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She hugged him tightly as she felt warmth spreading upwards from her quivering pussy, through her body, releasing itself in a scream as her climax took hold. He let me take it and I slowly placed it on my leg and eased it up my thigh.

I was dating one and the other refused to leave the room when we wanted to go to bed so I invited her too. " Charles could only stare at her a moment, "anything else I need to know, before Allie kills me out of just plain principle?" Both Alatem and Allie were both snickering. "Oh shit we're here!" Chris exclaimed, pulling himself away and fixing my bikini top.

" "Yeah, yeah. She has red hair that flows from the crown of her head in an even part, and then bows inwardly at a sharp, angled cut, just below her jawline. we won't be so cold that way and we'll make it. "Suck it!" Jericho demanded, surprising his mother with his tone, she opened her mouth willingly, and Jericho gently put his finger on her lips, letting her wrap her beautiful lips around his finger.

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Vutilar 22.10.2017
As if everyone were the same. Once again, spare us the pinchbeck philosophy.
Mikalar 28.10.2017
No, thank you for listening ;-))
Malazilkree 30.10.2017
Had em in his pocket the whole time, for exampke where is the outrage from hin giving 102 billion to terrorists
Kazrazil 06.11.2017
///Your entire post is unfounded. You are making a claim that Jesus could choose where to be born - what is this claim based on?
Yokinos 13.11.2017
"HEY! HEY! The fire code for this building is 468 and I just counted 470. Sorry, but the wedding is over! POLICE!"
Tegar 15.11.2017
In the recent 50 years we see not decrease, but increase of Sharia all around the world. For you it seems to matter that people who were sentenced to death for words they say were not executed. The fact that there is an idea that people should be punished for free expression doesn't seem to bother you in the least. Why are you afraid to admit it's a bad idea to restrict freedom of speech? Are you against it?
Tygoramar 24.11.2017
I don't believe that we don't have a large enough workforce. It's about incentives. I wouldn't work 14 hour days for $10 an hour picking produce, but illegal workers would.
Megar 01.12.2017
Isaiah 25:6. No reference to heaven in this passage. It concerns Israel, not the nations. The nations, or Gentiles, are goyim in Hebrew. It is not found in verse 6.
Dara 11.12.2017
I am not disagreeing with the founding fathers.
Macage 18.12.2017
Are you generalising because youve met others that claim to have Zoe cells and they have died before the average life expectancy? Or, are you just being ignorant.
Kalmaran 29.12.2017
Wife probably doesn't even know hubby called. Hubby tired of hearing his wife pitch a fit over some bullsh!t so he figured he'd solve the problem FOR HIS OWN WELLBEING??????. Believe it or not, that's how some of us get down.
Tokora 07.01.2018
I work in mysterious ways. ;-P
Murn 17.01.2018
I know for a fact another commenter on this channel emailed him to ask if he would bake a wedding cake for them. He claimed that it was his 3rd wedding and his future bride's 2nd. What do you think his reply was?
Kilkis 24.01.2018
It's note worthy to me that the PC Outrage mob seems to be in it's death throes. There was a period of time where If i posted the above, I probably would have been torn to shreds by the internet and called a racist, sexist homophobe.... But the past few months, more and more people seem to be waking up to how far this silliness has gone.
Shaktirn 28.01.2018
Did you complain when he did the work against the McGuinty government?
Muran 06.02.2018
Glad he's about to die.
Tegore 12.02.2018
Remember when Tex said a finance thread would bring spammers? It also brings incomprehensibles.
Kat 20.02.2018
You seem confused about this. The baker did not refuse to accommodate gay people, he refused to make a specific cake that was celebrating something that offended his conscience and was illegal in Colorado.
JoJotaxe 28.02.2018
Yeah it?s you. I?ve been to well over a dozen dog parks up and down the east coast and have never seen a segregated park. There?s no issue with big dogs and small dogs playing together. Their size is moot. It?s the moronic owners who cause all the trouble
Yozshugor 04.03.2018
Wag those tails... The animated gif... Geeeez... The minds around here..
Mezilar 10.03.2018
People who?ve never been touched by it don?t know how to recognize the signs.
Mezuru 19.03.2018
Another atheist walks away with his tail between his legs, unable to argue himself out of the corner that his "logic" has placed him in...
Fejin 25.03.2018
It looks like you prefer to ignore the fact that homosexuality is explicitly mentioned in Genesis. Are you trying to persuade me to follow and pretend to be blind?
Mikazilkree 28.03.2018
What hateful rhetoric are YOU speaking about. I am exposing the hateful rhetoric of Christians and asking the simple question, how would they like to have done unto them as they want to do unto others and reap what they have sown. I am not saying to do so, but asking a simple question. But I guess that is wrong huh?
Daihn 06.04.2018
A lot of conservatives also hate Israel.
Brarisar 17.04.2018
I tend to discount the lawyers that have been retained.

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Warm Me Up

by PoisonPumpkin 0 Reviews

Izzy and Duff slash

Category: Guns n' Roses - Rating: R - Genres: Romance - Characters:  - Published: 2014/01/16 - Updated: 2014/01/16 - 762 words

Izzy/Duff -Warm me up-
Guns N Roses slash
Izzy was sitting on the couch watching the television and snacking on potato chips. A half drinking beer bottle was on the coffee table next to him resting on a coaster because Izzy didn’t want to ruin the table, although it was already ruined from Axl always knocking stuff over while drunk until Slash carried him off to bed. Which had actually occurred earlier his evening and Izzy didn’t want to know what they were doing now. Steven had already gone to bed and Duff was out doing something so Izzy had no one to hang out with and nothing to do but watch late night TV.

He was slowly starting to fall asleep when he heard the door lick and open. “Hey” Duff called out as he walked through the front door shrugging off his coat and hanging it on the coat rack. “Hey” Izzy smiled as the blonde walked into the living room. “Mind if I join you?” Duff asked. Izzy nodded that it was fine and scooted over a bit giving the taller man room to sit down, “Brrrrr. It’s cold” Duff shivered.

“Oh…um...y-yeah outside.” Izzy was blushing being so close to Duff who he always thought was pretty cute. "you alright Iz?” asked Duff with a crooked smile. Izzy bowed his head to attempt to hide his reddening face. “Don’t be shy” Duff whispered smiling again brushing Izzy’s hair out of his face. Izzy mumbled something that Duff couldn’t understand and Duff raised an eyebrow.

“What?” “Ummmm maybe I-I can help warm you up?” Izzy asked still making no eye contact. Duff tightened his grip on Izzy’s hair and pulled him so he was facing Duff. Izzy only just looked into Duff’s eyes when Duff pressed his lips firmly yet lovingly. Izzy gasped giving Duff a way to slip his tongue into Izzy’s mouth tracing his tongue along the rows of Izzy’s teeth. Izzy wound up in Duff’s lap with the blonde’s hands on his hips grinding against the blonde man.

“Izzy…” Duff groaned as Izzy latched his mouth onto Duff’s neck and sucked hard. Duff gripped Izzy’s hair to hold him in place hips bucking up against Izzy. Izzy smiled against Duff’s skin his lips hot. Duff yanked Izzy away from him holding him at arm’s length and just staring. “Are you sure you wanna do this?” Duff asked and Izzy gasped out a yes before Duff pulled him in again for a kiss before unbuttoning Izzy’s jeans. “Stand up…..” gasped Duff voice ragged. Izzy climbed off of Duff on shaky legs. Duff picked up Izzy and carried the boy to the room they shared setting him down on the carpet.

Izzy stripped his clothes off of his skinny body as Duff undressed as well. Izzy walked over to Duff and Duff kissed him one more before letting go of him gently and grabbed some lube from the dresser drawer. He pushed Izzy down onto the bed gently before climbing on top of him and coating his fingers with the lube. He spread the nervous boy’s legs and glanced at him to make sure this was ok. Izzy nodded biting his lip. Duff pressed a finger inside Izzy and the boy groaned, Duff added another finer then another stretching him and then he pressed against the spot that made Izzy body arch off the bed and made the boy practically scream.

Duff pulled his fingers from the panting boy before coating his erection and kissing Izzy on the forehead before sliding in to him. Izzy groaned and tensed up. “Shhhhh relax baby relax.” Duff soothed and slowly pressed further. When he was fully inside Izzy he waited for the boy to adjust before rocking his hips slowly then faster and soon Izzy’s moans turned from pain to pleasure. Duff gripped his hips and slammed into Izzy hitting his prostate making him cry out. “Yeah does that feel good?” Duff cooed, Izzy nodded and Duff aimed for that spot grabbing Izzy’s now leaking erection and pumping him in a rhythm matching his thrusts

Izzy came screaming Duff’s name and Duff came inside Izzy soon after. He collapsed next to Izzy pulling out and lying beside the exhausted boy. “You warm now?” Izzy panted. “Mmmm yeah” Duff chuckled pulling Izzy to him and covering their sweaty bodies with a blanket. “Love you Iz” “Love you to Duff”
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tagToys & MasturbationMelanie Turns 18

Melanie Turns 18

To everyone else, the day dawned as it always had, fresh, summery, intuitively in alignment with its obligations to the season. The field workers singing busied themselves with the day's tasks, joining with the birds in appreciation of the new dawning day. The early morning sunlight lay in a hot yellow streak across Melanie's floor, her cat rolling playfully on its back, legs spread, and the warm ray caressing its belly. The air smelt of freshly clipped grass and the faint hint of ocean breeze as the light winds spread messages of fecundity upon invisible tongues. Melanie could hear the gardeners below discussing the day's tasks and every few words of the stable hands a little further off engaged with the same early morning ritual.

Yet, for Melanie, it was not a normal day. It was a day she'd longed for and a day she knew she'd never see the likes of again. It was her eighteenth birthday - her coming out day. Although officially her coming out would be in four days time at the grand ball her father prepared in her honour, even that event seemed secondary to this day.

This day she becomes a woman.

So many people around her, so many of those who loved her had promised her that great things would occur. Lessons would change today, her tutor promised, and she would leave behind the obligations of history and art, taking up only those subjects that interested her. Her clothing would change, promised the maid, her neckline able to reveal more of the swelling breast her new corsetry would push up and over the top of the bodice. Her physical obligations would change, no longer needing the daily exertions of fitness, rather taking up a daily routine according to her own tastes. For Melanie this meant more horse riding and less swimming, choices her longings prepared her for.

And, as her father had promised her, marriage lay ahead. Melanie couldn't understand how he could be so sure a man would want her, but whenever she enquired over the last several years, her father would glance at her large breasts and tell her there would be no problem marrying her to the best of men. She was to inherit a large fortune and she was blessed with beauty that made all men want her.

Usually after these moments, her father would take her in his lap, and if she was lucky, if his mood held just right, he would allow his hand to rest on her bare knee, riding up her thigh. These moments always made Melanie's heart race and she would cling closer to her father to encourage his hand to rise higher, but he never did. As she got older, she tried tricks she felt changed his response, like spreading her legs, her pressing her large firm bosom into his face, but these little efforts never worked in getting her father to move his hands higher on her naked thigh.

Why he didn't touch her there was a question as unanswerable as why she wanted him to.

Oh, don't get me wrong, dear reader; Melanie knew where babies came from. She was educated by her mother before she died and then by governesses when the questions arose. Nothing was kept from the child, expect for perhaps the most important thing of all. Melanie was told, right from the start, that women had to perform a duty and they hated being touched in any way... "down there." Her body was a thing for her husband to extract pleasure from.

This lesson was reinforced with several incidents that left their mark.

It was only a couple of years ago, that she had a wonderful and strange sensation while riding her horse one day. She asked her governess about it at the time. The woman asked Melanie to explain exactly what she felt, however when Melanie told her of the wetness between her legs (so much it was almost as though she had peed herself) her governess slapped her face hard and said this was something only whores experienced. The woman demanded Melanie put these feelings to the side and get on with learning how to be a lady for that is a skill that is made, not born. Melanie was horrified and stormed directly to her father to explain what the governess had done. The result of this visit was a slap across the face from her father, who told her the governess was right.

And so began the confusion Melanie would suffer from for a long time.

Believe me when I inform you, dear reader, that Melanie's excitement at the start of her eighteenth birthday had a great deal to do with these sensations, for despite her best efforts they did not cease. If such things could be measured in fact, Melanie would swear that beyond her power, they grew stronger, leaving her with the temptation of her own hands to be resisted. She'd been caught in the mornings by the governess who would always take to tying her hands to the bedposts at night to help her with her temptation when Melanie articulated her inner battles. One day the maid came in and saw her tied, and she said "When you are eighteen child, no one can do these terrible things to you anymore," so Melanie took this to mean once she turned eighteen, she would be free to enjoy herself without anyone needing to know.

And now she was eighteen.

And the world was about the change.

Melanie stretched in her bed, her naked body sending a sensation of comfort through her as her muscles untangled themselves from their sleepy clench. She arched her back and spread her legs. Her large breasts, falling slightly to the sides of her body swelled under the cotton nightdress which gently scraped against her nipples. Believing herself to be allowed to do what she wanted now, Melanie focussed on the sensation of the cotton against their hardness, which to her wonder and amazement, made them grow even longer till they stood out like tiny soldiers against the large fleshy mounds of her breasts. It felt good, although soon the sensation was replaced by a gentle but insistent ache between her legs.

Then Melanie had a sudden and wicked thought.

She was alone in this room.

She was eighteen.

Why not?

Why not indeed dear reader, for what is there to stop us when all permissions are in place but the barriers of youth carried inside present the only obstacles on our path? Melanie mistakenly believed her body to be her own now that she turned eighteen. She knew about modesty - only whores revealed their desires - but surely what she did with no one else around was her own business?

With a single, swift movement, Melanie tugged and pulled her nightdress over her head. She lay above her covers, the warm morning air caressing her soft youthful skin. She spread her legs and felt the naughty thrill of a slight cool lick of air against her hot damp sex. Pressing her feet into the mattress below, she raised her hips slightly off the bed, moving the weight of her body onto her shoulders. In this strange position, she spread her thighs even more.

Suddenly images flashed in her mind. Secrets from her past that arrived unbidden, usually in her dreams; The day she saw through the crack in her door, the maid standing in her bath sponging between her legs, one foot bracing herself on the edge of the bath, her head thrown back; another image of the stable hand with his back to her, his hands cupped in front of his body, a long stream of gold flowing out between his legs; her father's hands on her thighs; the smell of her tutor as he leaned in close and spoke to her of the Spanish and their fleets. These things combined inside her in a collage of desire that seemed to Melanie to be directly connected to a strong ache that began inside 'that spot'. She pumped her hips into the air as the ache between them started to throb. The need inside was great. Greater than anything she'd ever experienced. Was this part of turning eighteen?

What I have not told you yet, dear reader, is that in this moment, Melanie is not as alone as she supposes. Her tutor, a good man, had been watching her from a short distance with improper longings of his own. He never dared to touch any child, and so curbed all his desire for Melanie, however he knew as soon as she came of age that her father would want to marry her off to a life where sexual pleasure would be denied her.

She was a stunning peach, ripe on the vine; a peach the tutor knew could never be his. She would be lost to him within the next year for sure. Due to this reasoning, which was very accurate for the times, he decided his time in the sun would be the brief period he could have her in his grasp before she found a suitor and began the odious courting process, where a woman hid her sexual feelings and the man pretended to have enough for both. More than anything he wanted to give Melanie some pleasures before she was whisked away to a dry married life.

Now, watching her through the crack where the door stood ajar from its doorpost, his need grew as she tugged on her nipples and spread her legs to the air. That young body pulsing with lust and desire, desperate for some education, and most of all for release needed the instruction of a man who wanted her to feel pleasure. Melanie was moaning softly now, her face turned away from him, her hips thrusting against nothing, her fingers pulling gently on her elongated nipples. He'd guessed from the rest of her figure that her ass would be large and round, but now, revealed in all its wobbling glory, his shaft stood up strong, longing to bury itself deep into her secret pleasures.

Swiftly, so as not to cause a commotion, he glanced up and down the corridor and knowing the household to still be in their rooms, he slipped into Melanie's chamber.

"Oh!" She cried immediately diving under her covers. "You must knock now that I am eighteen!"

It was not unusual for her tutor to come into her room early in the morning, though she had never been naked in front of him before. They often shared a moment of light-hearted banter before the day began. It was a small secret that they enjoyed. But he had not been in her room for quite a few months, and Melanie assumed those visits were part of the childhood she left behind her.

The tutor remained at the door so as not to scare the girl.

"Madame, please. I do apologize. It's just that you were making some noise and I wanted to come in to inform you, that you must still be quiet. Even though you are eighteen, you have to keep certain noises to yourself, as some people might tell you they are wrong."

He stood by the door, a stern look on his face, and to Melanie it felt that she had gotten into trouble. She looked down at her hands over the top of the sheet in shame. She didn't realize the sheet slipped down to her waist and her large breasts sat hot and heavy under the tutor's eye.

"Madame, please do not be so troubled. I am here to help."

Melanie glanced up and saw him smiling, a kind and warm smile. She felt instantly better. Before she could say anything he moved to the further part of her room, and took the small chair from her desk. Then he placed it at the base of her bed, and sat on it, facing her. Melanie grasped at the sheet and pulled it up over her body again.

"Now, are you going to tell me what you were doing that caused such strange noises?" The tutor smiled at her, and Melanie felt a warm flush spread over her naked flesh.

"I... I... I thought now that I am eighteen, I can... feel things." She stammered. She couldn't look in his eye. The heat of shame began to spread over her face. "I... do not know what to say." She faltered.

"Don't trouble yourself." The tutor said. "I told you, I am here to help you. And I can now that you are eighteen. Tell me, do you feel an ache down there, As though you want something inside of you?"

Melanie's face shot up and she looked at her tutor in surprise. "Why yes! Yes! That is exactly how it feels."

"And tell me; is the feeling made stronger or weaker for my looking at you now?"

Melanie's head bowed fast again, and she stared at her hands as she fumbled with the sheet. "I am feeling it stronger for your looking at me."

She still watched her hands as he went on.

"Madame this is very normal, and now that you are eighteen, you can do something about it. There is great pleasure to be taken from your body, but you must trust me and do what I say. Are you willing to do that?"

Melanie looked up into his face, and saw nothing but warmth and kindness there. There was a strange spark in his eyes, and his hand tugged at his crotch, but he looked with gentleness upon her so that Melanie felt as though she was very safe.

"Yes. But I thought I was not allowed to enjoy my body?"

The tutor sighed. "There are those who will say that to you. That is why so many things must be hidden. But for now, we will help you with this ache of yours. I want you to stand on the bed. Don't worry about being naked. I have seen this sight many times in my anatomy classes."

Melanie's heart began to race; she stood naked in front of a man for the first time in her life. The shame tumbled around inside her with a weird thrill she'd never known. However, excitement took her completely and she stood, allowing the sheet to fall at her feet, eager to do all that he said.

"Spread your legs." Said the tutor.

Melanie spread her legs. Perhaps this game would be fun.

"Place your fingers down there, and get inside. Move the fingers into your body as much as you dare." The tutor said.

The ache inside Melanie as she stood before him in this manner was stronger now even than the horse riding day, which was a thrill she'd never felt the equal of since. Her breath grew short. She liked the tutor telling her what to do, even if he was telling her to do that which had gotten her into terrible trouble in the past. An overwhelming desire to please him moved over her. She brought her right hand to her sex and cupped it over the dark hair that grew there.

"That's it. Good girl. Now do as I said."

Melanie allowed her fingers to part the outer folds of her body. Her fingers began to explore her inner flesh. It was hot, and very slippery.

"What do you feel?" The tutor asked.

Melanie spoke automatically, so used to answering questions from her tutor was she.

"I feel a heat and a very thick slippery wetness with my hand, and I feel a soothing sensation down there, as I spread my fingers around."

"Does it feel good Madame?" asked the tutor. Melanie opened her eyes to see him watching her, eagerly. He gaze was firmly upon her fingers as they explored around the most intimate part of her body.

"Oh yes." said Melanie. "It feels very good."

"Do you still ache inside?" He asked.

"I ache even more. It is throbbing deep within, and also it is burning in a small place above."

"You can touch that small place if you want. You can touch that any time, Madame. You can touch it in the bath, or at nights, or even in the mornings. Every time you touch it, you will feel this good. Do you want to touch it now, or would you rather have something inside of you to sooth that ache?"

Melanie's head was back now, as her fingers probed, and saliva was starting to pool at the corner of her mouth.

"Oh, something inside me! Oh yes. I want something inside me."

"Walk to the foot of the bed." The tutor sad in a voice that sounded more like a command.

Melanie withdrew her fingers. The tutor looked at them as saw they were webbed with the clear slick juices her body had made. How he longed to reach out and lick those juices from her hand. But he didn't dare touch her. Not yet. She was so lovely; her enormous breasts bounced seductively as she walked to the foot of the bed. He could smell her arousal now, the room was starting to throb with it. The ache in his cock was driving him wild. He had to be patient, but this lovely ripe woman was the most delicious thing he'd ever seen. He needed to build her trust in this matter, however, before anyone else got to her. And that meant hands off for this morning. He'd have to stop off at the maid's room before he got on with the rest of the day.

"Turn your back to me Madam." Said the tutor to Melanie.

Melanie was desperate. She'd never felt this much strength coming from between her legs. She wanted him to stick his thing in her, and she wished desperately that he would. She needed something down there so bad. She could feel the small droplets of juice starting to run down her inner thigh. Oh how the desire overwhelmed her.

"Get on your knees Melanie." Said the tutor.

Melanie fell to her knees. The tutor still remained in his chair watching her, and now her large backside faced him. She looked back up at her disheveled bed, her nightdress lay in a crumpled heap, like the end of her innocence.

"Rub your bottom against the back of the bed Melanie."

Melanie pushed her ass back against the iron of the foot of the bed. The bed held four large posts over which stood a canopy, but long ornate iron bars cross-crossed against the mattress at the end of her bed. Jutting out from the center was a rounded column, about six inches long.

Melanie could feel the cool metal against her hot flesh. Suddenly she got the idea. She wanted the small metal column inside her. All she had to do was lift her bottom and she could clamp down onto it and it would soothe that desperate ache she felt. It might rescue her from the strength of feeling she was developing for her tutor. She moved her ass suggestively toward the small post.

"I know what you want Madame. Take it. Raise your bottom and slide that thing into you. It won't hurt and you can practise it and do it over any time you are alone in your room."

By now the tutor had his cock out of his trousers and in his hand. He couldn't stand it. This beautiful little whore writing in lust before him. He'd never seen juice like she could produce. He was sure if he placed a cup at her entrance she could fill it with her lubricant. Her ass was enormous, large mounds of wobbling flesh that wriggled and quivered before him. He would stick his cock into that sometime this week, and fuck her brains out. He watched as she lifted it, and sank it down over the metal pole that he knew she would use many more times as a fake cock.

"That's it." he crooned. "Yes, just slide it all the way in like a good girl."

He watched as it slid into her. She had her legs spread wide before him now, bracing herself on her feet, her hands splayed out under her breasts to balance the top of her body. As soon as the great cock entered her pussy, her large swelling, fat ass started to bounce and bounce hard as if every natural instinct within clicked into place. He bent down, tugging furiously at his dick, to get a close look at the piece of metal slicing its way into her virgin cunt. As he watched, he saw through her body, to her breasts. The left had a drip coming off it. Melanie was drooling and it was running down her tits.

He came in a burst over the top of her ass, spurting his cum over her cheeks as they pounded hard into the metal cock in a way no virgin should ever need. He'd never seen lust in anyone as strong as her. Never had he seen an inexperienced woman start in such a dire and desperate way.

Melanie threw her head back and moaned. The tutor looked down at her ass, and saw great droplets of fluid squeezing between the iron bar and the tight grip her fresh pussy had on it. Slowly she lifted herself off it. Strands of thick globby juice stretched between her muff and her beloved post.

Melanie moved back on the bed. The tutor found her a towel, and after cleaning the bed post with it, he passed it to her. Something strange was on her back, so she wiped that clean first, and then ran the towel between her legs.

"Oh my." She said.

"You can do that any time, on your own Madame. You may find it comes in handy a great deal." said her tutor.

"I feel as though now I need some sleep." said Melanie.

"Yes of course. I will leave you, and see you just after breakfast."

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Bandstand Pickup

byParis Waterman©

It was seven-thirty and another Saturday night wedding reception.

I play the sax. I'm probably good enough to almost have made the big time, but just NOT that well connected.

This was a lively crowd and we had plenty of people dancing to our musical noise. I call it noise because we can't play our music; we have to play stuff that's been gathering dust in their musical libraries for at least ten years or so.

It's automatic for us, and B O R I N G as hell. I tend to watch the women, find an attractive one or two and feign as if I'm playing to them alone. It's easy enough, more eye contact than anything else.

And that's how I met them.

Embeth and Audrey. One blonde, one brunette. Both were about thirty or so and well preserved; probably gym rats from their hard, but well curved bodies.

They approached me when the next to last set ended. Introductions were performed, and Audrey handed me a strong scotch on the rocks.

"Thanks," I said. "How did you know I drank scotch?"

"I overheard you telling the bartender earlier," she said with a cute smile.

"That was a long time ago," I said, returning the smile and noting that the blonde's breast was nudging my other arm. The blonde was Embeth. They stayed close to me, it almost seemed we were all dancing, but of course the band was on a break.

Audrey told me she loved my playing. Embeth added that she loved my hair as well. I wanted to tell her I loved her chest; that I would guess her lungs could hold a positively impressive breath from a musician's perspective, but knew it would come out dirty, so I didn't.

My break ended and I returned to the bandstand. I didn't see much of them throughout the last few numbers and almost forgot about them. We finished up, and packed up our gear. I helped load the speakers into Albie's van, and then hopped into my Camaro and drove over to Nelson's Hide-a-way for a couple late night scotches. I had nowhere special to go since I'd been divorced for seven months at the time.

I was about to order a second scotch when Embeth and Audrey managed to place themselves in my line of vision as they entered the bar.

"Oh, hi," said Embeth with a smile. I thanked my lucky stars; this was promising, very promising. Was I looking at a possible double?

"Hi Embeth. I nodded at her companion and said, "Audrey," acknowledging her blonde companion. Then I looked inquiringly at both of them.

"Oh, we followed you," Audrey said. "I told you he'd notice that," she said to Embeth.

"I didn't think you'd come to this place without an ulterior motive,' I said with a grin.

"So where's your sax?" Embeth inquired.

"In the trunk of my car," I replied evenly. "I tend not to carry it everywhere. It cuts into my drinking."

They both found that amusing.

"Listen," said Audrey, "you here with anyone?" She looked around the bar as if she'd recognize whoever it would be that I might've come with.

Inside, I jumped and clicked my heels: I figured these two were unattached, or even better, looking to get even with their hubby's for getting drunk on them when they'd had other, more sensual plans for the evening.

"No, just hanging around."

"Why don't you join us?" Embeth offered.

"Here for a drink, and then who knows?"

"Bartender, see what the ladies will have, will you?'

We retired from the bar to a table in the rear. "So, how long have you been playing in the band?" Embeth asked.

"I've been with these guys for two and a half years now." They seemed interested in my so-called career and so I regaled them with stories about my musical exploits from high school on.

"You actually played with _______?"

"Sure did," I said trying to play it down. I had in fact played with him and several other famous rock band members, but only because I happened to spend a summer working with two musicians who were known more for their ability to repair guitars than their musical abilities, which were really quite good.

I looked at Embeth as I prattled on, taking in her long dark hair, trying not to stare at her chest, while noticing her eyes showed genuine interest in my ramblings. This seemed like a dream come true.

Trying to keep from boring them to death, I suggested we dance. I couldn't help but take in Embeth's body again when we stood; she had an amazing pair of tits on her.

Audrey got up to dance with some other guy who'd come in after they did, and I deliberately, though nonchalantly avoided them. The next dance was slow, and Embeth and I kind of lost ourselves as we moved to the slow rhythm of the music.

I briefly noticed Audrey doing the same with her partner, but I did see them whispering something to each other.

"This is real nice," said Embeth, pretty much voicing my own opinion, and then I felt her breath as she leaned in close and whispered naughty nothings in my ear. It worked; I had a massive boner and was wondering how to disguise it from embarrassing myself.

Then Audrey joined us, sitting down and making me a sandwich between them.

"Um, where's your dance partner, Audrey?" I managed to say.

"Oh, he left. He said he'd see me again, and then he was gone."

She placed a hand on my thigh and gave it a light reassuring squeeze, "So how are you two getting along?"

Before I could answer her, Embeth's hand found my other thigh, only a lot higher, and when she gave me the same kind of squeeze, she was also squeezing my cock.

"You like this?" she asked.

I wasn't sure I heard her correctly, and asked, "What was that you just said?"

"Do you like... having sex for the fun of it?"

"I'd like sex even if it were hard work, Embeth."

She giggled just a little. Audrey giggled some too, but added, "Oh, he's so fun, Embeth!"

Embeth nodded and smiled."You aren't one of those guys that holds back, are you?"

"I... um, don't think so," I said, not clear as to where the conversation was headed.

"Well, I want you," she whispered directly in my ear. "And I think Audrey does too. Can you handle the two of us?"

"Yes!" I almost shouted, without considering the ramifications of her question thoroughly.

I followed them to their apartment. It took us fifteen minutes and it was raining hard when I parked my car and hopped out and ran after them.

Shortly after entering the fairly spacious apartment, Embeth tossed me a towel that I used to dry off as well as I could.

"You really should get out of those wet clothes," Audrey said.

I nodded and began to undress, leaving my clothing in a pile on the living room floor. While I was busy stripping, the girls moved into the bedroom. My erection preceded me into the bedroom where both Audrey and Embeth had assumed provocative poses on the king-sized bed.

The blonde, Embeth wore a Teddy that was so sheer she might as well have been naked. Audrey hadn't bothered with anything. Her pussy hair was trimmed into a downward pointing arrow, as if I might attempt to go in the opposite direction. Both fixed on my throbbing erection, Embeth actually licked her lips.

I reached Embeth first and leaned in to kiss her. Her hands went directly for my hair, gripping it in a vise-like hold that made the kiss last longer than it should have.

While our tongues were getting acquainted, Audrey's hands were busy on me. One gripped my erection and slowly stroked it. The other cupped my balls, teasing and tickling them.

I couldn't believe my luck.

Ending the kiss, I found my way to Embeth's breast's and studied them. The brown circles around her nipples were slightly raised kind of like they'd been added on like icing on a cake. I traced one of the circles with my tongue.

"Oh yeah, that's good," Embeth moaned.

I pressed the whole circle of brown flesh into my mouth and sucked.

It was as if I'd said, "Open Sesame!" for a second later her legs parted like the Red Sea. I, playing the part of Moses, dove right in.

She was bucking into my face the moment my tongue touched her outer lips. It took me a minute to realize that Audrey was lapping at my balls, juggling them with her tongue while keeping a firm grip on the base of my cock. I sensed that this wild woman would take both of them into her mouth and do magical things to them. I also knew that I would enjoy it.

I lifted my head briefly, located Embeth's clit and worked it over until I thought she climaxed. In retrospect, I can say that her labia were thicker and longer than Audrey's, whose pussy was smaller and definitely tighter than Embeth's.

Satisfied that Embeth had cum, I wriggled around until Audrey's twat was inches from my mouth before attacking her cunt. With my tongue working overtime, Audrey's scent began filling my nostrils; it was a powerful aphrodisiac, and with Embeth jerking me off, I came quickly.

"Bad boy!" Embeth chided me as she licked my sperm from her fingers.

"I'm sorry about that," I said apologetically. "No problemo, Embeth said with a smile. Look you keep eating Audrey; I'll get some massage oil and give you a prostrate massage. That'll get you hard again in no time at all. After all, we have plenty of time."

My response was muffled because my face was already buried in Audrey's twat.

A minute or so later I felt her hands on my ass, rubbing the oil into my cheeks and then tickling my asshole with an oily finger, and then two.

It certainly felt good and I paid special attention to Audrey's pussy, licking and sucking her clit while using to fingers to bring the juices oozing from her tight snatch to a frothy boil.

"Close!" Audrey gasped.

I intensified my fingering.

I also got the impression that Embeth was squeezing and rubbing in a way to separate my cheeks. I thought she might be trying to get a look at me there. That was a turn on to me, that she might have such a kinky little desire. I raised my ass off the bed for two reasons. One was to allow me to adjust my growing cock. The other was to see if I was right that she was really extra interested in my ass.

"Ummm," she grunted, rubbing me harder as I held my ass up off the bed.

"Feels good," I murmured before returning to suck on Audrey's labia and wringing a series of shudders from her.

I moved my ass under her hand, encouraging her to take greater liberties if she wanted.

"You're liking this, huh?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm liking it!"

She reached under me, between my legs, and started to stroke my cock, her hand slick from the massage oil.

I spread my legs, and rose up a little higher. I wasn't quite on all fours. Embeth leaned down and with the fingers of one hand rubbing over my anus, dipped her head and took the tip of my cock in her mouth.

"Wait! Wait! Let me finish Audrey first!"

The words weren't out of my mouth before I was pistoning my fingers into Audrey's sopping, foamy juices. My hand was almost completely covered with her juices. And the smell of her aroused sex brought me to a full, throbbing hardon.

Audrey was struggling to turn her head and look at me. Or so I thought.

Her breathing was unquestionably labored, and I wondered how long I could keep her on the edge of coming. But Embeth wasn't waiting for me to finish Audrey. There was a sharp slap on my ass that prompted me to raise it higher for her. I did want to feel her mouth on my cock, and knew she'd be fingering me while she did it thereby heightening my own orgasm.

Taking her mouth off of me for a moment, Embeth giggled and said, "You really like this don't you?"

It was the second time she'd asked me and I delayed my answer until she stuck her finger up my ass and repeated the question.

"Shit, yeah... I like it a lot!"

She all but purred with satisfaction at that and covered my cock with her moist, warm mouth, sucking, licking and tonguing me.

I concentrated on getting Audrey off and lost track of Embeth, but heard her whisper, "Stay like that. I want to try something a little different."

I felt the bed shift slightly and it occurred to me that she might actually try using a dildo on me. I shrugged it off, since she was still sucking me off.

Audrey was nearing her cum, and I was occupied with helping her get there by jabbing my fingers into her swampy cunt.

Suddenly I felt what had to be a cock pressing against my asshole!

I whipped my head around and saw the guy who had been dancing with Audrey earlier. "What the fuck?" I roared, only to find myself pinned down by him and the two women.

"Fuck my woman... you think I'm gonna let you get away with it? Not gonna happen band boy!" His hips lurched forward and I was impaled on his well greased cock.

I was getting my ass reamed by the husband of one of the girls! It had been a trap, with the women as bait.

I caught a glimpse of Embeth from the corner of my eye. She was laughing and clapping her hands. He was in me!

He was fucking me, and I quit trying to do anything about it. The initial pain of entry was searingly sharp. But it grew less painful as I forced myself to relax.

I saw Audrey grab Embeth and position her so that they faced each other. Then she wrapped her legs around Embeth's and they started fucking, moving their legs in a scissors-like fashion. But what struck me was that they were both totally engrossed in watching the guy slamming his meat into me; and added to that, I was still rock hard. He came in my ass and pulled out, giving my ass a vicious parting slap.

Embeth pounced on my cock the moment he moved off the bed. I knew then that they had practiced this on other victims, perhaps many times.

And while she brought me needed relief, my rapist sat back on his haunches and told me he told me that he'd taken a liking to me while I was playing at the wedding.

Evidently, Audrey was his wife. Embeth was her sister. It seemed that they made a habit of seducing musicians the way they had me.

He told me I was free to fuck either of them as often as I liked for the remainder of the night.

"Oh, yeah?" I said, "And you'll shove it up my ass when the mood strikes you. No fucking thanks."

"No, no, buddy. I'm not touching your ass again. But like it or not you're gonna suck me off before you leave."

It was then that I saw the knife he held at his side. His tone told me that he'd use it on me if I failed to follow his orders.

"I came home and found you fucking my wife and God knows what you've done to my sister-in-law. You came at me with this knife. I took it away from you and you got cut up in the struggle."

Everyone was quiet while he allowed me to digest what he'd just said.

"How would you explain the fact that I was ass-fucked?" I asked.

"Why should I?" he replied. "It wasn't me. Maybe you had Audrey stick one of her dildos up your keister, the fuck do I care?"

Frustrated beyond belief, I could only curse him and then sigh as Audrey raised my flaccid dick to her lips and began worked me back to a respectable size. Embeth joined her and they double teamed my cock, licking, nipping and sucking me from my balls to the tip of my dick.

When I was fully engorged, Audrey politely asked me if I wanted to take her ass.

Unable to speak, I nodded and she presented her already greased up asshole to me. I mounted her in a haze of lust. And while I slammed into her rectum, visions of his cock entering my mouth flashed through my mind.

Suddenly I was being tapped on the shoulder. Now Embeth wanted me in her ass!

I went with the flow, slipping out of Audrey and into the tight sheath that was Embeth's ass. It was heavenly!

And so it went until I finally ejaculated into Audrey some ten minutes later.

I was still panting from all the exertion when he grabbed my left wrist and spun me around. He was stronger that I had thought him. Placing both hands on my head, he guided it to his throbbing cock. I really had no choice. Embeth was holding the knife for him if he required it. He didn't. I took him into my mouth and began to suck.

In the background I heard Audrey and Embeth laughing.

All in all it wasn't that bad. I even swallowed some of it. But I left them after that, and went home, showered and then got blind drunk.

I never picked up another woman at a band gig after that. Oh, I found my share all right, but that night kept me from taking home any strays that made passes at me.

I didn't want to chance a repeat of that night, and I never told anyone either. I'm dead and buried. I wrote this and left instructions to open it after I was gone to avoid the embarrassment I'd otherwise have felt.

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As he walked down towards the bar district of Konoha, Naruto ran a hand through his hair and over the soft leather collar that was once again around his neck. His finger tips played with the silver bell attached to the ring in the middle. His hand moved south, gently touching the straps and buckles on his black top, and finally stroked over the gray, black, white camouflage pants with all the straps and pockets. The hand then returned to the collar, and he played some more with the bell. The sound were familiar to him by now, and calming.

He tried to figure out when he started going out like this, to find the one thing all his friends like Gaara, Neji, Shikamaru, Kiba and all the others could not give him: sex, the raw animalistic sex that his now 19 year old shinobi body craved for almost daily.

Sure, Kiba was really good in bed, that was a well known fact in the whole village. Naruto had to admit that he had liked the dog boy taking him in doggy, pounding into him like there was no tomorrow, but it was just not enough.

Naruto had won over Kiba in the chuunin exam, so even if it was Kiba pounding into him, Naruto had already become the stronger of the two. It was fun, but once he had done it with Kiba, he'd kept searching. It was the same with the all the other chuunins and jounins, they were not enough for him. He needed more.

Then he had found one thing that lately had become a bad and dangerous habit in his life:

Even if Naruto himself was now a jounin, he had no thoughts of becoming ANBU, but the shinobi in those ranks turned him on so badly. All he had to do was to look at one of those muscular bodies of theirs, and he was getting horny.

They were deadly, calm and secret. They were all so much stronger then Naruto, even though he was a jounin, and he loved it, he loved the difference in power. The feeling of being totally helpless in the hands of those men, he craved for it, but in the beginning he didn't even know it. It was in one of those nights, dancing in one of those clubs, that he found out.

It had been crowded in the club, the Broken kunai, that friday night. Naruto was dancing, twisting and turning his tan body in rhythm to the loud music, rubbing himself against the dancers around him. He had a smile on his face, with no missions for three days forward he had all his plans of getting laid, and multiple times would only be considered a bonus.

He could see Genma dancing not far away from him, and just by dancing up to the jounin, and then turning his back into Genma's front, Naruto was letting his intentions be well known. Genma raised a eyebrow at the invitation, but smirked and soon started rubbing himself against the smooth body in front of him, running his hands over a muscular stomach.

Naruto had to throw his head back and moan, even if the sound of it was drowned out by the music. Having Genma behind him like this made him feel good, damn good, and he pushed himself closer to Genma's groin. Their dance soon turned into nothing less then sex with clothes still on. They were rubbing, groping, kissing and moving perfectly against each other.

Genma was dancing to the music, feeling the blonde man rub against him, feeling excited about what might happen later this night if he were lucky. The whole club was watching them, moving together in grace the way only ninjas on the dance floor can do, their strong bodies twisting and turning. They were both hard, and they let their hardness rub against the other as they danced, their dance turning more and more erotic with every beat in the music, with every beat of their hearts.

The two of them left the bar almost one hour later, and once outside, Genma pushed Naruto up against a wall in the nearest alley, kissing the younger ninja hard. He if anyone knew that the blond liked things a little rough, it was not his first time with the younger man. Naruto responded nicely to him, wrapping his legs around the waist of the older shinobi, and rubbing his groin against Genma's stomach, their tongues battling each other, hands roaming, groping.

It took a few moments for Genma to figure that something was wrong, not with Naruto, but with something around them...As he used his chakra to check their surroundings, he felt a wave of respect, and fear, come over him as a few chackra flares stroked against his mind. How he had managed to miss this he did not know, but someone had been watching them, and now this someone was letting Genma know that he was not invited any loger. He slowly ended his heated kiss with Naruto, and removed the blonde ninja's leg from his waist and put the boy down on the ground. Naruto gave him a good, nasty glare for the trouble.

"Genma, what the hell are you doing?" Those gorgeous blue eyes glared at him, and Genma smiled a small and very faked smile.

"Sorry kiddo, another night...maybe." And with a poof, Genma was long gone, leaving a very confused Naruto behind.

"That was...wait, he... damn you...Genma..!" Naruto just couldn't understand it, why the fuck had Genma just left like that? Everything was going fine, they where having a great time, right?

He looked up, and across the alley stood a man with his arms crossed, looking straight at Naruto. He felt a shiver go down his spine at the sight of that white tiger mask, grey armor, and long black gloves under those silver metal shields. For a few moments, Naruto felt himself forgetting how to breath, and Genma was a memory no longer important.

This man was an ANBU, a strong, quiet and highly deadly ANBU. And he was looking at Naruto like if he was the tigers next meal, making Naruto freeze on the spot, trapped in the spell.

The white tiger was moving, and too soon, he was no more then a breath away from Naruto's mouth. Strong hands suddenly gripped his hips, hard but gentle at the same time, and Naruto's breath hitched, eyes never leaving the tiger mask.

"Do you want to play with me tonight, Uzumaki Naruto?" And he leaned in, whispering in Naruto's ear, while pushing his body into the fox. "I promise to be rough enough for you to enjoy me." And under his mask the tiger ANBU licked his lips when looking at the living candy shivering in his hands.

Hearing his own name coming out so erotic from this ANBU nin somehow broke the no-thinking spell, and Naruto purred in delight of the offering. He smirked, leaning into the chest of his soon-to-be playmate and whispered back: "I'll hold you to that."

The white tiger ANBU purred back, pleased to have found himself a new toy, and groped Naruto's but cheeks hard before teleporting them both away from the alley and into what would change Naruto's everyday life.

...I had totally forgotten that I had written this. ^_^'' I found it on my computer just now.

Hmm...yeah, it is almost identical to my other stories...that annoys me. I need to kinda...break loose from this pattern.


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    Scarlett was born and raised by her rich parents at Blackberry Falls. During her childhood, there wasn’t any evidence that she was spoiled at all as her parents wanted to make sure that she had to earn the things that they wanted by helping with the chores around the home, or expanding their skillset as well as doing well in school. She took up dancing and music lessons where she mastered the violin. Though she did not truly live a sheltered life, Scarlett was allowed to go to her friends’ houses during off school hours and on weekends, provided that she kept up with her studies and her grades remained high. She along with her big sister Jasmine, they were most sought after girls in the neighborhood, but girls remained vigilant with their studies and didn’t fall into the temptations the girls faced with like sex. The only relief Scarlett had was a 10-inch dildo that her sister brought her to relieve those burning sensations while they slept. In fact, they have their first sexual experience with each other when Jasmine snuck in a lesbian porn movie. They fucked each other with the sex toys, keeping the taboo a secret from them. They maintained their virginity as well, afraid of scaring the parents of their relationship. This had led Scarlett to have several sexual relations with girls during middle school and it did not impacted her studies whatsoever as she graduated on top of her class. Her parents enrolled her in Saint Arc High School. Scarlett was somewhat sadden that they placed her in an all-girls school. In her first year, she met a girl called Tammy whom showed Scarlett where she could sneak out into Mercury High to check out the guys. She met her first boyfriend, a neko named Steve. He was a sweet fellow and quickly fell for this nice man. She lost her virginity by him two week later. She had never known such pleasure with a cock, and wanted more. The pair enjoyed a fruitful relationship, but that did not last long as Steve ignored her more and more as the schools was about to have Christmas break. It didn’t help that her boyfriend suddenly didn’t seem in the mood anymore. She eventually found out why. On the last day of school before holiday break, she had come back to the classroom to retrieve some stuff. Suddenly, the redhead heard moans six doors down and loud ones at that. When Scarlett opened the classroom door, she found that her boyfriend was having sex with a rival of Scarlett’s on the desk. Scarlett was saddened, shocked and horrified by the disgusting event in front of her. She can’t believe that this swine was fucking with another girl. Furious, she cancelled her plans to meet him during the Christmas holiday. She ran to Tammy’s house in tears, telling her everything that transpired. To cheer her best friend up, the human decided to take her to the club to introduce her to some well-endowed wolf anthros from Thorndown Univerity On Christmas night, Scarlett danced her frustrations away and the college-aged guys drove to a five-star hotel where they proceeded to have sex with her. Prior to that, the grey-furred wolf anthro slip a pill inside her drink so that she did not get pregnant from them and cause a major controversy that Scarlett turned herself into a party girl. He also invited his friends over to fuck her. The leader called on Steve on the phone while in the background the guys staged a scene where Scarlett pretends that she got raped by a group of ‘rapists’. Scarlett knew that the fool would come due to his good heart. She got something for him to remember her by. The neko boyfriend broke in and started hurling verbal abuse at the leader. He and his anthro friends tied him to a chair and proceeded to fuck Scarlett in front of Steve. Scarlett was definitely too pissed at him to care. As her name applies, she does have thorns if not careful. That fucking bastard wasn’t and granted a show that would stain his mind for a long time. The gang laughed at the poor boy’s futile attempt to ‘save’ Scarlett, but she slowly admitted in front of the fool that his cock wasn’t that great during their time together and declared that anthros’ cocks were one hundred times better than his. After an hour of cumming in and on her, the guys left the hotel satisfied, slipping her a few hundred dollars in cash. Scarlett officially ended her relationship with Steve. Aside from that heartache and revenge episode, the redheaded neko graduated from Saint Arc with the second highest grades in her class and was offered a numerous scholarships and decided to go to Thorndown University. She left for Thorndown University, with her parents paying for room and board towards her Business and Communications degrees with a minor in Techology. She made quick work of it, getting the usual high marks that her parents expected all along. While there, she had fucked many people, but did not get pregnant as she uses the pill weekly to prevent pregnancy. While in her senior year at the University, she met a wolf anthro.by the name of Kain. He introduced himself as the CEO of KainKern Enterprises and thought that Scarlett got the body and the skills for the business. After some small chitchat at a bistro, she entered his luxury car headed over to Champagne Studios to discuss further details of the business. He told her that she would being mainly for modeling but she also had to do some porn movies as well. Scarlett hesitated at first, thinking about walking away from an golden opportunity. To ease the beautiful redhead’s mind Kain fucked her hard and deep with his massive tool, making her a drooling met. Scarlett fucking with a CEO of a known company. What were the odds at that? But then things got even better when she was then passed around the other men would be her future co-workers on the set. They fucked well until all three holes were leaking with cum. When they finished, she looked up at Kain with a wry smile on her face and said that she’ll join the company. He fucked anally from behind during her contract signing, and then sealed it with by filling her butthole with his white spunk. It was the best feeling she ever had since being gangbanged by hunky anthros in high school. However, she still had to keep this on the downlow from her parents in which she managed nicely. After she graduated with all of her degrees, Scarlett immediately join Champagne Studios as a model and porn star. She has been working there for more than a year.
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You Asked: We're Not Very Good at Sex

You Asked: We're Not Very Good at Sex

Dear Sugar,

I have been married for a little over a year. Both my husband and I waited until we got married to have sex for the first time. As expected, we aren't very good at it. Additionally, since we dated for so long before marriage, the passion we initially had seems to have died down. My husband does not orgasm and takes a very long time in bed. I am not satisfied, and we end up just stopping because we are so tired. It leaves me feeling upset that neither of us are satisfied, which leaves us both feeling awkward and not interested in getting back on the saddle so to speak. I think my husband has something called "delayed ejaculation," and he has promised to eventually see a doctor if he can't resolve this issue on his own. I am disappointed that I have never been satisfied in bed and don't know how to get there. Any advice?

—Out of Lust Lenore

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Dear Out of Lust Lenore,

So you said that your husband doesn't orgasm. Does that mean he can never orgasm, or that he just takes a really long time to orgasm while having sex? If you suspect that he has delayed ejaculation, which means that he can't orgasm or ejaculate, it could be caused by a medical condition, such as trauma to the pelvic area or a side effect from taking certain medications. You won't know for sure though unless he sees a doctor, so this should be first on your list.

Delayed ejaculation can also be a psychological condition. Since you both waited to have sex until after marriage, he may have some issues with thinking that sex is wrong or sinful. If he feels like he shouldn't be having sex, then he's not going to be able to perform. Talk to him about how he's feeling, in a non-confrontational or non-judgmental way. You don't want him to feel like it's his fault, because that will only make him more self-conscious.

If it's not a medical problem, and it turns out that he's just nervous, then seeing a sex therapist or going to couples therapy would be really beneficial. They'll help your hubby get to the root of his feelings and give you some ideas as to how to spice things up in the bedroom. Whatever you do, don't give up or let the fire fizzle out completely. The more you have sex, the more you'll feel comfortable experimenting with each other. It might take a while to work out the kinks, but with open communication, patience, and the eagerness to try, I have full faith that you two will end up having a very satisfying love life. Good luck, Lenore.

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"H Ring"

I was laying there in his arms, nearly exhausted from his fucking, and he leaned over me with a grin. He had a silicone rubber ring in his hand-much wider than required by any finger-holding it for me to see. He turned it over and showed me there was a silicone nub on the side-in the form of an H. He stroked my belly lightly with his fingers while he told me it was especially made using my initial-and that he wanted me to brand him as mine.

I was sighing as he stroked my belly, and my cock was rising-I wanted him to fuck me again. He leaned over and kissed me, and while he was doing so, he was pulling the ring down over my dick head. It went down over the bulb and lodged just under the rim of the glans. He held his hand there, over the cock ring, and encircling my hardening cock. He held me closely embraced to him with his arm. I trembled in his arms. My hips started to move, slowly churning, as he loosened his grip on my cock and began stroking me up and down in his hand, rubbing that H across his cream-slathered fingers. He lowered his lips to my nipple and closed his teeth over it, and I arched my back and groaned. And then he was kissing me on the lips again, deeply. I felt the weight of his body shifting and he was swinging his leg over my body, encasing my pelvis between his thighs. Positioning his channel on my cock bulb.

He had never given himself to me before; it had always been him mastering me. He had told me he loved me and I had laughed. But he had told me that he would show me that he was mine.

He was sliding down my pole, shuddering, the H of the cock ring rubbing his channel walls, branding him from the inside as mine-forever. He was riding me hard, arching his back, crying out "Oh Godddd!" Fucking himself on the H ring.

"Ring on the Sly"

"I don't know, Becca, which do you think we should hit first? I heard there were a few new Vera Wangs at Clementine, but that bangly thing I told you about is at Pinks, I think. And you know how fast things go from their shelves. Do you . . .?"

"Don't know about Pinks; the last time we were in there, that sales girl was a little snotty, you know," Chrissy cut into the gushing of her old college roommate Rebecca, "I don't want to miss getting to Annette Dean's. Maybe . . ."

"And shoes-and a bag to go with them. Gotta get to Occasionally. And Lex's; I've been thinking about . . ."

"Ladies, ladies, the Carytown stores won't be open all night. You begged to meet here in Richmond so you could shop while you caught up on your college days. So, go off and shop. Get out there and buy." Barry Holden was smiling, but only on the surface.

Barry's wife, Rebecca, and her College roommate Chris Worthington insisted on these "catch up" outings twice a year, and they got more involved and more expensive each year. Not that Barry begrudged the money. His boat storage business in Norfolk was doing very well-very well indeed. The Worthingtons-Chris and her husband Stan-lived in Northern Virginia, where Chris was a realtor and Stan was undersecretary of somethingorother in Washington, D.C. The two couples had met this time on neutral ground, in Richmond, Virginia, where the girls wanted to shop in the artsy fartsy Carytown district, and both couples were booked at the swank Jefferson Hotel for the long holiday weekend.

A waiter drifted by one more time to see if they wanted anything else. Stan had already paid the bill. It had been his turn. Barry paid the previous night for dinner right before the girls trotted off to an opera performance both husbands had refused to subject themselves to. The two couples were sitting in the best restaurant in Richmond-or at least one of the most expensive ones-tj's, the dining room of the Jefferson hotel. Both husbands had been forced to suit up, which neither one was all that wild about.

"Have you heard about Heidi Story?" Chris picked up their conversation as if Barry hadn't commented at all. "Under new management, I've heard. I hope that means they've brought in more petites."

Rebecca was taken aback slightly. She didn't know whether or not that was a dig; Chrissy had been good with such smiling backstabs in college. Rebecca was painfully aware that she would never fit in a petite size again. "We need to check out that new store, Eurotrash," she countered. "Anything with a name like . . ."

Barry looked over at Stan for some sort of help in getting the women going. But Stan was just sitting there, looking inscrutable, smiling his secret little smile, and looking benignly and with more than a bit of derision on the field of chattering woman at the surrounding tables-and not least at the magpies at his own table.

But then Stan caught Barry's look of desperation and lifted his hand and started moving a ring on his finger around and around, smiling at Barry. It was a Stan mannerism Barry knew so well, and it always stopped him in his tracks and made his blood boil. Stan was frequently given to such cocksure mannerisms.

The ring itself was a rather strange one-made of some sort of stretchy gold mesh that would expand to accommodate any size digit, and it had a sizable golden bead as its ornament. Not for the first time Barry wondered where Stan had gotten it. But the Worthingtons traveled abroad extensively with Stan's work, so it could have come from any exotic market worldwide.

". . . you know, the red-spangled jacket that women a few rows down from us at the Landmark Theater last night," Chris was babbling. "We may have to go over to Dillard's in the mall for that. Maybe on the way out of . . ."

"Did you enjoy the opera?" Barry cut in. His head would explode, he thought, if these ditzy women didn't stop talking about shopping and started doing something about it. He might just have a nervous breakdown if he couldn't get them out of the hotel soon. "Neither one of you have said anything about the Opera. What did you see? Was the music good?" Maybe if he changed the subject for a second, it would break the logjam and they'd start moving out.

Rebecca gave him a blank look. How stupid of me, Barry thought. They were together; they had no idea what opera was playing. They were caught up in each other. It's the same no matter when or where they meet. Anything else happening around them was lost to them.

But then Barry chuckled at that thought and gazed over at Stan again, who was still giving him that inscrutable smile and twisting that ring of his around on his finger.

Chrissy swept in to save the day. "It was OK, but the soprano was a little flat-of voice that is, she was so top heavy I have no idea why she didn't tip over into the audience. So, what did you two do while we were gone? Stan? You said you wanted to watch a game on the TV. What . . .?"

"Oh, I just screwed around," Stan said, smiling wanly at his wife. "Just screwed around for a while."

"And you?" Rebecca turned to Barry.

"Oh, me too," Barry said. "I . . . um . . . just screwed around too." He took the remainder of the water in his crystal glass in one gulp for whatever diversion he could manage. A waiter promptly stepped forward and refilled the goblet-the mark of a great restaurant, pristine service even after the tip had been paid.

If only you knew, if only you knew, Barry thought. And then he sighed and looked at Stan, sitting there, also smiling, twisting that ring, while the women resumed their shopping plans.

It was the first time Stan had used the ring, and the novelty of it had sent Barry over the edge, making the experience much more arousing and climatic than last Christmas at the Homestead while the women were horseback riding and Stan had brought out those beads on a string. He and Stan had been stretched out on the bed alongside each other, naked, in Stan's hotel room. Stan was always the one in control. Barry always had gone to Stan, and they never were finished until Stan was fully satisfied. And Stan was always inventive and full of surprises.

Barry had been laying inside Stan's embrace and Stan was stroking Barry's cock languidly. Stan already was ready, condom in place, and Barry's body was moving in waves of pleasure, in rhythm with the slow pumping of his cock under Stan's always-expert attention. Stan was using that ring of his-the golden bead nub-rubbing it around on pressure points of Barry's cock, running it down the length of him to the root and applying pressure, moving it under Barry's balls and across his perineum, rimming Barry's twitching, soon-to-be blissfully filled hole. It was driving Barry to distraction.

"Oh, god, Stan. That ring. That hard bead. Oh, god, oh, god," Barry moaned.

"Like that, do you, Barry?" Stan whispered, smiling his inscrutable smile. "Know a secret about this ring, Barry?"

"Oh god, no . . . yesssss, there, like that. No, tell me the secret, Stan. Ohhhhhhh . . ."

"Here. Take the ring off my finger, Barry. Just pull on it. The gold mesh will expand. There, wasn't that easy? Now, open it up and slide it down over my cock head. Go ahead, it will expand. Yes, yes, like that. You're trembling, Barry. Are you beginning to understand? Just down beyond the rim of the bulb. Now your leg. Here let me help you. lift it up my chest. Move like this. Open to me, baby."

"Oh, Stan . . ." Moan.

"See the golden bead? See where I've moved it. You know what it will be making love to when I enter you . . . like . . . this?"

"Ohhhhh. Ahhhh. Stannnnnn! . . . Oh GAWD!"

"Barry, my coat."

"Eh, what?" Barry asked, snapping out of his reverie and realizing that the women had risen, at last, and Chrissy already had her coat on. And the women weren't the only things that had risen. Stan had his hand under the table-and on Barry's engorging cock through the cloth of his suit trousers. The golden bead on the ring had been twisted to the underside of Stan's hand so that it rubbed up and down along the length of Barry's hardening cock. Stan was smiling that inscrutable smile of his.

"My coat, honey. You are sitting on the tail of my coat."

Barry moved his butt off his wife's coat-pushing his crotch closer into Stan's hand. He thought he might feint on the spot. Barry's mind was silently screaming. Could those damn hens just get out of here so he and Stan could get back up to the room before he creamed his shorts?

"So, what are you guys going to do while we're shopping?" Rebecca tossed over her shoulder as she and Chrissy, arm in arm, started out on their afternoon shopping spree in Carytown.

Stan looked up, graced them with his inscrutable smile, and murmured, "Oh, something will come up, I'm sure. It always does."

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your first time w/ connor

A/N: hey guys!  so anon requested this, sorry this took me soon long to write, but its probably one of the longest ones I’ve written. id like to thank snog-a-con for helping me find inspiration to write this.

also waring: sexual content and a bit of a visual (not that graphic i promise) and blah blah if you don’t want to read about having sex with Connor i wouldn’t recommend reading (;

it was the week before uni and you couldnt be more excited, this was the college that was your first pick. but thats not the only reason you were excited. you have been dating connor through the internet, and all other sources of communication; you were finally meeting him for the first time. you had met him through twitter and you guys went back and forth on twitter and snapchat until you both were at the point of needing each other’s number. you and him texted back and forth for a while until you confessed that you had feelings for him, them thankfully being mutual. you began facetiming and doing everything you could as far as talking on a daily basis. you had planned out a few skype/facetime dates but they were always really relaxed ordering pizza at the same time or even just talking for over an hour. now you were taking a flight out to him, also due to the fact he was only a 2 hour drive to where your university is. you were beyond nervous to see him face to face for the very first time. you had all of your things packed up since you were staying the weekend at his and then you would head to university early to set things up. he texted you knowing that you had to drive to the airport soon. the text reading “ hi baby, have a nice flight. cant wait to see you xx” making you smile and responding with a “thanks babe,see you soon xx” before slipping your iphone and headphones in your pocket and heading to the airport. the flight was supposed to be a quick one only a little over an hour. you didnt have any bags that needed to be checked or anything like that since you just had a carry on. you sat in the gates area reading the sign saying the flight took off in 15 minutes and theyd be boarding soon. you shot your boyfriend a text before getting on the plane “ see you in an hour, getting on the plane now (:”, quickly getting a response “ill be waiting outside of the gates, have a safe trip”

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your flight went by relatively fast because you were just sat watching a movie the whole time intill you were interupted by the announcement about the plane landing. you quickly turned your phone back on whilst popping a piece of gum in your mouth, because no matter how many times you flew you still werent a fan of the landing part. finally you made it off the plane and looked everywhere for your boyfriend still unseen. you felt a squeeze on your body from behind “hi” he whispered cutely. you knew by the voice exactly who it was and quickly turned around to look into his blue eyes. “youre, youre here. i just i cant belive youre actually in front of me.” you said in pure shock. “yes im here, babygirl” he said smiling bringing his hand to your cheek. “you look even more beautiful in person” he said in a voice only the two of you could hear, just before leaning down to kiss you. this caused you to drop your bags and grab his face kissing him back. he slowly pulled back both of you out of breath “ive wanted to do that for so long, you have no idea” he said smiling. “i think i have a pretty good idea” you sassed back making him chuckle. “come on lets go, thats all your stuff right?” he said looking at your rather large backpack on the floor. “yup,thats all ive got” you said picking up your backpack.

the two of you finally made it back to his apartment and it was a relief, most of it was actually because of course you believed that he was real and everything but it was a bit scary because you were meeting for the first time ever. now that you know everything is legit it was sort of calming. “hey, um where should i put my stuff?” you questioned. “well you can put it in my room if you want, but i mean you dont have to sleep in the same bed if that makes you uncomfortable i can sleep on the couch this weekend” he rambled. “relax, no ones sleeping on the couch” you laughed a little. you put away your stuff and saw your boyfriend sitting on the couch watching whatever it was that was on tv. you sat crisscross on the couch next to him trying to see if he was paying attention. “hey Y/N, you wanna watch a movie?” he said looking over at you. “only if my boyfriend will cuddle with me” you said trying to be cute. “deal” he laughed moving over to be closer with you. he turned on a random movie and you guys

sat there watching the movie for a while until you ended up just looking up at him in happiness. he caught your eyes with his own and leaned down to kiss you again, but this kiss was different then the one at the airport it was so much more intense. you kissed him back with everything you had. before you knew it you were in the midst of a makeout session and you were on top of him and he pulled away. “we should stop, if we go any further i dont know if i could stop myself from going too far” he said sweetly. “what if i wanna go too far” you challenged. “i just dont want you to feel like you have to or anything like that.” he said rubbing your sides. “there has been nobody ive ever wanted to do this with more, trust me this is what i want” you say confidently. “i know this may sound rushed, but i love you and i wanna make sure that you wont regret this later.” he said in a calm yet worried voice. “ do you just not wanna have sex with me? is that the issue here?” you said getting irritated. “no,no of course not. you’re fucking beautiful and id be honored to have sex with you baby girl” he said kissing you deeply. “but let me lead” he whispered in your ear before the both of you were flipped positions on the couch. “maybe we should take this to your room” you giggled as he was peppering kisses all over your neck.

before you knew it he playfully lifted you up and leaded you to his bedroom. he put you down only to rid himself of his shirt and lightly press you to the bed kissing down your neck causing little whimpers to leave your lips. you reached to pull your shirt over your head but his hands stopped you. “let me” he said sweetly, whilst lightly lifting your shirt over your head and putting it on the floor. he held your face as if it was glass, with the most sensitive and delicate touch and looked into your eyes with love evident in his face. “beautiful” he whispered before kissing you again and again; on your lips, on your neck, on your chest, and trailing all over your stomach. “i want you to know that every inch of you is absolutely beautiful, and im going to cherish every inch of your body” he said smoothly running his hands behind your back ridding yourself of your bra. once the bra was off of your body you heard a noise come from connor that you’ve never heard him make in your entirety of knowing him. he cupped your breasts in his hand rubbing you and running his thumb over the sensitive skin, causing you to shut your eyes in pleasure. “does that feel good princess” he said in a low voice. you let out a strangled moan. “just enjoy it,hm” he said before putting his mouth where his hands were making your mind block out everything besides him. your hands gripped onto the sheets not knowing where to put your hands. he placed your hands in his hair in response causing you to run and pull your fingers through his hair. he slowly made his way to where your waistband was as he fiddled with the button on your jeans and looked up at you almost asking for permission. you nodded your head causing him to pull your jeans and underwear down and off of your body.

his head was between your legs bringing you to a state of ecstasy  your hands in his hair moaning out like you never thought you would but the pleasure took over your body.

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your high was approaching when you felt the lost of contact making you gasp in confusion making him chuckle and leading his lips back to your neck relaxing you. “when you come baby, i want to be inside you” he said before separating your bodies only to take his pants off along with his boxers. he came close to you kissing you with passion before speaking to you again “you’re absolutely sure about this right?” he said searching for any sign of doubt from you. “i’m positive, as crazy as it may seem i love you too babe” you said kissing him with everything you had. he grabbed a condom and pulled it on himself before entering you. “sh,baby i know its gonna hurt in the beginning but im gonna go slow okay?” he said softly caressing your face. he wasn’t lying, he took it slow and it was painful in the begining but once you got past that you felt extreme pleasure throughout your body. “shit con, you can go faster, please” you said almost sounding desperate. you didnt need to tell him twice because after that he went so fast you swear your legs were shaking. you could feel your high approaching again and you gripped on the back of his neck, your head falling back. “just let it go, babygirl.” he said in a soothing tone before both of you rode out your highs and he pulled out to lay next to you.

you looked down to see you bled all over the sheets, you were absolutely mordified and shut you eyes murming words along the lines of “fuck” and “shit”. “babe whats wrong?” he said looking over to you. “im sorry, i kinda um” you said glancing down embarassed. “its alright, we can change the sheets its not a big deal. its normal babygirl dont be embarassed” he said kissing you. him as well as yourself put some clothes on before changing the sheets and throwing the stained ones in the dirty clothes. you had underwear and a random shirt you found on top of the dresser of what you assumed was his shirt. “cute” he commented on the shirt making you laugh. after everything you and connor headed to bed and slept intertwined with each other.


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