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Paige From Her Diary

NOTE: My pen name should be a big heads-up. My stories may test your limits of plausible circumstances, but it's all in the name of hot sex. Isn't that what fantasy is about? I reject your reality, and substitute my own.

Michael unlocked the door with a sigh, knowing that he had to go through with this, no matter how little he wanted to.

The place still felt — even smelled — like home. He'd grown up here, after all, and upgrading to new apartments every time a promotion made it possible meant that he had never really gotten attached to anywhere else.

He had to let it go, though. After much soul searching, he and his sister Paige had decided that it was ridiculous to keep paying property taxes on a house that they probably wouldn't even have time to keep up. They both lived on the west coast, hundreds of miles away, and had full time jobs.

He climbed the stairs to his old room, knowing that it would look exactly the same as the last time he'd visited, before his mother died — almost the same as it had looked when he finally moved out after college.

It saddened him to see the thin layer of dust on his old dresser. The room had always remained spotless so long as his mother was alive. The doors to the bathroom joining his room to Paige's were open — not that they would stay shut. The doors would drift open in no predictable pattern, sometimes staying closed for weeks, and then opening every couple of minutes at just the wrong times.

Or the right ones.

He shook his head and tried to push the thoughts aside. That was one set of memories that he hadn't counted on awakening when he walked into the house. Here in the bedroom, it was hard to forget them, though.

Michael left his room and walked down the hall to his mother's bedroom. Here too, dust had settled for the first time in decades. He knew that he should be going back out to the truck to bring in boxes, but he couldn't help looking around the room, which had been all but off-limits his whole life.

A strange sound attracted his attention toward the walk-in closet. He immediately guessed that the noise was a mouse, and jerked open the door while turning on the light to see if he could catch a look at the vermin. A skittering sound overhead let him know that the rodent was on the shelves above, not on the floor.

Knowing how frightened his sister and aunt were of mice, he decided to pull everything off the high shelves now to prevent either of them from coming face to face with their fear tomorrow. It took several minutes to transfer all of the hatboxes, shoeboxes, and plastic tubs to the bed, leaving behind an antique wooden box that he'd never seen before, hidden deep in a corner.

Once he brought the box out into the room, he gave it a soft shake, but couldn't really hear anything to tell what was inside. The box was locked, but something he'd stumbled across while searching for the copy of his mother's will might provide an answer to that.

The key from the junk drawer — as if something so perfectly organized could be called such — in his mother's dresser looked just as old as the box. Sure enough, it fit perfectly into the keyhole, and the box opened.

Michael laughed, his cheeks turning red. The pictures were of his mother and father when they were dating. The top one was of his mother in a bathing suit — daring for the day — striking a sexy pose that he simply could not make mesh with memories of her. The rest of the pictures were much the same, and explained why the box was locked. He was sure that his aunt would love to have them.

In the bottom of the box, he found a diary. It was far newer than the photos, and made him curious. He pulled it out and opened the cover to discover that it belonged to his sister. He'd never even known that she kept one, and wondered why it would be in the box with the photos.

The first date was her sixteenth birthday, and the entry was written as if she was talking to the diary. Curiosity overwhelmed him, and he sat down in a chair to thumb through the pages.

He learned a lot in those first few pages that he never would have guessed about his sister. She'd harbored crushes on almost every one of his friends, and wrote down her deepest, innermost thoughts in the diary. As the entries continued, the details grew even more intimate, especially after the one of her eighteenth birthday.

The thought of stopping never even occurred to him. He skimmed through, his eyes absorbing the details when she would describe masturbating, shaving her pussy, and everything else that most brothers would never want to know about a sister. She wrote less frequently after graduation, but sometimes wrote for pages when she did. An entry about six months after her birthday caused his eyes to widen, and memories to awaken.

She'd wrote, "I can't believe Mom is doing this. All of my really hot panties are vanishing. I know that she's throwing them away because she thinks that they're slutty, but I bought them!"

The entry went on, but Michael's eyes glazed over. Paige was wrong. His mother wasn't the one who had taken the panties. It was him.

He could still see it in his mind's eye as clearly as if it were happening right in front of him. He'd gone to the bathroom late one night, shortly after her eighteenth birthday, because he felt sick from drinking too much. His girlfriend had just dumped him, and he was trying to drown his sorrows.

The nausea had faded as he knelt over the bowl, and he sat back against the wall before daring to try to stand. The sound of whimpering and heavy breathing had drawn his eyes to where the ever-annoying door into his sister's room had drifted open a few inches.

Paige was nude atop the sheets, bathed in the light of a full moon streaming through the window. He'd sat hypnotized as she caressed her breasts with one hand, the other probing and rubbing between her legs at an ever-increasing pace.

Her back had arched up from the bed when she reached orgasm, her mouth open in a silent scream. He'd only managed to creep back into his own room when she finally fell limp to the bed, her passion spent.

Stiff and throbbing from the sight, he'd masturbated and came harder than he could ever remember in his life. The next morning, her panties were on top of the hamper in the bathroom when he awakened. They still smelled of her — musky and intoxicating. Before he had a chance to think about what he was doing, he took them.

It wasn't the last pair of her panties that he took, either — as she detailed in her diary. She knew that they were missing, but blamed her mother. It also wasn't the last time that he'd hidden in the shadows and watched her play with her pussy. Even when the door didn't cooperate by opening, he often heard her, and knew what she was doing.

The diary wasn't done shocking him, either. A few pages later, he discovered that his nocturnal spying wasn't a one-way thing.

The entry read, "I was wrong about my panties. I went to the bathroom last night and the door to Mike's room was open. I didn't mean to look, but I did. He was sniffing my panties and jacking off!

"I know that I should have been mad, but I wasn't. I couldn't take my eyes off of his cock. It's the biggest one I've ever seen. He was jerking it really fast, and I could see everything because the moon was so bright last night.

"It made me so horny that I had to touch myself. I felt so dirty, but I was so hot and wet that I couldn't help it. I was so close to cumming when he shot cum all over him and I had to get away from the door so he wouldn't see me.

"My pussy was aching so much that I had to make myself cum. I was afraid that he would hear me, but I couldn't help it. I got off thinking about his big cock, and it felt so good.

"I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't stop thinking about it, and I keep looking at his cock every time I see him. My panties are probably soaking wet right now. I have to get myself off again, or I'm going to go crazy!"

The entries picked up after that. She wrote at least once a day, and sometimes more than that. Every time, all she talked about was his cock, and how hard she came when she masturbated thinking about it. She wrote that she was playing with her pussy all the time, and had even come in the bathroom at work.

Mike's cock throbbed in his pants, straining against the denim. He'd never noticed her looking at his dick, but that was because he was afraid to look at her. Every time he'd looked at her, he could imagine her naked, playing with her pussy, and it made him hard as a rock.

The last entry in the diary made his cock throb even harder.

"I can't take it any more. I want his cock so bad. I've almost snuck into his room naked three times now and begged him to fuck me. Mom is going to be gone for a party tomorrow night, and I'm going to do it."

Michael glanced at the date of the entry, and remembered that party. His mother had never gone, even though she couldn't stop talking about it for weeks beforehand. On the day of the party, she'd suddenly started acting weird. A couple of days later, she'd taken Paige to Aunt Helen's without much explanation. Paige had acted really scared and embarrassed the whole time, too.

Now he knew how the diary had ended up in his mother's locked box. She'd read the diary, found out what Paige had written, and sent her away before his sister could do what she said she was going to do. Paige had enrolled in college, and it was years before Mike saw her again. By then he'd managed to suppress the memories of that summer.

He nearly had a heart attack when he heard her calling from downstairs. "Mike?"

"Up here," he answered, and then panicked, trying to think of somewhere to hide the diary. He settled on lifting the covers and secreting it between the mattress and frame of the bed.

"Hey," she said as she walked into the room. She looked around and let out a little chuckle. "Weird, isn't it? We were never allowed in here. I still feel like I'm about to get in trouble. Aunt Helen is the same way."

"Yeah," he answered, tearing his eyes away from her. He was still hard, and she was just as sexy as she was at eighteen. He made a show of checking the closet, as though looking for more things on the shelves. "I thought you weren't coming until the morning?"

"Meeting fell through, and then I found out that they had overbooked the hotel. Since I was so close, I figured I'd stay in my old room one more time. Did you get the boxes?"

"Yeah, they're out in the truck."

"Uhm, it looks like a mouse has been chewing on that box," Paige said while pointing at one of the hatboxes, her voice unsettled.

"That's why I decided to go ahead and get them down. I know how you and Aunt Helen are about mice. I heard him running around up there when I came in."

Paige hugged her arms around her and shivered. "I'm not touching any of those boxes, and you're going into every room before I do."

He couldn't help but notice the way her breasts lifted with her arms crossed beneath them. "So, you want to help me bring in the boxes?"

"Sure. Just go make sure that there aren't any mice in my room first, so I can put my bag in there."

He nodded and went to do exactly that. He put his hands in his pockets and pushed them out to hide his still throbbing erection.

Mike managed to keep his arousal under control by staying busy, but it wasn't easy. Every time she bent over, displaying her long, gorgeous legs and heart-shaped ass, his eyes seemed to snap to her. She stretched and yawned several times, lifting her full breasts for his over-eager eyes.

By the time the sun had set, he and his sister had made a dent in the momentous task still before them. The bulk of the work would have to wait until tomorrow when the other members of the family arrived, anyway.

Paige yawned again, her stretch threatening to send blood surging into her brother's half-hard cock again. "I'm beat. I think I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."

"Think I will too. It was a long drive."

"Mind if I go first?"

"Go ahead. I could always use the other one, if I don't want to wait."

With a laugh, Paige remarked, "I didn't even think about it. We were never allowed to use Mom's bathroom except in the most dire emergencies, either." She turned toward the stairs and said, "Goodnight."

The sight of her ass swaying as she walked up the stairs was almost too much.

Once she turned into her room, Mike crept up the stairs and into his mother's room. He retrieved the diary from its hiding place and took it to slip it into his bag in his room just as he heard the shower start.

Knowing that she was naked just beyond the unreliable bathroom door broke down his defenses again. He stared at the doorknob, willing the latch to release, hoping for even the slightest glimpse of her stepping out of the shower.

No luck.

He flirted with the idea of opening the door, hoping that the shower would cover the sound, but couldn't summon up the nerve. No matter what she'd written in her diary, a lot of years had passed. He'd managed to forget his own lusty thoughts about her for a long time, and he hadn't had his life turned upside down because of them as Paige had.

The door on his side of the bathroom was open when he stepped out of the shower some time later, but the one on his sister's side remained closed. Somewhere in the back of his head, he knew it was for the best. It was nothing more than a fantasy from his younger years combining with a long dry spell in the bedroom to tempt him.

Nevertheless, his ears strained in the still of the night, listening for faint sounds of pleasure coming from her room. He could see her in his mind's eye, naked atop her bed and coming, but heard nothing.

His cock was almost painfully hard, tenting both his boxers and the sheet above. He'd brought a washcloth with him from the bathroom, knowing that he was going to need it. The sheet and his underwear found a new home at the foot of the bed.

The fantasy in his head was so real that he could almost believe it was Paige's hand wrapped around his cock, and not his own. He could see her breasts jiggling as she stroked him, and the wonder in her eyes as she finally fulfilled her desires from those years long past.

He was just beginning to feel the itch building in his shaft when the door to the bathroom burst open.

"I think there's a mouse in my... my..." Paige began, and then trailed off, her eyes locked on his throbbing member clutched in his hand.

Her sudden appearance startled him so much that he didn't even think to pull the covers over him. The slip she was wearing further helped to numb his mind to his own embarrassing appearance. It barely reached below her thighs — the material thin and airy. He could easily see her cream-colored panties, and the silhouette of her large, perfect breasts through the cloth. Not even that faint barrier hid her shoulders, or her long, shapely legs.

Their eyes met at the exact same moment, after a long, detailed study of each other. Even in the moonlit room, both could see the desire in each other's eyes.

"Aren't you missing something?" Paige asked in a low, sensual tone as she walked toward the bed.

With his hand still on his cock, which was throbbing even harder now, he couldn't manage an answer. Every ounce of his brainpower was devoted to drinking in the details of her hips swaying, and the slight bounce of her breasts as she approached.

As soon as she reached the bed, Paige lifted the bottom of her slip, and pulled her panties down. As the cloth fell again, he could see the shadow of the triangle that she left unshaven on her mound, and just the faintest hints of her bare pussy. She bent, showing off the upper globes of her breasts, and stepped out of her panties.

Paige leaned over the bed, sliding her hand up his thigh, and held her panties out to him. "You don't have to steal them any more. I want you to."

Overwhelmed by the sight of her, her voice, and her touch, he needed her scent as well. He took the silky cloth from her hand and brought it to his face.

A deep inhale caused him to shudder. It was just as he remembered it, if not more intense. He could feel a damp spot against his nose as he filled his lungs with the aroma of her arousal.

"Don't stop. I was always too far away when I watched you from the bathroom. Stroke it for me, Mikey. Please?"

In a near state of intoxication, he started pumping his fist over his erection. She crawled into the bed with him, and tickled his balls with her fingertips, letting out excited little moans all the while.

"It's so gorgeous. You're so gorgeous. Make it come for me. I want to see it up close, Mikey."

The itch of impending orgasm returned, even more powerful than before. His hand squeezed tighter as it stroked his hard flesh. A drop of pre-cum welled up from his tip, and Paige leaned over him to lap it up with her tongue. She let out a quavering moan as she tasted him.

"Oh, Sis," he cried out, and then groaned as he felt his seed surging up for release.

"Oh yes. Do it, Mikey," she encouraged him in a breathless, excited tone.

"Ah! Ah! Oh!" he grunted as he reached the point of no return, and then a groaning cry of release exploded from him, along with his semen.

Thick ropes of cum arched from his pulsing cock, spattering on his chest, and even reaching his chin. As soon as he ceased to spurt, his sister took him in her mouth, pulling his hand away at the same time.

Paige moaned around him as he oozed the last of his cream into her hot mouth. He twitched uncontrollably from her lips engulfing him and the slippery caress of her tongue on his sensitive organ. After only a few seconds, he lifted a weak, trembling hand to push her away, unable to take any more.

She released him with a moan, and then licked her lips. She obviously hadn't had enough, though. Paige stood his softening organ straight up, and then lapped at the pool of cum on his belly. While he continued to tremble and lurch from his orgasm, she lapped up every drop of cum decorating his body, ending with the dollop clinging to his chin.

"You taste so good," she leaned in to whisper in his ear. Before he could register what she was doing in his post-orgasmic state, her lips found his.

The feeling of her soft lips pressing against his completely erased any thoughts that those very same lips had been wrapped around his cock only a minute earlier. Likewise, his tongue twined with hers in the kiss without reservation, though she had lapped his body clean of cum with it.

"Mmm... I always knew that your kisses would be this good," she said as their lips parted. "Do you want to watch me?"

"Play with your pussy?" He blurted out, and then winced as the thought caused his sensitive cock to protest against such arousing thoughts.

Paige bit her lower lip and smiled, the grin somehow both naughty and endearingly innocent at the same time. She nodded, and then moaned when he nodded in turn.

Mike rubbed her damp, silky panties between his fingers as she rose up to her knees and pulled her slip over her head, revealing her body to him up close for the first time. Her pink nipples stood out erect, calling him to wrap his lips around them. She let her slip fall to the mattress, and then reclined next to him.

He fought against the lethargy of his own orgasm to sit up, giving her room to part her legs, and a good vantage point of the prettiest pussy he'd ever seen. Thin, perfectly pink lips guarded the entrance to her treasure, and those parted to reveal the glimmering of wetness when her hand glided down her body, between her legs.

Paige ran the tips of two fingers up and down the parting of her nether lips in a slow, sexy caress. "Mmm... I've done this so many times, thinking about your cock, Mikey. I come so hard when I think about it deep inside me. I never stopped thinking about you — ever. I pretended that it was you every time I had sex with someone else. I've wanted you ever since I first saw you touching yourself. I just couldn't stop."

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{priceYearlyFullAUD} {priceYearlyDiscountAUD}Hello and welcome to Sex After Menopause. My name is Lauren Bram and I am a sexual wellness coach and educator, and I am so happy to welcome you to this course. So sex after menopause. Let's let's dive in and start with the definition of what is menopause. So menopause is the ceasing of menstruation. It typically happens for women between the ages of 45 and 55, and the average age is 51. So as you approach your late thirties, your ovaries start making less estrogen and progesterone. The hormones that regulate menstruation and menstrual periods can become longer or shorter, heavier or lighter, more or less frequent, and then eventually they come to an end. So in our culture, we have this message that after menopause, your desire goes away, your vagina dries up. And I wanted to create this course to say that that is B.S., that it is not true. And I want to tell you why. Show you the research that backs up what I have to say and help you to discover an incredible experience of sexuality post menopause. And you might be interested in this course and approaching menopause, you might. Maybe you just have issues with desire and lubrication in general, and you want to get some help with it. Maybe you're just curious. Maybe you're a sex educator yourself and you want to understand this better because there's a lot of misinformation. And out there there's a lot of people saying, yeah, you know, your vagina is dry, so just use lube or yeah, your desire is low, but that's okay. You know, you might just be a low desire person, but the way I see it, and I've worked with a lot of women and I've read a lot of books, I'm actually studying for my doctorate in human sexuality at the moment is that lubrication comes from the mind, but it also comes from the physical body. We can we can address these sources and increase that desire. Yes, there's a spectrum of desire. Some people want to have sex all the time, some people less frequently. But having an extremely low libido so is actually a sign of of disease in the body. It's not a sign of vibrant health. When we have vibrant health, we have a lust, a desire for life. We are curious. Our sexuality is is awake, it's turned on, It's at a simmer. We're going to talk about what that means a little bit later. So I believe that sexual health is a part of total health. And I'm not alone in this. The World Health Organization acknowledges this as well. So we are going to dive into all of that with this course. And we are going to get rid of this myth that, you know, you're menopausal and your hormones are gone, so your libido is clearly disappeared. Your vaginas clearly dried up. And this is B.S. And let's just start with why. So hormones actually have no effect on your desire. So the fact that your hormones have started to dwindle, started to change so that, you know, you no longer have a menstrual cycle, doesn't mean that you no longer have desire. Hormones have no effect on desire. And we're going to talk a little bit more about this, but my reference for this is from the book Come as you are, where they talk about the research behind that. The other thing is that lots of women have issues with dryness and in 1994, sex in America survey, 20% of women complained of trouble lubricating with sex. These are not just postmenopausal women. So lubrication is is a specific issue. It can be addressed. We're not going to say, you know, menopause did it. So if our hormones aren't causing our lack of desire and aren't necessarily the full picture of dryness, what is causing this lack of wit? Let's start with desire. What is causing this lack of desire in in our culture? And when we go to the next slide, we see that the cultural message, the cultural messages that we get are so powerful in affecting whether or not we're free to be sexual beings. So you've probably heard of this concept of the Invisible Woman, some Amy Schumer and some other actresses, Tina Fey, they did a video or a film on this recently, a, you know, comedy about, you know, I turned 40. So, you know, I'm invisible now. I'm not sexual now. I'm, you know, my my life is over, basically. But this is rooted in truth. There's this idea that, you know, we have a culture obsessed with youth. And for so long sex is only permissible for procreation. So it's like, okay, you're of the age where you can make babies with sex. Okay? It's okay for you to have sex, but as soon as you can enjoy sex without fear of pregnancy. And we're going to go into next why sex after menopause is better. And one of those reasons is that you don't have to worry about pregnancy. Then there's this this message like, oh, you shouldn't be having sex. Then in general, there's a message that women shouldn't be having sex. And this is coming from, you know, thousands of years of sexual suppression of women, culminating in the Victorian era where even the medical textbooks of the 1800s said a healthy woman has no sexual desire. It's the complete opposite of the truth. So we're still working against this. Women shouldn't have sex, and especially older women shouldn't have sex, which what a double standard. We live in a culture where older men are free to date and be sexual with women. They're same age or younger, but women aren't. Women are called cougars. If they do so, there's a double standard there. We're not comfortable in our society with older sexual women. It is very threatening. It's very scary. So, you know, we'll let them have their you know, we'll let society and culture have their concepts about it. But we need to start to take back and own r-truth. Wait a minute. No, screw that. I'm I'm I was sexual the day I was born. I came from sex. I will die a sexual being and sex is a part of the whole continuum of my life. And, you know, and then curiosity. So what does it look like for me now? Who am I as a sexual being now, giving ourselves permission to have sex and to be sexual. So just sitting with that for a moment, what does it mean to be a sexual woman at the age I am? What does that mean for those around me? What does it mean for my own pleasure? Looking at some of the considerations you might have, what considerations belief systems are holding you back? Just take a moment to to think about that and maybe do some writing and let those go. The reality is that sex after menopause is better. You don't have to worry about pregnancy. This is a huge thing that causes women anxiety. And once you're menopausal, it's gone. You don't have to deal with menstrual cycles, with tampons and pads and pills and or even with condoms, you know, if you're with a monogamous partner. So this is a huge freedom. You can have any type of sex any time of the month. You don't have interruption by young children. For most menopausal women, their children are out of the house or at least more independent. And they don't have to worry. They have more time, they don't have to worry about someone walking in on them. So this can be a huge beneficial piece to your sex life. Women, typically, as we get older, we know more and more of what we want and we are less inhibited about asking for it. We're not just worried about what are people going to think of me? What's the world going to think of me? We can just ask for what we want and this translate to a greater experience of sexuality. Because when we know what we want, when we ask for it, when we go after it, this really improves our pleasure with sex and our desire can increase. So for some people, they say, Wow, now that I'm not worried about pregnancy, I'm not worried about, you know, being interrupted. I have, you know, more financial stability and all of that. They actually feel more turned on. They have more of a desire for sex. How opposite is that of the message that we've been getting of, Well, your hormones are gone, so don't expect to want any sex unless you know your husband really turns you on or you take testosterone supplements or, you know, something like that. So sex after menopause is better. Let's just acknowledge that as truth. So where does desire come from? your brain is constantly you're constantly scanning the environment and looking for things. It's looking for threats to keep us alive. It's looking for sexually relevant stimuli. So how cool is that? Our brains are wired for sex and pleasure, and if they see an attractive partner or a potential partner, if they see something that relates to a fantasy they have, their brain is going to take notice. It's also taking notes, notice of threats like, you know, a play, an audience that wouldn't be receptive to you, you know, having sex or playing out one of your fantasies. And it's sending those signals accordingly. So essentially, if you have highly relevant sexual stimuli with a low threat, meaning you're turned on by something and there's nothing in the environment saying, not now, you know you're nursing a baby or you're sleeping in a bed next to your mother or you know, your kids are in the room. There's nothing that's saying, you know, or your life is threatened, nothing of saying it's not safe to be sexual. Then boom, you get desire. So let's just examine what is sexually relevant, because this is really interesting, because this is learned So in every culture, we get brought up with the story of what is sexual. So, you know, one of the interesting things you learn in anthropology class, if you've ever taken one in college, is that there are some cultures that find that a woman's breasts are not sexual, but you know that her her butt is or in some cultures it might be the shoulder is the most sexual part of a woman's body. Or in some cultures, the man's body might be more sexual than the woman's. We we get these stories about what is sexually relevant from our culture. And what they found is that women, more than men, learn what is sexually relevant from their social environment, and they're not quite sure why this is it. Could they think it could be because the man's genitals are outside of him and sort of easier to get in touch with. Women are. We're very social creatures and we learn what is okay and not okay in every aspect of life from those around us, including what is sexually relevant, what's okay to be turned on by all of that. Again, research has found that developmental psychiatric and psycho sexual history affect desire, not our hormones. So we have this story about what is sexually relevant. We get turned on by sexually relevant stimuli. All of this desire is happening in the brain. So what's shutting down desire? It's not the hormones that are governing, you know, the organs and our menstrual cycle. What's what's turning us on, what's giving us desire is what's happening in our minds. So this is why they found that our our developmental, developmental, psychiatric, all of that is what affects our desire. Dr. Emily, go Ski. Who wrote the book Come As You Are, says that stress self-compassion, trauma, history, relationship, satisfaction and other emotional factors have far more influence on a woman's sexual desire than any hormone. So again, if our desire comes from the mind and our perception of what's sexually relevant and what are threats, then we have to to help a woman with desire, to help a man with desire to anyone with desire. We need to look at their stress, their relationship to their self, any trauma they've had around their bodies, around sex, how happy and safe they feel in their relationship, and a lot of other emotional factors. I would argue. We also have to look at the cultural stories that she's picked up. Is it safe for her to be sexual in this world that we live in or not? We need to examine that, get her mind to observe the environment and what sexually relevant and what's a threat in a different way. And boom, we'll get the formula for desire. So when we think about desire Dr. Nagorski also gives us this example, which is this image that's really great, which is where do you have your foot? Is your foot on the accelerator or is it on the brake when it comes to sexuality? Or do you have a foot on both? Because we can all remember learning to drive, especially if you had to learn to drive a clutch like I did. And, you know, figuring out all of those pedals, it can be pretty complicated. And but the worse is, if you have your foot on the accelerator and the brake at the same time because you go nowhere. So with sex, we most of us are in touch with to some degree, but we can definitely expand this what turns us on. So what is the accelerator for Sex and for desire? And this goes, you know, this goes beyond We're going to talk about a list of of turn ons and turn off soon. But this goes beyond just oh, I'm turned on by, you know, my partner's body or I'm turned on if someone plays with my breasts. This, again, is comes from a deeper place, comes from the subconscious mind. And all of the belief systems we have about whether or not it's safe to be sexual. So trauma or things are parent said or things that have happened to us over life will give us this message that it's not safe to have a body, to have an orgasm, to be wet, to be sexual. And then these unconscious messages will affect us. We also have then what turns us off. So what puts the brake on desire? And this is, again, much deeper than just, you know, I'm not in the mood. I've got a lot of work to do. I mean, as we know, if something really interests us, we'll find a way. We'll postpone that work. Will, you know, be 10 minutes late to get somewhere, Will We'll make time for something if we really want it. So we have to look deeper than the conscious things which we are going to talk about. Some of those too. But the subconscious is telling you not to be sexual at some level. If you've got the brake on, if you're not experiencing desire again, an example could be the belief that older women aren't sexual. In addition to, you know, to the conscious ideas, like the idea that you're taking too long to have an orgasm can be a break. So let's look at just general turn ons and turn off. So what are some accelerators for? For women having an attractive partner who loves and accepts you, This can be a real turn on an accelerator feeling trust in your partner, feeling confident and healthy. So feeling good in your body, feeling like you. You smell good. You feel good. You you taste good that you are a confident, sexy woman your partner is super into all of this is a big turn on feeling desired by your partner. And explicit erotic cues so you know genitals and when they're touched and you know, undressing is you know, our partner. Undressing in front of us is one of the biggest turns turn ons they found. I remember that for my first course in human sexuality, they said one of the biggest turn ons is watching your partner undress. I went, Really? That's that's what turns people on, you know. And I had to explore that some more for myself. So those are explicit erotic cues, watching sex, you know, watching porn, that could be another one. Turn off turn offs can be, you know, having concerns about what other people think. Your own feelings about your your body feeling like it's ugly or, you know, not desirable, you know, having consciously decided that sex is a bad idea and then going, trying to go forward with it like that can really turn you off. You won't be able to achieve arousal or orgasm, an unwanted pregnancy, which luckily this group, you know, likely doesn't have that feeling used or taken advantage of, not feeling accepted by your partner. This style of approach, timing, like if all of this is off, this can be a turnoff, right? Being upset with your partner or for some women being upset about something just currently going on in their life, You know, if it's really upsetting to you, you need to get some resolution about that thing going on with work or a family member before you can really show up and not have your foot on the brake during sex. Okay. So another important part of desire is cultivating our fantasies. So we often think desire just has to do with what's happening in that moment. Is someone turning us on? Is something turning us off? But the reality is that our desire and our arousal is deeper than that. It comes from our fantasies. So when I talk with clients who have a really easily aroused, they have a high level of desire. These same clients always have a really rich fantasy life. And you know, the opposite is when I talk to women that don't have a great deal of desire or arousal or pleasure with sex, they usually don't give themselves permission to fantasize. They haven't developed their fantasies during masturbation and self pleasuring and Dr. Harold Lautenberg found that people who fantasize during sex feel a greater level of sexual satisfaction and have fewer sexual problems in their relationships. Even if the person about whom they fantasize is different than their partner. So fantasy is, you know, the Tisdale calls it the soul of the subconscious, the land of the not done and wished for. It's it's perfectly acceptable for our fantasies to be things that we'll never do. And as soon as we give ourselves permission to have this internal world that separate from our partner, it it it keeps the desire there because it keeps the polarity there. We haven't completely merged with our partner. We have our fantasies, they have theirs, and we have that place where we come together and our partner can also be a part of our fantasies. We can play out fantasies with our partner. Ooh, you know, you're this person and I'm that. I'm doing this to you. You're doing that to me. It's all about playing out our fantasies and the dynamics that really arouse us with our partners. Dr. Kerner, in his book, she Comes First, says that in general, women tend to fantasize in ways that are more situational and narrative, whereas men's fantasies tend to focus on specific physical and graphical elements or sexual encounters. So we do I do see this as well. Women will have such a patients that arouse them. There's sort of a story there about what's happening, whereas men can get more turned on just thinking about, you know, a woman bending over or boobs or, you know, something like that. But don't let that limit you. You might have a more masculine experience, a fantasy, or you might have a more feminine experience, a fantasy if if there's a if there's a man listening to this. So don't limit yourself. But, you know, do take that and see. Hmm. Okay. I'm a woman. How can I explore more situational or narrative fantasy? Because fantasy is going to improve my sex life. And if you're not having a good experience of desire and lubrication, you definitely need to be self pleasuring and exploring your fantasies. So lastly, the overlap between men and women he found was multiple partners in fantasy fantasizing about multiple partners, soft bondage, anal play, cheating, watching other people having sex, or being a voyeur and having sex in public. So, hmm, I spend some time now and I want you to think about what fantasies turn you on. This is a moment to pause the tape and maybe just spend some time. Sometimes you think you don't have any fantasies, but think back over your life. What are some of the fantasies you've had? What are some, as Tisdale says, the land of the not done and wished for you? What is some of your deeper, deeper yearning and explore that now. So to understand desire, I think we have to understand what we're working with. And a lot of us have this story that says that, Oh, I'm a woman. I have less potential for pleasure than men. You know, I have this tiny little clitoris where I may or may not have an orgasm, but men get to have an orgasm every time. You know, they're better equipped for pleasure than I am. This is so not true. A woman has the same amount of erectile tissue in her vagina as a man has in his penis. We're totally equal. In fact, if the tails if if the scales are going to tip in one direction, it's in the direction of the woman who on average has just a little bit more of this erectile tissue. So this this tissue is the exact same that a man has in his penis is capable of in gorging with blood becoming erect. And it's a whole network. A man has most of his on the outside in his penis and he has some of it on the inside. A woman has a little bit on the outside her clitoris, which has 8000 nerve endings, but she has most of it inside of her wrapped around her vagina and what are called the Chora and the vestibular bulbs. I talk a lot about this in my sexual mastery course, and I have a little bonus to this class that will go into this further. But you have to understand that you are just as wired for pleasure as a man. You have a huge amount of orgasms from your clitoris, from your G-spot, inside your vagina, deeper inside your ace spot we're going to talk about later. You can have cervical orgasms. You can have anal orgasms, nipple orgasms, combinations of all of the above. You have this huge network of tissue that gets filled up with blood and gorged and the longer you have sex, the more engorged it becomes. So again, your clitoris is your erectile network is called your clitoris. So the clitoris that we know of is really just the most the exterior portion of this huge network. So when I talk about the clitoris, I talk about the external clitoris, and the internal clitoris again, wraps around the vagina is this huge network which I explore more in my courses, but you need to know that it's there, that you're going to engorged with blood, with desire. And if you're not experiencing pleasure with sex, it's because you are not properly engorged in this area. So in Daoism, they talk about how this area fills up with blood because it doesn't just fill up with blood like a man's penis and then release it all when it ejaculate. So we actually are you know, women are really complex and we have all of these layers to us. And this shows up in our orgasm. So the three gates of orgasm in Daoism are first the external clitoris, which most of us know. It's the easiest place to have an orgasm. It's kind of our first orgasm, you know, when we're masturbating. That's the first place we have an orgasm with a partner. If he's going to, he or she is going down on us or touching us. We have an external clitoral orgasm and this orgasm prepares us for the next orgasm which is inside the vagina. And the G-spot. So basically, once we have that first orgasm, you might have noticed this in your sex life. Suddenly vaginal penetration feels really, really good. And that's because this first gate has opened up the second gate. So now that you've had your orgasm from, say, oral sex or maybe there has already been penetration, but, you know, not as deep, not as hard, maybe you're on top or, you know, you have it from from manual stimulation. Now you're ready for this deep vaginal orgasm. And then after that orgasm, which, you know, typically a clitoral goes up and down pretty quick. The climax is a vaginal orgasm to go on and on like waves. They, they you sometimes don't even know exactly where they begin and where they end. You can have them over and over and over again multiple orgasms. And once that has has happened, you're more engorged and you can now take really strong pressure deep into the vagina, touching the cervix, and you can have cervical orgasms, which are again, I talk about this more in other courses, but it's even a deeper release of the mind and the body. So these are the three gaits clitoral vaginal and cervical and they are something we need to understand to really experience pleasure and pleasure is a feedback loop for more desire, because once you know how much pleasure you can have, you desire to have it again. And the last thing I want to say about this is just keeping it at a simmer. So in Daoism, they also say that and we all know this to bring cold water to boil takes a long time. But if something's already at a simmer, it gets to a boil pretty fast. So if you're walking around in your life at a simmer where you're you're fantasizing and you're like a sexual being, you've given yourself that permission, you know, it turns you on. You know, it turns you off and how to, you know, navigate that. Then you're walking around at a simmer. And when you go to have sex, you're already going to be juicy and aroused, and sex is just going to be so much more pleasurable. So these are some important things to know about your erectile network in your pelvis and how it relates to desire. So you need to know that the vagina is always lubricated to some extent by what is called vaginal sweating. I know not a very sexy term or lubrication of the vagina that comes from the transference of blood outside of the vagina through the vaginal walls, mucous membranes. So the vagina is lined with a mucous membrane that's just oozing with lubrication. It's. It's slippery and wet in there. And that's coming from the blood outside the vagina. So it makes sense that when aroused, more blood is flowing to this erectile tissue that you now know about and your pelvis, especially wrapped around your vagina, but connects to your, your external clitoris, your your anal nerve, all of that. And when aroused, the blood that flows to this network will create additional lubrication in the vagina. If there's more blood, there's going to be more crossover and when there's, you know, more arousal, the brain is going to get the message to create more lubrication. Additionally, you have two sets of glands that lubricate the vagina at the entrance the Bartholin’s and the Skene's glands, which we're going to look at in the next slide. And lastly, Dr. Comfort and the new Joy of Sex wrote The best sexual lubricant is saliva, which is in ample supply during cunnilingus or when someone goes down on you, gives you oral sex, and you can use your own saliva to put on your partner's penis to, you know, access from your vagina when you're masturbating and touching your external clitoris. So don't forget saliva. And of course, there is always lube and different types of lube that a lot of people enjoy during sex. When I was nursing my daughter those first nine months, those hormones really did impact my vaginal lubrication and I definitely enjoyed using extra lube. I didn't know about the A spot then though, which we're going to talk about in this course. But it is a huge hormonal shift when you're breastfeeding. And I did use lube at one point in my life, but let's dive in and talk about Bartholin’s and Skene's glands. So Bartholin not again a very you know, as part of the female body named after a man. So some people like to call them the vulvo vaginal glands which they are and they're grape size glands located at the bottom of the vaginal opening at, say five o’clock and seven. And they secrete a small amount of fluid during arousal to help maintain healthy vaginal ecology. In addition to lubricating the area, they're actually protecting the area, which is really interesting. In fact, this is another argument for why it's so important for women to be properly aroused when when they're penetrated, when they have sex. Because if we're not if we're not aroused, if we're not releasing fluid lubrication from the Bartholin, the vulvo vaginal glands, we're not actually protecting our vagina. We don't have that lubrication and that's protecting that ecology there. And I know a lot of women who have issues around sexual desire and fantasy and how they are as sexual beings. It relates to constant UTIs and, you know, bacterial vaginosis, the bacteria being off in the vagina and the urethra. So it's really important that we develop who we are as sexual beings to have, you know, healthy bodies while we when we have sex. Okay. The second gland I want to talk about are the Skene's glands are what are known as the para urethral glands. So these are composed of a huge amount of these tiny tubules which are enmeshed in the erectile tissue. What we just talked about, the part that surrounds and protects the urethra. So it contains around 30 of these openings, these docks along the length of the urethra, as well as two main docks at the actual orifice. The opening of the urethra. And these are the source of female ejaculate? Yes, women ejaculate. I talk about this a lot in some of my other courses in our Veda. It's called the Nectar of Life. It's a clear watery fluid that can come out as a trickle, a small gash or huge explosion. And some women say they completely wet the bed and it's via the urethra during orgasm or during high level arousal. And I've actually heard post-menopausal women say that they have an easier time ejaculating, even without orgasm, just with penetration and, you know, it's ejaculate because it doesn't have that urine smell. It doesn't have uric acid in it, it's clear watery, it's even sweet and some women, you know, I personally feel it with G-spot stimulation when I push back against what has what is penetrating me and it releases out the urethra and it's a real it's not necessarily a super high pleasure feeling, but it's a release feeling and it can be connected with a kind of deep like primitive pleasure and this fluid that this basically the way it was described to me and this really resonated with me. It's sort of like breast milk. It's always there because it gets pulled. It's basically a fluid that gets created from the milk, from the blood through these particular glands that are able to turn blood into milk. Well, this is able to turn blood into ejaculate that comes out the urethra, which could also play a role in protecting the ecology there, or it can be redirected through the via the vagina walls. So there's the urethra in front of the vagina so it can go forward or it can go backward through the vaginal walls as lubrication from deep anterior vaginal penetration. Okay. So we're going to talk about the a spot here. So if we stimulate deep in the vaginal wall, the front wall, the interior wall, there's something called the a spot. It's also called the interior for an X erogenous or the AC. It can produce intense sexual pleasure and rapid lubrication. So this area is, again, the deepest part of the vagina, the front wall, right where it starts to curve upwards beyond the G spot and just above the cervix, because the cervix sort of dips down. And this this zone is attributed to this Malaysian sex scientist, Dr. Chu Anne, who did research on subjects suffering from vaginal dryness and found that stimulation of this area deep in the interior wall of the vagina resulted in this rapid lubrication by redirecting the female ejaculatory fluid and turning it into lubrication. So the technique is really simple. You can start doing it now. And my personal theory is that, you know, this area doesn't get stimulated. We're not opening up the three gates and basically it just hardens with time. So, you know, emotions get stored in that hole, erectile network in our whole pelvis. We get tightness in there just just from an emotional consciousness level, but additionally from not being penetrated correctly, not having, you know, our partners not making love to us while not stimulating the area, our self, childbirth, all of these things kind of harden and dry up the area and we need to wake it back up again. So the technique that he developed is just stroking and applying pressure to this spongy area and the deepest point of the vagina until lubrication comes out and you can move your finger in and out. So you're also contacting the G-spot. And, you know, lots of women have not only experienced greater lubrication, but more consistent arousal. So again, it gets them back to that similar place. Or, you know, once you start working with the vaginal walls, you can very quickly go to the second gate of orgasm. You have your clitoral orgasm. And sometimes even before that, you're already experiencing a lot of pleasure, pleasure with penetration, which is how we're designed to be. We're not designed to just have a penis in us and sort of tolerate it. Come on. No. So stimulate he found stimulating this area for 5 to 10 minutes each day for at least a week would create this instant sexual arousal and lubrication, even if moments before you were feeling stress, boredom, having relationship problems, etc., without foreplay. And I have to speak to this. I haven't done this technique, but through my sexual experiences I have found this. I can go to instant arousal and lubrication from literally moments before feeling stressed, bored, you know, having relationship problems. It's true. And I live at a sexual summer, but I also am extremely responsive and sensitive because I've cleared out the things that block me from my own sensitivity, my own pleasure. So your clitoris has been growing throughout your lifetime. When puberty began. Your clitoris started increasing in size due to these hormonal changes that turn you from a child into an adult woman. And by the time puberty has ended, your clitoris is 1.8 times larger. By the time a woman is 32. The clitoris will be almost four times as big as the onset of puberty. And after menopause, the clitoris is seven times larger than it was at birth. Seven times larger than birth. This means more erectile tissue inside and outside. Your sex is just going to get better and better and better for you. So post menopause sex. If you're post-menopausal, this should equal the best sex you've ever had. I mean, you have the you have the the mechanism for it. You have the the anatomy for it. So now it's up to you to discover your desire, discover your fantasies. Give yourself self-pleasure, work on your vaginal walls, release your a spot, and start enjoying the sex that you were designed for. It's your birthright and your sexual being. And now is the time to to really discover your sexual self to a greater degree than you ever thought possible. So enjoy. Ladies, thank you so much for joining me with this course and sending you lots of love. Bye bye.

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Immersed in a Millennium problem, Rodney doesn't so much have a schedule as a regime. Four and a half hours of sleep a night, fifteen minutes for meals and every other waking second working. He hasn't left the house since...May, he thinks.

He does allow himself one indulgence, when he finishes a section of the proof, a call to the male escort service, just one request, "Someone different than last time." Because sex can never be too anonymous.

The guy they send over apparently never got that memo. He slouches in Rodney's doorway, all messy dark hair and charming smile. "Hey, I'm John."

"Just get in here," Rodney snaps, making John grin.

He drifts around the room, taking in the physics journals and the scattered pages of equations. "Are you a genius or something?"

Rodney fires back, "Are you a prostitute or just wasting my time?"

John laughs and peels off his shirt. "Better?"

"It's a start."

John kicks off his pants and lets Rodney look. He has a beautiful body, his cock long, already taking an interest.

Rodney fumbles with his belt. "Suck me."

John tugs at the hem of Rodney's shirt. "Come on—" He raises an eyebrow questioningly.

Rodney's paying for anonymous, but he hears himself giving up his name anyway.

John smiles. "Well, Rodney, how about you let me drive?"

He doesn't wait for an answer, doesn't appear to expect one. He shucks Rodney's shirt and thumbs Rodney's nipples, sucks and kisses them, before finally getting to his knees. He urges Rodney to step out of his pants and then goes down, hand around Rodney's cock, tongue sliding along his shaft. Rodney sinks his fingers into John's thick hair and rocks his hips.

John mouths his balls, and Rodney whimpers, and John's hand goes wandering, back and back until his fingers are rubbing at Rodney's hole. Rodney jerks and says no, and John dutifully takes his hand away. For about three seconds.

"Are you simple?" Rodney demands testily.

John bites his thigh, not hard enough to hurt, but Rodney shouts anyway.

"I know guys like you. Want to call all the shots, but you don't have a clue what you really need."

Rodney makes a skeptical face. "And you do?"

"Damned right." He gets to his feet, takes Rodney by the cock. "Where's your bedroom?"

Rodney has always thought being led around by it was just an expression, but apparently John never got that memo either. He arranges Rodney on the bed, pillow under his hips, "You have an incredibly beautiful ass." John runs his hands over it.

Rodney snorts. "You say that to all your customers."

John stretches along his back and sucks on his neck. "Only when it's true."

Rodney's lone experience getting fucked was with a strap-on happy ex-girlfriend, one of the more humiliating half hours of his life. So when he feels John's erection brush his leg, he tenses, and John murmurs, "Easy."

Breath against his cheek, and then John's lips. Rodney moans and spreads his legs, and John puts his tongue in him and then his fingers. By the time he feels John's cock, Rodney's shaking, making broken little noises. John sinks into him, like he owns Rodney's insides, and part of Rodney wants to fight.

"Give it up," John coaxes. "Give it up to me."

Rodney takes a hiccupy breath, and John starts to move, and pleasure licks up Rodney's spine. John rides harder, and Rodney begs, "Fuck me!"

"Rodney." John's voice is choked.

Rodney comes.

Afterwards, he can breathe, really breathe, and suddenly ideas are rushing at him. He grabs for a pen and paper.

John curves against his back, rubbing a hand over his hip. "You want me to go?"

"I still have hours left!" And then more imploringly, "Sleep while I work?"

He feels the smile against his shoulder blade. "Hey, I want you to get your money's worth."

Rodney scribbles out his insights, and when John wakes, they have sex again. John goes to shower, and Rodney sits on the edge of the bed, waiting. When John comes back, Rodney awkwardly presses cash into his hand.

John smiles. "Thanks." He hesitates and then bends down. The kiss is deep and soft. "See you, Rodney."

The next time Rodney calls the escort service he hasn't finished a section of the proof and when he makes his one request, it's, "I want the guy you sent last time. I want John."

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Anal Envy: The Man In Charge

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Description: Seth Gamble is at work. He looks overworked and frustrated as he types away on his laptop, sighing with annoyance. Kenna James, an office cleaning lady, enters and begins to work. They greet each other politely, but as she cleans, Seth can't help but be distracted from his work by Kenna's beauty.
Kenna notices him staring and seems amused, smiling at Seth as she begins to purposefully flaunt her body for him. Seth doesn't realize that she's putting on a show for him and tries to politely avert his eyes, but it's tough for him to tear himself away from her hotness. Seeing that he's too polite to take the bait, Kenna becomes more assertive and gets close to Seth. Grabbing his tie, she pulls him towards her, kissing him intensely. He seems nervous and sweaty but ultimately can't resist her.
There is an expression of happy disbelief on Seth's face as Kenna gets on her knees in front of him. Taking her top off, she sucks his cock and tittyfucks him. Soon, she rises to her feet, taking the rest of her clothes off. She bends over Seth's desk, showing off her perfect ass and inviting Seth to fuck her. He obliges, sliding his cock into her and fucking her as she braces herself against the desk.
Eventually, Kenna pulls off of his dick and turns around to suggest they take things into the boss's office. Seth is nervous but ultimately agrees after Kenna promises to let him fuck her ass.
They move to Seth's boss's office. Picking up where they left off, they kiss and caress each other's naked bodies. Kenna has Seth sit in his boss's chair as she goes down on him again, sucking his cock hungrily and tittyfucking him. Kenna then hops up, easing herself down onto Seth's cock. Seth slips his cock into Kenna's ass and she rides him reverse-cowgirl.
Soon, Seth guides Kenna onto his boss's desk. She lies down on her side and Seth continues to pound her perfect ass.
Feels good to be the man in charge, doesn't it, Seth?

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The clinic was staffed twenty-four hours, between the mating pairs needing occasional care and supplies and Omegas arriving in heat at all hours. It was just past seven the next night when the doors opened and a Greek god walked in. Erica had, of course, been fully briefed about Derek 's situation and recognized him from his profile picture, though the digital representation didn 't do him a bit of justice. "Derek Hale?" She asked, and he looked up. He 'd waited far, far too long to come in. He was chalk white and sweating, the sweet scent of Omega slick almost overwhelming even to her muted Beta senses. His arms were wrapped around his stomach like he was trying to hold himself together. "Oh, sweetheart, you waited way too long. I know…show more content…
Erica stopped halfway down the hall and opened the door to a soothingly dim room. There was a bed, a couch, and a large beanbag chair scattered through the room. "There 's a call button here next to the door and one on the wall next to the bed. If you need help, or anything else, just let us know. Stiles lives close, so I 'll have him back here in a few minutes. You 're looking a bit... shaky. There 's a small fridge in the corner. I 'd suggest getting yourself an orange juice to help balance your blood sugar and sitting down for a bit." He stepped into the room and she gave his wrist a quick squeeze before pulling the door closed. Looking around the room, he moved to the fridge and got an orange juice as Erica had suggested before nervously sitting on the edge of the couch... which is exactly where he still was when Stiles (such a weird name) arrived less than fifteen minutes later. The second Stiles closed the door and Derek caught his scent, he was horrified to feel another wave of slick leave him. He knew by that point it must have soaked through his protective underwear and pants and into the fabric of the couch. He was disgusted with himself. No wonder Kate hadn 't wanted him. She 'd been disgusted with him. He was just a filthy, disgusting Omega. He slid off the couch, kneeling and bowing his head just the way Kate had taught him, submitting to his Alpha... Until
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Characters Blob Emma Frost Mystique Shadowcat
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Big Blue, Mistress Mind, and Big Scarlet sauntered down the street, dragging Quicksilver and Toad behind them. Even Quicksilver looked surprisingly delicate and petite beside the three powerhouses.

"Hey, look over there," Wanda said as she pointed at a male strip club, "Big Hunk o' Man."

"OOoo, yummy," Misty giggled, her whole body jiggling. "Sounds like fun."

"Wonder if they have amateur night?" Mistress Mind asked. "LOVE to see how our boys would do on stage."

Before Quicksilver and the Toad could protest, the titanic ladies dragged them inside.

Emma moaned as she slid her cunt up and down on the Blob's cock.

"Yessss, fill me with your magic jism, Freddie baby, make me a titan! Make me the White Empress!"

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You'd lean back on one elbow, next to me on the bed, and trace my body lightly with your fingers, making me wait for the kisses I'm so desperate for. My skin would be flushed with pleasure, my eyes beseeching you to give me what I want. Then you'd give in, and lean over to kiss me gently -- but I'd pull you into a deep long kiss, pushing my tongue into your mouth and sucking yours into mine. I'd hold your head in my hands while I kissed you roughly, and then I'd wrap my leg over your waist, flip you over me onto the bed on your back and push your shirt up and over your head. While you finished taking that off, I'd undo your pants and kick them down off the bed so I could admire your huge cock, licking it up and down and taking it deepdeepDEEP into my throat, licking the shaft while the head is deep in my throat. You'd groan with the effort not to come yet. You'd reach down to try to pull me up for a kiss, but it would be my turn to be in charge.

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At the Moon

"I'm confused," I said to her as she stood on the deck staring up at the moon. It was as if she just wanted to howl but somehow forgot the words.

"It's just like they said," she said, turning her head and looking around in unabashed awe.

"The singers, you know, "I'm just a singer in a rock and roll band..." you know. They said, "...red is gray and yellow white..."

A shooting star arced across the sky and I thought of days, of the future and the past. She wasn't always like this, she wasn't always so disconnected. No, she was always in control, even when we drank too much she kept us out of trouble. But now it was so different, something happened to her in the accident.

They said she wasn't hurt bad, no apparent injuries, just some bruising where the air bags slapped her. The bruising healed and she seemed fine until four or five months later. Then she started ah... losing herself is probably the best way to describe it.

I looked back at her as she stared up at the moon but instead of howling she simply said, "...we decide which is right and which is an illusion." She then began unbuttoning her jacket.

"Hon, it's too cold out here."

"It's so pure, the snow I mean. So quiet."

"But you need your jacket," I said, catching it as she let it fall to the ground, completely naked underneath.

"Leave it there, on the ground," she said, still looking up at the moon.

The bluish light illuminated her body, accentuating the smooth curves in faint shadow. Her nipples were erect, sticking straight out, larger than I had ever seen them. Letting the jacket fall to the ground as she wanted, I reached out to clasp her breast.

As I touched her she turned away from me, kneeled down on the jacket and then put her hands down, as if posing for me on all fours. She looked back up at the moon and then glanced at me, wiggling her ass a bit. It had been so long since I had touched her that I ached for her, my cock fully erect since I first saw she was naked.

I kneeled behind her, unfastened my pants and pulled them down. I reached out and touched my hand to her hip but she leaned forward as if to pull away. I paused a moment, but she wiggled her ass and leaned back toward me. I reached out to her hip, but she pulled away again.

This time when she moved back closer to me, I grabbed her firmly and pulled her back to me. She struggled to pull away, but I had too firm of a grip on her. I leaned forward and with my free hand worked my cock into her wet pussy. Pushing forward, I felt myself slip easily into her wet pussy.

She tried to lean forward again, so I grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled her back to me, thrusting myself deep into her. Moaning loudly, she looked back at the moon and then said, "No, not now, the moon..." She stopped talking and pushed back onto me as I pushed my cock into her. Suddenly jerking forward, she pulled away and spun onto her back as my cock slipped out of her pussy.

Glaring at me she growled, "You fuck, it's all wrong."

"What's all wrong," I asked, grabbing her arms and holding her.

"The moon, this it's all wrong."

"But it's been so long, I just want to touch you, to love you."

Her face changed and she seemed to relent. Her body relaxed and she remained motionless as I moved between her legs and pushed my cock back into the wet warmth of her pussy. She closed her eyes as I began moving my hips back and forth. After a few moments she began lifting her hips in rhythm with mine. I could feel her grip on my arms tightening as we moved together.

I bent over and took a nipple into my mouth, sucking on it and the moving to the other one. Letting my tongue circle around it I glanced up at her face and noticed her looking at the moon again. Then she arched her back, moaned loudly and came, her pussy convulsing around my cock. Pushing deep inside her, I paused, letting her catch her breath for a moment.

When I began moving again I felt her body begin to tense up again and I thought maybe she might be getting close to coming again, but then she growled and dug her nails into my arm. Not sure what made her get so fierce, I kind of liked it and began thrusting myself faster and faster.

"No, this is not right, stop this now," she screamed, slapping me across the face and then bucking her body. My cock slipped out of her just as I was coming and I watched my cum spurt out across her stomach and breasts. She pulled herself out from under me and screamed, "You raped me. I said this was wrong, but you did it anyway. You raped me."

"Hon, what are you talking about? You took off your jacket and kneeled down for me."

"I told you to stop and you didn't. Look at this," she screamed running her hand through the cum that streamed down her body.

"But you did want it, you came for Christ's sake."

"No, no, no," she screamed, grabbing the jacket and running inside.

I tried to follow her in but she locked the door. I walked around to the other doors but they were also locked. We had a hide-a-key tucked in a plastic rock in the garden but I wasn't about to go plowing through the snow to find the rock. The wind wasn't bad and my jacket was warm enough, so I sat down on one of the deck chairs and waited. Sooner or later she'd have to let me in or something.

About twenty minutes later the "or something" came screeching into my driveway with red flashing lights. I removed my hands from my pockets and placed them on the deck rail so the police wouldn't get nervous. After a few minutes a policeman stepped through the back door and asked, "Mr. Jackson?"

Nodding I replied, "Yes, I'm sorry it came to this, she's never carried it this far before, she's always gotten a handle on it."

"Sir, your wife said you raped her."

"No, no it's all a misunderstanding, you see, she has some mental problems... she's not really crazy or unstable or anything, she just kind of loses focus... hallucinates."

"She has some bruises on her face, do you know how they got there?" he asked.

"Bruises? No, we had sex out here on the balcony, but there was no struggle, no bruises."

"My partner is with her, she's helping her until the ambulance arrives."

"Ambulance? Is she okay? Did she fall or something?"

"She claims you raped her, hurting her face when you forced her down onto the deck here," he said looking at his notebook.

"But the ambulance? Is she badly hurt?"

"Calm down, she has a bruise or two on the face, but we want to get her checked out. They'll take her into the hospital and run a rape kit on her."

"But they don't need to do that, you just need to let her calm down, once she does and is herself again she can tell you what really happened."

"Why don't you tell me what happened?" the officer said, leaning against the rail.

"It goes back about six months ago, when she had the accident."

"Car accident?"

"Yes, there were no apparent injuries, except for some marks on her face where the airbags had hit her. The ambulance drivers treated her on the scene and released her. Everything seemed normal until about a month ago, she started having visions, hallucinations or something."

"How do you mean?"

"I mean she'd just start talking as if something was going on, as if someone else were talking to her, or something was happening nearby when nothing was really happening. You understand?"

"I guess, and tonight."

"We were on the deck together, it was chilly but we both had on coats. She seemed obsessed with the moon, staring up at it and reciting lyrics."

"Yeah, from the Moody Blues, 'Nights in White Satin,' talking about the moon. But it was odd, she seemed nervous, holding her head back and I'd swear she was about to howl at the moon. Anyway, she suddenly pulled off her jacket and she was entirely naked."

"Yeah, except her shoes, but anyway, she threw her coat down, and kneeled down on it. She would look at me, as if she wanted me to... to ah... I mean she moved her body kind of inviting like and well, we haven't had much in the way of relations recently because of her... ah, problem and well, I figured if she wanted to I would. I unfastened my pants and well, kneeled down behind her and we had sex."

"She didn't resist?"

"It was strange, she pulled away saying something about the moon being wrong, but then she'd move herself, like inviting me again. It all seemed like a game, like she was playing hard to get."

"Did you ever hit her, or knock her down?" he asked.

"No, besides pulling away several times after which she seemed to come back, there was nothing physical like that. Again she said something about the moon being wrong."

"Why didn't you stop when she said that?"

"Well, it was like almost immediately afterwards she'd seem to invite me back," I replied.

"She asked you?"

"Not verbally, but in the way she moved her body."

"Okay, look, let me talk to my partner and see if we can figure all this out," he said. "Look why don't you come inside and sit there at the kitchen table."

"Can I talk to her?"

"Wait until we get this straightened out."

I sat down at the table and watched as the police officer walked into the living room. I could hear him talking to a woman, I presume she was his partner. While sitting alone I tried to figure out how she could have gotten a bruise while we had sex, but it just didn't seem possible.

After a few minutes the officer returned and said, "Look, Mr. Jackson we need to work out a few more details here. I wonder if you wouldn't mind coming into the station with us."

"And my wife?"

"We are going to send her to the hospital, more a precaution than anything. Of course they will run a rape kit when they are there."

"Can I see her?"

"Not right now," the officer said, firmly placing his hand on my shoulder as I began to stand up.

Sitting back down I said, "Okay, I'll come into the station, but can I get cleaned up first, change my shirt and all?"

"We'd prefer if you remained as you are."

"Okay, I'll grab my keys. Should I follow you?"

"No, don't worry about driving there, you can ride in the car with us."

"Am I under arrest?" I asked nervously.

"No, no, we just need to ask some more questions to try and work all this out."

The officer led me out the back door after assuring me they would make sure the house was secure. He walked me through the snow out onto my driveway where I passed the ambulance and several of our neighbors. I simply looked down at the ground, embarrassed by it all.

I wasn't arrested and wasn't wearing handcuffs, but it was still humiliating walking with the officer past my neighbors. Anyway, I rode into the station and followed the officer past a number of desks to a small room where I sat down in an uncomfortable chair. I was there for about thirty minutes before a man and a woman stepped into the door.

"Mr. Jackson, I'm Detective Mills and this is my partner Detective Andrews," the man said in a very official tone. "Do you know what you were brought in for?"

"Yes of course," I replied. "I'm here to help straighten out the confusion over my wife's story about what happened tonight."

"And what did happen, Mr. Jackson?"

"It's just like I told the police officer, I was on the back porch and well, my wife was wearing a coat and nothing else. She took off her coat and well, one thing led to another and we had sex. Afterwards she got mad at me, rushed inside and locked me out."

Detective Andrews squatted down next to me and said, "You wife says you raped her."

"No she is confused, it's like I told the officer, since the accident..."

"The accident, the car accident?"

"Yes she was hurt, something in her head or something, she gets confused."

"She gets confused?"

"Yes, you see the airbags..."

"Mr. Jackson," Detective Mills began loudly, "Wasn't it you that was in the accident?"

"No my wife..."

"Mr. Jackson," he said loudly again, "I've checked the records, your wife was not in the vehicle, it was you who had the accident."

"No it was her, she gets confused... hallucinates, says things..."

"Mr. Jackson, were you in a car accident?"

"No, it was my wife. I wasn't... no it was... it was... yes, a car accident, I was in a car accident."

"Aren't you the one who has been treated for hallucinations?"

"Me? No you see she... the airbags..."

"Mr. Jackson, did you perhaps have a hallucination tonight, perhaps misunderstand your wife?"

"No, no, she looked at the moon, pulled off her jacket."

Detective Mills paused a moment running his hands over his chin. I could hear the light scrape of his fingertips over his whiskers. He then asked, "When did you have the security system put in the house?"

"It came with the house, some new fangled automatic system. We never could get it to work right, we finally disabled everything except for the alarms at the doors."

"Did you know you had closed circuit surveillance cameras?"

"Yeah, they looked out over the yard on each side of the house, but they never worked right and we shut them down."

"Well, it appears at least one of the cameras was working, one that was trained on the balcony."

"No, no when we first used it, the camera was trained out on the back yard, but I shut it down."

"Mr. Jackson, the camera was apparently working tonight and it was trained on the deck. What do you think of that?"

"It couldn't have... wait, if it was then you could see what really happened."

"We did see what really happened."

"Oh good, I mean you can see how she was. I mean, well we had sex... I didn't force her. You can see that, you saw that right?"

"Oh we saw the recording."

"Okay, well I need to get a ride, home so I can get my car and go to the hospital."

Detective Andrews reached behind her back, pulled out some handcuffs and said, "Mr. Jackson, you have the right to..."

She continued talking but I couldn't focus on what she was saying. No, I couldn't focus on anything but her hands slowly unbuttoning her blouse...

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A young white couple decides on a honeymoon in Africa

Kyra’s honeymoon to Africa has taken a horrible turn.After witnessing her husband’s death, she narrowlyescaped into the jungle. Having survived the ragingriver, with the last of her strength, she collapsed onthe muddy riverbank.
Hours later, she woke up to find herself in someone’shome and bed. The décor was strange to say the least.Cooking implements were piled against the mud walls.Once on her feet, she gingerly made her way outside.Kyra found herself in a clearing with a magnificentwaterfall emptying into a lagoon. It almost seemedmagical with the rising mist and the lush greensurrounding. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticedsomeone coming towards her.
He was a tall dark man about 6’2″ and certainly anintimidating fellow. Wearing nothing but a loincloth,beads of sweat glistened off his muscular build. In hishand, he wielded a machete and his eyes transfixed onthe beautiful stranger. She kept her eyes on him,genuinely afraid of him. There was no clue to hisintentions. As he moved closer, she retreated alwayskeeping a distance.
“You have nothing to fear. Welcome to my home.” Hegreeted her.
“You speak English? Who are you?” Kyra asked with aconfused expression.
“I am Kouassi and you are?” replied the African.
“My name is Kyra.”
“That is a most unusual name,” Kouassi said.
He offered some smoke fish and a potato-like vegetablethat have been boiled. But she was still apprehensiveignoring her empty stomach.
“Do you live here alone?”
“Now I do. My brother once shared my home until a yearago,” Kouassi said. “Where is your home?”
“Well it’s pretty far away…” she began before trailingoff.
Kyra felt uneasy lying on her bed, staring aimlesslyabove her. Across the fire, Kouassi’s attention was onthe woman. His eyes locked on her breasts, rising andfalling with each breath in the soft amber firelight. Hebegan to reminisce the moment he found her on theriverbank. Now whether it was the gods’ doing or fate,Kouassi wasn’t sure but he was glad to have brought herhome. She was truly a woman of caliber and a perfectbride, although his mother wouldn’t approve at all.
The next morning Kouassi woke up full of excitement andanxiety. He was to bring some medicine to his mother,who was staying with his sister. Kyra was still asleepand when she shifted, her tank top slid down. The top ofher breasts, nestled inside her black lace bra becamevisible stopping Kouassi in his tracks. He was drawn toit like a moth to the light, but just as reached hishand out, Kyra began to stir.
He quickly pulled his hand back and went on his way. Ashe trekked through the jungle, mind was on his guestback home. Kyra woke up to find she was alone. Shepicked at the smoked fishes left beside her bed and atesilently.
After breakfast, she went down to the lagoon to wash herhands and face. Looking at her reflection, she wasappalled. Her blonde hair was a tangled mess and herclothes as well. She smelled like a dirty laundryhamper. It has been several days since she had a showerand she was overdue for one.
The pristine water looked so refreshing and inviting. Ofcourse there was the matter of prying eyes but she wasin the middle of nowhere. The only prying eyes thatworried Kyra were Kouassi’s. She had no knowledge whenhe left or when he would be back. Prompted not only byher odor but also the unforgiving heat.
Kyra decided to take a dip in the pool. Throwing cautionto the wind, she began to undress. She pulled her mudstained tank top over her head and cast it aside. NextKyra unclasped her bra and let fall to the ground. Thenshe unzipped her shorts and panties down her long legsin one smooth motion. Slowly Kyra waded into the pool.The water was cool and a relief from the relentlessheat. It was truly relaxing.
Meanwhile having dropped off the medicine, Kouassi washeading back home. He was glad to have left because hismother pestered him the whole time. His mother told himof several suitors in his brother-in-law’s village.However it matter not, there was only one woman on hismind, Kyra. Upon arriving home, he found the hut empty.Kouassi’s fear that Kyra may have run off or somethingworst happened to her. Then he noticed tracks leadingdown to the lagoon, so he followed them. Kouassi couldmake out a pale figure against the dark cliff face.
It was a beautiful sight. There was Kyra, fully nude andbathing in waist deep water. Quietly and cautiously,Kouassi got closer and closer. With her back turned, shewas completely oblivious to his presence. He could seeher firm, rosy butt through the clear water.
“What do think you’re doing?!” Kyra cried as she turnedaround. She quickly covered herself as much as shecould. There was a huge smile on his face, his whiteteeth flashing and that’s when she noticed his crotch.
Pushing aside the loincloth was the biggest, black cockshe’d ever seen. His python-like member stood erect,acknowledging the naked beauty before him. Kouassislowly waded into the pool and towards her. Kyra was ata standstill.
There was nowhere to hide in her current predicament.She could only wait as he stopped in front of her.Kouassi could see that Kyra was trembling, but he wasn’tgoing to harm her in any way.
“Do not worry. I won’t let any harm come to you.” Hebrushed her hair away from her face.
Then he gently grasped her wrist and pulled her armaway. Kyra turned away, embarrass for only one man hasseen her naked, her husband. Now she was completelyexposed to this stranger, this primal African man. Hecupped and squeezed her breasts, and playfully tugged onher hard nipples.
She couldn’t deny the sensation on her breasts. With onehand on her breasts, his other hand caressed down herflat tummy, past her neatly trimmed bush stoppingbetween her legs. As he started to massage her mostsensitive area, a soft moan treacherously escaped herlips.
Kouassi began kissing the nape of her neck heighteningthe experience. Returning the favor, she wrapped herhand around his shaft and stroked it. Kouassi groaned,enjoying the stimulation of his manhood and just when hecouldn’t hold it, he stopped her.
Taking her hand, he led Kyra onto a bed of grass just afew feet from the water’s edge. Kouassi got on top ofher: he loved the contrast of his dark flesh against hercreamy pale flesh. He lowered his head to her breasts,his lips finding her hard nipples and suckled like aninfant. Kyra held his head tightly on her breasts.
Kouassi slid his python-like shaft against her mound,emanating a burning sensation between her legs. Thengazing deep into her blue eyes, he slowly pushed hisdark meat, inch by inch into the gorgeous woman’s pussy.Kouassi began thrusting his tool slowly, once findinghis rhythm, he increased his pace.
As her vaginal walls loosen to accommodate his cock andthe two of them lubed up, his tool slid smoothly andeffortlessly, building the impending orgasm. With allher inhibitions gone, Kyra moaned softly at first thenlouder and louder, echoing through the jungle. She wasgetting fucked like never before and she was enjoyingevery bit.
Kyra wrapped her legs and tighten onto him as an orgasmsurged through her. His lips found her soft, lusciouslips and in her lustful state gladly accepted histongue.
Their bodies convulsed as another powerful orgasmovertook them. Like a beast, Kouassi groaned loudly as ajet of his black seed splashed her pussy, overfillingher womb and streaming from her slit. After emptying thecontent of his balls inside Kyra, he pulled his limpdick and collapsed on her.
“Stay with me, Kyra,” he said.
Kyra kissed him again. “Yes, I will.”
In nine months time, she gave birth to a healthy babyboy. Never before in his life has Kouassi experiencesuch happiness. Under the shade of a tree with herinfant son suckling on her breast, Kyra looked on as hernew husband sowed their garden.
Although she still missed her family back home, Kyraknew this was where she belonged.