this morning, I had to rush off and didn’t want to wake you, please forgive me!” he begged.
“You were a bad boy, and you will have to pay for that,” I warned him.
After eating he pulled a porn flick out of a bag he had brought in with him. “I thought you might enjoy this after last night’s play,” he told me.
“Okay, I’m game,” I said.
The movie was like a regular movie but had a lot of sex. I liked it because it sort of told a story and wasn’t just fucking. There was a couple and they were married. The husband liked to watch his wife with other men and he masturbated while she was being fucked. It got me aroused.
I pulled Marcus between my legs and had him lick me while I watched the movie. I pulled out the new whip and slapped his back while his tongue pleasured me. At first he winced then he moaned as I lightly smacked his skin.
Every once in a while I would run my nails over his nipples and pinch them between my fingers.
I heard muffled moans coming from my cunt as Marcus expressed his pleasure at my strokes.
After four orgasms, I let him up and unlocked his cock. I took it in my mouth and sucked him to explosion. Then I lay him across my lap and used my whip once again turning his buttocks red.
When he sat up, his cock was once again standing at attention. I quickly placed it back into its restraints against its will. Soon it calmed down.
The phone rang and Marcus jumped up to answer it before I could move. “Yeah?” he said.
“Yeah, I got it. I think that it’s going well. I’ll let you know for sure by the end of the week. It should be a done deal by then. Yes, they’re receptive so far but it’s going to be the presentation that really decides the outcome, you know?”
“Okay, well, I’ll meet with you Tuesday and we’ll find out if it has done what it was designed to do. Yeah, man, good-night; see you tomorrow!” Marcus said and hung up the phone. I didn’t inquire, sounded like work to me.
We crawled into bed and sleep quickly consumed me.
The weekend made it here and I was feeling rather good. Marcus and I seemed so much closer than before we started experimenting. We decided to go on a picnic at the state park about two hours away.
Marcus packed a blanket and some pillows and I packed the picnic lunch. We chatted about the scenery and the beautiful day for a while and then Marcus brought up the great sex we had been enjoying.
“You know, my beautiful, Alexa, I am surprised how much our sex life has blossomed since you started approaching the big three-oh! I am so turned on by the changes you and I have been going through,” he seemed to be getting excited just talking about it.
“I love that you are getting more aggressive and making me yield to you and your demands. I love your control over me. It makes my orgasms electric,” he confessed.
“I know what you mean, I am loving it too!” I agreed.
We found a secluded little place for our picnic away from the families with children. There were a lot of heavy fir trees and some large Oaks with limbs that bowed to the ground.
Marcus planted our blanket in the thick of them so that we could see out but no one could see in. He laid out a bottle of wine, some sandwiches and the pillows. He patted the blanket and invited me to join him.
I crawled into the fort he had built for us and his hands went to my firm breasts. He used them to pull me to his lips and then his hand fell to my pussy. I had dared not to wear any under panties and when he discovered this new aspect of me his cock strained against it harness.
“I want to taste that. I know it will be delicious!” he said.
I pulled up my dress and pushed his face to my wet cunt. “Lick me and make me cum!” I instructed him.
“Yes Ma’am!” he cheered and dove into my snatch.
I lay back on the pillows he had provided and at times my hips rose to his mouth to force him deeper into my cunt.
“Tongue fuck me!” I cried as his fingers started exploring the regions of my hot twat.
His tongue snaked out as far as possible and it tip curled up as if it were looking for its desert. Then it darted into the tasty hole; his face bobbed up and down as his thick tongue fucked my pussy and licked my clit simultaneously.
My hands grabbed the sides of his head and guided him to the places of my desire. I assisted him in pleasing me by moving his head where I wanted it.
When he finally came up from between my legs, my juices were running down his chin. “I don’t need lunch now!” he teased. He used his tongue to wash my taste off his face.
I unlocked his device and pulled his cock out of it. I rubbed its head with my thumb and there was precum already forming.
“You think you’re going to get something, do you?” I asked as I held my thumb to his mouth and made him lick the thin cum off it.
He licked the shiny fluid off and shook his head yes. His hands found my shoulders and pushed me to the blanket once again. He took his prick and stroked it until it was like a staff.
Marcus’ fingers explore my pussy and felt the wetness there. His mouth covered my clit and his teeth nibbled her gently.
“Ohhhhhmygaud!” I cried as the warmth and electricity flowed from my center to the far reaches of my fingers and toes.
I pulled up my head to watch what he was doing. “When did you discover that technique?” I asked surprised at the enjoyment that was dancing in my body.
“I don’t know, read it somewhere,” he lifted his head to answer; I pushed it back down.
“Do it again!” I commanded.
His head went back down and my toes curled once again.
I heard leaves being crushed under the weight of a heavy object. I put my hand on Marcus’ head to still him. “Someone’s out there,” I whispered.
He stopped his nibbling and I pulled my clothes on.
Crawling out from under the foliage, I heard him talking to another male. “Yeah, my wife and I are having a little picnic under there,” his voice met my ears. “We just wanted some privacy.”
Laughter and then the crunch of leaves as the person left.
Marcus crawled under the tree again and said that the park ranger saw the tree shaking unnaturally and wanted to check out what was going on.
I laughed out loud as he licked his lips and said, “Now more lunch!”
He straddled me and his arrow aimed for my smooth shaven target. I was really wet now so he slid in with little resistance. He fucked me like he had never done before. The smell of the fir trees filled my nostrils as his passion flared red behind my closed eyes.
I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out with pleasure, least I draw the ranger’s attention to our tree once again.
His fingers teased my tits, his tongue slathered my throat and his prick brought me to an explosive orgasm that shook my entire body uncontrollably. I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out from the pleasure he was giving me.
When at last his hot seed filled my cunt his hands squeezed my breast painfully and his body convulsed on mine. His arms gave out and his weight smothered me and trapped me on the leaf-strewn earth.
“Whew! I’m hungry,” he said as he rolled off me. His cock was still pumping sperm. I leaned over and took it in my mouth. I licked at its head and savored the salty fluid that gave me such delight. It was soft but I licked it and sucked it like a string of spaghetti into my mouth.
Gym Meeting
Six months ago, I joined a health club to work on general fitness and the never ending weight gain problem for men my age. After signing the contract, I was told to check in with the fitness instructor on my first visit. I arrived at the club, dressed out and in minutes was talking to the instructor. She was a few years younger, in splendid shape, and muscular for a female. Her shoulders were very developed and well defined. Her breasts were small as was her waist and her legs were well toned and tanned. She was, to me, very attractive, but more masculine than feminine. Her lips were full and her eyes bright, very entertaining and friendly. Immediately it seemed we were close friends.
She led me to her office and while I filled out the usual questionnaires, including my e-mail address, she closed the office door. Measurements to gauge progress were needed, so she started measuring my biceps, waist, and thighs. Before I knew it, she used both hands to pull my shirt up and over my head! In a very soothing voice and with a gentle smile gracing her full lips, she told me lots of men hate to have their shirt off in front of others, especially women. Since she needed this measurement, she simply acted quickly.
She then stepped back and looked at me, making notes in her log of my physique. My initial shock turned to embarrassment… and then as she stared at my chest my feelings turned more to humiliation. I think humiliation because she had a wicked smile on her face. I usually avoid being shirtless for I am one of those that feel there is too much of me at chest level. I have heard all the jokes and comments about a male bra. She took my measurements, rearranging the tape and smoothing it as she changed its position for what seemed an eternity. Her warm hands were all over me as she pulled and patted, almost to the point of fondling my breasts.
Then the most unexpected comment as she asked if I were taking any type of hormone therapy? Of course the answer was no, but I asked why she wanted to know? Her reply was that in some relationships one partner sometimes wanted to feminize the other. This should have crushed my psyche, but another, stronger reaction began to build in side of me. It must have kick started some distant thought process for me as my nipples immediately stood out like darts and my face began to feel like it was on fire. My humiliation now turned to only what I can describe as arousal. I know she noticed. Red faced and shaking, I stood there speechless and helpless for I felt as if I could not control any part of what was happening. I began to feel the building of an erection that was out of control. I could not understand what my feelings were… nor why?
She had dropped the tape to record the number and commented that I was not even an A cup but some women, and a few men, would certainly appreciate what I had and I should not be embarrassed at all. I think my embarrassment was eased by her matter of fact comments. She seemed to be perfectly at ease with me and acted pleased that our conversation had taken this turn. I think she perfectly understood my reactions. I put the workout shirt back on and went into the gym, hoping to cool my stiffened cock. We finished the introduction with me saying how much I wanted to make progress. She laughed as she told me that if I did not progress a spanking would prove to be a prime motivator. We both laughed. Later my thoughts returned to that comment and I found myself more sexually excited than I had been in years.
I arranged my visits when the club was not busy, but there were always a few men and women present that were close to my age group. I got to know two of them in addition to the instructor who was there frequently. Kay had been at the club for months and her efforts reflected it. Tim was more like me and we both gave each other support. Rarely were we all present at the same time but we exchanged regular progress reports on each other.
I found it interesting that when we were all at the gym together or the instructor was present Kay usually was very reserved and did not enter into any of the chats that Tim and I were involved in. In fact she almost avoided us to be with the instructor. When Tim and the instructor were not present she was very friendly and always wanted to visit. In fact, we became very close friends and both felt very comfortable with the other. She was a leader and she seemed to have some uncanny sense of what my moods were or where my desires had been. Once she even mentioned a few of the chat rooms that I had been in the night before. Looking back, there was always the feeling that she was able to track my every internet move.
Two months ago, Kay and I were at the gym at the same time and she asked if I could drop her at her apartment when we finished. Naturally I agreed. On the way out of the parking lot she asked if I had seen Tim? When I told her I had not seen him in weeks, she appeared to be confused and stared at me with a curious grin on her face. Of course this fueled my imagination, and only after my pleading would she tell me that Tim was gay—she had known that for some time and that she had wondered about me. She then teased me about having a lover’s quarrel.
Arriving at her apartment, she asked me in and as she closed her door she asked again about my being straight. She suggested I might even be bi. I know my nervous nature about this was obvious. Again I told her I was straight. Suddenly she stepped right in front of me, leaned forward, and placed her right hand behind my head and pulled our faces together. Her other hand slammed into my crotch clutching my balls that were only protected by my shorts. She began gently squeezing. Her lips were inches from my face as she told me she wanted the truth. I know I stammered and then the pain hit. It almost made me sick as I half stumbled into her. My legs were rubber. She relaxed her grip and just smiled. I knew then I had to be open and frank with her.
My voice a whisper, I told her I suspected Tim was gay and that yes – I had bi feelings but my strongest of urges were to be with women. There was silence then she asked what my feelings were towards her as she reaffirmed her grip on me. I told her I felt like she was in total control and I was at her mercy. She pushed me for more. She wanted to know if I were angry or pleased. Again I almost stammered but then just blurted out I was pleased and that I could be very submissive. She looked at me and told me honesty fits me better. She then told me she knew all of the chat rooms I normally went into on line and that I might as well be honest and up front with her. In fact she and my instructor both knew every room I visited. The dominant women and bisexual theme of most of the rooms had told my story—I was embarrassed at what she knew. Her warm whispers of those feelings being what some desired and that knowing this about me excited her soothed my feelings. It comforted and excited me that that my desires were accepted. She was just what I needed and I knew I could open myself to her.
Her arms went around my shoulders as she pushed her lips against mine. Her tongue went wild—probing and darting deep into my mouth. She grabbed my shirt and with one swift motion it was over my head and on the floor. Her hands started rubbing my nipples, pulling and squeezing my male breasts. She was feeling me as some drunken sailor might feel a red light harlot. When my arms strayed to her body she quickly pushed them back to my side. To me there was little doubt that she was in full control of what would happen next. I was just the warm body that she was using—and I loved it. I had never been this excited and wanted it to never end. She then jerked down my exercise shorts as my raging hard cock bobbled up and down. Her hands grabbed my butt cheeks squeezing and rubbing as she pulled me to her.
I stood motionless as she unbuttoned her shorts and let them drop. He mouth once again began sucking on my tongue as I was gently pushed to my knees. I knew what this meant. Her clean shaven sex glistened as I was pulled towards her. Her hands moved to my ears and with her hips thrust forward, she pulled me into her. I nursed at the heart of her feminine soul. My tongue giving her the pleasure she was demanding. Her guttural order to push my fingers inside her cunt while my tongue worked its magic only made me more eager to please her. Grinding her pussy into my face as she moaned and told me I was the perfect pet led her to the brink of orgasm. My face was covered with her honey as she stepped back and looked down at me. Our eyes met and I knew I would be forever spellbound by her charms.
She told me to lie down on the floor with my arms beside me. She stood over my face and slowly lowered her body to my waiting lips. She positioned her dripping womanhood just inches above my eager tongue as her womanly excitement dripped on my face. Gently she positioned herself for full penetration of my tongue. The grinding began as I began bringing her to climax. She leaned forward and stroked my cock as she pinched my nipples. Her moans and contorted facial expression told me she was at her orgasm point as I began to squirt. We tensed and were spellbound as our bodies reached the zenith of sexual release. I emptied all over her breasts and my stomach and chest as she emptied into my waiting mouth. Collapsing on top of me, we both were motionless as our bodies recovered.
She lay beside me with her arms cradling my body. Role reversal was totally new to me. I didn’t know how to act, or what to say, but I did know that I should let her lead and I would follow. She moved to take my semi erect cock into her mouth, using her tongue to clean my seed from its shaft. She then moved to my lips as I tasted my own cum. As she broke our kiss she looked at me as her fingers scooped up my cum, first going to her mouth and then to mine. She consumed and fed me all of the cum I had squirted for her.
She then stood and retreated to her recliner telling me to sit at her feet. Looking directly into my eyes she asked if I knew what had just happened. I did—she had used me for her own pleasure, leading me in every move, and controlling everything that happened. I was told that this was her first attempt at being dominant and that she loved it. She asked what my feelings were, smiling as she already knew. I told her I had never been more sexually charged and fulfilled in my life and that I craved more. Her response was that she was normally submissive and served our instructor but had been urged to find a submissive male to develop her dominant feelings. I was perfect as she and our instructor had known from the first day at the gym. I was to be Kay’s pet when we were alone and if the three of us were together – I along with Kay – would serve the instructor. She told me I could expect play like what we just did, periods of not being allowed to cum, spankings, whippings, and at times to serve others—both male and female. I was elated!
As I returned to my car I knew we would be together again and soon.
How to Masturbate For Large Women
STEP ONE
Always wash your hands before doing anything down there. The risk of infection is great, and it’s better to be safe than sorry. Also if you have nails trim them. I have had a bad exsperiece with nails. I was masturbating and didn’t realsize it hurt until afterward. When so much adlrenilin is running through you, you would be amazed at your thresh hold for pain.
STEP TWO
Toys, Toys, Toys. I can’t say this enough, toys for a bigger woman is a must. For one instead of having to bend in all sorts of unconfortable postions it makes it easier. The toys can be as thin as a finger, or as large as a man’s penis. It doesn’t matter. I particulary like a toy my fiancee gave me. A set of knumbchucks. Now your probally laughing now, thinking “A set of knumbchucks, she has got to be kidding.” Let me exsplain, the knumbchucks are acrilic, so they are strong, and won’t break off when placed into sensitive areas. If you don’t know what a pair of knumbchucks are I will exsplain. They look like a pair of long, smooth, handles, connected by a chain, or rope. Most are rounded at the tips. I like this toy best, because the chain and second handle allow me to lie back, yet be able to move the handle inside me. By moving my hand in different positions on the second handle, I can cause alot of different effects. I can even thrust it into myself, as a man’s penis would.
STEP THREE
Take care of your toys! Clean them, after and before use. Don’t use harsh chemicals like bleach, or rubbing alchohol. These can not only cause damage to the toy, but alot of damage to you. I recomend a mild disanfectant First rubbing a large lather in your hands, then running it up and down the toy, making sure to get every crevase. Wash thourly. You don’t want a infection, just because you didn’t get all the disenfectant off your toy. Besides exsplaining how you got the infection to your doctor will be very embaresing. If your toy does not come in a container, or the container is not suitable. Use large ziplock, freezer bags. Don’t use a trash bag, even though they may seem the come clean in the box, they really aren’t.
STEP FOUR
If you don’t have a toy, and want one, buy it at a local store. If you can’t make sure to check out the sites on the internet FULLY. Ask around, find out if there products are safe, and good quality. Do they take paypal? Or do they ask for your credit card number? Are there satified costomers that you can talk to? I have had the unpleasent misdealing of being riped off, when I orderd form a ceritan site. They sent me something compleletly different, and lower than what I had payed.
STEP FIVE
Lube is YOUR friend. You can never use too much, and if your worrying about dripping, and stains, place a towel underneath you. You can use Ky jelly, but I don’t like that for masturbation, because it dries to quickly. You can use oil, because there is no use for a condom, however some people, and toys have difficulties with oil. I have three sets of water based lube, that have different tastes, and smells. I got them at a local snyders.
Now, that I have coverd the basics, lets get into physically masturbating.
What I like to do, is first take off all my clothes. They just get in the way. I like to chose a private, yet comfortable place. Generally my bedroom floor, or bed. Use pillows, to prop your head, and shoulders. I have heard of lieing your hips on a pillow, so that you are able to reach easier. This may work for some, but not me. It seems just to make things harder. I like to have some soft music playing, even though I don’t listen to it.
I prop two, or three pillows, next to the wall. I don’t like headboards or frames, but you get the idea. I set beside me my lube, and toy. I lie down, on my back on the pillows, my shoulders supported as well. I start by breathing deeply, and relaxing. I then start to fantasize about certian men, or woman. Thinking about what I would like to do to them, or have done to me. I start to rub my nipples. I use my finger tips to circle around, until they are a bit hard. I softy squeeze. I pull my knees up, and push them out. As my fanstasy goes deeper, I open the lube, and place a small amount on my fingertips.
I use to fingers to softly circle my clit. I have found that tapping softly with the tip of my finger has worked as well. I don’t insert the toy, until I have felt a few tingles of pleasure. Why because if you insert it too quick you may “Stunt” your orgasm. By this I mean it will take longer to orgasm, or you will confuse your body, and not orgasm at all.
After I insert the toy, I push softly on the second handle. I can now chose to leave the toy, and play with my breasts, or continue pushing gently. I feel the waves as they pass through my body. I constrict my muscles around the toy, as a wave hits. If you like longer sesions you can chose to just let the waves pass. I find it more intense to use my muscles when a tingle urges me.
I use the second handle to pump in, and out of my vagina. Not letting the first handle come all the way out. My fingers cricles a bit harder, and a bit faster on my clit. It helps to be shaved, so that you don’t end up twisting your hairs. Well, unless you like that kind of pain. I feel a much harder wave pass through me, I clench my muscles, and with the second handle force the toy deep inside. I moan loudly.
I have found that moaning actually helps with masturbating, it sounds like you have some one there listening. It inhances your fantasy. The waves continue, until I am pumping the toy in, and out as fast as I can. Using the second handle, to push the first, inside my vagina. My fingers relentlessly circling my clit. I orgasm, and let out a long sigh, and lie there for a few minnuets.
I find this method better than, bending in ackwards ways. I have heard of kneeling, on all fours, but as I say I am a bigger girl, and it still prevents my fingers from going where they want to. Also it can get tirering to kneel, with one hand holding you up. And I don’t think I having my face in the bed, or pillows, while using both my hands is comforting. Unless you prefer asphixiation while masturbating.
Don’t be ashamed, of masturbating I have a fiancee, and I still do it. Even though we have sex on a regular basis. It’s perfectly heathly.
Thankyou for reading this. Hopefully it does help some one out there. Let me know.
How to Know What Woman Want
If you guys out there really want to know how to please a female and I’m not just talking about in the sexual way then read this and I guarantee it will help out.
First of all, All woman love romance we love to know that you have put a lot of thought into pleasing us the one thing you guys always mess up on is the excuse I couldn’t do it because of money or because I didn’t have the time. First of all it does not take money to plan a romantic evening. Here are a few ideas. Take her to a park bring a radio and picnic food with you but make sure to add some erotic food in with the rest like, strawberries, grapes, oranges and whip cream. If you have a bottle of wine bring it along with glasses. Play some slow music and poor a glass of wine for both of you. The erotic fruit is there for feeding each other. Try and tell her on that day what she means to you and what you think about her and if you want you can tell her what part of hers turns you on females like to know they please you.
Another thing you can do is find an open field turn on the radio and the head lights and get out of the car and ask her for a dance it’s romantic to be in the arms of the person you love, while beneath the stars.
Another problem I have heard about from a lot of females is guys don’t buy them anything for their anniversary because they said they didn’t have the money to or what they want to get was to expensive right now. First of all females don’t care about how much something cost what we care about is the fact of how much thought you put into it and if it comes from the heart. Make a card and put your feelings down in it or write what you would like to do to her in it. Write a coupon book with things you would do like “I will give you a thousand kisses but not two can be in the same spot”. Light some candles if you have them if not turn a lamp on and throw a thin cover over it and turn on some slow music and take her into your arms. That all it takes
Now when it comes to the sexual part females like be shown how much she turns you on. First of all the one thing I have heard that a lot of females have complained about is you guys always want a blow job but don’t go down on her half as much as she does you. Or that you guys don’t take your time on feeling her or rubbing her. Guys listen up females are as just as sensitive as you are in that area or maybe more we always hear it makes my tongue tired or it hurt or my tongue is numb well guys here is the truth giving you head is not easy why not get a pickle or cucumber and try it and see what I mean. Our mouths get tired and numb and sore but we still go on because we want to please you. Also take time to enjoy your partner’s body take time to find the sensitive areas find out what she likes and don’t like find out what makes her moan or what makes her scream and the way to do that is to explore and take your time doing it. And I guarantee you your partner will thank you deeply later.
Another thing you guys may not know or understand is females have low self esteems most of the time they need to be told how you feel they need to know you desire them and that you think they are pretty or beautiful. They love to be complimented like for examples your lips are like a fine wine, your hair shines like the morning sun, and your eyes are like the stars at night things like that.
I think there are only a few guys out there who truly know what a woman wants out of you. Why is it so hard for you to do simple things like calling your girl on your lunch break or writing a sweet note and sticking it somewhere you know she will find it how hard is it to pick up a rose on the way from home from work? Well I think I will end this now it will be continued later please leave feedback to let me know what you’re thought are and guys if you have a problem with this leave feedback about it and let me know why this stuff is so hard for you.
How to Just Get Kinky
Well, quite frankly, it’s like this, for a wild, sexy, erotic web site Literotica sure has its share of uptight and even prudish people. Wow, carry a story over between several story categories and you’d think you were a mass murderer given the variety of responses you get. Why even a fairly tame fetish like masturbating while listening to women change in a department store changing room is called sick by a reader reading in the fetish category. It’s apparent that some of the readers need to see a bit more of the incredibly wide variety of sexual fetishes, perversions and just plain outlandish behavior.
As writers I think we need to explore the various fringes of extreme behavior be it sexual or otherwise. With the exception of several taboos, Literotica is the perfect place for a writer to tiptoe on the fringes of sexuality and safely return. Well, safely return except for the prudish feedback, but to be honest, they can be some of the most fun reading here. What I offer here is some food for thought, if you excuse the cliche’. Some of the odd fetishes and behaviors I describe below can be excellent starting points for stories. As writers all you have to do is abandon all hope and dive deep into the kink.
Consider the statue. Some of the earliest erotica ever created was in the form of statues. Many women (and gay guys) think of David and men (and lesbian women) think of a Venus De Milo and can feel a bit aroused. Ah, take the arousal a step further, strip off your clothes and have sex with the statue and you are practicing Agalmatohpilia. In ancient times Clisyphus was said to have placed a piece of meat on a statues crotch and then proceeded to have sex with it.
Later, worshippers of the god Priapus had a statue of the god that featured an erect penis which they would use to penetrate virgins in ceremonies. More recently some men will masturbate against manikins. I can only hope it was after store hours.
Perhaps crossing over the line of acceptable behavior, but fitting at least one category here at lit is Biastophilia or when someone gets aroused by sexually assaulting an unwilling victim. Often if the victim submits to this person, the person may lose interest. Their arousal comes from the fear and tension they see in their victim.
Hate tight spaces? Consider Claustrophilia or those sexually aroused by being confined in small compartments. Often a person can put a partner with claustrophobia in a confined area and the apprehension can increase arousal when having sex. Just imagine the phone booth, coat closet and coffin fantasies we might be reading about. Well, maybe not the coffin stuff.
Anasteemahilia is the attraction to a person because of their difference in height. Wow, my fantasy with a WNBA basketball team now has a word to define it. Of course the variations here can add a bit of spice. A short man with a tall woman is a bit different from the normal pairings we see and can get very exciting in BDSM adventures, while very tall men with very short women can feel and enhanced sense of power, again with some BDSM opportunities.
Ah, the arm pit. The arm pit is very sensitive to a tongue or the warmth of a penis. Axillism is the use of the armpit for sex, a practice more common in Europe where women are more likely to grow their arm pit hair, however, the freshly shaved armpit is very sensitive, but if there is too much stubble it can be irritating to a penis. Of course, with a few good stories about arm pit sex here at Literotica and axillism may become the new blow job in the not too distant future.
Okay, let’s exercise a bit of caution with this next practice, though according to some practitioners, it is not really all that painful. I’m talking about Bee Stings on, yes, you got it, the penis. While bee stings were once thought useful as a remedy for arthritis, they can also be used to extend the duration of orgasm and the stings increases the circumference of the penis. To save yourself from having to run naked into the flowers, some people suggest capturing two bees, spinning their jar to make them dizzy and disoriented and then, holding their wings, apply them to the penis.
Again, the practitioners claim this is not really all that painful, but honestly, I ain’t gonna be fucking no flowers anytime in the near future. One thing guys, if you are allergic to bee stings, let’s not try this, even if you are working hard to impress a lady. Honestly, exercise caution here, it is believed that about 5% of the population is allergic to bee stings. If you have been stung and are experiencing an allergic reaction, quickly consult a medical professional. Hmm, now if you need a fun way to kill off a character, here may be your chance.
These are just a hint of the strange, sick, and downright kinky things that some people have done or are doing right now. Just think that sexy person riding up in the elevator with you may have just… well, that is entire up to you. Have fun.
How To Handle Infidelity
Infidelity. Just the word can bring havoc and panic to the heart of most committed people, married or not. It happens all the time, we hear about it constantly. That coworker at the office, the late-night call from a friend. But…it never happens to US. Never in OUR relationship. Oh yes it does. You’d better fasten your seat belts boys and girls…this is one hell of a bumpy ride.
First, let me give you my history on this topic, so you know up front that I’ve been there.
I’ve been on both sides of this emotional roller coaster. My first brush with infidelity came at the tender age of 20 years old. So young, so inexperienced with life, sex, orgasms, and men. He was 23 years old, and to me at that age — that meant he was a MAN, and I was impressed. His marriage was crumbing, he told me so. I was the woman of his dreams, the love he was looking for.
And the sex, have I not mentioned the sex yet? Ladies…this man rocked my world. Before him, I had never experienced an orgasm that wasn’t self-inflicted, never had a man eat my pussy, never had anal sex. My thighs quivered so much from this man that I thought I might never walk again.
So he had a wife, so what! She wasn’t my concern. It’s amazing how good sex can throw all clear thinking right out the damn window. I played the role of the “other woman” for almost three years. Until…he went back to his wife for good. He’s been married and divorced twice now. The second marriage ended when she cheated on him. What’s that old saying? You reap what you sow.
I got married myself two years later. I chose a shy, sweet, innocent man. He was a virgin for God’s sake. He adored me, he would never cheat on me. Yeah, keep telling yourself that. Looking back, I can honestly say I didn’t try as hard as I could have to make sure he was happy. I was so confidant of myself, that I missed the signs right in front of me.
4 years into our marriage he was cheating on me. It took me months to figure it out. I think the phone call from her one afternoon was my first clue. That same great sex I had been having with some faceless woman’s husband, was NOW being had by another faceless woman with MY husband! Here we go again. You reap what you sow.
In my somewhat humble, yet slightly educated opinion on this topic, I feel there are two basic types of infidelity. While there can be many different variations of this, they do seem to be classed into two distinct groups.
Type #1
The one night stand. That sort of fly-by sex. You don’t think much about it ahead of time, you don’t necessarily plan it, it just happens. A moment presents itself, you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time (or the right place at the right time), and that heated lusty feeling in your groin sucks up all your brain cells and you fuck like bunnies.
It can be incredibly intense and erotic. Maybe your sweet, demure wife doesn’t give head, and this woman whose name you might not even know is sucking your cock like she works for Hoover. Maybe your football-crazed husband tells you “later, honey, the game is on”, and this man you just met is practically ripping your panties from your body because he NEEDS your pussy. Did I mention this could be intense?
But, it’s a lapse — a one time fling — nothing more. You pull your cock from her ass, find the shreds of your clothes scattered all over the floor, and crawl away in shame. (Once you cum, you can’t get out of there fast enough anyway) Or, ladies, you salvage what’s left of those ripped and damp panties, quickly stuff them into your purse, and run home to get the kids lunches made for school the next day. It’s temporary insanity, as I tried explain to a friend recently. You won’t get the death sentence for it, but that gold-plated free pass to heaven has just built up some tarnish. Does anyone need a ride to confession?
During the act you may or may not be feeling any guilt. You may get so caught up in the passion of the moment, that real life has escaped your brain. Your brain cells are rather pre-occupied at the moment. Who could blame you? On some levels this may even seem like fantasy, with the reality not hitting until your clothes are back on, and you’ve scampered off into the night.
You might not feel guilt afterwards either, though from my own experience, and the stories I hear from my circle of friends, most people do. The guilt can eat away at you, making you question your values, and even your relationship. You vow that this will never happen again. You shower your significant other with love, kisses, attention, and gratitude. All of this, of course, is to try to reduce your guilt.
Sometimes it doesn’t happen again. That was it, you sowed your wild oats. You swear on all that is holy that you will never stray again. Sometimes you don’t. Then again…sometimes you do.
As horrible as this may sound to those people I saw waiting outside the confession booth with me last Saturday (Please, don’t tell my mother I was there AGAIN), even if you slip again…with another person, and it happens only one time, it’s STILL a one night stand. Does it make you any less of a cheater? Hell no. It just makes you a Type #1 cheater.
I’ve known people who felt that because they never slept with any of their “one night stands” more then once, that it didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t REALLY cheating…they were all just “mistakes.” Using that logic, we can rob the bank of our choice, and as long as we don’t rob each bank more than once, we aren’t REALLY stealing. Stick to that story when you meet Bubba, your new prison-mate, when he’s handing you the soap on a rope and calling you “his bitch.”
This brings me to the next and in my opinion, the most damaging, type. Remember, I’ve been here, and I’ve played every part in this nasty little game. I’ve been the victim of both one-night stands and more meaningful infidelity, but I have also been the one doing the cheating. Am I proud of what I’ve done? Hell NO! But…if asked if I would change the experiences I’ve been through, I would really have to think long and hard.
Type #2
The “more than once encounter,” maybe not so casual infidelity. Oh sure, maybe it started out as a case of temporary insanity, but you go back for round #2, and maybe more. Type #2 infidelity is almost always born from Type #1. You think it won’t happen again, but God, it felt so amazing, you were reborn sexually, and you just can’t help yourself. It’s like a drug addict needing another fix. You try to tell yourself this is the last time you’re going to see her, the last time you let him fuck you, but it’s like a runaway train, you can’t stop it from happening.
As if Type #1 wasn’t messy enough, filling you with enough guilt, Type #2 is worse by tenfold. This is damn hard for some people to admit to, but once you begin seeing someone on even a semi-regular basis, a relationship is formed. Semi-regular can mean once a week, or once a year. Does a relationship always mean love? God no, but a relationship has formed none the less.
That first time can sometimes be written off using the “temporary insanity” plea. But…when there is a second time, and maybe more, you’re no longer insane, my friends. You have made a conscious decision to cheat. You may not even realize the choice has been made, but trust me, it has been. From now on, though, where this goes, and what it means, gets very tricky.
First of all, men and women look at infidelity in completely different ways. Let me give you an example: When my husband began his first affair, the first thing I asked him was “do you love her?” Oh, believe me, I asked hundreds of other questions, and still do. But at that moment, when he finally told me about “her,” the first and most important thing that came from my lips was “do you love her?”
Not “have you slept with her? Is she better then me?” All of that came later, after a very large bottle of wine. Women are generally much more emotional creatures then men are. We see the world through our hearts. If, as a woman, you have never experienced this, close your eyes, and imagine…just for a moment…your husband embracing another woman, and telling her “I love you.” Do you feel that in your stomach? Do you want to throw up? Yeah, I know, it’s gut wrenching.
All right ladies, put the baseball bat back in you son’s room and step away from the car keys. I didn’t say he was cheating, I just wanted you to know how it feels. Go back to folding his underwear, make him a nice dinner, he’s been a good boy.
Now, men — they react differently. For men — for the most part (not trying to classify anyone) — the biggest fear is of another man touching their wife. I think it goes back to the caveman days. Men are wired differently then women are. Men are hunters by nature. Going out into the world and bringing home their prey. They will proudly, with swelled chests, show their catch to other men, but don’t try to take that catch home with you, or out come the clubs, and a battle will ensue.
Now it’s the men’s turn. Close your eyes boys (don’t worry, you wont miss any porn pop-ups) and without me even making a suggestion, what is the first thing that comes to your mind when you think about your wife or lover being involved with another man? Hmm…let me take a stab in the dark here. I would bet money it didn’t have anything to do with her saying she loved him. Does it have anything remotely to do with another mans body on hers, his cock inside of her, making her cum, gasping and moaning in pleasure?
Okay, okay, drop the club, and unclench your jaw. Go buy her some flowers, tell her you love her. She was home doing laundry all day, I swear. That was just the gardener leaving all sweaty.
Does everyone remember “Fatal Attraction” with Michael Douglas and Glenn Close? Remember all the talk around the water cooler from men? Remember how freaked out men were about it? Do you know why? The woman became the hunter, Glenn Close went after her prey like a mad woman. Men were terrified. I would bet that many, many men who were in the midst of a hot, steamy love affair quickly ended them out of sheer terror. My husband has seen that movie a dozen times, and he STILL calls her insane.
But…ask those same men to watch “Unfaithful” with Richard Gere and Diane Lane, and they will react entirely differently. They will call Diane Lane every name in the book for the most part, and will continue to go on saying the man she had the affair with deserved to die. That movie shocked people, and opened their eyes to their own personal views about infidelity.
It’s a double standard, isn’t it? It’s almost as if men are allowed to cheat, and women are expected to forgive. But God forbid if a woman cheats. There is no excuse in the world to justify that, at least not to her husband, or a good portion of men. Maybe that will change someday, but for now, society still deems it much worse for a woman to be unfaithful.
In one regard, it doesn’t matter if you are a man or a woman. If you have cheated, or if your spouse has cheated on you, the basis to dealing with it is learning to understand why it happened. Sure, there truly are some people out there who just can’t seem to keep their pants on, and fuck everything they can catch. But that’s not what I’m talking about here. If you’re unfortunate enough to be with someone like that, give Glenn Close a call, she can help you remedy that.
This is deeper, and its tougher to handle. For you, or your spouse, or your lover to go outside of the relationship to seek sexual fulfillment, something has to be missing at home. That’s a tough pill to swallow, isn’t it? When you have been betrayed, it’s very easy to blame the entire incident on your partner. If we take some of the responsibility for their actions, the hurt is even deeper. Let me give an example I told to a friend of mine recently.
I adore Ralph Lauren’s Polo on men. Any man. The checkout boy at the market; the postman; but mostly, my husband. Whenever I smell it, it arouses me on some level. For many, many years whenever my husband would wear it, I was all over him. I wanted him then, right then. It makes me feel submissive, and very erotic. But…after 14 years together, I don’t react the same all the time. Oh, sometimes I still want him to take me right then and there, and will even suggest that to him. Sometimes, he will even turn the game off and oblige me. But…then…there are those other times. I will smell it, and I go into that bitchy wife mode.
I’ve caught myself doing it. Instead of letting the scent fill me with lust and desire, I will gripe that he didn’t put the bottle back in the medicine cabinet. I’ll bitch that he wears it too much, and its too damn pricey to wear to work… Or, I will accuse him of wearing it for some other woman. I assume the woman at his office doesn’t bitch when she smells it on him. I wonder whom he is more likely to respond favorably to?
Does that mean it’s okay for him to start sleeping with her? Absolutely NOT!!!! But…if I’m completely honest with myself, perhaps I can see why some other woman would be more appealing to him. The same goes for men. If you are so absorbed in your football game, your car, whatever it is that makes you happy, that you are pushing your wife aside and not seeing to her needs, then how can you be totally surprised if she fills those needs outside of your bedroom?
Most of are guilty of being too comfortable in our relationships. It feels safe, secure, and we stop trying very hard, or stop trying at all. The hubby rolls over and slips his hand under your nightie, and you grumble about being tired, having to get the kids up early. He pulls his hand away, and you go to sleep. It’s no big deal, right? You can do it the next night, he isn’t going anywhere. But…after years of being told “not tonight honey”, trust me, he’s going to stop trying. Not because his need is any less, but simply because he’s sick and tired of being rejected, and he just gives up.
Does that mean it makes it right for him to begin a torrid affair with the woman at the grocery store who flirts with him? No, it doesn’t. But, it sure does explain why he responded to her flirting in the first place. Once you can admit that to yourself, and see that you may have an active role in why the infidelity took place, you may be on the way to forgiving it, moving on from it, and making sure it never enters your life again.
An affair can be highly exciting for the person involved in it. It’s completely free of any responsibilities. That person that you meet once or twice a week to have wild, hot sex with doesn’t give a damn when the mortgage is due. They don’t care who’s taking the kids to soccer practice, or if you picked up the dry cleaning. All they care about at that moment is the feeling of fucking you. Fucking you in a way that your spouse never does anymore. Remember when you and your spouse were like that? You couldn’t keep your hands off each other? God, the good ‘ol days. They don’t have to be gone, you just have to work harder to get them back.
Guys…get her flowers on the way home…just because. Tell her she’s beautiful even if she’s wearing sweats and a T-shirt. She just may reward you with exactly what you were looking outside of your relationship to find.
Ladies…how about taking off the sweats today, and putting on those jeans. The pair he loves on you whenever you wear them. Maybe tonight you could roll over to his side of the bed, and sleep in late this weekend to make up for it.
Trust me…the excitement and the thrill that you or your spouse feels with someone new would quickly vanish under the pressure of day to day life. Try talking about the mortgage with your new fling, see how that goes.
Will it always work out the way we want it to? Sadly…no. But if you take an active role in trying to make it better, you won’t be filled with the guilt of knowing you could have tried harder. Thanks for reading, It’s time for me to dig out those jeans the hubby loves, and make him forget about the little checkout girl for tonight.
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