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  added by  Treeman for Jeddah escort 28.08.2019 on 10:46

I think you were hoping that after you thanked him he would text back and start a deeper convo but this was simply a happy bday text. Not a "let's talk and work things out kind of text.

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5. he completely lied to me one night and made up this big story about how he was just going to a bar with his buddies and he Always invites me out wherever he goes. so i thought it was a little weird that he told me it was guys night out, but i respected that. then the next day we were together i was just asking him how was his night and did he have fun..and he was acting all weird. later on, he confesses that he lied from the beginning because he went to a strip club for his friends brothers 18th birthday. again, i felt so betrayed bc he lied and had went through this whole mess to even come up with the name of the "bar" he went to and how it was half a lounge and half a club and the club required a certain dress code, etc.

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But no, if you had in fact been abused, I think you'd be able to acknowledge it. But just because you weren't abused doesn't mean he's not an abuser or not capable of being one.

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I think it's because of the times we live in. Most of the woman I've dated don't even know how to cook. I've also been on my own since I was 18.

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Why are you writing off online dating?

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You must also understand that 16 years old isn't that young--there was a point in time where that was the premium age for a child to get married and have children. We SOCIALLY moved on past that point, but BIOLOGICALLY, we have not.

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However, I just get a funny feeling from your post that you actually don't feel that compatible or comfortable around him. You said you just spent 30 minutes waiting for the movie, but I remeber when I first started dating a woman we could spend an hour waiting for the bus, but it seemed exciting as hell to just be with her

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Lefty is justifiably in awe

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He didn't intentionally break her toe nail.

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"Oh, Sharon, what are you wearing?" I asked, as soon as I entered the house. My wife stood in front of the door in a fancy cocktail dress. The black outfit clung tightly to her body, cutting off just above her knees. Black high-heeled shoes made her taller than she was, at five feet-four inches. She glittered like a jewel. My heart skipped a beat, just as it did that first night I met her at the stripper bar.

"I got a new dress, Phil," she said, fanned out her long arms and then rested her hands on her hips. "How do I look?" Like she wasn't working with fire.

She thrust her hip out, and hung her arm limp. She waited on my answer.

"Incredible, baby. Just incredible," I said, stuttering over my words. "I mean, like wow."

She beamed. That's just what she wanted to hear.

"Oh, honey," she said. "You don't think I'm getting to old or too fat?" she asked, playing a refrain from every woman's worst fears.

She had model-good looks, long curly red hair, and the perfect body and the kind of face that made men fall hard. Thousands had seen, many had pursued, some had even tasted of her sweet charms, but in the end, she was all mine.

"Do you like it, Phil?" she asked. "I was walking through the mall and caught sight of it. What do you think? Do you like how it makes me look?" She smoothed the side of her hips. She didn't like that she was filling out her thighs. But I loved it. I just had to keep the opinion to myself. She was getting better with age. She was thirty-two, about the time most women start losing their looks. But she was getting finer and finer.

I smiled. "Let me see. Turn around." I put my hand to my chin and considered how much I wanted to fuck her.

She put out her arms and shimmied her shoulders, moving seductively in slow rhythmic motions. She shifted on her feet, snaking her body and teasing me with her knockout curves. She made a full turn and then hoisted her porn-star tits. She gripped and squeezed the melons of soft flesh.

I clapped my hands a few times, letting her know that she was a real winner. I walked up to her and politely teased one of her nipples.

"Ooooooooh, Phil," she said and melted under my hand. I reached for the other and turned the soft mams. "Fuck. I love it when you do that." She encircled her arms around my neck and I tasted the honey-sweet taste of her lips. "Mmmm," she said and squeezed my ass.

"How long do you think you can keep on that dress?" I asked.

She closed her eyes. "Not very long, I hope."

She opened her mouth, and slid her tongue along her lips, then flashed it in quick darts.

When we first met, I was impressed by her power to make me cum just by her tongue in my mouth. Not many women can do that. I fell in love with a stripper that night and I told myself I'd make her my wife some day. The memories came rushing by as our mouths joined in heated passion. We played with each other. Our hungry tongues exploded in a frenzy of uncontrollable lust. I felt my wetness against my leg.

"You're beautiful." My hands traced the form of her supple, undulating body. "The dress is nice, but you know what?"

'What?" she said, licking my Adam's apple.

"I don't think you need a dress," I said, rubbing the soft flesh of her arms. "I don't think you can improve on perfection." I pulled down one strap and then the other.

"What are you doing?"

She stood motionless. With a tug, the dress fell away from her breasts, exposing the white tit flesh and the coral-pink of her swollen nipples. Her cheeks flushed red.

"That's more like it," I said.

I took each globe and sucked on their swollen buds. Her body convulsed.

She pulled me closer to her and clawed at my back with her sharp manicured nails.

"I need you, Phil. I've been waiting for you all day, thinking about you. Thinking about how I was going to give myself to you."

My hands moved up and down the fabric covering her excited ass. She swished her bottom from side to side in excitement. I clutched her still and lifted the hem of her dress, gliding my fingers up her thighs. I clapped her hard on her naked ass cheeks.

"Ouch, fuck yes. Spank me, daddy. Spank your bad girl. Spank her good."

I kneaded her ass cheeks and she pulled me in tighter, smashing our bodies closer together. I pinched her rump over and over again.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," she said, locking her hands behind my neck. "Fuck, that feels good." She flicked her tongue into my ear.

I fingered the top of her ass crack.

"Mmmmmm," she said. "Just like that."

She shivered, and collapsed her head onto my chest.

"My god," she said, as I probed her ass crack with my hand, tenderly sliding my fingers down the dark, moist crevice. She was a ball of raw nerves.

"Oh, god," she squealed. She fought the urge to turn her ass away and at the same time compelled herself to take the pleasurable abuse.

I stared at her face. Perspiration dripped from her red freckled face.

"Oh, hunny," she said. "You sure know what a girl needs."

"Yeah. Having her ass worked over." I gave her a quick kiss.

She passed a hand over her forehead. Wet copper curls clung to her. She shook her head.

"I want your fuck fingers inside of me." She licked her lips. "Please. I want to feel you fuck my asshole. Everything that I am, my heart and soul, this body, my tits, my ass, my cunt, everything. It belongs to you." Her eyes pleaded.

"Of course," I said.

We walked over to a wall, where she supported her back, while we kissed. She snapped her teeth teasingly but serious. She was an animal.

I thought back on some of the wonderful memories we'd had together. On our first night, she sucked my dick. and we fucked for hours all over her apartment from the carpeted living room floor to the cold vinyl of her bathroom. By the second night, she was licking my asshole and I was fucking hers and filling her with my seed, all without a condom. We were meant to be. Three months later, we were married.

I lifted her dress up above her ass and around her waist. I pressed my fingers into her yielding muscles, while she winced and begged me to go harder. I gave her a playful spank, and pinched her ass. I rolled her bottom between my hands. She urged me to work harder. Sweat ran down her crack. Her sweat and sex juices stung my nose.

"You're ready, aren't you? You're ready to be taken?" I asked.

I plowed through the moss hair of her cunt and found her honey dripping cunt.

"Ungh," she said. "Yes, my love. Oh, my god," she said, shutting her eyes. I fingered her wet pussy and rubbed her slick flow between my fingers. She was ready.

I curled two fingers into her and hooked her cunt, while I pressed into her clit with my palm. She panted and nodded in acceptance. She bit her lower lip and breathed on my face.

"Fuck me."

So I did. I finger fucked her and shoved my tongue deep into her mouth.

"I'm all yours," she said. "Fuck me. Take me. Do whatever you want with me."

"You don't mean that." I frigged her mercilessly.

"I do. Do it," she said, baring her white, small teeth. "Anything. Do it to me."

I popped my finger out and wiped my hands on her meaty thigh.

"You don't know what you're asking for."

I clutched her waist and sucked on her neck.

"Oh, yes, like that," she said. "Just like that. I want your tongue in me."

She undid my pants, and yanked them down, along with my underwear. I stepped out of them and took off my shirt.

"What a man I have."

"You deserve the best."

She licked her lips, and I lowered myself to my knees, all the while licking and sucking her body, leaving a trail of saliva down her soft skin. My hands caressed her pliant skin. Suddenly, there I was, face to face with her sex reeking cunt. The smell was sharp and intoxicating. My mouth watered and a line of spit dropped on the floor. I wiped my mouth and swallowed.

She stared down expectantly. I looked into her wide eyes and kissed the hairy mound of her cunt.

With my finger, I tickled her rump.

"You want to?" she asked nervously.

I smacked my lips. We both knew it wasn't her cunt I was savoring. She hummed a tune and swayed her hips from side to side, as she turned on her feet. No it wasn't her tasty, magnificent cunt I was after, it was her equally delectable asshole. I stared into her shapely behind and blew into it. Then I parted the globes of exquisite flesh and nudged my nose between her legs.

"Oh, my god," she said and reached back with her hands to my head. She pulled me tight into her. She shoved her ass hard against me and I had to pull away to take a breath. Immediately, I pulled her ass apart and licked furiously into her puckered sphincter.

"Aghhh," she screamed in pleasure. "Oh fuck, oh fuck."

She tasted of strawberry. The little fucker was expecting this, of course. It had all been planned to the smallest detail. Tonight was ass eating night.

Her nails dug into my scalp, but I didn't mind. I lapped and spat, drilled my tongue like a probe, and pushed, rapidly invading into her fruity forbidden tunnel.

She spat out sweet obscenities, and begged me for more.

I plastered my mouth on her gaping asshole. And I ate.

"Shit!" she yelled and worked her cunt frantically with her hand. "Ooh, ah, uhuh. Oh yeah," she said. "Eat my fucking ass, baby. Please my asshole. Oh shit. Oh. Shit." She rocked hard. "Oh you fucker, eat my fucking hole. Oh shit, oh shit. You're making me cum...You're making me come in my ass. Oh, shit, I'm fucking cummmmming...."

She bucked hard. Her fingers flew in a fury of erotic action against her clit, and with the other hand jerked on her nippls.

"Come, baby. Come in my mouth," I said between sticking my face in her wide, tongue ravaged asshole.

"Aghhhh," she said. "Deeper, just like that. I'm still coming. Unghh. Unghh."

I fucked with quick sharp jabs, but I started to feel the ache of opening my mouth so widely.

"Auahhhh," she howled. "You can stop."

She stamped her feet. "Ooh, shit," she said. "Unghh. I said, you could stop."

I got up on my feet and pulled her hair with one hand, with the other one I thrust three fingers and banged her cunt as she exploded in another round of ecstasy. My fingers slammed in and out of her swollen pussy. Suddenly, her waters sprayed out of her cunt, splattering in a torrent against the wooden floor.

"I love you, Phil."

"And I love you, Sharon."

She lost all her strength and could no longer stand up. As she lost her balance, I grabbed her under her tits, and gently took us down onto the floor.

"Baby," she muttered, her sweaty face plastered on the floor. "Come here." She was half way somewhere else, but she hadn't forgotten about me. "Fuck me with your cock."

Holding my stiff cock, I got up on my feet and walked behind her. Her gaping asshole started up at me. As much as I wanted to fuck her in her shitter, the poor girl had suffered enough.

I grabbed her thighs and lifted them up into the air. She tucked in her legs. Streams of her ejaculate clung to her wiry pubes. I kneeled between her legs and slowly lowered my self over her ass. I pushed into her moist cunt and with a quick plunge, my thick cock was into her. I fucked in and out in quick easy thrusts.

"Oh, mmmm, yesssss," she moaned in relief. "That's it. Nice and gentle."

Finally, with a few deep plunges, I reached my moment of release. The semen surged up from my balls and into her womb.

"Did you like it?" she asked, wearily, aware of the semen that filled her.

I held her waist in a gentle embrace. "Yes."

She lowered her hips to the ground. I stayed inside, until, gradually, my dick withered, and along with loads of my semen, slipped out of her delicious cunt.

Thoroughly spent, I wiped her bottom, and then my cock with the black dress that had gotten all of this started. For a few minutes, I admired her beautiful white behind, its perfect shape and size, and it's capacity to being joy.

She was asleep. I kissed her neck, and quickly joined her.

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Wife Makes a Friend at Theater

I know that my stories are pretty tame compared to most of the entries on this site, but I guarantee you they are the truth. The events you are about to read (as well as the events in my other post) really happened just as I have described them. If I ever write something that is fiction I will tell you at the top of the story. My wife is finally coming out of her sexually repressed state and I am enjoying every minute of it. I hope you enjoy reading this story, and I hope that knowing that it is the gospel truth helps you enjoy it all the more.

My wife Melody had always been somewhat of a prude. In spite of her absolutely gorgeous body, she has never considered herself attractive or desirable. Once she turned 40 things got a lot worse. That is until the day that I showed her video proof that other men find her desirable (see my first post, "She believes me now"). Since that day her whole outlook has changed. She dresses much more provocatively now. She always keeps her hair and makeup in perfect shape. She even flirts a little when we go out. The biggest change though is the way she dresses. Melody has some of the most incredible tits I have ever seen, but she always kept them covered. Men still looked at her, due to her general beauty, but they didn't get to see her best feature. Ever since she saw the video of a stranger jacking off behind her back, she has worn low-cut shirts, or shirts that button up. She is sure to leave the top 2 or 3 buttons undone. She leaves her shirt open enough so that anyone who might be interested could get a good view of her tits and this usually meant that her bra was visible as well. I love this change. She is so sexy.

The old Melody would never have gone out in public like this. She would have been too embarrassed and would have been constantly trying to cover herself. But the new and improved Melody, now that's a different story. The new Melody enjoys being looked at. It makes her feel good to know that men want her. She has even started exercising more and eating right. She has lost a little weight and toned her body to the point that it drives me crazy. I like for other men to look at her too. It gets me horny and makes me feel good to know that other guys want her.

We live in a fairly small town. There really isn't much to do around here except go to the movies. The theater in our town is small and uncomfortable. It still has the old hard plastic seats and half of them are broken. The rows of seats are so close together that even when you are sitting straight up your knees are touching the back of the seat in front of you. The place should have been renovated 20 years ago. That is why most people in our area choose to make the hour drive to go to a decent theater. Sometimes though, we just don't feel like making the trip, so we go to the home town theater. And that is what we did on the night that I am about to tell you about.

We were just going to the crappy old theater in town and then out for a hamburger so I just put on a comfortable pair of jeans and a nice shirt. Melody put on a pair of black pants and a white, button-up shirt that fit her well at the waist, but was way too small up top. She had the top buttons undone all the way down to just below her white lace bra. Her tits were bulging up through the top of the shirt and she made no attempt to keep them hidden. This is pretty much the way she has dressed everyday for the last few months. I am in heaven.

When we got to the theater Melody was about to wet her pants and went straight into the restroom. There was a young man in the lobby who looked to be in his mid twenties. He immediately noticed my wife and his eyes followed her all the way to the restroom door. As she entered he turned to me and nodded. I nodded back and watched him disappear into the theater. Once Melody returned to the lobby, we went in to find our seats. I noticed the young man was the only other person in the place and he was sitting about half way down in an aisle seat. Melody and I sat near the back in the middle of the row. Watching a crappy movie in a crappy theater, at least I was there with a beautiful woman. The poor guy in front of us was all alone.

After about 30 minutes of shifting around to try to get comfortable, I told Melody that I was going to get a drink and asked if she wanted anything. She said that she would just share some of mine. With that I made my way to the snack bar. The girl at the counter was a cute little teenager. She smiled and flirted and that made me feel good. I paid for my drink and as I turned to leave I almost tripped over the young man who was now standing right behind me. I apologized, he said that it was his fault. Then we made some lame comments about the movie. With the small talk used up he said "Your wife is a beautiful woman." I thanked him and told him that I was a lucky man because she was very beautiful and very sexy. "She has quite a figure", he said "She really looks great." I thanked him again and asked if he would like to join us since he was alone. He quickly accepted and we went back inside.

When we came to the row we were sitting on, the stranger went in first and squeezed past Melody. He sat in the seat to her immediate right. I returned to my seat which was to her immediate left. I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "One of your admirers." The movie droned on with bad acting and extremely bad dialog. Before long Melody bumped me with her elbow and signaled for me to look over at our new friend. As I looked across my wife I could see that he had his dick out and was unashamedly jacking off. He had his right hand on his cock and his left was on her leg, softly rubbing a few inches up and down. The sight of this guy jacking off and knowing that it was my beautiful wife that got him to this point was getting me very horny. I slowly reached over and started rubbing her tit. I was running my hand down her shirt and into her bra, playing with her nipples. I could feel her breathing get deeper and heavier.

This playing went on for several minutes when Melody grabbed my knee and gave it a hard squeeze. I looked over at the stranger with his dick in his hand and saw that his left hand was now on my wife's right hand which she had on the arm rest. As I watched he lifted her hand and pulled it over to his lap. He wrapped her fingers around his swollen dick and started to slowly stroke it up and down. Melody looked at me in disbelief. I leaned over and told her not to stop. I told her not to be a tease. She got the poor guy all worked up the least she could do is give him a hand job.

She turned her head straight forward again and focused her eyes on the movie screen. I watched as the young man kept a firm grip on her hand while jacking his dick. I could see him squeeze harder and start trusting his hips forward to match the stroke. He then removed his hand from over Melody's and tightly gripped the arm rests with both hands. He closed his eyes and arched his back as my wife continued to stroke his cock. He was grunting quite loudly and thrusting very hard against her hand. I knew it wouldn't be long before he couldn't hold it any longer. In just a few more seconds his dick erupted in a fountain of sperm. Melody kept slowly sliding her hand up and down his pulsing cock. Cum was dripping over her hand and between her fingers. The man began to regain his calm. He eased back into the seat and pulled her hand away from his dick.

The young man pulled several napkins from his pocket and began to clean himself off. He then wiped the cum from Melody's hand. He was very soft and gentle. When he had her hand totally clean he lifted it to his mouth and lovingly kissed the back of her hand. He quietly rose to his feet, squeezed passed us and left. We never saw him again.

Melody sat for several minutes unable to talk. She looked stunned. When the movie was over she grabbed my hand and quickly walked me to the car. As soon as we were in the car she reached over and started to unbuckle my belt. She unzipped my pants and pulled out my half erect dick. She gave me the best blow job I have ever had right there in the parking lot of the movie theater. Our sex life has continued to get better and better as time goes on. I am so glad that my wife has started coming out of her shell and is enjoying being a sexual human being.

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National Black HIV/AIDS Awareness DAY 2015

National Black HIV-AIDS Awareness Day (Feb 7, 2015)Today (February 7) is National Black HIV/AIDS Awareness Day.
Read more about National Black HIV/AIDS Awareness Day at the links below.

PLEASE NOTE: While HIV/AIDS information and prevention knowledge is important for everyone, regardless of ethnicity, statistics have always shown that Black people – and other people of color, tend to rate among the highest in world society who are infected with HIV, who don’t normally get tested and who go untreated.

This annual campaign is designed and promoted to encourage sexually active men and women of color to learn more – as in the FACTS about the virus, to get tested for HIV regularly, to learn and to know one’s personal health status where HIV – or any STD/STI virus for that matter, is concerned, to practice safe sex and to insist that one’s sexual partner do the same.

Here are the links to check out:
http://nationalblackaidsday.org/
http://gettested.cdc.gov/
http://www.advocate.com/commentary/2015/02/07/op-ed-how-do-we-stop-hiv-crisis-among-gay-black-men

Keepin’ It...REAL!

Don’t Fear the Sexual Hypothetical/What-If Scenario!

Sex QuestionsWhen it comes to discussions of sexuality, I continue to be amazed at people who often take deeply personal a hypothetical or what-if scenario/situation. To some degree, I can understand why this tends to happen. I can also appreciate people saying what they would or would not do in a given sexual situation – although in reality, no one can ever say with any degree of certainty what it is they would do/not do until they are presented with a particular circumstance.

It’s fine for people to give their first or initial thoughts on hypotheticals but while the first thought is usually the most honest, it has certain limitations for often it is based solely on the current experiences, knowledge/education, personal morals and beliefs of that person. I like to challenge people with the “two people – of the same gender – stranded on an island” hypothetical scenario. Under this scenario, where I purposefully choose people of the same gender (just to make it interesting), I explain [or rather prove] how new experiences often can cause a person to change or modify their previous thinking and beliefs and the probable actions one might take in a given situation, proving that rarely are there any absolutes about anything when it comes to certain things, especially with sexuality.

There are people who always apply certain hypotheticals/what-ifs to themselves and/or their lives in such a personal manner that they either ignore or forget that the hypothetical question or situation presented to them is only meant to challenge their imagination and broaden their thinking; it’s not meant to do anything more.  Sexual hypotheticals/what-if scenarios do not invade one’s personal life or privacy. Given responses or answers to questions asked are never meant to give anyone some firmWhat if-1 indication or implication that a person will necessarily perform, might perform or even want to perform some activity mentioned in the hypothetical/what-if scenario. In effect, such answers would be (or rather should be) considered conjecture; simply an opinion based on incomplete information, not facts or actuality, since the person is responding to a what-if situation. It could be a long-term hidden fantasy or desire of the respondent but answering the questions given does not necessarily prove anything. This is especially important to note when such questions and answers are presented/given in the company of people with whom everyone is – for the most part, a stranger, such as in a college classroom or public forum environment.  For obvious reasons, many people are comfortable in such settings; they feel they won’t be judged as harshly by strangers than they would by the people they know, which is why such environments are the best in which to exercise hypotheticals/what-if scenarios.

In discussions and debates regarding sexuality, I’ve been challenging people for years to open their minds and let their imagination run free regarding various things related to sex and sexuality. My intent is to get people to understand that human sexuality is fluid; The-Kinsey-Scale (illustrated-2)meaning, it is capable of flowing in any mental or emotional direction depending on the individual. I do not believe it has strict absolutes. I believe sexuality is subject only to the imagination, desires and limitations of the human mind and emotional attraction. Sexuality has far too many variables, inconsistencies, mediums and extremes to be assigned some number or range on the renowned Kinsey Scale or some absolute sexual assignment labels such as “heterosexual/straight” “homosexual/gay” or “50/50 or bisexual for it to be considered as a strict absolute or some kind of black and white, hot or cold or soft or hard entity of physically intimate pleasure.
NOTE: Contrary to the “equally heterosexual/equally homosexual” rating/level noted on the Kinsey Scale, factually, most (if not all) bisexual people do not base their sexual attractions and emotions on a level that clear and cut. Although there is SOME CLOSENESS to an even or equal attraction to both genders, most bisexual people lean more towards being straight than gay while others lean more towards being more gay than straight. (See my article Does Bisexuality Exist?)

Because I understand human imagination, particularly when it comes to human sexuality, I try to diminish the prejudices, stereotypes and myths which many heterosexual or straight people tend to have in thinking or believing that certain sexual interests or activities are “exclusively done” by homosexual people. I seek to erase the notion that no straight person would ever engage in – or think of engaging in any sexual activity consideredbisexual men & women to be – or believed to be homosexual or gay in nature. The belief of some straight people seems to be this: no bona fide straight person wants to admit or will ever admit to doing or having done any particular sex act which they personally – or perhaps someone else, might consider to be “gay” since it might be some indicator to friends/family that the straight person doing the sex act or expressing a desire to do the sex act, could himself be a homosexual.
Examples of the interests or activities which many straight people naïvely think of as being “gay” or “done by gays only” – but which in fact, many straight people have also been known to do would include:

  • complimenting or playful teasing another member of the same gender on the look/appearance of their nude body, breasts or genitals
  • engaging in sports or playful activities in the nude with members of the same gender
  • watching pornography with members of the same gender
  • mutual masturbation or having a “circle jerk” with members of the same gender
  • masturbating to the sound or visual images of a member of the same gender having homosexual or heterosexual sex
  • anilingus – the enjoyment of, or having a desire to perform the act
  • self-fellatio (sucking your own penis)
  • tasting or ingesting one’s own seminal or vaginal fluids
  • men who enjoy the stimulation of their anus during masturbation or when having sex with their female partner
  • men who own and use dildos for anal stimulation during masturbation
  • being a nudist/naturist or an exhibitionist (there is a difference between the two)
  • visiting nude beaches and colonies or participating in exhibitionist events
  • touching the nude body and/or genitals of someone of the same gender during a group sex activity (almost impossible NOT to do in that environment)
  • platonically kissing a member of the same gender out of respect, love and brotherly affection (occurs often in other countries)
  • sharing a random homosexual thought or fantasy but not acting on it
    (Many straight people have homosexual thoughts on occasion but are never driven to act on them!)
  • the heterosexual person engaging in a homosexual sexual activity:
    NOTE: Usually experimental but sometimes intentional: can occur under a variety of circumstances. While the sexual activity is homosexual, engagement does not make or imply that the heterosexual person is bisexual or homosexual.
  • the homosexual person engaging in a heterosexual sexual activity:
    NOTE: Usually experimental but sometimes intentional; can occur under a variety of circumstances. While the sexual activity is heterosexual, engagement does not make or imply that the homosexual person is bisexual or heterosexual.

I believe and have argued for decades that sexual orientation is a natural gene assignment with which people are born. It is not something people choose as their natural sexual drive and attraction. A person cannot “pray away” or be psychologically driven from his/her Black bearsnatural sexual orientation any more than one’s skin color can be “prayed away”. It simply does not work. A person can suppress feelings and attractions for someone of the same gender (which is the same as denying one’s true nature) but the feelings do not go away. It is a part of who that person is. People are born to be one of the following sexual orientations: heterosexual, homosexual, bisexual, pansexual or asexual while some are born feeling that they should be the opposite of their physical gender.
**Note about transgender people (of which one of my older brothers happens to be [male to female]: all transgender people are not gay.

Prudish heterosexual people, particularly many of those who happened to be narrow-minded or close-minded persons of color, need to accept the fact that as young boys and girls reach adolescence, they develop certain sexual curiosities. They do things like self-caressing, light touching and playing with their genitals as they explore sensuality and experiment with various forms of sexual self-stimulation, which often includes or supplements masturbation. Sometimes adolescents will do this with close and trusting friends who might have the same interests or who have had some sexual experience. I would find it almost laughable if it weren’t a damn shame that so many people to whom I’ve talked, acted as if they had never done anything of the sort when they were kids. Well, it is exactly because of the ignorance of people – feigned or otherwise, which prompted the writing of this article.

Heterosexual couple in bed-1I’ve had many discussions or debates related to sexuality with so-called “grown folk”, some who claimed themselves to be “sexual freaks”. A “sexual freak” – or simply “freak”, is supposed to be that male or female who is ready and willing to engage in some nasty, unorthodox things sexually. Let me inform readers not to be put off by the term “freak” in this sense since it really means and implies nothing except perhaps to the person with whom the so-called “freak” is having sex with. It’s nothing but hype and bravado to illustrate someone’s hugely exaggerated sexual prowess.

I have experienced situations where a discussion of certain sexual topics degraded from being that of fun and interesting to sheer rudeness, irritation and implied judgments. For example, I’d present certain hypotheticals or what-if scenarios to the discussion floor. Depending on who is participating in said discussion and/or what the question or hypothetical challenge happens to be, thereBisexual-2 usually would always be that one person, sometimes two or more, who would forget themselves and become highly defensive or offended – as though I had touched some nerve in their psyche, had tried to convince them to try some sexual activity or suggest that they do something against their will – when I give follow-up questions to their comments or responses. It wouldn’t be long before those particular people began introducing their personal or social mores and religious rhetoric into the hypothetical/what-if scenario itself, forgetting or ignoring the basic understanding of what a hypothetical situation or what-if scenario is developed to be! When hypothetical/what-if scenarios are presented, they cannot be changed or modified (except by the originator) otherwise, the entire hypothetical/what-if scenario is pointless.

When presenting a hypothetical situation or what-if scenario, I listen carefully to what people say in response and how they say it. I’m listening for unsure hesitations, exaggerations, contradictions and certain other signs that might make the person look or appear vulnerable which might serve as an opening for me to ask certain follow-up questions.  In my experience, I have met people of various sexual orientations who are very black-couple-bedcomfortable with their sexuality and with sharing sexual experiences. Some are flexible in their thinking and have little to no problem with follow-up questions or participating in hypothetical/what-if scenarios, while others tend to be more adamant or stubborn. In my view, many people who are open-minded and have several years of sexual experience seem far less judgmental of those who admit to having experimented with certain things sexual or expressing a desire to do things related to sexuality. Many open-minded people tend to be more educated (although degree levels are not necessarily proof of one’s education about certain things), have traveled to various parts of the country and the world, have more experience by a measure of years in life and tend to have a “to each his own”, non-judgmental mentality. I tend to favor and give serious validation to such people for I am one of them.

Certain hypotheticals or what-if scenarios can often mirror a person’s own experiences or sometimes, a person can relate to the hypothetical, being that they too, have had a similar real-life exposure or experience or perhapsSilhoette-people a fantasy of the details of that particular hypothetical situation/what if scenario. Some people have admitted that drugs or alcohol played a vital role in lowering or helping to lower their sexual and/or moral inhibitions. For some, those influences never caused one to get to the point of making that user completely unaware of what was actually happening to or around them. I’ve spoken with people who have enjoyed sharing stories of their sexual experience. Some of those people are or were either married, single, in long-term relationships, swingers, polyamorous, a fuck buddy, a “friend with benefits” (FWB), straight, gay, bisexual or pan sexual; they were either White, Black, Hispanic, Latino or of Asian decent and had come from a variety of professions and occupations. Some have educational levels ranging from high school to doctorates, while others were members of either the high, middle and low economic class. I mention this only to show that when it comes to sexuality, the diversity pool of open-minded people is real and it is awesome!

As we develop and participate in hypothetical situations and what-if scenarios, let’s remember that ideally people in society should not – or rather are not supposed to judge others for their sexual ideas, thoughts, desires and fantasies. Although we make tolerances to the closed-mindedness of certain religions and their rhetoric on sex-related “sinful thinking”, we do not [as of yet] live in an Orwellian society – nor should such an environment ever be created or implied where one cannot feel free to express or share his or her thoughts and fantasies in a respectful manner in the company of peers and like-minded individuals.

Check it: An awesome phrase I often live by (as it reflects my line of thinking) was written and spoken by the awesome funk recording artist Prince – some twenty-four years ago, in his song Electric Chair featured on the 1989 Batman original motion picture soundtrack (OMPS). Prince writes:

Prince  (1989)If a man is considered guilty
4 what goes on in his mind
Then give me the electric chair
4 all my future crimes

Prince’s idea is that people have thoughts and fantasies of all kinds of things! They should not be judged for thinking or mentally creating them! In my interpretation of the song, Prince implies that he cannot be the only one with the things he’s been thinking about. Even if he were, he ought not to be judged for having his thoughts, for he will continue to have them… and many more! Prince implies that his thoughts may be of things with which other people might not necessarily agree or even enjoy. In effect, he is saying: “You might as well kill me now, for as I continue to live, so shall I continue to think; to use my imagination, no matter where it will take me.”
In the song Electric Chair, Prince never once implied that he would actually make his thoughts a reality – although any thought can become a reality! Prince demonstrates his free-thinker attitude when he goes on to say:

U whispered something
It took my mind out like a
G flat major with an E in the bass
Your face looked so good
I wanted to touch your mouth
My brain is jackin’ all over the place

Again, Prince sees an object of sexual desire but – rather than take any physical action, or acting on the desire, he explains what he wants to do and how his mind is affected and is going crazy over the idea or the fantasy of actually performing the desires of his heart and mind!
As the song nears the end, Prince repeats a few lines from the first stanza of the song:

I saw your friend 1st
That’s who I danced with
All the time I was watchin’ u (I was watchin’ u)
The music rocked us
Our lives shocked us
Makin’ us see a trippy picture shoo

Here again, (in my interpretation) Prince is expressing his fantasy – brought on by what he sees. In this stanza – which is a repeat of the first in the song Electric Chair, Prince implies that his fantasy is apparently in sync with that of the person to whom he is looking; Prince assumes that the person looking back at him has the same fantasy! This is an example of mental FANTASY at work! This is an example of a simple hypothetical situation or a what-if scenario at play in the human mind! It MEANS NOTHING and IMPLIES NOTHING in terms of any actual physical action/interaction…that is until such time – if ever, the fantasy becomes a REALITY.

Now, I’ve used one song to explain what people ought to be doing in terms of using their imagination in sharing a sexual fantasy and in understanding a sexual hypothetical/what-if scenario. When presented with a sexual hypothetical  or what-if scenario which you feel is offensive, or when asked if you’ve ever had a fantasy about “X”, or in doing “X”, stop to think before getting defensive and reacting Ask the Hypothetical Questionnegatively with your mouth. If you have never fantasized about doing “X” then simply say nothing… or respond with, “No, it never crossed my mind…” and LEAVE IT THERE! To say anything else or to give some reason(s) for why someone else would or should not ever do “X”, or to raise some personal and/or religious reasons for why someone else should not think about doing “X”, is to place yourself above others as being a self-righteous, self-appointed judge or critic of the persons who have chosen to participate in the hypothetical/what-if scenario and who simply wish to share their personal and/or known experiences or desires. As far as I’m concerned, judging people for wanting to express themselves in this manner is WRONG! When it comes to a sexual hypothetical situation/what-if scenario, that’s about as real as it gets!

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Question of the Week (series) / K-QOW No. 2

QUESTION: Why do people, in a moment of desperation, offer to whore themselves if it means keeping you in their lives?

MY COMMENT: As a man of high standards, I could never offer – or ever accept – consistent sexual favors for any reason (no matter how good the sex may have been with that person). When people do that, I tend to think far less of them than when I first developed the opinion!

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Self-love (and Viewing Pornography) Is NOT Cheating

May is National Masturbation Month. With that in mind, I thought I’d share part of a response I made on another forum, with some added thoughts regarding the controversial and often debated question of whether or not self-love (aka masturbation) and viewing pornography is considered cheating on your partner.

I’m a highly sexual creature, with a strong but CONTROLLABLE, sexual appetite. That’s pretty damn good for someone my age! While I enjoy partner sex, sometimes I simply WANT to be with or often feel the need to please…myself. Therefore, if I feel the need to “rub one out”, and pornography helps me to achieve that “nut” (because by nature, many MEN rely on VISUAL STIMULATION for sexual gratification), then I’m going to want my hassle-free sexual right and freedom from my lover or sexual partner to do just that… and to do so without my partner tripping! In most cases and with many men, self-love, self-pleasuring or masturbation (let’s call it what it is!) has no adverse reflection on the other person in the relationship. If one was masturbating often and enjoyed doing that activity before finding a regular sex partner AND establishing a regular and long-term sexual and emotional relationship with that person, what indication is there and what law is there, to declare that masturbation should just stop being a personal solo, sexual activity?

Many women (and oddly, some men too) seem to think that once a relationship is in effect, especially MARRIAGE, all self-pleasuring should just stop cold turkey. Wrong! But still such people seem to feel that this is the way things are “meant to be”. Many ministers condemn the act of self-pleasure after marriage. They either preach to their congregations or state in personal counseling that masturbation is a “cheating against the spouse” and “is a sin against God”. I have actually heard people say (or rather, have lied) about how they “no longer have a need or desire to ever masturbate again” or to view porn because “their partner takes care of all their [sexual] needs”. REALLY??  If such people have it like that, then God bless ’em!  However, the REALITY is, even though many couples may indeed have “all their [sexual] needs taken care of” by their spouse or partner, it remains highly likely that one, if not both partners will eventually masturbate at some point in the relationship, and that he or she may come to do so often, and perhaps even using some sort of pornographic tool or sexual aid or sex toy to help stimulate or enhance their self pleasuring sexual goals.

It bears repeating: regardless of your gender or sexual orientation, that if you were regularly masturbating before you started having frequent partner sex, it is very likely you will continue to masturbate – either alone or with your partner (or with some other person) while in a relationship. Of course, it is also very possible that the more frequent partner sex you have, the less often you’ll need or want to masturbate; however, studies have shown that masturbation occurs frequently in partnered relationships, too.

Let’s get one thing clear: Masturbation allows a person and teaches a person to be more in-tuned and comfortable with and appreciative of his or her own body and sexuality, and the pleasures body can give, on the PHYSICAL, EMOTIONAL, PSYCHOLOGICAL, AND SPIRITUAL levels!  The POSITIVE result of such being (if masturbation is done within reason), is the development of a better, sexual person.  One negative, yet RARE result of masturbation is when a person loses all proper perspective on life and reality as a result of having or developing an OBSESSION with doing such an activity, and when that obsession with self-pleasuring/sexual gratification is allowed to control and dictate that person’s life over all else, and begins affecting certain livelihood responsibilities and needs. In this case, such an obsession would be considered an addiction and that person would need and should seek professional help.

And now a word about…PORNOGRAPHY.

Pornography has its bad points; that’s true. But much of pornography can also be quite…good… so, let’s talk about the good, since what can be considered “bad” about pornography is debatable.  First, no one should be judgmental on the TYPE of pornographic material another person has or chooses to use or view (except of course, that involving minor children or animals!) which a person has determined to be “helpful” towards achieving certain levels of personal pleasure and comfort. Second, I think it would be enhancing, if not necessarily helpful to any relationship, (not to mention, very hot, sexually speaking), if both people in a healthy relationship, who are enjoying healthy, pleasurable intercourse sex, also masturbated TOGETHER from time to time and, on occasion, also watched and enjoyed pornography together! Now, we all know that there are many couples who have partners who are “so not into porn”. That’s kool. But what is the OTHER partner who has always enjoyed porn to do? Just stop watching it? That’s not fair. And what if that one partner, who DEMANDS that there be no porn, goes a step further to demand that there be no masturbation “in the course of the relationship” either? It seems obvious to me that if the “need” for self pleasuring is strong enough, that porn-loving, sexually self-pleasing partner will sneak off to do what he or she desires to do anyway. If he/she is “caught”, a whole different set of issues (like “trust and honesty”) will come into play! I suggest that people, early on in their relationship, tell their partners what they like to do sexually.  A partner may not like or approve what the other partner enjoys sexually but they should respect that part of the person.  I also think a person should consider inviting their partner to join in on a few of  masturbatory sessions and not be afraid to tell his/her partner that, when the mood arises, he/she will probably be  “checking out some skin”, and yes, may even jack (or jill) off to it, too. (“jill off” is one of many references to female masturbation.)

At this point, few of you might want to know whether or not I masturbate. You might also want to know if I like or love pornography, and you want to know if I love sex. The answer to all three of your questions is YES, OF COURSE; and I say that without hesitation, shame or embarrassment. And, I don’t mean to brag but in my entire sexually active life, I’ve never had any complaints regarding MY sexual performances from any of my sexual partners. I’d like to think that I owe a great deal of credit to the things I learned about my body and sexuality, particularly MALE sexuality (since I happened to be male) through years of masturbation, coupled with self and formal education, and  from sexual relationships with others. Of course, some credit goes to my reading and using pornography! Lots of great ideas were – and are found within that media!

Finally, the main and perhaps single purpose of pornography is to inspire sexual interest in people. This is a no-brainer!  Pornography can be fun and can only enhance, heighten and stimulate sexual desire and awareness and a sensuous atmosphere. Now, if the other partner doesn’t like porn, or doesn’t like it when you masturbate, then you and partner need to talk about it!  At some point, somebody is going to have to deal with the other partner’s sexual likes, quirks and even fetishes. Somebody in the relationship will have to respect that part about their partner as they take into careful consideration ALL the other, more important things that IS liked and loved in the relationship. (Or, they can simply end the relationship, pack their bags and move on).

Everyone has SOMETHING that is NOT liked or not easily accepted or tolerated by other people, especially a loving partner. It’s simply human nature. The fact is, we CAN choose to accept, tolerate, or reject things those things. I believe that if you TRULY LOVE your partner, then it should be easy to respect that partner as having been a single sexual person long before they met you. Therefore, within reason (and so long as it is not addictive to the degree mentioned earlier), anyone giving him or herself some “personal time” on the self-love/solo sex level is NOT cheating on their partner. Such very natural a sexual activity as masturbation will hardly ever negatively impact a relationship UNLESS of course, an objecting partner is so insecure in that relationship that he/she decides to make it (and/or pornography) an issue.
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Sissy Hubby Ch. 03

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As the sleepy fog cleared my mind, I felt warm sunshine on my face. Remembering the night before, I couldn’t help but smile as I pictured my wife Stacy fucking my ass with my pink dildo. Running my hands down my slim body I felt the baby doll nightie still spread across my chest. Finding the strength to sit up and greet the day, I found I was unable to open my eyes. Raising my hands I felt a crusty layer of something around my eyes, wiping it away until my eyes could open at least part way, as usual Stacy had already left for work.
I got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom, gazing at myself in the mirror, I felt that familiar tingling sensation between my legs as I realized the crusty layer on my face was cum from the facial I received last night. Sensuously swaying my hips and pouting my crusty cum covered lips, I did a little strip tease for myself as I pulled the nightie off. Completely naked, I watched my body gently sway and grind to the imaginary music in my mind.
I felt so sexy, but not a manly sexy, more of a pretty sexy and for some reason, it didn’t bother me in the least. Turning my back to the mirror and grinding my butt in the same way I had last night as Stacy drove that hot pink dildo inside me. Having never really looked at my own butt before, I was shocked and grossed out at the amount of hair covering my cheeks, that wasn’t very sexy I thought to myself. Spreading my cheeks apart, I found the hair between them was even thicker, yucky! Maybe I’ll ask my wife what she thinks about it when she gets home tonight.
Adjusting the water temperature and hopping into the shower, I couldn’t keep my mind off the amount of hair covering myself. The hair on my face has always been sparse and thin, and I shaved regularly. My arms were also sparsely covered with light hair, that didn’t bother me either. My armpits and pubic hair were covered by long dark hair. Tugging on some of my pubic hair, I was amazed to realize the hair might be as long as my cock when it was hard! My legs and chest may also need some attention, the hair wasn’t long but it was a darker color that stood out boldly against my lightly tanned skin.
Pushing the concerns from my mind, I took my time in the shower, washing every square inch of my body, baffling myself once again with my sudden concern for personal cleanliness. When satisfied, I dried myself with a soft fluffy towel, brushed my teeth, shaved my face and applied deodorant. I then found myself with my face up close to the mirror, scrutinizing my face. What was I doing? I had never done this before?
Before pulling my face away, I noticed a few hairs between my eyebrows and a couple of stray hairs popping out of my nose. Digging through Stacy’s cabinet, I located a tweezer. Without hesitation, I plucked the beginnings of a mono-brow and yanked out the nose hair that was visible, that made my nose run like a faucet and nearly brought me to tears.
Pleased with my appearance, I sort of skipped to the bedroom to discover what Stacy had selected for me to wear today. There was no note today, but on top of the stack was a light blue, lacey thong. Eagerly sliding it up my legs and positioning my hard cock to the side, allowing the top edge of the thong to lay flat on my tummy. The thong again dipped low in the front leaving quite a bit of my kinky pubic hair sticking out. Picking up the shirt and holding it up, I had never seen this shirt before. She must have bought more yesterday than she showed me last night. The shirt was similar to a muscle shirt, only the shoulder straps were lacey and there were wires sewn into the shirt to support boobs.
I wasn’t so sure about this, it was obviously a shirt for a girl. After rolling the idea over in my mind, I decided I didn’t want this change in lifestyle with my wife to end. Pulling on the shirt and tugging it down snugly, I found the shirt was again short, ending several inches above my belly button. It was also very tight and very thin. Looking into the mirror, I saw there were ‘pockets’ in the shirt above the wires where the boobs would be held. I stuck my hands in the pockets and pushed them out, hey I don’t look to bad with tits, I thought to myself.
Back to the dresser, I picked up the shorts, they were a stretchy, pocket-less denim material, very short maybe a two inch inseam. Around the cuffs of each leg opening were embroidered white flowers, the chain of flowers rose up on the butt and formed the shape of a large heart spanning over both cheeks. I caught myself thinking, how cute! Quickly catching the thought and wondering where it came from.
Pulling the shorts up my legs was no easy task, they were VERY tight. I laid on the bed as I had seen my wife do before and worked them into place. Exhaling deeply, I zipped them up and buttoned them. Struggling into a standing position, I modeled for myself in front of the mirror. They were definitely tight, hugging every little curve of my body and squashing my cock into myself. The curves of my butt almost made the heart Ümraniye Yabancı Escort emblem look three dimensional.
The last item on the dresser was a pair of socks. They were white and short, barely covering my ankles, around the top was a fancy lacy frill that hung down toward my feet. They reminded me of what a schoolgirl would wear with a uniform. Quickly pulling them on, they looked sexy I said out loud, except for my leg hair.
I scanned the room for my tennis shoes, where did I leave them? Right beside the dresser were a pair of white ‘flats’, as Stacy called them. They looked brand new, just as I was about to pass them on my search for my own shoes, I saw a note inside one of them. Picking up the note, it read, “Dear Dottie, (that’s Todd spelled backwards… kind of)” there was a smiley face drawn in there. It continued, “Pretty shoes for my pretty slut. Kisses, Stacy” At the bottom of the paper it read, “P.S.- it’s a belly chain.”
My mind was completely blank as I picked up the shoes and sat on the bed, I was about to try one of them on when I heard a metal sound. Raising the toe of the shoe, a gold chain slid into the heel. Ah, belly chain, that’s what that meant! Grabbing an end and pulling it out of the shoe, I saw a little golden tag hanging from it. Examining the tag, it was inscribed with the words “My Little Slut”. I felt proud and happy and had no idea why? Wrapping the chain around my waist, clasping it in the back with the tag hanging down on my bare tummy, I felt sexier than ever before. Slipping into the “flats”, they felt very comfortable and… normal.
Standing up to leave the room and get to work, I turned just as I was passing through the door. Oh my God! The drapes have been open all along! Quickly remembering the feeling of sunshine on the face as I woke up, panicking almost dashing from the room in shame, but I remained there without moving. Bringing my eyes to focus beyond the window, I saw Kim sitting on her deck, waving me over with one hand and holding up a glass of orange liquid in a ‘cheers’ manner.
I waved back at her and considered hiding inside all day long, she continued waving me over, inviting me to join her. I nodded my head in her direction and moved toward the sliding glass doors which separated us. Stepping out onto my own deck, Kim said loud enough for me to hear “Come on over Dottie, we’ll have some orange juice!”
Crap! Stacy must have met with her after I fell asleep last night, how else would she know to call me Dottie? God only knows what else she told Kim about me. Crap! Feeling sort of faint, knowing all of the blood in my body had rushed to my face. I pulled myself together and started walking in her direction. I wondered to myself, what could possibly happen?
Kicking off my flats and tossing them over the chain-link fence, I hooked my toes in the fence and pulled myself up and over landing on my feet in Kim’s yard. Slipping my shoes back on and bending over to pull the lacey frill of the socks free from the shoes, I stood and took the last few steps toward her deck and sat in the only other chair right beside her. Today she was wearing a light purple summer dress with buttons all the way down the front. The dress barely contained her big boobs, and showed off her thighs nicely.
Kim smiled brightly at me while saying “You look prettier every day I see you Dottie!” The name Dottie rung in my ears, it didn’t bother me at all, I actually thought it sounded pretty and fit me. Reaching to my stomach, fingering the golden tag hanging from my belly chain, a soft moan escaped her lips as she read the inscription. Dropping the tag, she offered her hand to me inviting me inside for a glass of juice.
Stepping into her house I found our homes were mirror images of each other. The most apparent difference was the furnishings. Where our house is a miss match of different styles, mostly particle board and all low cost, Kim’s home was elegantly furnished with fine leather and oak furniture. The walls were tastefully decorated with painting and photographs. Flowers and candles gently scented the room.
After pouring me a glass of juice, she led the way to the living room where we sat on the couch and she continued to compliment my appearance. Feeling more and more confident and comfortable with each word she spoke.
“May I ask you a question Kim?” spoken timidly.
“Sure Dottie, anything.” She replied cheerfully.
“How long were you sitting outside this morning? Did you see me getting dressed?” feeling my face flush with embarrassment, but needing to know.
Placing her hand on my upper thigh, “Yes I did Dottie. It’s nothing to be ashamed of though, I had a nice chat with Stacy last night and she explained what was happening to you.”
“May I ask what she said was happening to me?”
“That’s nothing to worry your pretty little head about.” Her hand sliding farther up my thigh, a wide grin spread across her face.
“I guess not… um, did you happen to… I mean you didn’t happen Ümraniye Yeni Escort to glance at our house last night? Did you?” Fumbling with my words, feeling exposed and vulnerable.
She didn’t say a word as she picked up the remote control and pushed play. The large screen T.V. came alive and was filled with the image of our bedroom, me on my hands and knees, sucking passionately on the pink dildo while Stacy knelt behind me, fucking my ass with the other.
Kim stood up and walked beside the T.V. looking right at me, “You looked so sexy in your little nightie. I couldn’t help but record it so I could watch this again and again.”
Feeling like I was sinking into the leather of the couch, even my arms and legs had turned a deep shade of red with embarrassment. I wanted to get up and run away! But I didn’t, I sat there looking at the floor.
“Dottie, you don’t need to feel embarrassed with me, I think what you are going through is so special. Actually, I would like to help you through this change if you will let me.” Kim said these words in a soft, comforting voice.
I looked up, her grin had been replaced with a caring smile. My embarrassment quickly faded, “Help me through the change? What change and how can you help me?” I asked, feeling confused but anxious for any help I could get.
“Dottie, don’t be silly, the change into the little sissy slut that you are becoming. Stacy explained everything to me, she asked if I would help you out during the days while she’s at work.” Kim’s voice had a soft tone, I believed she truly wanted to help in any way she could.
My mind spinning, sissy slut, it is what I have dreamed of for such a long time. Yet hearing the words leave Kim’s mouth startled me, looking down at my clothes, I was changing. A week ago, I wouldn’t have been caught dead in this outfit, but now it felt natural, very normal.
Tears formed in my eyes as I whimpered “What can you do to help? I’m so confused and need help. Please help me Kim.” Bursting into tears as the words were spoken.
Kim sat down beside and let me cry it all out, holding my head between her massive boobs. She cradled me, rubbing my back until I calmed down. Then she said that while watching me last night she noticed some things I might want to change.
“Like what?” I asked eagerly, now finding myself not only wanting to please my wife, but Kim also!
Picking up the remote and rewinding to a segment that zoomed in on my naked butt, the pink dildo sliding in and out at a quick, steady pace. “Oh yuck!” I said while making a funny face. When the dildo was pulled out, there was poop on it!
“That, we can fix Dottie. I need to teach you to douche your little “pussy”!” Her hand once again on my upper thigh.
“Do you mean an enema Kim?” looking to her, confused with her choice in terms.
She replied firmly, “No Dottie, asses get enemas, “pussy’s” get douched. You do know that between your cute little cheeks there is a “pussy”, not an asshole.” Her hand sliding up my thigh until her pinky laid across my cock.
The idea of my “hole” being referred to as a “pussy” sent a chill of excitement up my spine. Her little finger laying across my cock sent a different kind a chill throughout the rest of my body. “I have never douched my “pussy” before, but I want to be clean for Stacy.” Thinking out loud, pausing to sort out my thoughts.
Kim took advantage of the pause to grab my hand, stand up and lead me down the hall. She stopped by the closet, opened the door and pulled out a brand name douche. “I hope springtime scent is alright with you, it’s all I have.”
Lost in my thoughts, feeling like a young girl, “Springtime scent is just fine!”
Kim took my hand once again and led me to the bathroom. Once in the room, she took a step back from me and asked, “Can you get those cute shorts off, or are they painted on?”
Without hesitation, I unbuttoned and unzipped the shorts, I pushed them down about an inch and then had to suck in my tummy and wiggle the rest of the way out. My rock hard cock had leaked onto my light blue thong. I pulled the sides up which pulled the fabric in tight against my cock.
Kim had a lusty look in her eyes as she whispered, “Very nice, that is a lovely “clitty” you have there Dottie. But you need to take your panties off too.”
Looking down at my thong, my cock, she called my cock my “clitty”. Feeling like Kim truly understood me, even more so than possibly my wife. Hooking my thumbs in the sides of my panties, I quickly slid them down my legs. Standing up straight to face her, dressed in only a white muscle shirt, frilly socks and flats. Surprisingly I wasn’t the slight bit embarrassed at being nearly naked in front of my neighbor who I had never spoken to until yesterday.
Kim looked me up and down, then said critically, “We will have to do something about all that hair, but we’ll save that for another day.”
After a short giggle, I replied “I was thinking about my body’s hair this morning in the shower! Isn’t that Ümraniye Masaj Salonu funny?”
“Yes it is Dottie, we’re thinking along the same lines.” She placed her hand on my upper back, “Bend over, lean on the counter and we’ll get you all cleaned out!”
Getting excited about what was to happen, I enthusiastically bent at my waist, resting my head on the counter near the sink between my hands, taking the initiative and spreading my legs. Kim reached in the cupboard and withdrew a tube of lubricant. Dripping a glob of it between my cheeks, then rubbing it in with two fingers. Her free hand had cupped my little balls and was sensuously massaging them.
Pulling both hands from me, Kim opened the box and assembled the bottle, showing me each step and explaining the assembly. When ready, she placed her hand on the small of my back, positioned the tip of the douche on my “pussy”, and gently pushed. The tip easily slipped inside.
“Are you ready sweetie? This may feel a little strange, but you will feel so clean afterwards.”
I nodded my head, and she gently squeezed the bottle. I felt warm liquid shoot inside me, it burned for only a second then I felt it filling me up. I moaned, “How much more is there? I already feel so full.”
Kim replied softly while shifting her free hand to continue massaging my balls, “Almost done, when I say to, pinch yourself closed as tight as you can. I would be upset if you made a mess in my bathroom.”
My stomach started to cramp, it felt so heavy and my legs got weak. I thought I was going to burst when the liquid flow stopped.
Kim uttered a single word, “Pinch.”
I squeezed my “pussy” closed as tight as I could, the cramping inside me was getting to the unbearable point.
“Mmmmmm” was all I heard as she slipped the tip of the douche out. “Okay, now keep pinching closed and stand up straight.” She commanded.
I clenched my teeth to help deal with the cramping, and stood up as straight as I could, slowly turning to face her. A look of pure lust covered her face, she reached down and wrapped her hand around my “clitty”, slowly jacking me off, slipping her other hand inside my shirt and pinching my nipples. She leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “We are going to have such fun together Dottie.”
The cramping was so painful, I didn’t know how much longer I could last. Kim must have seen it in my face and pointed to the toilet. I threw up the lid, as soon as my cheeks made contact with the seat, I heard the fluid shooting out from in me. I squeezed hard to expel the liquid from my body. As the last few drips fell, my whole body relaxed.
Kim leaned over and pushed the lever flushing the water away. Still bent over, she whispered in my ear, “Now don’t you feel clean and fresh Dottie?”
“Yes, actually I don’t remember ever feeling this clean before!” Rising up off of the toilet, my erection pointing straight out, her hand once again wrapped around it and slowly slid up and down its modest length.
“I think tomorrow we should take care of your hair, but don’t tell Stacy. I think it would be a nice surprise for her.” She said with her hand still on my “clitty”.
“Alright.” I answered dumbly, so turned on I thought I might cum in her palm. I moaned out loud when she pulled her hand away.
“Grab your things and we’ll go chat some more in the living room.” She said as she turned and walked out.
Picking up my panties, almost putting them on, but then remembering she said to “Grab your things”, not get dressed. So I picked up my thong and shorts and carried them into the living room.
“Very good Dottie! You follow directions very well.” The grin had returned to her face. “Why don’t you sit on the table here in front of me.” It was more of a statement than a request.
I took a seat on the coffee table directly in front of her. Casually tucked my erection between my thighs and squeezing them close together, laying my things down beside me. “So what would you like to talk about?”
She leaned forward, placed her hands on my knees and spread them apart, my erect “clitty” jumping up “What I would really like to do is to watch you stroke your “clitty”. I would love to see you squirt your girly juice.”
Now I smiled a wicked little smile as I wrapped my index finger and thumb around my “clitty” and slid up and down its length. In no time my hips were writhing. She called my attention back to her face each time I closed my eyes or looked away from her.
It was so embarrassing to be nearly naked and stroking my “clitty” only a foot or two from a completely clothed woman. The shame, fear and deprived feelings were soon replaced with a slutty desire to give Kim a little show of her own.
Kim concentrated on my movements and facial expressions, I think I shocked her when I stood up and turned my back to her, spread my legs and bent over, stroking myself the whole time. I slipped a hand behind me and watched her face as my index finger disappeared inside my “pussy”.
After fucking myself for only a few minutes, my cock throbbed suddenly and I squirted my juice all over her coffee table. The orgasm was powerful, I felt my pussy clamp down on my finger as four large squirts of juice shot out, splattering on the table. Shivering from the intensity, I managed to stand up and squeeze out the last few drops.

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