fair is fair
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Posted:Aug 6, 2014 9:07 am
Last Updated:Nov 24, 2014 6:49 am
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I've only met him twice. The first was a meet and greet and I figured he'd do. The second, he opened my door and I was naked and bent over, ready for him.
We tried to meet up again but things always came up. I could tell he's getting frustrated, so I decided to try again. Our chatting for the past year or so about it has made me realize that he wants to punish my pussy. He wants to fuck me when I'm sore from fucking another man, and he wants it to be more pain than pleasure for me as he has his turn.
That's not really my thing, but I feel guilty about not keeping my promises. I got flaky and didn't fuck him again when I said I would. I feel a responsibility to do what I say I'll do. And I really like satisfying BBC.
So, to make it up to him, I'm offering up my sore pussy for his pleasure. He gets to use my pussy like he owns it, as he says, and punish me for denying it to him for so long. He'll fuck me doggie and from the side - deep and hard - until I cry for mercy, and then he'll ignore me and keep fucking me. Using my white pussy for his black cock's pleasure, and punishing me is turning him on.
I'm sure he's wanting to take other frustrations out on me that have nothing to do with me, and that's ok, too. I'll suck him and fuck him until he's done with me. Because I owe him that for frustrating him.
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why you never answer me?
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Posted:Jun 15, 2013 8:38 am
Last Updated:Nov 24, 2014 6:49 am
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I just got a message here from a fellow: "Why you never answer me?"
Folks, there are a few reasons why I don't respond to messages:
1. I'm not interested. There are a lot of reasons why I may not be interested. Sometimes it's you, sometimes it's me. But it just is. If your grammar and spelling are awkward, that's a huge turn-off and I will likely never ben interested. If you clearly do not fit my profile (are a smoker, for example), then I'm not ever going to be interested. (Not judging smokers, just don't want to fuck them.)
2. I'm too busy. You can email me again later and I might get back at you, or I might not. Sometimes it's about the kind of mood I'm in. I don't expect you to keep chasing me, but I will say that sometimes guys who are consistently polite eventually get my attention.
3. You may think it's more polite for me to respond when I'm not interested, but I lost that politeness after too many guys were jerks about it. "Thanks for your interest but I'm not interested" was too often met with "You bitch." Seriously? Why engage? And if somebody thinks that I have to jump to and immediately answer any message that a stranger sends to me, he's probably the type who's going to be a jerk when I express my lack of interest.
4. I don't owe you anything. If you are a stranger on Gay Hookup Zone, I really don't owe you anything. I've had guys on here get really pissed off because I'm not their personal slut, and that is astonishing to me. Because I'm interested in meeting some men here whom I find attractive and want to be with does NOT mean I'm available for any jerk who wants to fuck me. It doesn't work that way. At all.
So, if I don't respond to a message, you can react how you want, but acting entitled about it is not going to get you the response you probably are looking for.
And while I'm at it, let me express one more thing. Guys who email me and want to show up at my house right then and fuck me? Um, hello? I don't know you so why would I invite you to my home? Offer to buy me a drink. In public. Or dinner. You want me to let you get inside of me, then you need to let me get to know you a bit. And maybe you should suggest a hotel or some other place, rather than assuming that you should be able to fuck me in my home.
Assumptions and entitlement. I'm not a fan.
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yes, Daddy
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Posted:Mar 13, 2013 9:35 pm
Last Updated:Jan 30, 2014 2:00 pm
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He bent me over the couch and slammed his big black cock into my tight pussy. I gasped and moaned in pleasure. As he picked up the pace, he growled into my ear, "Whose pussy is this?" "Yours, Daddy" I got out between gasps. "Whose slut are you?" "Yours, Daddy."
I want to be his slut. To satisfy his desires, to be fully available for him to use. He makes me feel so good and I want to do whatever it takes for him to feel good.
This is a breakthrough.
I told him that I think I have a discipline fetish, and he promised to discipline me more. The problem is that I'm a good slut. I do anything he wants me to now. How can he punish such a good slut?
The spanking felt perfect tonight. His cock buried deep in my pussy, twisting my nipples, slapping my ass. I don't complain even when it hurts too much. I want to make DAddy happy. So if that means sometimes he slaps my breasts so hard my eyes water, then I will not protest.
Whatever Daddy wants. That's why I'm there.
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the control
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Posted:Jan 15, 2013 9:31 pm
Last Updated:Jan 30, 2014 2:02 pm
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To let a man do whatever he wants to me has long been a fantasy, and it's exciting that it's really coming true.
I know that this sexual relationship has a limited shelf-life, that we're not very well suited to each other. But for now, it's pretty damn awesome.
I can let go and let him do what he wants. No negotiating or communicating needed. If he wants me on my knees choking on his dick until I learn to deep throat, that's fine. If he wants me bent over my new recliner so that he can mercilessly pound my pussy bareback for the first time, that's more than fine. (We have both been tested and won't be having unprotected sex with anybody else.) If he wants to slap my ass so it hurts, if he wants to fuck my asshole, if he wants to go down on me until he makes me cum - whatever he wants, it's his to do, to take.
And that totally fucking turns me on.
This is fine for right now and I'm enjoying it tremendously. But someday I'll want somebody who better suits me and we could have a public relationship as well. Somebody to continue the illusion that I have everything under control - as I do outside the bedroom - and then takes me home and bends me over his knee and fucks me however he likes. A strong, dark man who would fully appreciate the gift I would give of my body and control.
Wonder where I'll meet him.
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trying sub
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Posted:Jan 14, 2013 9:02 am
Last Updated:Jan 30, 2014 2:03 pm
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We've been having sex for months, lately with more frequency. And I know that he is far more dominant than I am submissive, and in general he's much kinkier. He's been very good with reeling it back to not scare me off, and he's outstanding at the more vanilla sex as well (I've already had more orgasms due to him than probably all my sex partners combined). But since I know his preferences I would like to try those too, and I would also like to play with my sub side.
Yesterday when I arrived, he right away started slapping my ass and my clothes came off immediately. He told me to get on my knees, and I was obedient, and I sucked his dick (trying to deep throat, which he really wants) and licked his balls until he ejaculated all over my face. I stood up, as that time on my knees on the hard floor wasn't too comfortable, and while standing there he quickly brought me to orgasm with his fingers on my clit. I have no idea how he does so well what so many men before him have failed to do.
Then I was on my stomach and he was slapping my ass and started playing with my asshole. I did everything I could to relax, but when he eventually entered my asshole with his dick, it wasn't the most comfortable thing. Not exactly painful, though the stronger his thrusts became the less comfortable. While physically anal sex isn't always my favorite sensation, I miss it when I don't have it, and psychologically it's a turn-on. The taboo, and frankly the bit of humiliation. Having a man enter my asshole is the most submissive thing I've experienced.
After he came (pulling off the condom and ejaculating all over my ass and back), he was still playing with my ass, slapping it, and rubbing it and my legs. It wasn't long before another condom was on his dick and then I was up on my knees as he was doing me doggy style, and then I was on my back with my legs up in the air. His hard-on wasn't as hard this time, but he did cum.
And then we laid together, with hardly any chat. I curled up next to him and he put his arms around me, and we watched the end of the playoffs. I dozed off, then he dozed off, and then I got up and dressed to go. When I went to kiss him good-bye, he woke up. "Where are you going? I didn't give you permission. Stay. You don't have to work tomorrow, you can stay. Get back here. I should have tied you up."
But I left.
I felt ... a little melancholy. The thing is that I've grown to like this man, and I like our chit-chat and banter and play. None of that is submissive enough for the fantasies he has. I think. We'll talk about it. Maybe we could work it out to sometimes play like yesterday - where I let him be totally dominant and do whatever he wants - and sometimes we can be a bit more vanilla, with more negotiation. He tires of my negotiations, reminding me that when we play he is in control. I am fine with that - a big part of my attraction to him is that I do agree with him being fully in control during play. But I think that if he knew it was an important part of my satisfaction he would view it differently.
In a few days I'm leaving town for a month, so I'd like to have a lot of sex before that. We'll see.
I go too much in my head, even during sex. It interferes with the best possible sex. So it's good to have a partner who really takes charge, not always asking me what I want. That is such a turn-off. Talking about it in advance is good, but during play I really just want to flow with it. Not think. Not decide. Let my body just lead the rest of me. And in some ways, I think that being submissive is great because it lets that happen. BUt in others - well, to say that I am strong-willed is a great understatement. Letting that down is not something easy to do.
And the spanking - as long he doesn't hit too hard, I like it. It's not like it blisses me out, but it's a nice sensation. and I like that he likes my ass so much.
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sometimes you just gotta let loose
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Posted:Dec 13, 2012 11:21 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2024 2:27 am
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I used to fuck his brother. But when I moved back to town, the brother was married and moved away. He was afraid of wrecking his marriage, so I said, "Hey, what about I meet your brother and we see how things go?" Sort of reluctantly he hooked us up and then we both forgot about him.
We texted a good while and then met one night. He brought me to the strongest orgasm any man ever had, and I knew things were not going to be the same for me. I knew he was too kinky for me, but a good time.
This went one for a few months, an occasional fucking as I dabbled with other men. He was more vanilla with me than he really liked, softening his spanking and nipple tweaking.
Then some stressful life things happened and I had more free time on my hands and no really good reason to resist his strong advances. He doesn't drink but I brought a long a bottle of Drambuie to smoothen the pot he prefers.
"Take off your clothes," he said nearly immediately upon entering. I am a little shy, and instead I pulled the blanket in front of me on the couch. He finished rolling up the joint and said, "I won't light it until you are totally naked."
So, naked I got, sitting on the floor next to him, as he rubbed along my hips. I kept drinking, we kept smoking, and it wasn't long before he took off his bathrobe and stood above me. I knew the position and I took his cock into my mouth, sucking and licking. I like when he reacts to the attention and it wants me to do more. He likes much attention to his balls as well, and I am happy to oblige. Back to the cock, and he forced it into my mouth. I know he wants me to learn to deep throat, and I have such an overactive gag reflex, but I did the best I can and he was pleased.
He laid me down and began fingering and licking my cunt. Ah, yes, that's what I want. How does he know how to satisfy me more than any of the other men I've ever been with?
But I was drunk enough that letting him in on a secret seemed a good idea: "Don't make me cum until you're done fucking me. Once I orgasm, I just want to roll over and fall asleep." He looked at me quizically, because he usually starts with making me cum, and I still let him fuck me because that's only fair. But really if he wants to keep me excited, it's better to hold me at at excitement level without relief.
He got me so worked up and then he rolled me over and slapped my ass. He likes spanking me, and I especially like it when he mixes it with the pleasure. One hand rubbing my pussy and the other slapping my ass? Mmmm, yes.
He pulled away and I heard a bag unzipping. Soon a flogger was hitting my ass. Not too hard, just enough to get me even more worked up.
And then I felt a pressure at my ass and heard a vibrating sound. Really? You want to put a toy up my ass? But I was in no shape to protest, especially when it had another part that went in my pussy. He lubed it up well and applied gentle pressure and pushed it into my asshole, using his other hand to keep my clit excited.
"Are you going to fuck me in the ass tonight?" I asked, not sure how to feel about it. "I'm not sure. We'll see how ready you are."
The toys and his hands and flogger worked their magic, or maybe he just couldn't resist. Soon the toy was replaced with a steady pressure from something much larger. I tried to relax. He lubed up some more. I knew I wanted him in my ass because that's what he wanted.
And in he went. I groaned and moved around to try to make it more comfortable. "You want me in deeper," he growled in my ear, and he thrust all the way in. It wasn't painful, just not totally comfortable at first, but then I adapted and started to enjoy the sensation and he thrust deeply into my asshole with his big dick.
Then he came and pulled out. Changed the condom and rolled me over. I obediently bent my legs up to meet him in my pussy but he had another hole in mind. I gasped. "Did you mean to do that?" "Oh yes."
By then my pussy was aching for more attention so I begged him to not forget the other hole. And he took good care of it, too. A perfect gentleman with plenty of lube and clean condoms, he used me like a three-hole slut who doesn't know the word "no."
And now?
I just want more. It's been a few days and I'm trying to figure out how to get his attention to do me again and again.
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how it should have happened
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Posted:Mar 11, 2012 6:38 am
Last Updated:Dec 7, 2012 8:55 pm
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Yesterday there was a knock at the door. I looked through the peephole and the young fellow seemed harmless, so I opened the door.
He only spoke Azeri, of which I know about ten words (none of which he was saying), and he spoke no English. We stared at each other, and then I noticed he is the finest young thing I've seen in this country.
I gestured that he step inside and he did. I reached for my phone and tried to reach the translator, but no luck.
My look became more appraising, as we stared at each other trying to decide how to communicate.
I stepped up close to him, trying to figure out what to do. I took the device from his hand and set it on the counter and leaned toward him, waiting for a sign. He smiled, looking so shy and nervous. I smiled, taking his hand and putting it on my breast. He tentatively squeezed it, and I took his hand and guided it to squeeze harder. I took my free hand and ran it down his back and to his ass, which I squeezed. He was startled, looked at me, and leaned in to kiss me. It was a sweet kiss, a beginning.
I took his hand and led him to my bedroom, pushing him down on the bed and closing the door. I straddled his hips and ground against his crotch. I continued the dry humping as I ran my hands down his face, neck, pulling open his shirt and touching his chest.
Finally his body responded before his mind, and he grabbed my ass and pushed me into him. I took off my shirt and bra and watched his eyes light up. He fondled, pinched, and sucked my breasts and I groaned and ground against him. I could feel my pussy getting hot and wet and I couldn't take it anymore. I unfastened my pants and led his hand in my panties. This boy was not completely clueless and he found my sweet spot, making me buck on top of him. This party needed to get started.
I slid down and unfastened his pants and pulled them down, his cock springing to action. Not to big, but a nice enough size to satisfy. I licked up the shaft to the head, taking it in my mouth to my throat. I heard him deeply exhale, jaggedly, and I knew he was feeling good. I sucked, and I licked again, darting my tongue along the frenulum. I licked his balls, raking my fingernails up his inner thighs.
His breathing got more jagged and I was afraid he'd blow too soon, so I pulled back. He looked confused again, and I realized I didn't have the patience to teach him today how to give good oral, so I reached for the condom drawer.
Suited up, he was ready to go to town. He seemed to only know one position and I let him go missionary - it's a good angle for getting me off when I put my legs up in the air. I felt his cock at my pussy and I raised my hips to let him in. I played with my clit as he eased into me and I saw his eyes change - from that gentle young man to only his animal desires. He pounded into me, grunting, and before he could get off I pushed him off me and quickly turned over got on my hands and knees, ass in the air. All he could think was getting that pussy back, so he slid in again. I bucked back into him, making his thrusts even stronger.
This made me cum - a small orgasm, but I'll take any orgasm I can get. I clamped hard on his cock, increasing the friction even more. He fucked and fucked until I heard an unmistakable groan and he collapsed on top of me.
He pulled out and headed to the bathroom to clean up. I stayed on the bed, massaging my clitoris hoping for one more orgasm. He came back to get his clothes and I could see the confusion on his face. We sinned somehow, though I'm not sure the extent of the sin. Married? Engaged? Who cares. He was cock.
As he got dressed, I appraised him again. He would definitely do for dalliances.
I walked with him to the door, and put his hands on my breasts and grabbed his crotch. "Y'all come back now, ya hear?" I murmured in his ear. He nodded, not needing the words. He leaned in to kiss me, pinched my nipples, and rubbed my ass.
Oh yes. He can definitely cum back.
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fucking African
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Posted:Nov 28, 2010 6:42 am
Last Updated:Dec 13, 2012 10:57 am
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So, I'm in Africa for a few months and got hot and heavy with a guy last night but I made him stop before all the clothes came off.
Women in his tribe usually have their clitorises removed as an initiation rite. I informed him that my clitoris is fully intact and will stay that way, and I'm very fond of it.
His kissing and touching was rough, which can be a very good thing but not the first time. The first time with a guy, I want it good and tender and gentle and fully satisfying. Teaching a man how to do that is a challenge but I've done it before, and will do it again.
When a man has fully satisfied me like that, then I basically become his bitch and will do whatever he wants however he wants. This guy will like that, I think. I anticipate the deliciousness of being roughly ravished by a man using my body for his satisfaction.
Yesterday, it was hard to stop him. I've never had a man so difficult to stop - he kept ignoring me saying "no" and "stop," and he held me as I tried to get away. He was filled with lust and wanted to completely possess my body.
I do hope that he is creative and we don't just settle into a routine of him fucking me missionary and then rolling off.
I do hope that when I am ready to submit to him, that he takes full advantage of the situation and my willingness to do whatever he wants.
I think that he will. It will likely not be long before he holds me down and roughly fucks me, thinking only of his satisfaction. And then I will kiss him, curl up beside him, and thank him - and he will know. He will know that he can dominate me however he likes, and that my role is to please him and to submit to his desires.
And in this way, we are both satisfied. We can transcend social limitations and reach a place of raw, basic desire.
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crawling out of my skin
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Posted:Sep 25, 2007 5:20 pm
Last Updated:Mar 6, 2010 1:06 pm
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Am I the only person who gets SO HORNY and feels like if she's not fucked NOW that she will crawl out of her skin??
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things that turn me on
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Posted:Aug 10, 2007 11:48 am
Last Updated:Nov 28, 2008 8:15 pm
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I was looking something up on urbandictionary.com, which is always good for a "WTF?" and came across this:
1. waffles and ice cream
When you're doing a chick from behind, her face is pressed up against a chain link fence. When you are about to come, pull out, turn her around, and come on her face. Hence Waffles and Ice Cream.
I was doing this chick at the dugout last night and I gave her a waffles and ice cream.
Why this turns me on, I have no idea. Maybe the animalistic components of it. The exhibitionism. The sheer nastiness of it. Not that i want it planned out this way or anything, but walking along and the guy I'm with decides "Right now" and there we are. Grabbing onto the chainlink, forced hard up against it, oh yeah.
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