Adult Sex Contacts in Penicuik

It’s amazing how you can find horny sluts in Penicuik that want local men to fuck them.

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As well as her we also have lots of other females that are looking for causal sex in Penicuik so you can see them below. Most are so desperate for sex that they will do almost anything so anal, oral and group sex are often on offer.

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So there are lots of women and men looking to meet up for casual sex in Penicuik with most being desperate for sex and willing to try almost anything. That’s the fun of adult dating, it’s all about having fun and not having to worry about anything else (always practice safe sex). In conclusion, getting great casual sex online is a simple task like you have never imagined. But it all depends on your tactics of talking to the person you meet online since helshe is a total stranger.

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I quickly found that she meant that quite literally. She refused to let anything separate her from the ocean, including a swimsuit. I was surprised I hadn't noticed her floating breasts in the water previously. 'I want to be fucked like a whore!' 'I would love to feel the delicious feeling of having my cunt fucked over and over until it overflows with cum!'...to submit my vagina to the power of a thrusting penis! To be helpless to stop the pleasure in my cunt when a strange cock is fucking me!

I love so many things about casual sex. The joy, tension of what to expect! My shuddering of my body, the excitement of getting fucked! I love every moment of it. This is an experience of mine!

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He doesn't take her out on romantic dates, he doesn't talk to or pay enough attention to her. He is always attending business meetings. So instead of having a girl that breathes down his neck, the man with a busy lifestyle will prefer casual sex. Many of the ladies and gentlemen you find on the casual sex sites are either married or they are in a relationship. So, they don’t want it to last longer since they don’t want to be known by their partners. Women want to fuck in the most complex and fascinating ways. Pussies can think of the most creative orgasms that blow your mind and body. And when they become liberated from shame, guilt or fear of embarrassment, nothing can stand in the way of achieving their amazing fuck-fantasies.

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She was surprised to see such a big tool. Mark gently pinched her nipple to which she said Ahhhhh!!!!, as she opened her mouth to say ahhhhhh , mark put his whole dick into her mouth. Listening to the noises Paul came to room after getting fresh. He was just wearing a towel seeing that Magda got an idea that she was gonna be fucked by two men. Promise to use a condom unless you want to be ignored. This will increase his/her confidence to meet and have sex with you since helshe will be assured of a safe sexual exercise. Most of them are worried about your health status since they have never met you or they don’t want the casual sex activity to result in pregnancy, so promising to use a condom will add you marks.

If he is successful, the better. Especially if he has to put on a business suit often, as I love a man in uniform. I groaned out in pure pleasure as she ravenously sucked my large, hard cock! She seemed posessed, sucking it faster and faster, moaning loudly, spit running down the sides of her mouth, stroking it faster and faster. My head was bent back in pure pleasure.

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They weren't exactly subtle. Her breasts were ideal in size: not too big, not too small. Her erect nipples jutted out from them as they gently bobbed up and down in the current. I must have been staring, because I was disrupted from my trancelike state by her laugh. When you consider the way that exclusive 3/100 men comprehend ladies and how to legitimately approach and handle their collaborations with ladies, it's not astonishing that many ladies search for sex accomplices as it were.

Then, one final thrust, and the last of my cum shot into her. I stayed rigid for a few seconds, then collapsed on top of her, out of breath. She held on to me tightly, and kept muttering "Oh God!...Oh God!...Oh my God!" Before we start with the evaluation of the men that are available for casual sex, let me tell you a truth. Men are dumb people, well majority of them. They want to press your boobs and fuck you like a dog but they never know how to proceed or when to pop up the question. This is how you are put in power. Now keeping in mind this particular fact, let us proceed towards the things to consider before finding a dick for casual encounters. "Mmm, oh yes," I moaned as I laid back against the pillows and he positioned himself between my legs. He grabbed my feet and I let my knees fall to the sides. He then rested my left foot on his shoulder as he used his free hand to grab his cock and slide it up and down my slit.

So if Penicuik is not the location in Lothian that you are looking for then we also cover the other areas on our other pages.

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People sometimes say that we will know feminism has done its job when half the CEOs are women. That’s not feminism; to quote Catharine MacKinnon, it’s liberalism applied to women. Feminism will have won not when a few women get an equal piece of the oppression pie, served up in our sister’s sweat, but when all dominating hierarchies - including economic ones - are dismantled.
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One thing that continues to be frustrating is using intercourse as the sexual benchmark for these studies. Why are we measuring the start of sexuality by a penis going into a vagina? First,  it’s a heterosexual framework, leaving out a chunk of the sex-having population. But also, our V-Card Diaries story collection is full of young women writing that everything they did pre-intercourse was pleasurable, but intercourse itself was a let down.

No surprise: that’s not how most women orgasm, especially when they’re first starting to have sex. But the study insists on measuring women’s pleasure by how much they enjoyed intercourse, and then they’re actually surprised that it’s so low. Please let’s stop selling intercourse the big sexual prize for women and recognize there are lots of ways to have sex that don’t involve a penis in a vagina. READ MORE

The physical act of being that intimate with someone is horrifying for me.

My story is… I have no story. Technically, I suppose, I’m still a virgin. Never allowed myself to be touched in this way, never been kissed or allowed myself to be kissed. It’s not as if I haven’t had offers for it. One boyfriend was so passionate and insistent it alarmed me, but nothing happened because I was completely uninterested. It may have just been the hormones, I don’t know: Once sex crowded into the room, I stopped listening. He treated it as an area of “finding out.” If my lips flushed, he KNEW I was aroused. Sadly, he always got it wrong. My disinterested nature didn’t help, of course. It does play against my passionate nature.

I think it’s an area of personal space I’m very sensitive about, and dislike it being invaded. The physical act of being that intimate with someone is horrifying for me. So, I think the person I would want would have to be something special- otherwise I could never go through with it. Read more here

As it turns out, when you post an ad as a 22-year-old redheaded virgin, people get interested really quickly.

I grew up in an exceedingly conservative home. Sure, we watched mainstream TV and went to public schools, but we were taught at home and at church that sex was a dirty secret meant for marriage. While I never adhered to the ‘premarital sex is dirty’ mantra, I personally chose not to engage in any partnered sexual activity while I was a teenager. The year I turned 22, I decided I was ready. The only problem was, everyone I knew was super religious, in a relationship, or not at all attractive to me.

I turned to the anonymous classifieds site Craigslist to help get me started. As it turns out, when you post an ad as a 22-year-old redheaded virgin, people get interested really quickly. I received 1800 responses in 3 hours.  Read more here…

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A story of virginity, awakening and ancient erotic rituals

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The priestess’s magical prestidigitations soon opened Claudia like the petals of a glistening flower. Her finger touched the entrance of her small pink slit, gently at first, rubbing, sliding through the girl’s own wetness. Then she probed deeper, just entering inside her vagina, feeling her tightness squeeze her fingertip. She poured more warm oil on her mound, letting it seep and dribble into her folds, massaging it into her slowly widening hole, as she gently slid in and out.

Her finger had penetrated to her knuckle when she felt a springy little obstruction in the smooth passage, and Claudia flinched. Some girls who took the Rite had no hymens, but that wasn’t important. For those who believed in the Way of the Fawn, virginity was a state of inexperience rather than innocence. A state of mind, that you had either embraced your sexuality, or you hadn’t. The meaning of the Rite wasn’t the deflowerment of young women, but their empowerment. Those fortunate enough to take part would have a memorable first sexual experience, far better than the uncomfortable fumblings in the dark that happened after one too many amphora of wine.

There was one last lingering kiss from the priestess between Claudia’s legs, and then she helped the woozy girl to her feet, and escorted her towards the sound of drums…

The ceremonial chamber was at the back of the temple, and entered through what looked like a fissure in bare rock. Carved into stone above its entrance were six words:

“Speluncam ire times… Aurea quaeris est.”

In the cave you fear to enter… lies the gold you seek.

Drumming reverberated around the small intimate chamber, a slow, processional, almost martial beat, thumped out by players elsewhere. The chamber was unoccupied and surprisingly sparse, without statues, tapestries or sacred adornments. Its walls were hidden by darkness; the space being illuminated by three large bronze mirrors angled towards a hole in the far wall, through which the afternoon sun streamed in impressive crepuscular beams, which were thrown by the mirrors down onto a single spot in the middle of the room.

On the floor, in the centre of this pool of light, was a long slab of white marble. Its base was only ankle high, and a foot length’s wide, and in its centre the stone had been sculpted into life-sized phallus. It had been sculpted erect, its bulbous head pointing towards the heavens, its oiled surface glistening with a golden hue in the reflected light.

The priestess lead Claudia by the hand towards the phallus, and as she entered the pool of light she could feel the sun’s warmth tickle her skin. Kneel here… the priestess suggested, pointing out the two hollows on each side of the slab where she should place her knees. Claudia did as she was instructed, sinking to her knees, so that her wet lips hovered just above the head of the marble phallus. Despite being just an inanimate shaft of stone, Claudia looked between her legs and could almost sense the cock’s eerie intention; it meant to penetrate her. It made her feel rather light-headed.

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Better latex than never: A beginner’s guide to ‘rubberdolling’

In previous blogs I have looked at doll fetishism (i.e., individuals that derive sexual pleasure and arousal from dolls and doll-like objects) and the ‘reborn baby doll’ phenomenon (i.e., individuals who collect and look after liefelike baby dolls). Today’s blog examines the world of ‘rubberdolling’ – the practice of individuals dressing up head-to-toe as a rubber doll. As far as I am aware, there is no academic research on rubberdolling although there are clearly psychological and behavioural overlaps with other more academically researched areas including transvestic fetishism, rubber/latex fetishism, and sadomasochism. In fact, many people might view such activity as ‘extreme cross-dressing’ where men (but occasionally females) transform themselves into walking talking dolls, completely concealing their real identities. According to the Latex Wiki entry on rubberdolling:

“A doll (a.k.a. Rubber doll, rubberdoll, rubberdolly, v. dolling, v. rubberdolling) is a latex fetishist whose desire is to acquire the appearance of a doll, usually a female doll, through a mostly latex costume that completely covers the face and skin… A doll’s suit is often a catsuit, which might have been specifically designed to mimic a store mannequin or a blow-up doll. Common colours thus include approximations of skin tones, white and black (for a Heavy Rubber look)…For nude (a nude doll, that is) applications the suit may feature blow-up-doll-like openings with insertable pouches. Some manufacturers offer catsuits designed to look like a blow-up doll. These might include inflatable bosom, hips or other regions to enhance the visual effect of an artificial doll – or to give a male wearer the shape of a female”.

Rubberdolling is relatively new phenomenon that has come to the fetishistic fore over the last two decades. Most rubberdollers attribute the rise of rubberdolling to the work of German fetish photographer Peter Czernich who started the fetish magazines Marquis and Heavy Rubber. Rubberdollers are typically encased in latex rubber with exaggerated and accentuated Barbie-type female features (i.e., huge breasts, incredibly small waists, exaggerated thighs and hips, elongated fingernails, extra long eyelashes, bright and excessive make-up, etc.). Typically, the only areas of human flesh that remain uncovered are holes for the eyes, nose and mouth. According to an article on rubberdolling at the Rubber World Rendezvous website, there are four basic categories to which rubberdolling can apply:

  • Submissive dolls: This is where individuals dress up as a rubber doll as part of a submissive role within a sadomasochistic relationship. Here the doll acts as a service submissive/slave and is utilized by others (usually the dominant partner) for their own sexual entertainment purposes. The dominant partner controls everything that the doll does and the costume often restricts the doll’s movements. The doll essentially becomes totally objectified and is at the total mercy of their dommes or mistresses. Here, rubberdolls may also be engaging in the behaviour as part of an encasement and/or rubber bondage fetish.
  • Sissy dolls: This is where individuals dress up as a fetishistic ‘sissy’ rubber doll within the transgender and transvestite community. The activity may also be part of ‘cosplay’ (i.e., costume play). As the article at the Rubber World Rendezvous website claims, these people use “the rubber doll theme as a vehicle for play, disguise, sissification, cross dressing…This generally follows a common theme of Forced Femme or being turned into a female doll animate or inanimate. Again shape altering garments and female masks figure in this identity change. Many equate this to being turned into a Barbie Doll. Many [transvestites] who like shiny materials are now dressing in Latex and rubber as part of their look and while not wearing masks they are considered a rubber doll”.
  • Show dolls: This is where individuals dress up as a rubber doll for exhibition purposes and may be part of either the BDSM and/or transvestite and transgender communities. In sadomasochistic relationships, show dolls are made to look as pretty as possible by their dommes or mistresses to show off to others in the rubberdolling scene (e.g., at fetish balls). Here, the dominant partner may actually play with the submissive as if it was a real doll. Show dolls are typically female in appearance, and the female form is accentuated and exaggerated.
  • Art dolls: This is where individuals dress up as a rubber doll as an art form or art statement (i.e., a piece of ‘living art’ or ‘street theatre’) and may have nothing to do with sex or fetishistic sex (i.e., it is purely about seeing the doll from an aesthetic perspective). Such dolls may also be used to feature in fetish photography magazines (of which there seem to be a growing array based on what I came across while researching this article).

So how does someone actually transform another person into a doll? The Rubber World Rendezvous claims:

“This is done through dressing the subject in latex rubber garments and specialty items to change their form and look. Generally the basis for all of the forms of rubber doll is the female type cat suit which has a tight waist, bust cups for breast forms or attached inflatable breasts. The cut of the suit is usually female. Add to this the bra, breasts and padded hips along with a female mask and wig (if required) you have a basic naked doll. From here one dresses the doll however you desire to achieve the look you want”.

The Latex Wiki entry on rubberdolling claims that some people attempt to use (“and have variably succeeded”) the outer shells of blow-up sex dolls as full body suits. However, it then goes on to say that most inflatable dolls are too small to totally engulf someone, but that some varieties are reasonably life size. Blow-up dolls are usually made from materials such as PVC and latex, and therefore are not always sufficiently flexible for comfortable wear. The same article also claims that looners (i.e., balloon fetishists) may use heated air to stretch various plastic inflatables whilst retaining the proportions of the object close to original.

There is little in the way of an established literature on rubberdolling although there are quite a few rubberdollers that have their own webpage. One of the more interesting (and in-depth) ones is the Swedish Rubber Puppett site. The site’s owner is very open and reflective about his rubberdolling and I reproduce here what he has to say in his own words:

“I am a rubberdoll from the very south part of Sweden with a deep love for latex. I created this site to be able to reach out to other latex lovers and to make new friends all over the world. The rubber scene in Sweden is quite limited, especially if you are into dolling. I have been into latex and anything tight and shiny for as long as I can remember and some time ago I dressed up as a doll and I instantly felt this was my ‘thing’…Many people think of a rubberdoll as something passive and submissive, which is often the case. However, I am neither passive nor submissive and do this for entirely different reasons. For me it is all about dressing up and [transforming] myself into a different character. Perhaps this is similar to people who are into cosplay…Like an exhibitionist I love the way people turn their heads and look at me, some with fascination and some with fear in their eyes”.

Arguably the most interesting part of Rubber Puppett’s account is where he talks about where his love of dressing in rubber came from. He reported that:

I have been into rubber, latex and all shiny and tight things for as long as I can remember. As a young child I loved to dress up in rain clothes. I can remember the nice feeling I got the first time I tried a couple of waders. Now I am more focused towards latex, but I am still quite fond of those things, especially rubber boots. It wasn’t until I left home to study that I came into contact with latex…I did like the look of it and I decided to buy some simple garments for me and my girlfriend. I instantly fell in love with the tight feeling of the rubber clothes, the smell and the look of them. I soon ordered some more latex clothes such as hoods, stockings and dresses. When I first saw myself in the mirror wearing a hood I was instantly hooked. Since that day I have worked on my rubberdoll persona to create my fantasy woman”.

Based on what I have read elsewhere, I wouldn’t describe this account of rubberdolling as typical (and neither does he). Whether any academic research ever gets carried out on the topic remains to be seen, but it’s certainly an area that is of psychological interest.

Dr Mark Griffiths, Professor of Gambling Studies, International Gaming Research Unit, Nottingham Trent University, Nottingham, UK

Further reading

Latex Wiki (2011). Doll. Located at: http://www.latexwiki.com/index.php?title=Doll

Rubber Puppett (2012). About Rubber Puppett. Located at: http://rubberpupett.com/about.html

Rubber World Rendezvous (2013). Frequently asked questions. Located at: http://www.rubberdollworldrendezvous.com/faq.php

A range of air styles: A brief overview of inflatophilia

According to the online Opentopia encyclopedia, inflatophilia refers to a sexual fetish in which individuals derive sexual attraction to (or are sexually aroused by) inflatable objects and/or toys. Most people’s conception of an inflatophile may be rooted in fictional characters from popular culture. For instance, I remember very vividly listening to the track Be My Girl – Sally on The Police’s debut LP Outlandos D’Amour about a man who fell in love with an inflatable doll.

And then by lucky chance I saw in a special magazine

An ad that was unusual, the like I’d never seen

“Experience something different with our new imported toy

She’s loving, warm, inflatable and a guarantee of joy.”

She came all wrapped in cardboard, all pink and shrivelled down

A breath of air was all she needed to make her lose that frown

I took her to the bedroom and pumped her with some life

And later in a moment that girl became my wife

And so I sit her in the corner and sometimes stroke her hair

And when I’m feeling naughty I blow her up with air

She’s cuddly and she’s bouncy, she’s like a rubber ball

I bounce her in the kitchen and I bounce her in the hall

And now my life is different since Sally came my way

I wake up in the morning and have her on a tray

She’s everything they say she was and I wear a permanent grin

And I only have to worry in case my girl wears thin

A more literary (but ultimately similar) account was provided by Bryan Ferry when he sung on Roxy Music’s In Every Dream Home A Heartache (and featuring the seminal concluding lyric “I blew up your body/but you blew my mind!“). However, inflatophiles are not restricted to blow-up dolls but may be sexually aroused and excited by one or more inflatable objects such as beach and swimming pool inflatables (beach balls, swimming rings, air mats, lilos, etc.) and animal inflatables (e.g., blow up dolphins). The Opentopia article claims that inflatophiles are most attracted and turned on by inflatables that are animal-shaped (although there is no supporting evidence for the claim).

The fetish appears to have psychological and behavioural overlaps with balloon fetishism (that I covered in a previous blog), and like ‘looners’ (i.e., balloon fetishists), inflatophiles have been categorized into one of three sub-types. According to the Opentopia article, these three groups are based on the activity preference related to the inflatable object(s) and comprise:

  • Poppers: These individuals derive sexual pleasure and arousal from ‘popping’ (i.e., puncturing) their inflatable objects and/ or trying to re-inflate the inflatable that has popped.
  • Inflators: These individuals derive sexual pleasure and arousal while their inflatable objects are filled with air while sitting or lying on top of them.
  • Deflators: These individuals derive their sexual pleasure and arousal from releasing the air in their inflatable objects while sitting or lying on top of them.

These groups are not mutually exclusive and inflatophiles may belong to one or more of the three sub-types. The inflating or deflating may be carried out by the inflatophiles themselves or may be done by others (e.g., their sexual partners). The Opentopia article is the only article I am aware of that tries to theorize about the origins of inflatophilia. Personally, I feel that the behaviour is best explained through various behavioural conditioning processes that occur in childhood and/or adolescence (most notably, classical conditioning), but the Opentopia article claims:

“Likings for inflatable objects are generally both Freudian and Proustian and arise from an early age linked to associations with innocent happy experiences. These can extend as far as the first experiences of babyhood and childhood, associated with senses of texture and smell. The associated senses include the feel of mother’s skin, feel and smell of materials in early childhood (of blankets, sheets, satin, vinyl linings of perambulators), birthday parties with balloons, happy holidays at the beach, distinctive smells of inflatable toys merged with smells of brands of skin care worn by the mother. These take on a new meaning during puberty when other outlets for sexual needs are unavailable and preferences of interaction with inflatable objects develop”.

To me, the associations listed in the above quote could still form the basis of classically conditioned responses rather than some psychoanalytic explanation (in fact, I’m still not sure where the Freudian or Proustian perspective is in the quote as to me, it reads like classic associative learning). The Opentopia article also speculates on the differences between the sub-types of inflatophile. The article claims that”

“[The] division between ‘poppers’ and ‘non-poppers’ probably derives from associations of the event at which balloons were enjoyed or not enjoyed, or whether they were burst and caused excitement or whether they survived the party and were enjoyed for their ‘skin feel’ at a later time afterwards. The associations with memories of former happy experiences coupled with the intense pleasure of first sexual experience is a potent recipe for a lasting impression which will be carried forward into activity throughout adulthood. Many comment that the bouncing or changing shape of a balloon when squeezed, or other types of inflatable, gives the illusion of the object being ‘alive’ in some way, so the object is not merely inanimate. A predisposition to the fetish is enhanced by the packaging of lilos or beach airmats with photographs of attractive semi-naked bikini clad women displaying the object. This reinforces the concept of femininity with the object and allows a fantasy of substitution in the fetishist’s psyche in the absence of a real female”.

Again, the theoretical underpinning for the sub-types of inflatophile appears (from the above description at least) to be rooted in classical conditioning (i.e., associative pairing). Finally, the article also claims that inflatophiles are “usually open to non-fetish sexual activity, so their fetish does not generally get in the way of their involved relationships”. It also claims (without any supporting evidence) that:

“Partners of inflatable fetishists are more secure in the knowledge that their partner has a satisfying outlet for excess sexual needs during times of sexual unavailability of the partner rather than seeking additional or other partners. For this reason they usually make reliable and well-balanced life partners”.

After reading about inflatophiles, I went in search of inflatophiles online and came across numerous self-confessions to engaging in the fetish. Here are a few typical examples that seem to confirm some of the claims made in the Opentopia article:

  • Extract 1: “Anyone else have a Inflatables fetish? [Such as] riding or having sex with inflatable things like vinyl pool toy animals, blow-up dolls, kids’ swim floaties, etc. I am one of these fetishists, how many of us are there?”
  • Extract 2: I have been humping beach balls since I was a kid I have humped the head rest of inflatable rafts also. If we went swimming at someone’s house and they had a beach ball I would always sneak off with it, hump it and never got caught though the possibility of getting caught was part of the thrill. I also have an exercise ball that I have humped. Next is a blow up doll. I just have a fetish for inflatables”.
  • Extract 3: So all of you men help me out here, my husband has this fetish and I’ve done my very best to go along and have fun with it to excite him the best I can…but I know that he had dolls in the past and wants one but has made me feel like he enjoys the feel of a doll or inflatable more than me??? He’s actually very shy about it, I even asked for suggestions. Is there a way I could make myself feel like the doll does??”
  • Extract 4: I’m a teenage guy and inflatable stuff feels like heaven to me! Anything soft and shiny, pool toys mostly. Beach balls, air Mats, inner tubes, when my body comes in contact with it I get all aroused and hard and can really get freaky with them. I also like inflating and deflating them…I know weird”

Another article that explored inflatable fetishism was a journalistic account by Daniel Rolnik in the Los Angeles based After Dark magazine. Rolnik wrote that:

“My discovery of this strange sub-cult [of inflatable fetishism] began when I innocently favorited a photo of an inflatable horse toy on a popular art website. I simply thought it looked hilarious and judging by the user’s other pics, it didn’t seem like anything “alt” was going on. But that all changed when I got a message from the photographer featuring a link to the blog Hollow Paws, which had a discrete sentence in the upper right hand corner that made it all clear: A website for furries who love inflatable critters…I asked the blogger what people exactly did with the inflatables featured in [the featured articles]…Moments later I received an answer: ‘…Sometimes they hump them’. Horrified, yet intrigued, I began to uncover a secret world of anonymous patrons who do everything from wear full motocross gear and aggressively hump vinyl Shamu pool rafts until they explode, to fabricators who design prosthetic vaginas for plastic dolphins”.

Rolnik also observed that inflatophiles can be differentiated into sub-types (‘poppers’ and ‘non-poppers’) but claimed the two types “detest” each other based on the very specific online forums devoted to various inflatable fetishes (such as the Blow To Pop website). Rolnik also interviewed psychiatrist Dr. Soroya Bacchus about the psychology of inflatophilia, and Dr. Bacchus was quoted as saying:

“When I heard about this fetish, they didn’t seem too different from the people who have intercourse with blow-up dolls. They both suffer from a sexual function disorder that is categorized in the realm of paraphilia — meaning a love of some object, whether it’s an inanimate one or a non-consenting partner. The basic component is arousal, so sometimes there might be actual ejaculation on the toys, but oftentimes in cases of paraphilia it happens afterwards during masturbation. These kinds of disorders tend to feed on themselves”.

Dr. Bacchus appears to castigate all inflatophiles as suffering from sexual function disorder. However, my anecdotal reading suggests that most inflatophiles use inflatables as an adjunct to their ‘normal’ sex life rather than as a replacement. If this is the case, I personally don’t see the person as suffering from a sexual function disorder. As with many idiosyncratic fetishes, there has been no empirical or clinical research on inflatophilia, so nothing is known about how prevalent the behaviour is. The existence of more than a sprinkling of dedicated online forums and websites certainly suggest there is a small and committed inflatophile community. It would appear that the fetish is relatively benign and of little problem to its participants, which probably explains why there has been little interest from psychologists and clinicians.

Dr Mark Griffiths, Professor of Gambling Studies, International Gaming Research Unit, Nottingham Trent University, Nottingham, UK

Further reading

Abel, G.G., Coffey, L. & Osborn, C.A. (2008). Sexual arousal patterns: normal and deviant. Psychiatric Clinics of North America, 31, 643-655.

Brundage, S. (2002). Fetish Confessions: Telling loved ones about your fetish is as easy as solving fractured quadratic equations. The Wave Magazine, July 31. Located at: http://web.archive.org/web/20071110095616/http://thewavemagazine.com/pagegen.php?pagename=article&articleid=22026

Gates, K. (2000). Deviant Desires: Incredibly Strange Sex. New York: RE/Search Publications.

Malfouka (undated). So hot and ready to pop: The world of looners. Maximum Awesome. Located at: http://www.maximumawesome.com/pervfriday/looners.htm

Rolnik, D. (2012). Exploring the looner fetish – People who f*ck inflatable pool toys. After Dark LA, July 17. Located at: http://blogs.laweekly.com/afterdark/2012/07/people_actually_hump_inflatabl_1.php

McIntyre, K.E. (2011).  Looners: Inside the world of balloon fetishism. Berkeley Graduate School of Journalism, UC Berkeley, 27 April. Located at: http://escholarship.org/uc/item/40c3h6kk

Opentopia (2013). What is inflatable fetishism? Located at: http://encycl.opentopia.com/term/Inflatable_fetishism

Wikipedia (2012). Balloon fetish. Located at: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balloon_fetish

All dolled up: A peek into the surreal world of reborn baby lovers

Yesterday, my family and I went to a doll and teddy bear fair at Kelham Hall (near Newark). We went to see my relatives who had a couple of tables at the fair selling both dolls and teddy bears (my uncle Frank Webster is a renowned bear maker here in the UK). The reason I mention this is because I witnessed something I have never seen before – the sight of grown adults pushing around prams with one or more ‘reborn’ baby dolls. Although my late mother was a doll collector, I had never seen ‘reborn’ baby dolls before. In fact, there was one whole dedicated room at Kelham Hall just for reborn bay dolls. One of the stalls (Fairytales Reborn Nursery) featured baby dolls that looked so real that I even picked up their business cards and postcards featuring their products. However, it was the sight of middle to older age women (and one older aged couple) pushing around and playing with ‘reborn’ baby dolls that really caught my eye. I asked my aunt (who was there helping my uncle sell his bears) if this was unusual and they told me that ‘reborn mothers’ were a common site at such events.

I am well aware of men who have a sexually paraphilic interest in lifelike adult dolls (that I examined in a previous blog on doll fetishism), but I had never come across a non-sexual interest in lifelike baby dolls among (what appeared to be mainly) women. In fact, my only real “experience” of women treating babies as if they were real was Dawn French’s portrayal of the midwife Joy Aston in the weird but wonderful BBC comedy thriller series Psychoville. In the television series, Aston had a son who died of a cot death. As a way of coping, Aston treats a baby doll (‘Freddy’) as if it is her own child son, forcing her on-screen husband George (played by Steve Pemberton) to help her look after their ‘son’. My partner (jokingly I think) said that the topic of ‘reborn’ baby doll parents would make a good blog, so as soon as I got back home from the doll fair, I was straight onto the internet looking at what was out there on the phenomenon.

The first thing I came across after finding dedicated magazines to lifelike dolls (such as Lifelike Doll Magazine), highlights how realistic the reborn baby dolls look. In Australia, a story in The Courier-Mail reported ‘Frantic rescue effort saves doll, not baby’. The story recalled how Australian police had smashed in a car window in the region of Gympie (Queensland) to rescue what was thought to be an unconscious baby locked inside the car but turned out to be a lifelike doll. A similar incident occurred in the US. The Australian news report said that:

“Selling for up to $1000, the painstakingly hand-painted dolls were so lifelike with eyelashes, fingernails, milk spots and wispy hair that they were constantly fooling people…They’re even weighted to feel like a baby’s weight and they flop like a baby. The dolls can even come with umbilical cords, cord clamps and their own birth certificates. They are so realistic, people do become attached to them”.

The Wikipedia entry on reborn dolls notes that:

“A reborn doll is a manufactured vinyl doll that has been transformed to resemble a human baby with as much realism as possible. The process of creating a reborn doll is referred to as reborning and the doll artists are referred to as reborners. Reborn dolls are also known as living dolls or unliving dolls. The hobby of creating reborn baby dolls began around 1990 when doll enthusiasts wanted more realistic dolls. Since then, an industry surrounding reborn dolls has emerged. Reborn dolls are primarily purchased on the internet but are available at fairs”

Another 2008 story entitled ‘Bogus baby boom: Women who collect lifelike dolls’ was reported by NBC News. The article featured an interview with Lynn Katsaris, an artist who had created well over 1,000 reborn dolls and then sold them to women around the world. Since being created in the US the article claimed that the reborn baby dolls were being sold on eBay for between $500 to $4,000. The article reported:

Some people find the lifelike dolls downright creepy. But collectors, some of whom treat the dolls as real children, feel there’s nothing unusual about their passionate hobby…The vinyl dolls don’t just look exactly like real babies – they also feel real. Their bodies are stuffed and weighted to have the same heft and a similar feel to a live baby. Mohair is normally used for the hair and is rooted in the head strand by strand, a process that can take 30 hours. A magnet may be placed inside the mouth to hold a magnetic pacifier. To add realism, some purchasers opt for a heartbeat and a device that makes the chest rise and fall to simulate breathing…Some customers order special dolls that are exact replicas of their own children who died at birth or in infancy. These are individually made from hand-sculpted clay forms made from photographs of the child. The customers are almost all women. Some buy them because they collect dolls. Others buy them as surrogates for children that were lost or have grown and left the home. Some women dress the dolls, wash their hair, take them for walks in strollers and take them shopping”

A lot of the coverage of the reborn baby doll phenomenon relates to the television documentary My Fake Baby (that was first aired in the UK on Channel 4 back in January 2008, and directed by Victoria Silver). The programme examined what made grown women spend so much money on the lifelike dolls that although bizarre to some, brings great rewards to the women involved”.
The programme showed that some of the reborn dolls have tiny veins, beating hearts, and milk spots. The documentary showed case studies of women who loved the reborn dolls as if they were real babies (e.g., cuddling them, taking them for walks, changing their nappies, etc.). Women in the programme who bought the dolls included women with grown-up children, grandmothers living away from their grandchildren, and women who have left it too late to have their own babies. For instance, one of the women featured (Sue) is a self-confessed perfectionist who says she would love to have the perfect baby but knows that the real thing can be “messy, noisy and unpredictable”. Sue is seen buying designer clothes from Harrods especially for her reborn baby doll. Another woman (Christine) has a reborn baby created in the likeness of her grandson Harry. Harry lived thousands of miles away, but Christine longed for the days when she cared for Harry a newborn. Reaction to the programme (positive and negative) can be found from doll collectors (such as those on Our Doll Community website) and new mothers (such as those on the Baby and Bump Momstastic website). Other case studies of ‘reborners’ were featured on the US show Dr. Phil. There are even reports of reborn baby dolls being made to order into vampires and zombies (check out the story by Today if you are interested).

Academically, there doesn’t appear to be much written or researched on the phenomenon. A.F. Robertson wrote a whole book on dolls (Life Like Dolls: The Collector Doll Phenomenon and the Lives of the Women Who Love Them), but concentrates on porcelain dolls rather than reborn baby dolls. Michele White wrote an interesting chapter entitled ‘Babies who touch you: Reborn dolls, artists, and the emotive display of bodies on eBay’ in the 2010 book Political Emotions. The chapter describes the phenomenon via an analysis of over 300 listings of reborns being sold on the online auction site eBay. She notes that:

“Individuals use the terms ‘reborn’ and ‘reborning’ to describe the processes of making dolls alive, or life-like. This is related to the tendency among doll collectors, as Alexander Foster Robertson suggests of treating the object ‘as a real little person’. The people involved in reborning describe themselves as artists and mothers, indicate that their dolls are ‘adoptions’ and do complicated work in remaking the meaning and values of these objects”.

In her conclusions, White also makes the observation that:

“Women produce an intense and supportive reborn culture but their practices are often denigrated in blogs and Internet forums. Women are labeled as ‘sick’ and ‘morons’, and equated to pedophiles…Victoria Silver’s My Fake Baby (2008) documentary, which made the processes of reborning better known, often informs people’s negative reactions, for the director also unsympathetically depicts participants choosing the cleanliness of reborn babies over the messiness of corporeal babies, presenting their reborn dolls as children, and replacing an absent grandchild with a reborn replica. Reborn dolls trouble understandings of the human because they are often misrecognized as babies when left in cars and other places, women describe them as babies, the boundary distinctions between mother and child are not maintained, and women purportedly deviate from human behavior in mothering them”.

I’m sure the blog I have written here feeds into the negative stereotypes that White talks about in her book chapter. (However, in my defence, there are other blogs that are far more negative than mine such as those on the Stroller Derby website). Amanda Edwards in a recent January 2013 article for Voxxi went as far as to assert:

“A rising number of women around the world are succumbing to the strange addiction of collecting and caring for dolls that look eerily like newborn babies…In the field of mental health, to summarize plainly, a hobby brings joy while an obsession brings destruction…Collecting dolls is absolutely an acceptable hobby, one that dates back hundreds of years and provides work and fulfillment for many people. The fascination with the reborn doll movement is that it’s not simply about collecting and creating these dolls as a hobby, it’s about providing care for them, nurturing them, and sometimes, choosing them over family…Recently, Voxxi reported about Alice Winston, a woman that collects these dolls and has lost her husband in part due to her emotional connection to her “babies.” Despite having five children of her own, she stated that, ‘No relationship will ever come between me and my babies, and I wouldn’t give them up for my children’. Clearly, a woman who chooses her doll collection over her relationships with her husband and children has an obsession”.

Based on what I have read, none of the most extreme cases appear to be what I would define as an addiction, but that doesn’t mean that no-one has ever developed a problem. At the very least, I can now visit doll fairs and call it research!

Dr Mark Griffiths, Professor of Gambling Studies, International Gaming Research Unit, Nottingham Trent University, Nottingham, UK

Further reading

Celizic, M. (2008). Bogus baby boom: Women who collect lifelike dolls. NBC Today News, January 10. Located at: http://www.nbcnews.com/id/26970782/site/todayshow/ns/today-today_news/t/bogus-baby-boom-women-who-collect-lifelike-dolls/#.USEZMqk72fR

Edwards, A. (2013). Reborn dolls: When a hobby becomes an obsession. Voxxi, January 17. Located at: http://www.voxxi.com/reborn-dolls-hobby-obsession/

Green, G. (2008). Frantic rescue effort saves doll, not baby. The Courier-Mail, July 15. Located at: http://www.news.com.au/national-old/frantic-rescue-effort-saves-doll-not-baby/story-e6frfkwr-1111116912747

O’Reilly, A. (2008). My Fake Baby. The F Word. January 4. Located at: http://www.thefword.org.uk/blog/2008/01/my_fake_baby

Robertson, A.F. (2003). Life Like Dolls: The Collector Doll Phenomenon and the Lives of the Women Who Love Them. London: Routledge.

White, M. (2010). Babies who touch you: Reborn dolls, artists, and the emotive display of bodies on eBay. In J. Staiger, A. Cvetkovich, & A. Reynolds (Eds.), Political Emotions. London: Routledge.

Wikipedia (2013). Reborn doll. Located at: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reborn_doll


Evan's Victory (LoveXtreme)

Wolves of Climax 5

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 22,483
15 Ratings (4.7)

[Siren LoveXtreme Forever: Erotic Paranormal Ménage Romance, M/F/M/M/M/M, werewolves, spanking, HEA]

Cassidy isn’t looking forward to the female inspector taking over Gregor Mining for a week. She’s isolated in the cabin, her imagination running wild. When she shows up at the mine and finds her men avoiding her and downplaying their relationship, her jealousy spikes to new levels.

She’s ready to walk away from the men she loves, unwilling to be second best. Evan is the first to try and convince her to stay in Climax, yet he still won’t make a decision without Garret’s approval.

To win her back, the Gregor miners must pass Cassidy’s tests of devotion. It will take more than mind-numbing sex and tempting promises. But with a kidnapping in the works, the pack will have to act fast or lose their little human forever.

NOTE! You are purchasing Siren's newest serialized imprint, the LoveXtreme Forever Series. This is Book 5 of 7 in the Wolves of Climax collection. These books are not stand-alone. Each is a continuation of the previous book and must be read in the numbered order. Each book may end on a cliffhanger but usually with a happy-for-now for the heroine and one or more men. The final book contains a happily forever after for the heroine and all her men.

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Evan's Victory (LoveXtreme)
15 Ratings (4.7)

Evan's Victory (LoveXtreme)

Wolves of Climax 5

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 22,483
15 Ratings (4.7)
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Cover Art by Les Byerley
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I love this series. This was no exeption

“Time to bring you home. Garret says no little humans allowed at the mine for a week.”

“So I’ve heard,” she said begrudgingly. Sam Tanner would be showing up soon, taking her place. It didn’t sit well with her, especially after Garret told her to play dumb about their relationship. It was a huge red flag, in her opinion.

Ah, ah, ah. No sneaking over either. We’ll be watching you.” He winked at her when she looked up. “I’ll tell the wolves to keep guard.”

She didn’t want to hear anything about wolves after everything she’d been through the past couple of weeks. It was surprising she still had the nerve to stay in Climax after her nightmarish experiences. But, then again, she’d sold everything to move here. It was all she had. And all she wanted.

“Don’t worry. I don’t want to be anywhere near the mine over the next week. I think all the groveling will sour my stomach.”

Patrick looked up to Evan, who’d just pulled his shirt back on. “She’s jealous.”

“Am not!”

“Very,” agreed Evan. “I’ve already told her there’s no need.”

“I like it, though. It’s cute to see her so spirited.”

She clenched her teeth and pulled out of Patrick’s embrace. Cassidy danced into her clothes with as much dignity as possible. “How would you like it?” she said. “What if I were to start spending all my time with Ryder or Corbin?”

“You hate them,” said Patrick.

“That’s not the point.” Cassidy knew she’d lose if she tried to tell them she was staying in her own cabin, so she headed out to the front porch. She needed to breathe, to calm herself before she made herself look like more of a desperado. Jealousy wasn’t an attractive color on her.

Arms snaked around her waist from behind as she stood against the porch rails, looking out into the forest. Evan’s deep voice whispered in her ear. “You can come to the mine for a visit tomorrow. You’ll see for yourself there’s nothing to worry about.” She nodded, not daring to speak and say something rude. He kissed her temple, looking off at the same view.

“I used to love the forest,” she admitted. “Now…not so much.”

“Bad things happen everywhere, Cassidy. But Gregor land is the safest place for you. We own these woods.”

“I don’t think the wolves care about dollars and cents or whose name is on a deed.”

“I wasn’t talking about that kind of ownership.” He kissed her one last time and then hopped off the porch, heading to his truck. Again with the mind games. She had no way of deciphering them and frankly couldn’t be bothered anymore. If she stressed herself out about every off-the-wall thing her men did, she’d be ready for an institution.

Patrick joined her on the porch, closing the door heavily behind him.

She turned long enough to give him a cold stare. It was true she was jealous, but she didn’t want it pointed out for her.

He chuckled, a darkly masculine sound. Before she could react, he had her turned, lifted, and sitting on the porch rail. Patrick took up residence between her legs, both hands on her ass. “You’re angry with me,” he said as he nipped her earlobe.

“Forget it. I’m just stressed.”

“I’ll take care of you tonight when I get home from the mine.” He scooped her up under the arms and held her in the air long enough to kiss her lips before setting her on her feet. His strength astounded her. These were real men, not like the sniveling jerks that worked with her in the call center back in the city.

They made her leave her car at her little house to ensure she couldn’t run off and get into trouble when she was housebound at their place. She rode with Evan, and Patrick followed in another company truck. The familiar bumpy roads calmed her ragged nerves, making her feel alive. The light filtered down through the network of leaves tangled above the roadway, creating an array of images on the dashboard.

“I should really start to fix up my house. I haven’t done anything to it since I arrived besides clean it.”

Evan continued to watch the road as he drove. “Garret wouldn’t approve. There’s no point in fixing it if you’re staying with us.”

She sighed. Garret says. “Yes, but it’s good for a woman to be independent. What if something happened between us? I’d be stranded out here with a worthless shack.”

“Nothing will happen. We mate for life, Cassidy.”

She laughed out loud. He sounded like an animal. “Swans mate for life, right?” She tried to stifle her chuckle when Evan continued to look serious.

“So do wolves.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” she said, trying to recall her high school science lessons.

He briefly turned her way. “Our wolves do.”

“Your wolves?”

His jaw clenched. She watched the small point of stress as he stared straight ahead. “The Wolves of Climax. They’re unlike any others in the world.”

“I would still feel better.”

“You’re upset because of Garret. I’ll have him talk with you and set things straight. Hopefully put an end to this ridiculous waiting period.”

“I don’t think he’ll even hear you. He’s obsessed with this stupid inspection.”

“He doesn’t want to lose the mine, Cassidy. Without a license, it’s just a bunch of useless copper. We won’t be allowed to excavate a handful.”

She did understand. Garret was a relatively young entrepreneur, running a successful mining operation. He was always stressed about production and competition from the Rockfords. She needed to stop being so selfish and think about him for once. When she looked at the situation from his perspective, her anxiety eased. He just didn’t want to lose this legacy. A lot of people counted on the Gregor mine as their only source of income—including her. She had no reason to be jealous. What she needed to do was support the man she loved.

“You’re right. I’ll behave.”

He cocked an eyebrow at her but didn’t comment. As they approached the secluded cabin in the woods, she felt that sense of belonging. She wanted this to be her forever home, however rustic. Cassidy didn’t need a fancy house, jewelry, and other material goods to make her happy. She wanted what she’d always sought but never attained—a family, roots. Surely she’d survive one week of isolation.

“It’s just you and me, little human.” He lowered himself into a push-up, his muscles bulging. Evan nipped her jawline and then suckled her earlobe. “Say yes.”

She could scarcely breathe, her eyes closed as a heavy lust settled over them. His thick lips and tongue were magic. With her recent bout of insecurity, she needed him, needed to feel connected to one of her men.

“Yes,” she said.

Evan growled, immediately removing her shirt. He was untamed, sparing no time in stripping her and then himself. With his cock ramrod hard, she was glad she’d spread out a blanket before he showed up. If not, she had no doubt he would have fucked her on the cold wooden floor.

“I love your body,” he said, tending her breasts and trailing kisses down her stomach. She savored the scruff on his face as he descended toward her pussy. Cassidy was already burning from the inside out, ready to take Evan without any playing. But her men were always thorough.

“I’m not coming with you,” she managed to say.

He didn’t even look up, now trailing his tongue along her inner thigh. “I’m taking you home where you belong. As soon as we’re finished.”

“I’ll be bored to tears trapped in that cabin for a week.”

Evan delved in, suckling her sensitive clit. Her words faded into a low gasp, and she thrust up her hips, seeking more of his wicked mouth. “We won’t leave you unattended.” He worked his magic, licking, sucking, and fucking her with his tongue. She began to spiral in a haze of heat and waves of raw torment. It was beautiful, but she needed to peak, needed the pressure to ease.

“Evan…” She was so close. Cassidy savored every second as she floated above the floor. She could stay in the unadulterated blissful state for the rest of her life. But she also craved the orgasm that would follow.

He rolled her over, pulling up her waist until she was on her knees and elbows. Her ass was fully exposed, and she hoped he planned to fuck her. “Such a cute little ass, Cassidy.” He kissed her flesh. One palm kept her back pinned, and the other smoothed over one cheek. She could feel the moisture trickling down her inner thigh. Should she beg?

She wiggled her rear, but it only earned her a smack on the ass.

“I’ll teach you about devotion.” He kissed her again, inching closer to her pussy. It was an odd angle, and she was tempted to roll over to her back to give him better access. When his tongue tickled her asshole, her breath hitched. He had her exactly where he wanted her.

“What’re you doing?” Cassidy felt embarrassed with the new intimacy. She feared the fact that his tongue on her ass felt like heaven, like being hit with undiluted erotic pleasure in its rawest form.

“Loving you. Every part, every inch.” He kept her ass suspended in the air, his big hands supporting her weight. He used his tongue to rim her ass in quick strokes. She loved when her men would double-team her, but this was different. It was electric, and her cells in the forbidden area were sinfully responsive.

Cassidy let out a moan, her eyes lolling back in her head.

“Relax, baby. You’re too tense.”

“This ain’t the city. Men from Climax aren’t afraid to give their woman every kind of pleasure. Don’t you like it?”

“Y–Yes, but…”

“Relax.” He delved back in and sucked on her clit with those thick lips before returning to her ass. He kissed and licked, using his tongue as an instrument of sexual torture. She wanted to come, but never wanted him to stop.

Before she could finally leap over the edge, he pulled his head back and flipped her over. It was as if he knew the moment she’d come and purposely left her hanging. He licked his lips, his eyes narrowed. When she tried to touch herself, he grabbed her wrist. The slightest pressure would bring her relief now, unleashing the orgasm desperate to be freed. But Evan seemed intent on torturing her, showing her these new and delicious acts just to leave her unsettled.

“I was almost there. Why’d you stop?” She’d told the men several times about not liking to be rushed when they went down on her. They never had a problem with it. She wondered if it was true, if all her men would be comfortable playing with her ass. Patrick could live between her legs and never complain but hadn’t attempted anything like this. It was naughty, dirty, and she couldn’t get enough. But now Evan stopped short of her getting the satisfaction she yearned for?

“That was just to get you primed. What I want is to feel your pussy squeezing my cock. I want to look into your pretty blue eyes while I fuck you.”

She nodded, too focused on the deep tone of his voice and hypnotic flecks in his eyes. He moved away from her, sitting on the floor with his back to the nearest wall. The man was hung like a horse, and with her pussy still molten lava, it spelled sweet relief.

“Come here.”

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Katie was a young girl with a strange fetish. She loved to be a slave and have her man be a master. Although many people had such a fetish, she liked being a slave to a large degree. She looked since she was eighteen and right out of foster care, having grown up with no known family, on websites for slaves needing masters or masters needing slaves. Two years of trying out at least a dozen men, none of them satisfied her enough. That was until she met Jake.

Jake was the one to contact her. Something about her bright red locks of straight hair down to her waist and dazzling green eyes stunned him. He couldn't help but to become hard as he looked over her pictures. Most she was in normal attire but some she wore sexy lingerie which showed off her well-toned legs and curvy yet slender bodice. She was a prize worth having and Jake knew he needed her.

They went out a couple of times as a normal date to discuss things. Once it was out to a fancy restaurant, Jake's treat, and then the next time was a picnic at night in the park. That was when they discussed their desires at last. Katie liked everything he had to say and they agreed. Katie signed an agreement that night stating that she was willingly going to live in his home and obey his commands, as long as she did not become terribly injured or killed that was.

The next night, Katie moved in. Immediately she was forced to strip down to nothing in the main room as soon as the door was shut and locked up tight. Jake tossed her a black thong, a lacey black bra and some black high heels.

"Get dressed slut. We'll go over the rules and routine." Jake demanded.

Katie did as she was told without a word. She put on the clothes and smiled flirtatiously at the handsome man, standing at six feet even with a muscled body, tan skin; tattoos covered his arms and legs. He wore Dickie's black shorts and a light blue T-shirt that made his blue eyes stand out even more.

Jake grabbed a leash and collar off the wall and approached. He clipped the collar on and tugged the leash. Katie knew instantly that she was to follow like a good girl. Her heels clicked on the ground as Jake held the leash tight, forcing Katie to be very close to him as they walked through the house. At the bedroom he stopped and pointed. "You are expected to please me every night before bed."

He yanked the leash and continued. They stopped outside of another room with nothing more than a mattress on the floor, a large mirror on a desk covered in makeup, lotions and brushes. "You're expected to stay looking good at all times. You'll sleep there, chained to the bed."

Another yank and more walking. The tour went on for about an hour in the large house. Rules were listed as was the routine of things. Katie was not allowed to speak once, merely nod her head that she understood.

Jake arrived at home from work. He instantly went to Katie's room and unlocked it, swinging open the door. She awoke with a fright, jumping up and gasping but relaxing once she noticed it was just her master. Her happiness faded away as soon as she saw the anger in his eyes.

"M-master?" She whimpered, looking up at him in fear. Her ankle hurt slightly from the chain attached from her ankle to the ground.

He leaned over and undid the lock, freeing her ankle. Immediately Katie began to rub the spot but only for a second. As Jake hovered over her she scrambled to her feet and ran to the mirror where she quickly got ready. She had been nude while sleeping and was now dressing into the thong and bra provided on the shelf. Today it was blood red.

Once Katie was standing in front of Jake, tall and proper as she was told, he grabbed her arm and yanked her to the ground. Katie knew what to do. She quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his black work pants and tugged them to the ground. His cock was hard and ready for her already. She leaned forward, opening her mouth and allowing his thick eight inch dick to slide its way into his maw and down her throat. She choked a little at first but regained composure and began to bob her head back and forth, her lips tight on his shaft. One hand moved to his balls as she massaged them. The other scratched at his thigh. Her teeth gently went over his shaft every now and then as she sucked. This caused Jake to groan happily. But still, her master was not having a good day thanks to issues at work.

This was not getting his anger out one bit and so he shoved her off of him. Katie tumbled back onto her ass. The concrete floor was cold and it hurt. With a confused and surprised look she got to her feet. "Master?" She inquired.

"This way." He demanded and turned, walking away and expecting the young woman to follow - as she did. They went down the hallway and he opened the door that led to the room in the basement. It was called the dungeon. Inside there was a wall covered in toys, another in whips and chains and things of that nature. There were oils, lotions, lubes and candles for hot wax. Throughout the room were contraptions. Some for lying on, others for standing on, and so on and so forth.

The room was dim lit with red lights. Everything had a red glow to it but somehow it added to the sexy feel for Katie and for Jake as well.

Inside he shut and locked the door before grabbing Katie by the arm. He tossed the girl towards a contraption she had yet to use. Without a word she allowed him to place her into it. She was leaning on one part with her stomach. Her arms were yanked behind her and tied behind her back. They were tied tightly and it hurt but Katie dared not to complain. Especially since she had never seen him in such a terrible mood.

Next her legs were spread apart. They were tied to opposite posts so that she was resting on a cushioned platform, her tits hanging over as to be viewable and not squished, her arms tied down in front of her and her legs parted so that her ass and pussy were in clear view. Her stomach was then strapped to the cushion she rested on. Glancing back she watched Jake undress. His cock remained hard and he stroked it casually as he stared at her tight pink pussy.

Stepping forward he sneered, ready to be pleased and knowing the shock Katie would go through once she realized how this man liked to get out his anger. The very thought of her surprise turned him on even more as Jake rubbed the smooth head of his cock over her pussy lips. She became wet quickly and moaned as he rubbed her lips, flicking her clit on occasion as well which caused her to jump slightly in pleasure.

Soon he was sliding himself into her one inch at a time. Katie groaned as she felt his cock stretching her pussy open. Jake gasped slightly, feeling her cunt squeezing around his shaft. Once all eight inches were inside he began to rock back and forth. Her tits bounced against the platform that her upper body rested on. Jake started slow but quickly became rough. She felt her pussy go from pink to red as he began to beat away. Juice dripped down her inner thighs and Katie screamed in pleasure as he shoved his cock deep into her pussy. Her eyes closed, jaw dropped, and she panted as she felt him thrusting in and out of her.

Jake's right hand held her hip, although her body was going nowhere as it was tied down. His other hand was used to rub her clit, causing Katie to squeal even more. He got his fingers nice and moist with her juices and began to rub them on her asshole. Katie had stated no anal in the beginning, other than fingers. A single finger was not a problem but a dildo or a cock was out of the question. She was not worried one bit and when his index slid into her tight back door she moaned. Jake's cock could be felt sliding back and forth inside of her cunt as he fingered her asshole. He moved his finger in and out slowly, watching with a grin.

After five minutes of beating her pretty little pussy red, Jake pulled his cock out. He was quick to reposition it just outside of her asshole. Katie felt the head of his cock near her virgin back door and shook her head.

"No! No Jake!" She yelled in anger, shifting her weight back and forth but it did no good. She was tied down tight and the contraption was attached to the ground. "Stop!"

Jake laughed and moved away from her body. Katie was worried though as she watched him go to the wall. She panted and watched in fear as he grabbed a gag ball. Her head shook and her mouth shut tightly. He grabbed her jaw and forced it apart, shoving the ball inside and although it was a struggle with her shaking her head all over the place, he managed to tie it behind her head. Katie screamed into the ball as he moved away, sneering and soon laughing.

His cock bulged and pulsed as he thought of the pleasure he was about to have. He leaned forward and slapped her face hard. A pink hand print instantly showed on her pale features.

"My name is master, bitch. Remember that!" He said through gritted teeth.

Stepping away he went behind her again. By this point Katie was trembling and tears formed in her eyes. She felt the head of his cock against her back door once more. He rubbed his cock up and down on the tight light brown hole. With no warning at all he began to shove it inside. Her ass hole instantly hurt and Katie screamed. A single tear dropped to the concrete floor as she felt her anal passage opening up and unhappily allowing the thick cock to enter.

Jake was jaw dropped in pleasure as he felt his dick sliding deep into her ass. Once inside he panted a little and sneers, looking down at the beautiful sight of her asshole eating up his large cock. Katie was trembling still and this pleased him more. Glancing at her face to watch the tears fall for a moment he soon looked back at her bubbly round ass and gripped his hips hard. Soon he was thrusting. His cock sliding in and out of that tight back hole. Katie screamed and groaned in pain as she felt her body is violated.

Tears kept on falling as Jake rocked back and forth. His cock forced her asshole wide open. The pain was unimaginable. Not once was he gentle as he thrusted inside of the slender girl. He knew it would not be long until he came.

Five minutes felt like an hour for Katie as she was tied down and violated through her asshole. She hadn't stopped screaming the entire time as he thrusted into her. Five minutes was all that the man could last though. Her warm and damp anal passage squeezing around his dick was far too enjoyable and his load shot deep up inside of her. He thrusted harder than ever for his last thrust, forcing his cum deeper into her and he held himself there. His hands squeezed her hips so hard they became red.

Once his load had shot completely he pulled away. His hands released her body and he admired the bruises on her sides. His cock slid out of her asshole which immediately began to drip cum.

Jake gave her a swift pat on the ass, causing her to squeal in pain and surprise.

"I'll be back in an hour, slave. You stay right there." He said with a terrible sneer and turned for the stairs. He switched the light off and slammed the door shut, leaving Katie inside the cold and pitch black room all alone.

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I call my friend's mom Mummy. Mummy wears only saree at home; Mummy never wears bra while at home; Mummy's figure is short, sexy, right size breasts and correct size ass. Her color is white and texture of the skin is amazing; she's actually around 50 years old but her body doesn't show the age. Her hair is pure black and she doesn't dye her hair at all. Since she was 37 till 48 she didn't get fucked much as her husband was working at overseas. But I'm sure she'll get fucked every once in two years when her husband comes back home for vacation.

I always wanted to feel her and fuck her. I'd give anything to have her for a couple of days alone with me. I don't care whether she likes it or just a ****. I don't care at all.

Her breasts are not exactly straight or tight. It's a little saggy to give a good feeling to my hands. I like the breasts a bit saggy. They are also now so big to hold; they are perfect size to hold and pull the nipple using my thumb and forefinger. I'm sure her nipples are black as most Indian women's nipples are black which are sexy by the way. The mangal sutra adds a sexiness to the breasts. I think the fact that she's married and somebody else's wife gives me a kick to fuck her. I won't show any kindness when I bang her crotch using my penis. I love that.

After my initial incidents I described already in other stories, I went to Mummy's house to see her. She was not alone. Her husband was sitting in the living room watching TV just wearing lungi and baniyan; her younger sister was cutting vegetables in the same room; her younger sister's children were playing in the foyer and making noise.

I said hi to everybody and talked the usual things to her younger sister and her husband. I asked them where is Mummy. They said she's in the kitchen frying chicken and asked me to go to the kitchen. I passed them and went to kitchen; They started watching TV again.

Mummy was turning back and frying something. She doesn't know that I'm here. Her left breast is showing 80% on the grey blouse. Of course no bra usage while in the house. Her left hip is fully showing with some spots of sweat due to the frying work. I stand there and looked this for 30 seconds and I looked towards the living room to see the situation over there. They are just watching TV very interestingly and not looking at me or this side. They are watching VCR not a cable telecast so they won't get any advertisements.

I thought for 10 seconds and made up my mind what and how exactly am I going to do a quickie with Mummy. I zipped down my pants; I get rid of my pants and folded in to few folds; I removed my underwear and kept inside the pant. I turned back and made sure there is nobody upstairs or downstairs looking at me. I once again looked at the living room and they were laughing out loud for some jokes in the TV. Mummy has no clue what's happening at her back in the last 2 minutes or so.

I marched inside the kitchen towards Mummy. She hasn't heard or recognized my visit yet. I put my pant and underwear near the wall inside the kitchen. I went and cupped her left breast using my left hand and right hand to close her mouth towards the right side of her face. I did that exactly the same second. I cupped her left breast and I couldn't control closing my eyes due to the soft feeling of her breast especially over the braless & inexpensive blouse garment.

She got an idea about what I am going to do but don't know the full plan. She hasn't turned around to see my nakedness yet. She continued working on the stove. I continued massaging her left breast. I removed my right hand from my her mouth and moved it to the right breast but underneath her saree pallu. Removing her saree is not my intention now. I closed my eyes and massaged both her breast in circles. She laughed a bit and enjoyed my circular massage.

I did this for 3 minutes or so; my cock is looking at my face and she doesn't know anything about my nakedness yet. My plan is to fuck her from her backside really quick while her husband and younger sister are in the next room. I know I am taking a huge risk but that's what I love about. Now I put my cock my her ass over the saree. She's feeling my cock just now and realized that I'm naked.

She's trying to turn to see but my hands on her breasts at not allowing her to turn back. She stopped resisting. I told her in her ear that I'm going to do a quickie -- quick fuck -- in 2 minutes while her husband is just a few feet away with a wall in between her. She started smiling and gave me a signal that she's ready for the adventure. Remember, I'm not stopping my hands moving over her breasts.

Once she heard my saying she immediately reached for the oil can. She handed me the oil can and I left her breasts and dipped my cock in the oil can. I gave her the oil can back to her and she kept it near the stove.

I bent down and reached for her saree down-end. I pulled her saree with pavadai towards up and bunched above her crotch area. She stopped frying the chicken just now. She moved ass backwards and her chest downwards to get to the right doggy position. She also widened her legs to give me access to her cute cunt.

I took my hands back to the breasts and moved my crotch to ass. I didn't do any positioning of my cock but it just went inside like a needle in the banana. She closed her eyes for 2 seconds when the cock went inside her pussy. I asked her to bend further and enjoy the fuck. She listened to me and bent a bit more. Oh man! I am fucking her in my favorite position, doggy style, in my favorite place in the house, kitchen, and just a few feet away from her husband.

I fucked her really fast and my only aim to cum in her pussy as soon as possible. I am also pressing the shit of her both breasts. Her saree pallu kind of adjusted in the middle due to my massaging of breasts. Her breasts are very soft and beautiful. I'm also sometimes using my thumb and forefinger rotating her nipples over the blouse. She loves it. I am not stopping fucking her pussy though. Even with the oil in my cock her cunt is very tight. She was kinda clenching her butt to make it tight. Older women know that kinda tricks.

I am feeling my climax and told her that I'm going to cum. She said I'm going to cum as well -- but second time. Oh boy! She already came once??? I fucked her butt at the rate of 5 moves per second and moving my hands at the rate of 4 moves per second.

I hit her butt like my cock and butt would go inside her pussy. I clenched my butt and dispensed all of my semen inside her pussy. I removed my pussy and dress in 20 seconds. She left the saree to the floor and started frying the chicken. She also adjustment her saree to cover both breasts now.

This is the quickie man.

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