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The pool at the Country Club was like a big bathtub back then. Every week, on Monday, it would get emptied and a crew would scrub it down and refill it. I doubt if it's like that now anywhere, there would be a filtration system and all that. But this was a while ago. Anyway, I was one of the crew that cleaned it. None of us belonged to the club, we didn't socialize with the members (even though I had gone to school with some of them for years). We came in and put in our few hours and left. I think I was paid something like five dollars, which was a lot more then than it would be today. I also had a second, part time, hourly job with a man that had a dinky little business distributing various janitorial supplies.

So, one sunny Monday around midday, I was in my bathing suit standing next to the pool. We had just finished scrubbing it down and it was starting to be filled again. In a few minutes, I would leave and head home. This really good looking girl came up to me. "George," she says, "I didn't realize I'd see you here. You're looking very sexy."

I had to take a half second to think before I realized who it was. Her name was Sara, she lived about a block from where my family lived. She was two or maybe three years older than me, had been in the same classes in school as one of my sisters. She's a real fox. A little tall, maybe 5'8" or so, slim and lithe like an athlete but with a definite female body. An ideal female body. Really nice breasts, not huge but definitely there, small waist flaring out to lovely hips and a solid butt and long, long, shapely legs. Red hair. Not flaming red, a little darker but definitely red, very pale skin and a terrific face. Not movie start beautiful face, more like the cute girl next door, but lovely, smiling a lot. I had been aware of her from way back and thought she was close to an ideal girl.

I had very little experience with girls but I always had a smart mouth. "Sara," I replied, "I thought you were away at college. And you're the sexy one. You look terrific." And she did, standing there in a minimal bikini that showed off that lovely body.

She smiled and reached out with one hand to touch my chest, sort of slide her hand on it a little. "I had forgotten that the pool was closed Mondays. It's a disappointment but made nicer by seeing you here. It's been years and you've grown up." Her hand rubs me some more as if she's evaluating a good cut of meat. "You may even be the solution to a problem I'm having. Can you come up to the clubhouse so we can talk?"

"No, I'd love to talk with you but I'm one of the hired hands here to clean the pool. I'm not a member of the club. I was about ready to go home." A few years ago, I'm sure she would have had nothing to do with one of her classmates little brother and while she sure was sexy looking and might fuel my masturbating later, I figured this was just a momentary meeting that would end in a second.

"How do you plan to go home?"

"I'll walk, it's only a mile or so. I walked here."

"Let me give you a ride, I have the family car."

"You sure don't have to do that."

"I know, I want to. O.k?"

"Sure, that's fine, Thanks."

"Do you have something to do at home?" she asks as we start walking towards the parking lot.

This is weird, why is Sara talking to me anyway? "Uh, no, I'll just kill time, read something, listen to some music until Mom and Dad come home and we have supper."

"Maybe I have something else you can do," she answers. This is even more weird, Why would she want to do anything with me? So I don't say anything and we're at her car and we both get in and she starts it and backs out of the parking space and heads out of the lot. "Do you have a girl friend, George?"

"Uh, no, not really."

"Gee, you're a very good looking guy, I would think you'd be having sex with half the girls in your class."

I almost laugh, actually snort a little. "No, not me."

"So you're a virgin?"

Wow, weird as anything. How do I answer that? Well, might as well face up to it. "Yeah."

"Do you like girls? I mean, would you prefer to not be a virgin?"

Even weirder. "Well, yeah, of course."

"Do you really think I'm sexy?"

"Well, yeah, you're really gorgeous."

"How'd you like to lose your virginity to me?"

"Sara, this is weird. You're a beautiful girl with a perfect body and you're a couple years older than me. Yes, I'd love to have sex with you, to be honest. But also, to be honest, this doesn't make much sense, There are lots of guys that would love to have sex with you and most of them would be experienced and know what to do. The truth is, I don't know what to do, I'm not a likely choice for you."

"George, I'm used to having sex, fucking, getting eaten, sucking cock, every day. Now I'm back here, stuck for the next two and a half months and I need to find a way to continue to have sex regularly. When I saw you, you seemed perfect. You're built well, you live close by, you have the time just like I have the time. You aren't friends with my friends so you'll never blab to them about anything. In fact, I don't want you to blab to anybody. Your not knowing is actually great because it will let me teach you how to make me happy, how to give me orgasms. I need a boy toy, a fuck buddy and you're it."

I definitely had one of my better hard ons. Inside I was grinning. But also I was scared. What was I getting into? But the truth is this is like a dream come true, better than any dream I would invent on my own. "Okay," I say to her, "What, starting now?"

She looks at me with a big dirty grin. "Well, in a couple minutes when we get to my house. My parents are both at work and we'll have a few hours to get started."

She drives into the garage and we're both out of the car quickly. She heads into the house and I follow. She heads up the stairs and I follow. I'm watching that lovely, full, round, firm ass move side to side as she steps up ahead of me. If I didn't already have a hard on this would certainly give me one. Then we're in her bedroom. A girl's room definitely, all pink and light purple. She reaches behind her back to unfasten her bra and as she starts to pull it loose she says, "Get out of your bathing suit."

I bend over slightly as I slide it down my legs and step out of it. She has her bra off and her tits are facing me, her nipples sort of staring at me. She bends like I had, to step out of her bottoms, and we're both naked, facing one another. She's looking at my cock, smiling. She steps to me some and reaches for my cock. "I think I've chosen a good one," she says, the smile becoming a big grin as she wraps her one hand around my cock and moves it back and forth slightly.

We might as well take care of this first," she says, "You probably won't last long and besides I really, really am horny for a good cock right now." With that she kneels down, still holding me, and gets her lips to the head and licks around on it. "Ahhh," she lets out just before she starts gulping me further into her mouth.

This is my first blow job, the first time a girl has my cock in her mouth and it's an experience I'll never forget. Fantastic. I didn't realize it at the time but she'd done this often and was very, very good at it, plus, she was hungry for a cock and really relished the whole experience. It remains the best blow job of my life, probably because none later can ever hit my mind like that first one but also because it was truly a world class cock suck. And she was sure right, I didn't last long at all and started shooting out a load that had built up for the last eighteen years. She swallowed it all and sat back on her heels and looked up at e grinning and licking her lips. "Wow, George, you really had a load there, it was terrific. Now it's your turn to do me."

She got on the bed and laid on her back and beckoned me to join her. I don't have the vocabulary to describe in detail everything that happened. She had me fondle and kiss her breasts, suck on her nipples, kiss down over her stomach and onto her legs and then center on her pussy. With her giving out instructions, I used my fingers to spread her open, licked up and down and around inside her, pushed a finger into her vagina and finger fucked her as I licked and sucked on her clit until she had her orgasm. I had no idea what I was doing but I loved every second of it and she told me later that I was a natural and was terrific at it.

I loved her breasts. She told me they were overgrown B cups or slightly light C cups. The bottom of each breast was a half sphere. The tops were sort of like a ski jump that came down off her chest and moved out to her nipples The nipples were much larger but became smaller and harder as she became aroused. Her pussy was all pink and red with a fairly small amount of dark red pubic hair, coarser than on her head, pretty much above the slit where I was licking with a little hair running down on each side. The outer lips were sort of brownish and wrinkly but it opened up to lots of bright pink and red. Her clit was just a bump that grew into a worm as I worked on it with my tongue and lips. Her body is gorgeous but, truthfully, her pussy is not artistically beautiful. It's sexy as any thing in the world but not all that attractive at first glance.

By the time she came, I was hard again and she had me up over her and used her hand to help guide me to her pussy. Even with her help, I missed it the first couple times I tried to push into her. But I finally succeeded. She had a drawer full of condoms and put one on me before I shoved my way into her. Again, I don't have the vocabulary to describe how great the feeling is to have your cock inside a tight, warm, wet pussy that grasps it so well. Moving my cock inside her is almost like a religious revelation, it's so outstanding. It's actually even better than having it in her mouth, which I wouldn't have thought possible.

Somewhere in the course of things she told me, "My name is Sara, as you know. But at school I've started spelling it with a Z and call myself Zara." She made it sound like car-uh. Well, it's all goofy but if that's what I need to call her in order to keep having sex with her, I will.

I guess I managed to last a while because afterward she told me that the reason I lasted was because she had blown me earlier. She said it always led to a better fuck if she blew the guy first. She told me that as I lay on my back next to her, partly elated by the experience and partly emptied completely by the experience. It didn't empty her. She rolled over and got on top of me and was kissing my body and running her hands around, working to get me ready for some more. And she succeeded. A few minutes later I was in her again but this time she was sitting on me, my cock up inside her as she bounced and gyrated atop me. Laying there with a beautiful, sexy female body riding me and I could watch it move and her tits bounce was like another almost religious epiphany. I was never going to be exactly the same again.

By the time we finished twice, it was about four and her parents might come home soon so I went home after agreeing to come back the next morning. We repeated things over and over for five or six days, often in the morning and again in the afternoon. I was getting better at eating her, or at least she claimed I was. I discovered that I actually liked it. Not as much as her sucking me or getting my cock in her vagina but there's something very sexy about eating her.

One morning, after her sucking me and me eating her and fucking, we're laying there building up energy for another go. "I had a strange experience earlier," she says to me. "I woke up early for some reason, in time to actually have breakfast with my parents. I sleep naked, so I put a robe on to go down and be with them. It's not a long robe but it covers me some. I'm sitting at the table, sort of sideways to the table, and I realize my Dad is looking at me. Looking at my pussy. I look down and discover that my robe had slid up and my bare pussy was showing. I looked back at him and he was still staring at my pussy. I spread my legs a little, opening it up more and causing my robe to slide off even a little more."

"He never asks me to cover myself and from his look I think he liked what he was seeing, maybe wanted it. Then my Mom, who had been over by the sink, headed back to us and I pulled my robe into place, covering up. My Dad reached down and adjusted his cock, which I could see was definitely hard. My pussy turned him on. I think he'd like to fuck me."

"Your Dad?" I asked.

"Yeah. And as I thought about it, I think I'd like to fuck him."

The only thing I could think to say was repeat, "Your Dad?"

"Yeah, sounds sick doesn't it. And I can't, even though I want to. I like my Mom way to much to do something that would probably screw up their relationship."

"But your Dad?" I say, repeating myself again.

"You know, all my life my Dad was the male. I think I've always considered him the ideal male. And if I think about it, each guy I've been with has some resemblance to my Dad. Even you, George. Maybe I've been subconsciously fucking my Dad each time I've fucked anyone. And it's not like he's ugly or anything. He's still young, mid-forties, good looking for his age, in good physical shape. I bet he and Mom are still getting at each other sexually. I mean, she's still good looking, too."

Actually, her Mom is a real fox. Her hair is darker than Sara's but has some red in it. She's still slim. Probably larger breasts than Sara. A very good looking woman. I'd fuck her in a minute. So I say, "Yeah, she is."

Sara looks at me quickly. "You're hot for my Mom?"

"No, I'm hot for you. But, sure, your Mom is really good looking. I mean, I don't go around looking at people's Moms and thinking about fucking them but every time I see a good female body I have to admit that I recognize that it's good, whether they're young or old. Like Jimmy Carter said once, I lust in my heart but don't do anything about it. I mean, I can hardly go around trying to fuck half the females in town."

She gives me a big grin, "So If I came up with a way that I could fuck my Dad and you could fuck my Mom, you'd be interested."

"Zara, it's never going to happen. I'm sorry I ever mentioned it. It's all sort of sick, really. If I have any perversions, it's for your pussy, not for your Mom." And I lean over her and start kissing her thigh, working towards her pussy. She spreads her legs and I crawl into position and start really giving her a good pussy licking and finger fucking.

We keep meeting, always in her bedroom, always in the day time when her parents are off at work. So are mine. And for a few hours on some days I have to work, too. But Zara and I have lots and lots of sex.

Then another morning, again when we're recuperating from one session and getting ready for another, she tells me, "I've purposely been flashing my pussy at my Dad. I've been going down for breakfast, naked in my robe and he never tells me to cover up or dress different and he really looks when I show myself. In the evenings, I wear a short skirt and no panties and if we're in the den and he's watching TV, I sit where he can see me and read a book and get my feet up on the chair so my bare butt and pussy are showing and I can tell he's watching me and not the TV and he always gets an erection. A good looking, big erection. But I have to be careful and cover up when my Mom is there. I think she maybe has actually seen my bare pussy at times, too, but hasn't said or done anything about it."

The next morning, she sucks me off like always and I eat her, sticking with it long enough to give her a second orgasm, and then we fuck. Standard missionary position, me on top, and when she came before me we switch to doggie, me in her from behind, until we both cum. Then she drops a bomb on me while we're laying there getting some strength back for another good fuck. "My Mom came to see me last night and asked me why I was showing my bare pussy to Dad all the time. She actually asked me, 'Do you want to fuck him?' I had to think a second, wondering where this was going, but decided to be honest and tell her that yes, I do want to. She surprised me, seemed not to be bothered much but told me that she thought it was a little kinky but Bob would certainly love it (Bob is her Dad) so if that's what I wanted, why not? But she added something. She told me to ask you to come back here about seven tonight, after dinner, and you can fuck her while my Dad fucks me. What she actually said was, 'I need to get something out of this so make sure that young guy you've been fucking here every day comes over to service me while you and Bob are at each other. Is he any good at oral?' I told her you were great. So, how about it? You have to come because if you don't then I doubt if I'm going to be able to get with my Dad and I really, really want to."

I didn't have to think very long. Her Mom is a real fox, probably sexier than Zara with a fantastic body that she must tone regularly in a gym. "O.k". I tell her," I'll be here." She's so happy that she starts sucking on my cock to get me up again so she can climb on and get another orgasm.

I tell my Mom and Dad that I was going out and would be back a little late maybe but not real late and maybe not late at all, I wasn't sure. I've never given them much trouble so they accept that without a ton of questions and after supper I walk the block to Zara's house. I don't know what else to do so I ring the bell. I have to wait a minute or so and the door is opened by Zara's Mom. "Come in," she says and I do. Zara is standing there, too. "Sara, why don't you go to your Dad in our bedroom, I'll take George to your room." About two minutes later, without further talk, we're both in Zara's room and Mrs. Abrams starts removing her blouse. "George, get undressed," she says to me.

She's actually got an even better body than Zara. Similar but with perhaps fifteen more pounds distributed over it, at least a third of that in her breasts. She isn't heavy in any way. In fact, I learn later that she's very solid and firm, in great shape. She's just a little curvier all over. Truly great breasts, a fine, round, firm ass sitting up high without the saddlebags a lot of females have, perfect legs with lots of shape. Her hair is darker than Zara's but still has plenty of red in it. She has a very small patch of even darker hair above her pussy, she obviously trims and shaves it some. "Why don't we start with you doing me, giving me all the attention that you can," she says to me as I stare at her great body.

She's climbing on the bed as I move to her. "You have a gorgeous body Missus Abrams," I say to her.

"We can't have that missus while we do what we're going to be doing. I'm Nancy. At least this evening in this room."

"O.k, Nancy, you have a gorgeous body, the best tits I've ever seen even in magazines."

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Saturday, 24 May 2014

Problems/hinderences for people who really want to get into a real life BDSM

as many of you people wanted, I am finally upto this post...

well I do know many bullies, who just call themselves a Dominant or a Master will try to objectify this... still let them try...

First is Caste and / or religion....
Well being in a secular (oops, may God save me for using this word) country, even if a person find a deserving partner, its just the caste/religion that comes in the way...

Second is Horoscope
Well what can u do... if just my date and time of birth decides everything, then y should i study for my so called career? so no point in talking this thing too

Third is status
well this differs... for a female its just some pic; for a guy its just liking/loving/commenting on pics... especially in an indian world that lives in internet....

Problems/hinderences for people who really think they want to get into a real life BDSM

well these are uncles and aunties... who had got divorced and looking for some guy who can claim to be a master yet have so much money, coz after their dad's money and the so called "boy friend's" money and their ex husband's money and all of the males' food, gifts, dates etc, they do need to find a replacement for their loose p*ssy after inserting the many fingers.

We all know this is not such a blog... so let me stop here...

Saturday, 22 March 2014

Some problems / hinderence and possible sollutions to the (people who wannabe part of real life) BDSM in India

[Disclaimer: I am not going to discuss here about the problems / hindrances faced by couple already into BDSM which are discussed in detail by very many bloggers who are much more experienced in the challenges they had in their relationship. I am here to discuss the problems faced by people who really want to find a suitable partner for a real life long term relationship with BDSM being the major part of it. ]

In a country like India, where even open talk on sex is assumed to be very rare, people who have desires to become a real life kinkster or those who aspire to find a partner with complementing desires do face a lot of problems or road-blocks. I try to list here some of them and give what I feel may solve such problems.

First of all, we do have too many fakes around. Being in a so proclaimed conservative society, we dont even talk about porn, (so forget about sexual desires) beyond close college friends. But internet came to the rescue where we can share anything post pics etc and that lead the rascals to take advantage. There are so many fakes who give false info on sex, age, desires etc even in online world. I can understand giving out phone number or address as there may be safety issues involved, and that to by your own misjudgement on how good / bad the other person is.... but u can always decline to give... y give false information? how coward are they to even give false age or sex? These are people who are not confident of who they are so they certainly cant be honest which is the most fundamental in a D/s lifestyle as mentioned in the previous posts.... so the first problem is fakes... and the solution is simple: right away block them and report fake profile to fb. But wait how will u identify who is fake...? after adding friends and while chatting u will identify... ask for asl once in a while... fakes wont remember what they said in the first place and more importantly they wont even remember chatting to you a week ago. And those info they provide will be different from what they have provided in their profile... Its not worth to waste our time with fakes... if u r looking for a real life friendship or any sort of relationship you should not even hesitate to even throw them out of your friend list... But dont just stop there... block them and report the fake account... this way we help other fellow kinksters from wasting their time...

After fakes then comes the time-passers / time wasters. I always considered them as equivalent to fakes. But recently in a discussion it has been pointed out to me that its not that worse as having fakes. These are people who wont want to get to know u... after asl? they will want u to ask "stats  or figure" or share pics or lead to sex chat... This type is ok for kids who are not yet in a stage to start a real life relationship or teens or unsatisfied married people who dont have the guts to break up and begin a new life that satisfy them (in the name of so called culture etc). But if you are looking to network with like minded people to share thoughts and ideas and probably discuss issues you faced or issues they had faced and probably try to get solutions to these... then these people are useless... I still follow the same principle to these ppl too as I follow with fakes - i.e. reporting and/or blocking... but some feel one or two of these in ur friend-list can help when u r bored, say on a sleepless night or a boring day at work. and considerable ppl in the discussion agreed to it so i am putting these as another category... so second problem in finding relationships thru online is "useless and jobless looser who are here just for time-pass and incompetent/impotents who are capable of doing sex in only in chats with strangers" and my solution is make sure such ppl dont cross over 2% of ur total friends then only it means u have the ability to make some friends.

So now coming to people who really want a BDSM partner... or fellow BDSMers as friends... We understand that any BDSM either friends or partners or chat mates or munch notifications, workshops or play party invitations have maximum reach and possibility through internet only. In India we dont have dedicated BDSM bars or open ads for events... Hell even my closest friends from any of the educational institutes (as in 3 schools, 2 colleges for UG and PG and 2 more where I worked) or colleagues dont know I m into BDSM and so are the most, even those are leading a happy BDSM with their life partners for even decades now; we dont know whether our our friends or philosophers are into BDSM or not...

Due to the so called conservative society that we claim and of course prevailing in India for so long, we get our first friends in this lifestyle through internet. Almost all of us realize our desire for BDSM only when we accidentally get into BDSM porn or websites... coz this thing is not openly discussed in real life. So my consideration here is to make friends and possibly a partner through internet. Also due to time constraints, I am posting in those sense only.

THE solution is to try to find a real life partner may be thru internet, but without bullying others...

Saturday, 1 March 2014

My theory on evolution (of BDSM of course)

Well its like different ppl have different level of passion for various things.
For example: one of my neighbors hates cricket; for a friend - its ok to watch while others in her home watch, I try to watch most India matches and i hv some friends who r so mad of cricket that they will watch all matches involving any country.
Similarly people with most passion in their love life... start with passionate - deep kissing which turn into love bites which move to little spanking and so on...
so its the mutual passion that drives the thought of kink and BDSM...  and its the mutual trust that makes it happen for the couple...
Mere passion wont make it happen in a relationship... its the trust that adds value to the relationship... So any couple with mutual trust and passion for their love life will move to BDSM slowly and its the mutual sharing and proper communication that keeps them exploring their fantasies and the so called dark side...

So, this I think is the evolution of BDSM - passion - kiss --> deep kiss --> love bites and depending on their fantasies it goes on; Add mutual trust that the dominant partner will not do any harm takes it to spank, pinch etc - and with mutual communication of what they like(d) lead them to understand and strengthen the bond and the spice of their love life... coz BDSM is not a harassment after all, its a consensual relationship between passionate, trustworthy and truly communicating partners!!!

Sunday, 21 April 2013

BDSM and the internet - not just an Indian perspective

SO here we go....

Its time to discuss about what is not BDSM....

First of all... BDSM is not just a fantasy that you do in internet....

Its a real lifestyle that people practice... I have met many real life couples in our own India who practice this lifestyle. But the truth we need to accept is that its not about the dress you wear... not about the phone u use... its not about the car or bike u drive... Its about the personal private affairs of that concerned couple...

So u dont get to know it... who is in this lifestyle... they can be ur neighbours, ur close relatives who enjoy this lifestyle when they get the enough privacy... But its like their bedroom affair so they wont come and tell you or they wont post pics in fb or g+ engaging in bondage etc...

But the key is to find a perfect partner... ?

May be or may be not... The question is how will you find one?

As I just mentioned, you dont know who practice it, then how will we know who wants to practice?...

The simple choice is of course create a fb or orkut profile just for your personal life style....

there are 100s of communities and 1000s of members who are part of it... so u can easily find fellow members who are interested in this life style...

But the major problem here is people suddenly jump in to what they call as roleplay.... U dumb asses roleplays are not something u do online.... Its something a couple do it in real life with their partner(s) or at least with some escort...

I would say people who do only online roleplays are the major shame that hinders the growth of the people in this lifestyle.... people who are interested in this having lifestyle (or so they think themselves) only in the internet are just cowards and mostly impotents that can do sex only in chats...

I just simply dont understand, are they aroused by seeing the words being typed than some hot pics or porn?.

Simply put, u can make them masturbate type these words in right order....

"asl dress? bdsm? sub/slave? stupid, slave, randi, sali, dumb, idiot, useless, worthless, bitch, Slap, spank, pinch, hair pull, bite,  s*ck, f*ck"  if ur a dom

" **<age>, <location>; some dress, sub/slave, thank you sir, hmmm, uhhhh (the number of m and h and a may varry depending on the so called story or plot considered... ") lol

And this is all they need to masturbate and they call themselves as kinksters or into BDSM...
But actually these are impotents who cant satisfy a partner in real life hence they masturbate by seeing words....

Instead I choose internet to know fellow kinksters, share thoughts and opinions on this lifestyle... chat to REAL LIFE couples about how they met, how they broke the ice and started the conversation and currently how they manage the family, relatives and the society and what problems they have or thought they might encounter and how they countered or planning to counter them...

At least I made good friends and I am not impotent to do sex in chat nor i masturbate by seeing words... <I do hv over 2 TB porn :p)

Friday, 11 January 2013

This may be not just in India.

Many people have so many misconceptions about the lifestyle...

This blog post has two parts:
1. Misconceptions of others
2. Misconceptions of those who involve or want to involve in this lifestyle

This is a work that will be in progress for ever as I learn more and more misconceptions of people, I will keep on updating.

P.S. Kindly choose whether you belong to the first or the second category and skip to that section. I think people will not accept or believe that these misconceptions exist if they dont belong to that group.

1. Misconceptions of others

Isn't domination of another human being illegal?

I think no. While harassing another person or even any other living or even public property is an offence, dominating a sub is not at all a harassment. U think I am wrong? let me break it down...

Harassment has many forms - sexual harassment, street harassment, financial / caste / religious etc... But in all the cases it is an unwilling behavior against the other person. If the person accepts it willingly nothing is illegal. For ex. I can be prosecuted if I buy a naughty lingerie and ask a random girl to wear it tonight in bed with me only if the girl objects. The same girl will love it if she is my girl friend or my wife. So all I am trying to say is, some thing which is considered offensive by someone will be a willing thing for some others.

Similar is the willingness to be submissive or being dominated. So unless your sub / slave feels offended and she complains to logal bodies, you cant be prosecuted.

Simply put if the girl is not offended by your behaviour, it is not harassment at all http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harassment

BDSM encourages slavery which is illegal.

Again slavery has two parts. Treating one as an object but more importantly forcing them to do things against will. Where there is the will there is a way. If the person willingly accepts the things done by their master, who is there to object. Once no one is offended, no one else can objected.

BDSM lifestyle is against Indian culture. In India we respect women.

This is the best myth of all. India is the only country where the wife of a dead man is fired to death with the dead body of her husband http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sati_(practice). It was British who prohibited sati among other such cultures in the great Indian tradition.

Even Lord Ram is a hero for his monogamy (having only one spouse) only because his father had thousands. Multiple marriages was the actual Indian tradition. Monogamy was a changeover.

As like many other countries, women were not educated until a few decades before. They were only treated as sexual and cooking machines.

Yet we named most rivers in female names just as a mask.

Can someone tell me what is Indian culture? India is a country of diverse cultures and so there is no single thing called "INDIAN".

More importantly BDSM is a personal life of that concerned couple and no one can define how they can life.

2. Misconceptions of those who involve or want to involve in this lifestyle

Slave vs slut vs  sub

In fact I had only this topic in mind when I decided to write about the misconceptions. But I extended it to the misconceptions by others even before writing this.

Many wannabe BDSM'ers wrongly use these words interchangeably. This is totally wrong. All these are totally different.

A slave is someone treated as an object.

A slut is someone who sleeps with multiple partners when ever she wants.

A submissive is a committed person to her dom.

One can clearly single out slut / whore / bitch / randi etc is totally different than a slave or a sub. More importantly even if your master / dom allows, you are not a slut. As in this case you certainly need your master's or dom's permission but a slut do it in her own interest for her urge or money or other favors.

Now understanding the difference between a slave and sub is little tricky, it seems.... most ppl that I discussed with seems not to understand even after I explain it... So I thought deeply and now trying different words and few example situations... Hope it makes them understand :p

As I said a slave is meant to be treated as an object that is owned by her master. If I buy a pen, it is expected that I use it to write. But no one can tell me I should not do anything other than writing. And if i do other things the pen cant complain. I can bite it, chew it, break it etc....

Again I can do whatever I want to my sub too.... Slap, spank, gag, bite, tie-up, use chains, whip, clips, wax, etc on her... But the difference is that I cant do all I want on her on day 1. As a dom, i need to understand her limits and push them little by little....

Again based on the above point.... many people define a slave has no limits but a sub had certain limits of pain. This is true... but thats not the collective and inclusive definition or difference...

In my view... slave does whatever her master orders... so is a sub. But a slave can only be commanded but a sub does things of her own too... Again here this does not mean that a sub can disrespect her dom. But it is that she is not at all an object she is a cherished human. She also understands what and how her master likes and serves that. For ex. slave makes me chicken for lunch but only on order... but if its known that it is my favourite, a sub keeps chicken stocked and waits to surprise me when there was a day I forgot to mention what to cook.

So Slave does whatever her master orders... but wait... so is the sub... but a sub also tries to satisfy her master if there was an opportunity where she dont hv any order. Like if there is nothing is ordered and the master is at work, a slave may just sit and do what she feels doing, while a sub will do things which she things will be a surprise for her dom...

But wait thats not all...

Like the pen example I can do whatever I want to a slave and as well to my sub... but I dont even have to care for my slave but I SHOULD care for my sub.

A dom sub relationship is built on mutual trust and care... in fact so is any relationship. I should give my sub the confidence that I wont do anything drastic to gain her submission... for a dom a sub is not an object... but is a gift that have to be cherished... Thus a don takes care of the sub not just uses them for their will.

So a dom sub relationship comes with more responsibilities from both sides.... So its not easy to get a true sub... it has feelings, understandings and emotions... So if you cant deliver these and just want a physical relationship, just call it master - slave relationship....

In other words, people who are into BDSM and are meeting for a one night session, then dont call it a BDSM session... Coz in BDSM (for those who dont even know the full form, its not an abbreviation - its a compound initialism... (Dont know the difference between an abbreviation and a compound initialism... dont worry u will figure it out in a moment) is  bondage and discipline (B&D or B/D), dominance and submission (D&S or D/s), and sadomasochism or sadism and masochism (S&M or S/M).) there is no "session" in BDSM. BDSM is a lifestyle and whether u r into B/d or d/s or s/m or the combination of these... its all relationships not one night sessions. So just call it master-slave session.

More imp. if u hv limits, u r not slave... Any limits... like an uneducated person may not be able to earn a lot of money... some may not like name callings of their parents... some may not like scat, pee... if so u r not slave...

The weird part is, truly speaking most Indians in BDSM life style are neither of these... They hv limits... so not a slave.... dont sleep with others... so not a slut... and unfortunately they r not givers... So they are not a sub.... this is true with most indian women (even vanilla women) ... they will let their men do what they want... but they just remain there enjoying the pleasure... they caress the bed in pleasure than their partner... they bite their own lips in ecstasy than they bite their partners... They close their eyes a lot lot more than they ever had the eye to eye conversation... I feel these r selfish... they wont even do anything (except may be kissing and blowjob)... They wont even know what their husbands / partners like... if u ask they will say my lips / eyes / boobs / pussy... For god sake every men like woman's lips, boobs and pussy... then y u r there... as a wife or partner... If u ask men... "what u wud like ur wife to do more for better sex life" they will tell they would love at least some caressing while they r fondling or doing stuff... and ya most may may say bigger boobs too... but ask women... for them caressing is nothing they will want only longer penis and prolonged erection... men too want... in fact as its a man's erection, he cant control it beyond a limit... but as a partner, the woman can prolong the erection... but even after the ejaculation men can finger to make them reach orgasm but these women they dont even caress y should they do? ya she cant do anything on the size of the penis and so are men on the size of the boobs...

Yet again these are just definitions... But one can use these words interchangeably to call their partner. Once in a farewell to my colleague, at the end I gave her a kiss while send-off... now recently she got married and during her visit back to mumbai we had dinner with her new hubby... her hubby calls her sweety pie.... as i had kissed her b4 i surely know she neither smells or looks or tastes like any pie at all... So by definition she is not a pie but her hubby can call her...  So name calling ur partner is ok.... but dont call ur relationship wrongly in public or in communities or blogs... as ir gives a false impression.

Monday, 24 December 2012

To the newbies in BDSM in India

In my opinion there has been always a sense of domination and submission in the Indian society. But only now, many people are coming out and expressing it in online communities. Sure with more people coming out and discussing, munches are also increasing.

But the wired part is with more BDSM content in the internet and many indians accepting themselves, more people are also getting desperate to get a partner of their liking. All I wana say them is patience is more valuable than frustration.

I feel there are at least  two kinds of people who get frustrated and depressed in search of BDSM:

A) I have come across many people who just get fond of tying up a partner or slapping them etc and assume it to be the BDSM relationship. It is much more than that. Thats y i made the "What is BDSM" post prior to this. Its not just hurting. The word domination is meant so cheap in the outer world. But in the BDSM world its more responsibility than just taking your frustration on your partner.

So if you just want to shell out your anger on someone, first try a mirror or run to a lonely place and scream.

Still if you think only beating up a person is what you want (Agsin that is not BDSM relationship), then just do it online... there r so many ppl in orkut and fb to do / take only this. Dont look for a real life partner just for this.

B) This is the kind who had learnt about what a real BDSM relationship is. But they waited waited and waited in BDSM communities, orkut, fb etc to find a real life partner. But couldnt succeed. If you belong to this class you would have known that BDSM is not just beating up or being dominated by. It takes two souls to unite and share the thoughts.

Here, let me ask you - "how many of your real world friends know that you are in this lifestyle?"
So its certainly less discussed front. So it takes time. This is to even discuss it to a best friend in your life. Imagine discussing it to a new one in your life. May be I cant convince you... the wait is necessary.  But dont just get hung up in internet profiles and chats....

Try communities... learn...

At last you will realize that if you gain the confidence of a person with your care and love... they will become what you want; either your sub or dom. So just go out.... find a person u like... spend time... see whether you can be that much caring and loving to them to take them to the next level.

Once you make someone share just one of their sexual fantasy, then the other things pour out... and you will try them and continue pushing the limits...

The truth is as accepted by many, people dont know their submissive side till its exposed. Once exposed by a deserving partner, it never goes away if you could maintain the heat and passion in your relationship.

Master Raj.


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Suzanne and the Church Janitor

Suzanne had always tried to be very active and helpful with many of the church activities. Tonight she was there getting the fellowship hall decorated for a charity auction for Saturday night. Her little group was made up of a few other women that she knew well and also the church maintenance man, Chester. He had always been very helpful to all the various groups and tonight he did a lot of the heavy set up work while the women did the signage, decorating and seating arrangements.

Gradually the group thinned out and Suzanne was surprised to discover that she and Chester were the only two people left in the hall at 10 PM at night. All the other women had left one by one over the last several hours. Looking over at the 50 year old black man, she caught him looking at her in a way that was not his usual indifferent manner. Chester was always considered by the women as just a nice, helpful janitor who was both respectful and cooperative. Suzanne had on a tight pair of jeans and a fitted scoop neck top that was showed off her nice figure. She noticed that she had been leaning over a table to place the center piece on it and her open neckline showed off her modest but evident cleavage. When he realized that she knew he was appraising her body, he just smiled at her and kept looking. Suzanne was embarrassed by the leering gaze of the older black janitor with a pot belly and wrinkled work clothes.

"I think I need to go now and maybe finish this up in the morning," she said from her bent over position. Then she rose up while still looking at Chester.

"No need to go, Miss Suzanne," he said as a big smile crossed his face.

It dawned on Suzanne that there wasn't a soul in the church complex and they were totally alone in the building.

"No, Chester, I think it's best that I go home now." she said in a slightly trembling voice. She hoped he didn't detect her shakiness or fear.

"No, Miss Suzanne, you need to stay. I like looking at you and don't want you to go yet," he told her as he closed the gap between them and was suddenly standing about two feet in front of her.

"Please, Chester, I need to leave," she said in a whining voice. His eyes were all over her body and then he reached out to softly stroke her hair.

"Of all the women in the church, I've always noticed you. You seem to need something. Is there something you aren't getting? Under your mask of being a proper church woman, I can tell that you need something," he told her as his hands dropped to her shoulders immobilizing her.

"Oh, no, please don't," she said trying to twist away from him.

"You're so wrong, Chester, I certainly do not need anything," she continued in a weak and subdued voice. Chester's assertive manner and demands were having a noticeable effect on her. She wanted to sound strong and confident but it came out all wrong.

"Look into my eyes and tell me you're not a slut," he demanded.

The big, black pot bellied older man repulsed Suzanne but she just could not look up into his hard eyes.

"Look in my eyes and tell me," he said.

"Please, Chester, please don't," she pleaded as she continued to look down at his broad chest. His rough calloused hand remained on her shoulder. He laughed at her inability to tell him she wasn't a slut or look into his eyes.

"Please don't do what? Don't shove my hard black cock into your slutty white cunt," he snapped back to her.

"Oh," she gasped. Her body trembled at his words. Her heart began to pound in her chest.

Suzanne was stunned and humiliated by what he was saying but she was frozen in place. When he used the word 'cunt' it sent a visible tremor through her body. She always said she hated the word but now it was igniting something within her. His big rough hands pulled her snug top over her bra and then took hold of both her full breasts.

"Stop, please don't touch me. Don't force me to do this," she breathed in a weak voice. Her body refused to move and her protests were feeble as he rubbed her breasts and nipples. She knew she should try to fight him off but her hands remained at her sides and her eyes looked down. Her nipples had always been very sensitive and when he began pinching them and rubbing them, she gasped and moaned. Her nipples hardened immediately and stood out from her firm breasts. She was so ashamed of her body's betrayal. How could this possibly be happening? How could this man who repulsed her make her this aroused?

"Pull your top off and bra, slut," he told her in a voice that demanded obedience. There was mistaking his command in his the tone he used.

"Oh, no," the humiliated and degraded white wife whispered as her hands moved to comply with his order. First the top was pulled off and then she reached behind her and unsnapped the black bra and pulled it away from her body. His hands descended again on her naked breasts and nipples.

"I like these tits. Your nipples are so hard. You like this. I always knew you were a slut," he said laughing down at this attractive white church wife. "I always knew exactly what you were."

His thumb and index finger took hold of each nipple and began to roll them and rub them and pull them out from her body.

"Oh, oh, oh," she moaned as he continued. Her eyes closing to block out the sight of this unattractive black janitor using her body.

"Now take the jeans off, slut," he told her as he pinched down harder with his fingers.

"Arrrgghhhhh," she cried out. The pain and pleasure mingled and caused her to become more aroused and more obedient. She felt a gush of wetness between her legs. Her hands went to the waist button and undid it. She pulled the zipper down and began to tug on the denim material and move her hips as the jeans moved down her legs to the floor. She was naked except for a pair of black silk panties.

"I've wanted to fuck you for a long time and now you're going to give it to me. I knew your white cunt needed my big black cock," he said with a growl.

His hands left her aroused tits for the first time in the last few minutes He reached for his own belt and unbuckled it. Then his pants seemed to fall off and his boxers fell on top of them. He kicked them to the side. From her bowed head position, Suzanne was looking at his huge cock. It was hard and long and fat. It was bigger than anything she had ever seen.

"No, please don't rape me," she whined.

He took her hand and pulled it forward until it was on his big meaty cock. Suzanne's view was somewhat obscured by his fat belly. He was disgusting but her hand wrapped around the black cock as she was told. She felt it throb.

"Stroke it," he said. She began to pull on it and felt it stiffen even more.

"Yes," she groaned almost in a whisper as her grip became tighter and she began jerking it up and down.

"I knew you were a dirty white slut," he said and Suzanne was flushed with shame at his words. But the shame ignited her body and her arousal. It seemed the more he degraded her, the more inflamed her body became.

"Oh," she gasped as the words made her knees weak. Her eyes were on his big cock and she felt her head drop with a will of its own and take the fat head into her mouth. He tongue swirled around the head as she tasted his dirty black cock. He hadn't demanded her mouth. She realized she had done this on her own. She was sucking his cock because of her own needs. Her shame increased and with it so did her arousal. Her hand pumped the long shaft as her mouth worked on him.

"Is that what you want, whore," he said. "You want to suck my black dick?

Then get on your knees like a good married mouth whore," he said.

She moaned loudly at his words and pushed her face harder onto his cock as she dropped to her knees. His hand gripped her hair and he pulled her head back a little so she was forced to look up into his smiling face.

"Tell me now Suzanne. Tell Chester that you're a slut," he asked her with fire and lust in his eyes' He held her tortured gaze. Her mouth continued to suck him as her hand pumped the big cock. He could see the conflict and torment in those eyes but also her incredible sexual arousal. Slowly she nodded her head as tears fell from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

"Stand up and pull off your panties, slut," he told her wet face.

"Please, I'm not protected. You can't cum in me. Please, I can't get pregnant," she told him as she stood and pulled off her panties. She had suddenly realized that this simple statement was her permission to him to enter her body with his stiff black dick.

Reaching behind her he grabbed her ass and lifted her off the ground. Her legs were forced to spread around his fat body and her arms automatically encircled his neck. Lifting her higher onto his protruding belly she felt his cock slip into the fold of her ass.

"Put it in your cunt," he snarled at her and Suzanne reached down and pulled it to her wet opening. Her arm then reached back to hold herself up on the surface of the table. His hands slipped under her thighs and he slowly lowered her onto his big black cock.

"Oh, oh, oh," she screamed as he pierced her cunt and forced his cock deep into her.

He was so big and the pain was immediate but the pleasure replaced it almost at once.

"Oh, please," she screamed as his cock imbedded itself in her white cunt.

When he was fully inside her he did not move but held her in place. She was moaning and gasping and crying in his arms. Her tears streamed down. The pain left quickly and the feeling of being completely full was overcoming her senses. Her arms reached out again and tightened around his neck. Her body was pulled higher. She looked up and then suddenly pressed her lips to his big meaty lips and she began to move up and down on his cock. Her body was alive as she rode him and her tongue explored his vile mouth. She felt him moving and suddenly he was leaning her back until her ass rested on one of the freshly decorated tables. Grabbing her hair he pulled her back and laid her flat on the table with her legs spread wide. He began to pump her cunt hard and deep. Suzanne was caught up in this total domination of her body. He took her ankles and pulled her legs up until her feet were on either side of his head. She could feel him forcing her closer and closer to climax and she was delirious with submissive cravings; these feeling which she had never admitted to herself or anyone else.

"Fuck me, oh please, fuck me," she repeated over and over as her hips moved against his black cock assault.

"That's it, take it, you married whore," he bellowed at her as his hips matched her movements. His body slapped repeatedly against hers and the room filled with the sound of hard fucking and nothing else.

That was it for Suzanne. The combination of his degrading words, her depraved humiliation and his fat cock raping her sex charged body drove her over the edge. Her orgasm ripped through her and she was screaming so loud that if someone was walking on the street outside it would easily have been heard. She was out of control and her body had spasm after spasm as Chester continued to fuck her. They both knew how desperately she needed to be fucked like this. This was not lovemaking; this was fucking. Then just as suddenly, he stiffened and she could feel him drive deep into her.

"Oh fuck," she cried out as he began to cum inside her.

"Yes, fuck me, cum in me," she begged.

"Cum in me. Fill me up," she shouted as she rolled through another orgasm. Her ass lifted off the table and pumped her cunt hard against him. Her earlier pleas to him to not cum inside her were gone in this erotic moment. Her body shook and quaked and her legs wrapped his big hips. I her delirium she forced her cunt further onto him, accepting his flood of potent hot cum.

It seemed to last forever and then it finally ended with Chester pulling back. His black cock freed itself from her well fuck white cunt. It dripped onto the floor and her cunt oozed his hot white fluid. Her naked body was spread wide beneath him on the party table as she breathed heavily from the power of what had just happened.

"How could he have seen how badly I needed to be used like this," she thought in these waning moments of her complete satisfaction. "How could he know?"

His hand reached down to push the gushing cum into her open cunt. Suzanne gasped from the touch. Then he stepped back.

"On your knees, slut," he demanded.

Suzanne instinctively knew what he expected of her. She sat up and then dropped down in front of him. She took his cock in her mouth. Her lips and tongue moved all over him and cleaned all of their combined juices off his still semi hard cock. She hated herself because of how much she loved sucking his black cock. She needed it in her mouth. She needed to be treated like this. The taste of their combined juices was driving her to arousal again. He finally took her hair and pulled her off him. She sat there on her knees panting and with a look of complete sexual desire written all over her wet face. He got dressed and started to walk away.

"Get this mess cleaned up. Your white ass now belongs to me. From now on I will fuck you any time I want to," he said pointedly.

"Yes," she whispered as her body shuddered. It was her only response as she dropped her eyes to the floor in front of her.

"Cunt," he said as he was almost out of the room.

"Yes," she whispered as her body shook from the vile word which ignited her arousal once again.

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Red's Ransom Ch. 01

Chapter 1: Bound

She awoke not knowing where she was, it was dark, and bumpy, a spare tire and a jack pressed into her lower back painfully. Her hands, bound behind her back securely, were useless to aid her in seeking freedom. Her wrists had been bound with what felt like zip strips, her ankles had wide banded leather shackles on them, and they were joined close at the ankles. One attempt at stretching also let her know that the anklets and the wrist binding were connected. She was hog tied in the trunk of a car, and she had no idea why.

Her last memory before waking here, was a fight with her husband. The usual arguments, she does too much, he doesn't do enough ... and when are we going to rekindle our sex lives? These questions and more had begun to creep into their relationship. Her mind wandered back to a half recalled conversation. She tried to explain to him in a language that he would understand. He was a caring lover, tender and gentle. She knew he could never force himself on anyone, nor cause what he thought was any pain. He simply didn't understand that there was " good hurt " as well, no matter how many times she tried, or how many ways she found to say it.

She was jarred from her memories as the car ground to a halt on a gravel road. She was debating on playing possum, and heard from outside a muffled male voice, " close your eyes, or the light may blind you. "

With that, the trunk opened and the sun did blind her. He was nothing more than a silhouette against the ball of light that is the midday sun. Warmth struck her skin, it felt nice. Strong arms lifted her from the trunk, easily. She tried to ease open an eye to catch a glimpse of her captive, but her eyes could not adjust quickly enough, before she was carried inside an old building. The wallboards were slats, parted by inches to let in bars of light, yet still leave enough darkness to be foreboding. in the center of the building she was dropped onto a soft surface, a mattress had been placed there.

She began to worry, and yet, somehow this situation caused stirrings deep inside her. She felt a tingle inside her she had not felt before. This was more than a tingle, the tingles grew and spread inside her. The tension, the fear, the not knowing, all these combined to create a mood in her, and she felt herself swell with blood, and the beginnings of arousal drip abundantly from between her thighs.

Her arms were abruptly lifted, and she felt a rope pass between her wrists, a knot securely tied, and she was yarded, hard, off the ground. Lifted sharp and fast, so sharply that she found she needed tip toes to remain standing, instead of hanging. Cold steel touched her hip, she felt it slide around, under the belt of her shirt, as the scissors closed, and her skirt and panties fell freely to the mattress. She tried futilely to hold the rent cloth by clenching her thighs. A sharp hard slap across both her cheeks told her this was not a good idea. sharp hot pain seared across her taut athletic butt.

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She tried to make sense of all this. she didn't recognize the voice, it was being altered electronically. Had she not had the contact of being lifted in here, for all she knew, her captor could be a female.

" Now then, Toy, what game shall we play first? shall we ravage the wife? and fuck her senseless? make her a good and well behaved slave? or should we call that limp-dick you call a husband and let him know what is happening to you right now? Let's try the phone shall we? "

She heard the digital tones of a phone, it was ringing. She heard her own voice answer, " and leave a message at the tone, we'll get back to you...... "

As the beep sounded, she felt herself lifted from the hips from behind. She tried as hard as she could to say something to the machine, leave a clue, some kind of answer.....

Her concentration was completely confounded, as she took in a breath to scream into the phone, she felt herself lifted, and her buttocks spread as her pelvis was lifted , leaving her arms hanging, so she was bent at the hips, arched in the back, and completely at his mercy.

" Help S...... " her words were cut off abruptly as she felt something foreign to her, completely foreign to her. A tongue pressed hard against the tight pucker of her ass. it was strong, wet, forceful... it circled , it pressed, and then, it pierced, a long guttural sigh escaped her lips, a primal sigh, longings unspoken , fantasies left unsaid, wants and needs she feared to share with her husband, were now being taken from her. She was having a fantasy fulfilled that no one knew of.....

His lips moved strongly over her, he was actually kissing her, not just poking, he was making love to her ass with his mouth. she had always wondered, now she knew. No wonder she fantasized about this, the sensation was incredible, and then, she felt a finger enter her swollen wet lips, and she came, shuddering and exploding. Held aloft, she could do nothing but vibrate and spasm. she felt the tongue lap her from clitoris to the top of her butt crack. Lapping hungrily to get every last drop of thick sweet come from her swollen lips, her thighs, and even that one large first drip that ran all the way past her knee. All was licked clean, tenderly.

" Now then, " said the voice " you've been a good toy thus far. Keep up this behavior and you may even live to see your useless husband again, but not until your ransom's been paid. "

With that, she heard the phone get disconnected...

OMG! she had been recorded on her own machine at home, she came on her own answering machine. Her husband is going to hear that! What had she said?, Did she scream?, did she say yes?... she couldn't remember, she just knew she liked what had been done to her, she wanted it again, she wanted more! she felt badly then, her eyes dropped.

A warm breath she felt on her neck from behind, " no toy! No feelings, not now. There are no feelings, there is coming, there is making me come. THAT is all the need concern you. If you are a good toy, i return you, maybe. if you are a bad toy, you'll never see daylight again. If you are an exceptional toy, perhaps I'll keep you. now here, hold onto these, i have some things to do, but i'; be close, so don't try anything!"

Again the feel of cold metal, but this time, not her ankles, but her hard erect nipples, small clamps, placed on each. Not too hard, but hard enough to cause a pinch of heated pinch on each nipple like a set of teeth lightly clamping. Her whimpers receded as he walked slowly from the room.

As she became used to the pain in her nipples, it became more normal for her. she felt a warm outburst of breath on her dark red tuft of pubic hair. Her lips, still tender and somewhat swollen, felt cool ivory against them, as his teeth clamped lightly on her mound. His upper teeth tangling in the lower strands of hair, fleshy mound and hood were tugged slightly as his teeth clamped down and up on the curve of her. small lips bunched tightly, against fleshy mound, her clitoris engorged, his lips slid down over his teeth, and he sucked HARD! His tongue pressing and circling around her clit as he sucked, she could stand it no farther.

She exploded on his face. She felt herself gush come with each convulsion, splashing wave after wave of hot creamy juice over his face, his chest, and herself. She could feel each heated drip as it let go her shapely ass to congregate in puddles on the floor.

His teeth released, as did his suction and his tongue's pressure. It spread wide, and lapped every drop of come from her. Each cheek was completely licked clean, then she felt his tongue probe. He licked deep and hard along the crack of her ass, stopping to press into her tight pucker, wiggling and pushing. Her ankles were lifted, knees back against chest, opening her fully to him. Her muscles contracted with the shift, and as she tightened, he pressed deeply.

She felt herself spread for him, tightly fighting his press. She had wanted her husband to do this. but he lacked imagination. He lacked the will to please her how she feared to ask, she knew that. And here was some complete stranger, exploring her libido like he knew every route. As she felt the girth of his tongue press deeply into her, she came. He was not finished, as her constricting muscles fought against him, he shoved two fingers in between throbs, and they curled upward, pressing hard into her g-spot as he fucked his tongue into her hard and deep.

The world went grey for her, a yellowy grey. The colour you see after being hit in the head hard, the colour you see just before blackness. She wasn't sure how many she had, nor when, or even if they stopped. He wouldn't stop, he kept her g-spot coming and her ass was so supple she could have lost her virginity to him and loved it right now. But he wouldn't, or didn't. He made her come again and again, until she was uncertain the mark between them.

She woke, blankets piled close and high on her. her pillow, freshly laundered and pressed, the birds outside, the sun rising. It was all just a dream. She smiled inwardly to herself. Her lingering aroma filled the room. Dream or not, she felt like she'd been sexed beyond her wildest dreams. She stretched, moaning loudly, with that content smile on her face. after what seemed too short a stretch, she rose to answer that early morning need, to find her ankle strapped to the leg of the bed...

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