That one

No matter who it is, everyone always has that one person at work that is just knock out gorgeous. I’m no different, and at my place of work… her name is Candace. She’s twenty-three years old, but has the slender and sexy body of an eighteen year old. With her long black hair and pouty lips, she’s a sight to behold and a woman that I am sure most men would jump without hesitation. I would sit at my cubicle for hours, watching her working at her own, wondering what it would be like to wave my hand through her hair, how she would smell as I kissed the back of her neck, or what noises she would make when I entered her from behind. Such fantasies are normal, healthy in fact according to some professionals I’ve read. Even though I have a steady girlfriend who is nothing short of amazing, I can’t help but feel aroused when I’m around her. Yet I accept the fact that it’s human nature to be attracted to the opposite sex, and brush it off and just get back to work when the moment is over.

I don’t think you can blame me for being attracted to Candace, because not only is she a fine looking woman, but also she has personality to boot. Whenever we talk, it’s easy to see that we have so much in common and have plenty to talk about. That’s another fantasy many men don’t talk about, the ability to be able to talk about cool stuff after sex. If men could find a women who talked about sports or even check out sports center after making love instead of talking about love and commitment, I guarantee she’d be getting a ring big enough to stake on in less than a year. Men actually fall head over heels for the tomboy, because they can hang around her like they do one of the guys. And Candace was that kind of tomboy; she was pretty yet tough and willing to speak her mind when she had to. I found out that her tough tomboy attitude came from being raised with three brothers and no sisters, so she had no choice but to play around with the boys when growing up. It never took away from her feminine side, as she
still took the time to make herself look stunning each day when she came into
work. While her office attire was nice to look at, I am sure myself along with
many other men looked forward to casual Fridays, when she would wear a tight
pair of blue jeans that nicely showed off her cute, tight ass.

Everyone has these kinds of people in their lives, a member of the opposite sex they can’t have but fantasize about all the time. But when fantasy strays into the realm of reality, it can sometimes be enough to blow your mind. Mine made such a bold move when I least expected it. Usually I only saw Candace at the office, and was a tad surprised when I got a chance to see her in an environment either than our office. This encounter occurred downtown in one of the most popular dance clubs in the city. I stood outside that club for close to an hour, freezing my ass off with a few of my friends while waiting to get inside. Usually I never have to wait outside, but the friend of mine who usually works the door had gone home for the holiday. He wasn’t the only person home for the holiday, as my girlfriend had also made the trip to see her mother and I was unable to attend because I only had two days off for the break. So there I was on a cold Saturday night, waiting to get inside when I hear a familiar voice call from above.

And there she was. Waving from one of the windows and smiling at me like a princess would when look down at the little peons below. I smiled and returned the wave before resuming my conversation with my own friends. We finally made it into the club about a half hour later, shed off our winter coats and joined the huge crowd inside eagerly hoping that their body heat would thaw us out from our long wait outside. Once inside I was met halfway to the bar by Candace, who was a stunning sight in a tight shirt with very little back to it, and a tight pair of black jeans, and some boots that gave her an extra inch or two in height. She also had her hair put back into a long ponytail so that it wouldn’t get in her face while on the dance floor. I took a look around the room and casually asked where her boyfriend was. I had assumed he was probably at the bar fetching her a beer. She gave a cute grin and said that they were no longer an item, and that she kicked him to the curb for being a complete asshole.

I was a little surprised, but was still enjoying the view as I even managed to
catch a quick glance at her tight ass, that again looked quite stunning and it wasn’t even Friday. Since her boyfriend wasn’t there to help her out, I offered to buy her a drink, which she accepted and we walked over to the bar together to get them. After a few drinks and some rather interesting conversation, Candace asked me to hit the dance floor with her for a few songs. I had enough liquor in my system to accept her invitation and off we went. The dance floor was already packed, so Candace and I were dancing very close to one another, to the point where our bodies would occasionally rub against each other. I didn’t want try to bump into her and was afraid that she would be offended, but not only did she like it but she turned around and allowed her tight ass to bump and grind into
my pelvis. I don’t know if it was the loud music or all the people bumping and
grinding around us, but I put an arm around her and bumped into her as well. Candace seemed to be enjoying it as she bumped along with me, rubbing her tight ass harder against my crotch. I then took another chance and slipped my hand underneath her shirt, reaching up and feeling up her breast, which was easy to accomplish since she wasn’t wear a bra. I could hear her gasp with surprise as I teased her nipple with a soft touch, caressing her breast with in the cup of my hand. She arched back and gave a grin that let me know it was all right to feel her up, and I decided to take another chance. I leaned down and kissed her exposed neck, teasing her with my lips and tongue as we continued to bump and
grind on the dance floor.

Seconds later, Candace turned around to look me in the eyes. I realized that I
had been more than bold in the last few seconds, and was clenching my cheek
muscles just incase she was about to give me a swift smack for my rudeness. She
didn’t slap me, and instead came closer and kissed me right on the lips. The kiss was semi-open mouth, but there was zero tongue action. After a few seconds,
Candace eased back for a moment to catch her breath, and then came right back to
kiss me again. This time there was plenty of tongue action, as we both got right into things and began to feel each other out as we were necking on the dance floor. Again the music started to pump at an unbearable volume, and we again started to dance on the floor with the rest of the crowd. This time out our dance was tens times more sensual as we spent most of the song kissing, feeling each other up and grinding up a storm for well over twenty minutes. Finally, Candace took me by the hand and led me away from the dance floor. I didn’t know where she was taking me at first, but then it was obvious as we went right to
the door to fetch our coats. She never heard so much as a whisper of protest as
we both fled the club and hailed the nearest cab. Since my girlfriend was out of
town, we went to my place since she didn’t want to run the chance of bumping into her now ex-boyfriend.

Once inside the door to my apartment, things went from normal to out of friggin’
control. We went right to the couch and started to make out right there in the
living room. We were kissing each other passionately, feeling each other up and
started to remove each other’s clothing. Since she wasn’t wear a bra, I
immediately tore off Candace’s shirt and began to lick and suck on her petit breasts, and I even enjoyed listening to her give off a soft whimper as I teased her nipples with my tongue. I wasn’t going to stop there, as I slowly began to work my way down. I unbuttoned her jeans and ripped them off with ease and after I removed her wet panties, it was hard to believe that the girl I had been fantasizing about all this time was naked on my couch with legs spread out and waiting for me to give her as much pleasure as I possible could. I was eager to
rise to the challenge, as I quickly went down her and began to give her oral pleasure. I loved the taste of her and never stopped licking, even when she orgasmed in my face. I kept going, licking up all her sweet juices and never stopping until she orgasmed a second time minutes later. As I had suspected, Candace was a bit of a moaner and she never hesitated to let me know how she was feelings each time she had orgasmed while I was going down on her.

Suddenly she was on her feet and pushing me down onto the couch. Candace was
eager to return the favor and she never heard and complaints from me. She tore
open my dress shirt to the point where all the buttons went flying and started
to tease me by licking my nipples. She also began to work her way down… opening my pants to expose my erect penis, which was hard as a rock. She gave a cute grin, and then I was the one who gave a gasp of pleasure as I could feel her soft lips slowly engulf ever inch of my hard cock. There are not enough words to express how fucking amazing it was to feel her suck me off, but it was one of the best five minutes of my life. She probably could have gone on
forever, but I interupted her with the idea that intercourse would be a better way to go from there, especially since I was harder than ever and ready to go. She giggled with delight and climbed ontop of me. We kissed again for a few seconds just before she mounted me. I could hear her sigh deeply as she took ever bit of my hard cock inside her, and I took could barely keep myself calm as I could feel the tight walls of her wet vagina slowly surround my cock. We both began to pant and groan and she started to move up and down, riding me with ease and allowing the friction of our skin to drive us insane with pleasure. I see
her bite her lip while she kept rocking her hips and riding me as hard as she could. A few strokes later, I asked if we could chance positions, and she was more than willing to change things up.
The next position we tried next was the missionary, one of my personaly favorites because you can look your lover in the eyes and even kiss and make out with them during intercourse. Candace laid on her back and then spread her legs for me so that I could hover above and enter her again. She grunted just a bit as I slid every inch of myself into her and started to pump as hard as I could, which I could tell was doing something for her as she got wetter and wetter with each stroke. I took the time to use the new position to lean down and kiss Candace while storking her, playing a little tounge hockey while making love to
her. Finally, I asked her if we could do one last position, and I was happy to see that she was more than eager to try anything. After telling her the position I wanted to use, she gave me an evil grin and bent over the end of the couch, raising her ass into the air and inviting me to enter her again. I eager went behind her and entered her from behind, and started to stroke her faster than I had before. Candace reacted quickly to the new position as she began to moan and even scream up a storm as I could tell she was starting to orgasm. She was getting wetter down below and I could feel her spasm and shake as she had a huge orgasm. She was sweating, panting and groaning up a storm, and bucking her hips as I kept stroking her as hard as I could. I also couldn’t control my own bodily
functions as I could feel my own orgasm coming. Eager to have one of my own, I
kept stroking her hard which caused Candace to orgasm again as she screamed out my name this time in sheer pleasure. I couldn’t hold back any longer as I joined
her and orgasmed at the same time, blowing a huge load deep inside her. The gave out another groan as she could feel the explosion within her and we both
collapsed on the couch, both sweaty and tired. That sweat never stopped us from
cuddling up as we still kissed and felt each other up during our cool down phase.

We slept in each other’s arms that night on the couch, and early that morning we made love in the shower. After finally cleaning up and getting dressed, Candace felt it was best if she left. She knew I had a girlfriend and said that tonight was probably a one-time thing, and I agreed it should be left at that as well. I thanked her for the amazing night and we left it off with one final kiss before I watched her walk down the hall and disappear. I still see her at work, but
these days when she smiles at me… I have a better idea of what she’s thinking of.

Deep Impact

The first encounter completely freaked me out, but really set the stage for the others. At the time, I was crashing after a wild drunken party at a lesbian couple’s apartment. They were pretty cool, and I often slept over. They would “retire” to their room and I would crash on the couch. One night, they had some of their gay friends over for a party and I and one of the gay friends crashed in the living room while they went to their room. I just about passed out on the couch, but I occasionally opened one eye to see what Scott was doing on the other couch. Eye open: see Scott on couch. Eye open: see Scott on couch. etc. But then, I took a look, and Scott wasn’t on the couch. He was lying on the floor next to MY couch. Yikes! I pretended to be asleep, and next thing I knew, Scott was on the couch, on top of me, working down towards my crotch. He opened me up and gave me a blow job that I still remember to this day. Next morning, I pretended like I remembered nothing and left and went back to my dorm on base.

At that time, guys were boarded two to as many as four in a room. This is not basic training where everyone is in one large open bay-room. This is a duty assignment, and the dorms are pretty much like college dorms. In my case, two to a room.

I’m not exactly a party-animal. I like to go drinking at the NCO club, but then I generally come home and go to bed. But Bill (my room-mate) was quite the opposite. He came home late, drunk, often. And as often as not, not alone. We both drank pretty heavily (hey, we’re in the military, with free-money and nothing else to do), and I was usually passed-out before he got home. He would come home with some bimbo he had picked up at some club, and I’d wake up to see the silhouette of the two of them against the backdrop of the only window in the room. Her on top, him on top, doggie style… whatever. At least a few times I woke up to find an orgy going on - several guys and gals getting it on on the bed, the floor, in the hall, the bathroom… you name it. But I never got involved. I dunno why. It would have been easy to slip out onto the floor and grabbed the nearest wench in the near total darkness and have at it. But I didn’t. I either feigned (or was actually) passed out, and just slept it off.

One night, after a particularly drunken dorm party, I awakened to find Bill was actually lying beside me in my bed. The memory is kind of confused because I was quite drunk. But I know for sure that he either jerked me off, or blew me while I was laying there half-asleep. When he was done, I faked “waking up” by rolling and “falling out of the bed.” I acted like I noticed nothing and staggered off to the bathroom. When I came back, Bill was in his own bed and already snoring.

You have NO idea what effect that had on me. From that point on, I was consumed by the fantasy of Bill just fucking the shit out of me in every way conceivable. And I set out to make it happen. I took to falling asleep on TOP of the covers, with nothing on. For weeks, nothing. Then one night, he stumbles in quite drunk. I’m more than a bit tipsy myself. Next thing I know, he’s laying on the bed beside me again. This time I am quite aware of him jerking me off. But this time, I am also ready. Again, I fake “sleep” (lying with my butt UP) but at the same time, I make sure that the jar of Vaseline that I have laid next to my pillow is plainly visible. There’s a pause, in which I’m not sure WHAT he is doing. There’s no sound. Then, I feel something pushing gently between by ass cheeks. I CANNOT believe this is happening, and I sure as hell can’t believe that I actually set it up! But the deed is done now, and there’s no backing out. Next thing I know he’s probing around with that dick, looking for my asshole. He finds it and presses. Just a bit. I start to feel my asshole widen to accept him in. I’m almost panicking now. What the hell have I done? Can I stop it now? But before I can decide what to do, he pushes one good push and he’s IN. There’s no turning back now. He pushes ALL THE WAY in - to the hilt. Its painful, but not so painful that I don’t find myself immediately enjoying the “full” feeling. And the imagination running wild in my head is even greater. I’m impaled, under the weight of his much larger body. He’s between my legs so I can’t close them - they are held permanently apart giving him full access to by ass. He begins thrusting. Eventually, he falls over against my back and I’m now supporting his entire weight on my back and ass. He is thrusting wildly and deeply and I’m absolutely helpless to resist. Sure, I could make a major scene and yell STOP - but frankly, I didn’t WANT him to stop. He fucked and fucked my asshole until I thought I was gonna pass out. But I didn’t. Wave after wave of this completely new sensation poured over every inch of my back and ass, and I was on the verge of passing out myself when he came. I could feel the warmth of his cum, but deep inside me. After he came, he lay with his whole dead-weight on my back. I was pressed into the bed, immovable, inescapable, while he slept there, with his dick still in my ass. I can’t believe how “dreamy” the sensation was - and I fell asleep there too. When I awoke, he was gone (in his own bed).

I knew I couldn’t let that be the last of it. Over the next months, I arranged several more such encounters. One of my favorites was when he showed up drunk one night, but not so drunk that he didn’t know what he was doing. I like that best. It started out as me almost taking advantage of his condition to get what I wanted. But this time, he was not so drunk that I didn’t get it without him knowing full well what he was doing.

I was “asleep” on my bed, again, but this time on my back with my head near the edge of the bed. He has to walk past the head of my bed to get to the bathroom. And when he did, he stopped and turned my direction (I’m peeping just a little bit through my closed eyes). He turns and goes on to the bathroom, and I hear the shower come on. Later, as he comes back past my bed, he again turns my way, but this time he is completely naked. The past encounter had been doggie-style ass fucking. So I had never actually SEEN his dick before, up close. But this time I did. I got a real close look at it because he was standing right next to my bed with this thing pointing, yes pointing, at my face. It was enormous. All I’d ever seen was my own, which was about 5″ when fully erect. This was at least a good 8 inches long, but slender. Not much bigger around than my own - just much longer. It was perfectly shaped. No odd curve, no rounded bubble-shaped head - just a smooth, straight, slender arrow with a nicely pointed head (if you have ever seen Peter North’s member, you know what I’m seeing). Anyway, he takes a step closer to my bed - looking at me carefully to see if I’m “asleep” and perhaps close enough to see if he can smell alcohol. He can, and I appear to be quite passed out. So he steps closer. Now, his dick is actually hanging (standing) over my face. He takes his hand and presses the tip of it down until it just barely touches my lips. I remain absolutely still. He presses a bit more and begins to rub the head of his dick back and forth across my lips. Now I make my move. I move just a bit, turning a bit more towards him, and let my lips part a little bit, as if I’m breathing through my mouth. The head of his dick is still resting on my lips, but motionless. Now he begins to push it into my mouth. I feel the soft head pressing my lips apart and starting to wrap themselves around it. All the while, I’m laying there fully awake but pretending to be asleep. I’m thinking “this is it. The point of no return. If he pushes that thing into my mouth, I’m officially giving head.” And he does.

With a little thrust, he pops the whole head of his dick into my mouth. My lips offer no resistance at all - just spread apart by the thrust of this shaft, they open wide and let this monster in. Again, Bill stops and remains motionless for a while. I’m lying there, with this dick in my mouth and just wondering where does it go from here? Well, I found out where it was going! He begins to push in and out. His head is so soft. I feel the rim of it rubbing on the roof of my mouth and my tongue. In and out, slowly, just a little bit. I notice that there’s a little bit of some fluid coming out of the tip. It has a somewhat bitter taste, but not at all unpleasant. In and out, he continues this for a couple of minutes. By now, his thrusts are reaching the back of my throat. There’s a little bit of an urge to gag, but I manage to suppress it. But there is another problem. In this position, he’s “shooting” straight at the back of my mouth, but not down my throat. He can’t “turn the corner” in this position, and by now, I definitely want him to turn the corner. I have to take a risk. I am going to have to move, but there’s no way I can do it while continuing to feign sleep. If I move, I’m going to have to let him know that I am fully aware of what’s happening. If I don’t move, it’s gonna end here pretty much. But I want this thing down my throat. I’m looking at pubic hair that I desperately want to bury my nose in. So, I make the move. Still laying on my back, I move back a bit, then move up a bit so my head is tipping over the edge of the bed. Sure enough, he follows to the new position and immediately goes back to the back of my mouth. His dick is as large around as my mouth, so I’m opening as wide as I can to keep my teeth off his shaft. Soon, he’s probing at the back of my throat again. He stops, and slowly pushes. My throat expands to allow him in, and he goes in another inch or two. And stops. At this point, I can still breath, so he rests there for a few minutes. I notice now that he is gently caressing the sides and back of my head. He’s holding my head in place while he fucks my mouth! I discovered, now, that there is a SECOND opening that his head has to pass through. This one is a good bit tighter than than the back of my mouth. It’s also farther down. I don’t know what it is, but it’s a tight muscle much like spinster of my asshole. It takes a good bit of pushing to force through it. And when it does, it does so with a slight “pop” - not the noise, but the sudden breaking-through when the head passes through and recluses behind it. It’s now firmly held in my throat.

But Past this point, I also cannot breath. I push him back a bit so the head pops back out of that opening, back into the back of my mouth. I get a BIG breath and then pull him back in. Again, it pops through and squeezes tight behind it. This is also a bit more uncomfortable. I can’t breath, and stretching this muscle opening makes it sore. But I pull him in farther anyway. There’s still a good 3 inches of dick that hasn’t entered yet, and I desperately want those pubes resting on my face and I want those balls to rest on my face also. I pull in more, but I’m running out of breath. I push out, get a breath, and pull back in. But I don’t have much time between breaths so this time I pull ALL the way in! Because I’m laying on my back, his balls are now resting on my eyes, and the base of his shaft rests on the underside of my nose. He goes wild now, and I just lay there. With him thrusting in and out, forcefully, I begin to have trouble suppressing the gag reflex. But it hardly matters because my throat is completely plugged - there’s nothing coming up any way it goes. So I just pull him in and out and take all 8 inches of that rod in and out, from the tip to the base.

I can’t suppress the noise of my gagging, but it doesn’t matter - he can’t hear me over his own load groaning now anyway. One last time, I pull him out, get a breath, and pull him back all the way in. This time, I hold him in tightly and move my head about and constrict my throat muscles as much as I can. When he comes, I feel it all deep inside. It’s warm, seems almost hot. But I can’t taste any of it. I pull him out so the last few squirts can come inside my mouth. His semen is kind of pungent, slightly bitter tasting, but not at all unpleasant.

Besides, in this horny condition of mine, it wasn’t the taste of cum, but the fact of cum. I was eating cum, and a large amount of it too. I never come come this much, but Bill has one huge blast deep in my throat, and several more, smaller ones in my mouth that fill it nearly up anyway. Cum is squeezing around his shaft and coming out of my lips, pooling on my chin, and cheeks. He continues shallow thrusts, pushing some of the come into the back of my throat where I really have no choice but to swallow it. But that’s what I wanted anyway. He remains there, now, motionless for a minute or two. I wish I could see what I look like, laying there, with a huge dick pressed all the way into my face, gently caressing this guys balls and thighs.

There were other encounters later, with other guys. One of them during one of Bill’s orgy parties. At the next such party, I slipped out of bed and on top of some chick (I never knew who), and she didn’t care either. I didn’t fuck her, I just laid on top of her and sucked on her nipples. I have a pretty good idea, (almost sure) who it was because the size of her breasts was enormous, and the Air Force ejects overweight people with frightful efficiency. This girl had enormous breasts, and I knew who she must have been and she was discharged from the AF not too long after this event. It’s sad because she was not at ALL overweight, she just had these huge tits. But as I laid there in the pitch dark, someone started groping me from behind. With both hands on my hips, they could not tell who I was (or even what sex). But as this guy groped me, the girl under me moaned and whimpered. I’m not sure, but it seemed that this guy assumed that he was on top of the girl he heard! We’re all drunk and it’s pitch black - who could tell? As I felt his dick probing around, I directed it to my asshole. As soon as he started pounding me, I entered and pounded this girl under me. I can remember thinking “He thinks he’s fucking this chick, and in fact he’s fucking my asshole.” Shit, the knowledge of that sent me over the edge. I filled this gals cunt with as much cum as this guy filled my ass with.

“How to Turn Down Unwanted Men”

and all the SHEs can be HEs if you’re like me!

HE : Can I buy you a drink?
SHE : Actually I’d rather have the money.

HE : I’m a photographer. I’ve been looking for
a face like yours.
SHE : I’m a plastic surgeon. I’ve been looking
for a face like yours.

HE : Hi. Didn’t we go on a date once? Or was
it twice?
SHE : Must’ve been once. I never make the same
mistake twice.

HE : How did you get to be so beautiful?
SHE : I must’ve been given your share.

HE : Will you go out with me this Saturday?
SHE : Sorry. I’m having a headache this weekend.

HE : Your face must turn a few heads.
SHE : And your face must turn a few stomachs.

HE : Go on ,don’t be shy. Ask me out.
SHE : Okay, get out.

HE : I think I could make you very happy.
SHE : Why? Are you leaving?
HE : What would you say if I asked you to marry
me?
SHE : Nothing. I can’t talk and laugh at the
same time.

HE : Can I have your name?
SHE : Why? Don’t you already have one?

HE : Shall we go see a movie?
SHE : I’ve already seen it.

HE : Where have you been all my life?
SHE: Hiding from you.

HE : Haven’t I seen you some place before?
SHE : Yes. That’s why I don’t go there anymore.

HE : Is this seat empty?
SHE : Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.

HE : So, what do you do for a living?
SHE : I’m a female impersonator.

HE : Hey baby, what’s your sign?
SHE : Do not enter.

HE : Your body is like a temple.
SHE : Sorry, there are no services today.

HE : If I could see you naked, I’d die happy.
SHE : If I saw you naked, I’d probably die
laughing.

He taught me how to masturbate

 another cc

actually It’s not like that I had never tried anyone’s fingers. My friend, Carla fingered me before. But I had never tried my own fingers … I didn’t know it would feel good too.

We finished his second orgasm and cuddled each other on the bed , and then he asked me how often I masturbated ? I said I didn’t. He didn’t believe me at first but I insisted and then he , finally , believed. He asked if i wanted to try , and as the matter of fact that I hadn’t come at all last night , so I said yea. We both sat up …. i spread my legs as wide as possible and he grabbed my hand. I was a little nervous but he smiled and said it would be fine ….he grabbed my hand to place it on my pussy ..first he moved it slowly …pressed it against my clit , he even inserted one of my fingers there and it felt good and urged me to begin to move it by myself … I moved my index finger around my clit ..moaning out for the feeling of pleasure …he took his hand back and watched me (very closely). I used 2 fingers to play with my own erect clit …pulled it up…rub it felt my own dampness dripping …. he told me to move to my hole …so I moved my finger to my hole …slide a finger in , I began to finger myself deeply but slowly ….hmmm it felt really good …I moaned out louder as I began to finger faster. Now he began to stroke himself too. I moved in and out fast and moaned crazily… he told me to put one more finger in so I did. It was a little tight but I still slide it in. I felt my dampness inside but it felt very nice. I turned my fingers around , ahh sooo nice…I fucked myself fast and hard. He moved forward to suck my nipples and that was too irresistable. I came SO hard.

We ended up having it one more time but I didn’t enjoy it as much as I did when I fingered myself.

I murder you

(this is my first try to write something longer than a post, all the names, places and events are imaginary and if you see parts that looks like my life, that’s just your creepy imagination!)

part one:sensation inside

“Ouch, that hurt.” and he stopped to look at me.
*******
I took another look at my watch, 1 of 6; and why it took so long, i had no idea!
I was counting seconds: 1,2,3,4…………
another look at my watch and it was still 1 of 6. “there must be something wrong with this watch.” i told myself.
i turned to the guy sitting next to me and asked:” what’s the time?”
And it took him ages to raise his hand, move his writs and look at his watch. “six!” he answered.
“shit” I whispered, I must have been trapped in a time tunnel that no matter how far you go, it’s still six o’clock.
the guy sitting next to me spent several minutes-if those minutes existed- staring at me, scanning me from my shoes to top of my cap as if looking for a problem, a name, a code, a clue or whatever that could sound interesting to entertain him on the long flight from hell to never land or vice versa.
“we’re not gonna land, are we?” I thought and as if I have shouted my thought aloud, the guy next to me asked:” pardon?”
” so was I supposed to start a shitty conversation with this guy?” I wondered.
The idea wasn’t much interesting at first but may be I could get out of my time cage, if i started talking to him. I wouldn’t lose anything so it was worth trying.
in a voice that wasn’t at all like what i used to have i answered:” nothing”
I wanted to start a long conversation with that guy and i couldn’t think of any better answer than “NO thing”. what was i looking for then or what could I expect from him as an answer?!
“you look nervous, is this your first time?” he asked and i had to think of a long answer if i wanted to keep him talking and i needed more time to think of a long answer.
” oh, really?!” I felt a drop of sweat fell on my forehead. ” no, it’s not my first time, eeemmm you knowwww, well…..” taking a deep breath i continued:” I’m afraid of height, i hate planessss they’re so insecure.”
he looked surprised and tried to calm me:” you’re gonna be fine, I’ve been using this airline for a long time and nothing bad ever happened.”
me:” yes, but crashes happen not often.”
he smiled at my idea  “you’re right but don’t think too much about it.”
then he turned his head to the other way looking for the stewardess. ” two coffees please”
i followed the stewardess walking up and down the aisle, I stared at her as long as I could trying to memorize her every move, one step to the right, talking to the passenger seating on the 12th row, then turning her back to another passenger, bending toward a little girl sitting on seat number 21 and giving me a perfect view of her back. “her skirt is shorter than others.” I thought and then took a look at guy sitting next to me to see whether he noticed what i noticed or not.
“bitch” i thought, his eyes were fixed on me that i felt really uncomfortable. we spent a few seconds looking at one another till he opened his fucking mouth and said:” I’m on a working trip, what about you?”
“why should i tell you what am i up to?” i thought then bit my lower lip and said:” I’m going there to meet a friend.”
he leaned forward as if he was interested and I leaned back to my seat to keep my distance from him.
” so you’re traveling such a long distance just to meet a friend ?! then your friend must be some one special.”
“special! yeah he’s fucking special.” how could i think positive of him, all i could feel was hatred and hatred and hatred.
i tried to hide my feelings as hard as i could, hoping my eyes wouldn’t betray me as usual.
“yes he’s a dear friend.” I grinned.
“so how’s he like, is he waiting for you at the airport.” he asked.
“that bastard has no fucking idea I’m back in town.” i couldn’t stop the crazy thought rushing to my mind.
“he doesn’t know I’m going there.” i replied.
“so no one is expecting you?!” he asked sluggishly.
“no” and i felt sorry for myself, it was all his fault, he ruined my life and now i was going back to take my revenge.
the stewardess was back with the coffees.he took both cups and winked at the stewardess to go.
approaching the cup to me he said:”try this and you’ll feel better.”
I was dying for a cup of coffee but my conscience was giving me alarming tones. “no thanks”
he kept on insisting and me refusing for no obvious reason. i moved my hand to avoid his approaching hand with the cup and shhhhhhhhhhiiiitttt the coffee was all over my clothes and i was lucky the coffee wasn’t so hot.
he took a tissue and tried to clean me, i avoided cos i didn’t want any male human touch my body again.
he was a stubborn guy and he didn’t want to surrender so i had to back away as far as i could, till my body was pressing against the cold window.
as if he saw the fear in my eyes, he sat back on his seat and left the tissue on my seat.
“i’m sorry” he said at last.
i took the tissue and sat on my seat to clean the coffee stains and i knew they would stay there forever.
i tried to look for a garbage bin to throw out the dirty tissue, he took my hand in his hand and said:” give it to me”
i loosened my fingers to let the tissue fall into his warm hand.
we kept silent for a while, me listening to some Metal music and he reading some magazines.
the music was tearing my soul, i could hardly stand the shouts. i took a look at my watch. It was still 1 of six, that was impossible because at least i spent five minutes talking to that guy…..
I turned to that guy again and asked:”what’s the time?”
he looked at me then his watch and said:” six”
“what?! that’s not possible, was I in a scary movie and everything was going to happen again and this plane never land?!”
I took a look at my jeans and the coffee stains were still there. ” what kind of night mare it is?” i wondered.
I felt his big warm hand  touching my hand again,  I let him hold my hand for a while to give me some sense of being alive.
” I joked, it’s almost 7.”
I turned to look at him. ” it was a silly joke” i said, releasing my hand from his.
“I don’t want to interfere but you look like a wounded bird, wanna talk about it?” he said.
i looked elsewhere pretending i didn’t hear him. “bitch, may be i’m hurt but i’m not a bird.” I thought.
I turned up the music and closed my eyes trying to sleep, he didn’t say any other word.
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I was in a weird land, every door was left open, no one was in town. i walked a long distance till at last I knew where I was, I was walking in his territory, I was in his town and I was standing in front of his house and his door was closed, the curtains  were down, there was no light. I got  close to the  door to listen to the  sounds inside, something or someone was moving inside, i heard whispers,  and then  bang, something hit me on the head and i fell on the ground,  i couldn’t open my eyes but i could feel something  moving up and down my body, it was touching every cell of my skin, i could even smell its breath, it moved and moved and moved and then it was round my chest, pressing it hard and hard and harder, i couldn’t breathe, i needed air, i needed oxygen. i was dying and the beast was killing me, i used my hands to get rid of that beast, i fought and it fought back, it pressed harder, i was taking my last breaths, i wasn’t struggling like before, i let it squeeze life out of my body……………

“So does this make me a slut or what?”

*.this post is so random and has nothing to do with me aka CC; i’m still feeling down for my ruined wedding anniversary so fuck off!

Well, here we go. I have been with my current partner for like 14 years. But as time goes on life with him gets more boring (as far as the bedroom goes). I swear he is worse than a girl with the “I am not in the mood I have a headache”attitude.
So last August I started seeing my lover. Sex with him is great as usual, but unfortunately he recently moved to Vegas in March. So only get to see him when he is in town, such as this last Thursday,
However, about a month ago I had gotten a call from an old guy friend that I knew in high school telling me he was stationed here in Washington state. So we got together had some dinner and then went for a drive he found a remote spot and we started making out. Brought back flash backs of when we were in high school. So here we are kissing and getting all hot and bothered and before you know it he is rubbing my breasts through my blouse and caressing my hot horny pussy through my pants (was so wishing I had a skirt on that day:)…. After a bit of this and since it had been awhile since I had gotten fucked and what not asked if he would mind if I sucked his cock. As I had been craving one for a while. And since he was a red blooded damn love a girl to suck my cock kind of guy quickly pulled his pants down so I reached over and started stroking his gorgeous cock while we continued to deep french kiss…. Then once he was nice and hard, I leaned over and started sucking his cock. Mmmmmmmm it tasted so good, so while I was giving his cock a workout he was rubbing my ass and then finger fucking my pussy while playing with my asshole also. Needless to say we both came together, it was fun.
So I decided he would be my back up for when my “lover was not in town”. Unfortunately he has been busy for the last month so I started emailing a guy online he had said that he had a conference here in town and wanted to meet me in person, of course this was set up before my “lover” had told me he would be in town from Vegas. So I decided to just run with what I had as it had been a while since I had gotten some really great sex.
So last Thursday had a great fuck session from my Vegas lover. Then on Monday met JD had dinner and then went back to his hotel for some “dessert”. Mmmmmm it was great in a different way he wasn’t into oral sex but was a very soft gentle lover. Cam several times and then slept with him was woken by another awesome love making session with enough time to shower and then get to work on time.
Then on Tuesday checked my emails and found out that my Vegas lover was going to be in town again this week and wanted to get together with me again on Thursday. I smiled a “wicked” smile thinking hmmmmmm twice in one week have I died and gone to heaven?
But, it only gets better from here as when I was heading home on Tuesday got a call from my old high school friend. And he said that he missed me and wanted to get together with me as he was off work. So we met at a park up the street from my house and he took me to a cool spot that he had found. This time I was smart as I had stopped by my house and put on a skirt. We got out of the car and he opened the trunk and pulled out a blanket laid it on the ground and then laid down on it. He motioned for me to join him so heck being the hot horny slut that I am figured what would three times in one week hurt anyone… Plus to we were out in the middle of no where…
We started kissing and rubbing each other he reached down and slide his hand up my inner thigh he moaned and said I am glad you have a skirt on he then made a bee line to my pussy mound and smiled and said hmmm no panties today? I said nope wanted you to have easy access he moaned again mmmmmmmm I like that. So needless to say we were both naked in seconds we then 69 for quite a while both intensely trying to out do the other with oral pleasure. After cumming several times he had me get on all fours and started fucking my pussy doggy style. So glad that we were out in the middle of no-where as we were so into fucking each other that we wouldn’t have noticed anyone watch us fucking like horny jack rabbits. After several minutes and making me cum a couple more times he moaned can I fuck your ass baby I said yes fuck it with that he stuck his cock in my ass and started pounding the hell out of it. I cam again four more times. Finally after making my ass sore from his hard core fucking shot his load deep in my ass. We both collapsed with him on top of me his cock still in my ass. All I could do was smile wow first a gentle fucking on Monday with Jd and then a hard core fucking two days later. Then tomorrow I get fucked again from my Vegas lover. Hmmmmmmm I could so get use to this:)… Not to mention am thinking that this is even more fun as each is awesome but different in a very good way. My pussy is tingling just thinking about getting hammered again tomorrow.
So tell me does this qualify me as a slut or what? Or I guess that I could say that sex is my drug of choice.

“just one hour to fuck”

*. under 18? get outta here right now, i wrote this post yesterday but i dunno what the fcuk is wrong with my other blog, i can load any page except the writing page. some might not like this but it’s actually based on my time with my boyfriend having fun & me trying to improve my writing skills ;-)*************

The silver sky slowly turned into darker colors as I looked outside the window.
“Just one more hour and then I can be home, this time earlier than the other days.” I wondered.
It was just another 1.5-hour drive on icy slippery roads and then a warm welcoming house and a hot delicious dinner were waiting for me. So I pressed the gas pedal harder to speed up.
My cell phone was ringing non-stop and it was really driving me up the wall.
I pulled over to the shoulder to see who was the one dying to talk to me.
“Hallo, who’s buggin’ me?” I asked.
“Do you mind stoppin’ an hour by my little hut of yours?” the voice from the other end asked. I took a look at my watch, I could be home an hour later than expected and it was still earlier than other nights so I replied:” ok, I ma’give you some time” the caller thanked and hung up.
I parked my truck and ran to his door as if I was late but actually I was 10 minutes early.
The place looked pretty dark except the candle lights waving dimly at passers-by. I looked around, no one was out there in the dark, I pushed the door open and there he was sitting on the sofa watching T.V.
“Hey, jus one hour and that’s all. So whydya call?” I said.
He smiled widely, turning his head to me:” hi babe, you’re a bit early so can we spend more time together?”
“Nope, you know the rules!” I frowned.
He looked quite disappointed: “Deal, jus one fucking hour; and should I pay first?”
Grinning happily I said:” we’re gonna discuss it later!”
He put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me closer so I could smell his scent that is something enchanting for me.
I tried to say something about what I felt but he put his tender lips on mine and gave me no chance to talk.
I parted my lips and let him slip his tongue into my waiting mouth, our tongued danced happily together, I tasted his sweet lips and then entered his mouth, I could feel the freshness there, and the whole sensation was great.
We stopped for a while trying to stare at each others eyes and reading thoughts.
I couldn’t stay like that for long, I whispered “I love you babe” and I licked his cheeks then bit his luscious lips.
“Umm you taste good but we have just one hour to be together” I told him as I was running my fingers round his neck.
He tried to lick my lips as I tried to get away from him.
“Fuck it; I thought you didn’t mind spending a few hours with me.” He claimed.
I smiled looking at his dark blue eyes,” I’d love to but that’s gonna cost you more, may be your head for instance!”
“Fuck yo, if you have to go, and then let’s hurry up!” I agreed and he grabbed my hand and led me to his dark bedroom.
Blinking a few times, we were used to the darkness inside the bedroom and we could see things pretty well.
“You’re a real whore.” He whispered to my ear.
I said:” I know” then kissed his neck, grabbed his sweater and pulled it. I wanted to go for his jeans but he took my hands away, going for his drawer and taking a box of condoms from there.

I went for the lights, the darkness was great but I wanted to see what we were doing.
In a flash of light we got rid of the things covering our bodies.
Both took a deep breath and simultaneously shouted:” you’re so hard”
It was funny both of us were so horny.
“I’ve been thinking of you all day” he said as he pushed me on his comfy bed.
“So did me” I paused then went on: “let’s get down to business then, heads or tails”
“I think heads” he answered thoughtfully.
“Sure?” I asked.
“Yeah, go on” he said lying on the bed beside me.
I moved between his legs, touching his knees then I touched his thighs several times before squeezing his balls with my fingers.
“stop playing, get into action” he asked.
I licked top of his beautiful cock, then making circles on the head and licking the whole length.
he grabbed my head and shouted:” do your job now or you won’t get any!”
I took a look at a clock hanging on the wall, he was right, time was passing so fast.
I bit & licked his cock a few times and then I let it slip in my hungry mouth ready to feel his hard cock.
I had to try several times before I could take him completely, as soon as he was fully in my mouth; we found a rhythm of a good fuck.
He fucked my mouth for several minutes, we were breathing hard, and then he said:” I can’t hold it anymore, I’m cumming”
I sucked him harder, bit him a few times and there was no return for him, his muscles tightened and I tasted his juices in my mouth, it was a strong load I almost choked on his shot.
He collapsed on the bed; I took a deep breath then moved to him, rubbing my painful cock on his body, I was so hard, harder than the time I stepped into his place.
I inserted my tongue into his mouth and let him taste his own juice.
Tasting his own sperm, I could feel his member stiffening again. I put my hand on his groin, moving it up and down; he closed his eyes and let out a deep moan.
I kissed him on his lips, my hand still jerking him off, and then kissed his cheeks.
I moved down to his little hard nipples, I sucked his right nipple and played with the left one, my other hand still working on his hard cock.
I slowed down and put my weight on my elbows so I could take a look at his face.
He was enjoying himself, his eyes closed and panting heavily. I moved down again and started sucking his wonderful dick standing proud and hard.
I slipped a finger in his hole.
“How do you feel?” I asked
He tried to say something but it looked so hard as I inserted another finger into his tight ass.
I sucked his cock one more time, and then pulled my fingers away.
“Bitch finger-fuck me right now” he ordered.
I grabbed his balls again and squeezed them really hard; he let out a loud groan.
I put his cock in my mouth, inserting2 fingers into his ass, this time fucking him really hard.
He grabbed my head again pushing it hard against his balls, I was sucking him really hard and my fingers couldn’t go any farther. I put the third finger in his hole and he couldn’t take it any longer. He came as intense as the first time.
I licked the last drop of cum, this time I swallowed every drop. Then kissed him on the lips and jumped outta bed, I got dressed as quickly as possible, but I have to struggle with my hard-on, it didn’t want to go inside my pants.
I waved him good-bye and kissed him again, he looked exhausted.
“Wish you had more time” he said sadly, putting his hand on my hard thing trying to stroke it.
I gasped for some air, “may be next time, and tonight was jus yours and I have one more place to go.”
We kissed each other one last time and I headed for the door.

first time sex

I looked into some old pages and I found this, it looks quite funny right now!(I looked so AC/DC LOL!)

Closing the door and pulling all the curtains , i crawled into the bed and closed my eyes, I could hear my own heart beat cos it was beating so fast and strong I thought it might jump out of my rib case ; I was nervous like a teenage boy trying something forbidden for the first time.

I trembled a bit as her lips touched my cheek, it was more like an electric shock given to a dead body. I thought:”Oh my Gawd, I want her more than anything else.” I couldn’t stop myself from what looked so natural. Without much hesitation I hugged her tight. keeping her close to my sweaty body I kissed her cheek and then I kissed her lips. I closed my eyes and stuck my lips to her as long as I could still holding her close to my body.

She tasted me with her tongue and we started eating one another. she was so sweet, tasting like a cup of hot chocolate to me that I felt i was in heaven, I wanted the clocks to stop working and let those moments last for ever.

I didn’t realize when she unzipped my jeans and got her cold sweet lovely fingers inside but just a simple touch of her was more than enough for me; I was as hard as stone and I was sure I wanted her to go further so I let her do whatever she liked to my body. She turned upside down and in a few seconds she was between my legs and she was exploring my shaft her tongue and massaging my balls with her fingers. I moaned in pleasure, grabbed her hair and directed her head to the place gaping for attention; she took my meat inside her warm mouth and sucked it like a little baby, at first she sucked it slowly then she sucked faster. I couldn’t hold for long, I cried: “omg, I’m cuming” she sucked my cock harder and i came. she ate all my loads & didn’t waste a drop.we were both breathless; but I had to satisfy her too cos I didn’t want to owe her anything. so we quickly got outta bed and got rid of our clothes. Jumping back on the bed, we got to the 69 position and I buried my face inside her wet pussy, I licked a few drops of her juice then teased her by running my tongue around her well-shaved pussy. She hadn’t left a pubic hair as if she knew we wanted do it that day. the aroma coming from her pussy was so great and intoxicating for me. I dug into her clit thrusting my tongue inside her. I could hear her moaning and panting, I sucked her harder, she let out a loud cry and it was followed by her juices. I licked her clean and she tasted so good. I laid on my back and i was hard again cos she was teasing me with her tongue as I sucked on her clit.

She winked at me then she stood up and parted her pussy lips giving me a full view of her erect clit; it was such a turn on for me that all i wanted was to fuck her tight cunt. She lowered her body as if she read my mind, she grabbed my cock and put the head at her entrance, I was ready to fuck her. I stared at her big beautiful eyes and begged her to go on. slowly slowly she let me in. I couldn’t believe she was so tight, her pussy muscles tightened round my organ and I could see pain in her eyes. She remained in the same position for a few minutes before starting to ride, at first she moved slowly, then she went faster trying to get me completely inside. But she was so tight and my dick was a bit too thick for her she couldnt take me in. she rode faster and harder as I got closer to my climax. A few more strokes and we both came together and I helped her lay on my side with my semen oozing outta her hole.

I love her so much, she’s so perfect, so hot, so sexy, and sometimes it seems she’s never satisfied and that day was one of those times.

It didn’t take long before she was ready for another mission, she held my cock in her hand and started to play with it to wake up th beast. But I couldn’t keep up with her pace, I needed some time to regain my power and another erection.

she played with my cock for a while till it was hard again then she moved on her for ready for me to get inside of her. I got behind her and held my cock with one hand and lubing the other hand. I played with her ass cheeks then touched her tight ass hole trying to insert a finger but she yelled:” no anal” .shit , I knew; I knew she didn’t want anyone play with her anus. I parted her pussy and got inside of her so hard that she let out a loud scream, I knew she was hurt so I pulled out and this time I thrust slowly. we went on till we came, I came first but i kept on thrusting till she came too, then we laid on the bed holding each other and panting, we were both exhausted.

Thanks heaven her parents were out or they’d kill us if they knew what we were up to.

We spent quite a while together on the bed, kissing and touching then we showered before her parents came home. Then we went downstairs and turned the TV on, pretending we were watching it all day.

Though it was a great time, i still feel something was missing; i wanted her to fuck me from behind with her dildo. i felt my ass was on fire, shit, i hate this feeling, i don’t wanna act like gays.*

*. yes I know this post was all crap but I have noticed a few things:

1. I write a bit better now

2. I love my wife

3. I was a real fag who was afraid of his own homosexual feelings

4. I’m happy I’ve found my boy

5. just 9 days left and I haven’t done anything for our first anniversary, any one has any idea to help?