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Taking a sensual massage should not be viewed as just a pleasure for women. It should also be regarded as an important part of a healthy lifestyle for both a woman’s body and her mind. It provides her with time to be a receiver, it gives her the opportunity to experience different sensual and sexual dynamics, it provides her with a non-judgemental, not expective environment and it normalises sexual arousal as a natural function.

Lack of arousal can cause poor well-being

But when a woman finds herself in a situation where her natural sexual feelings are denied, (non-sexual relationship)  suppressed (religious or cultural dogma) or simply switched off and ignored (trauma and rape) then nature can be pragmatic and soon her health and well-being can be negatively affected. Disconnection, frustration, rejection, depression and poor health can be a consequence of a lack of sexual intimacy and erotic arousal.

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Some women give the reason for wanting the massage as simply a desire for personal exploration and pleasure others it can be a need to satisfy sexual frustration. Some come for advice and treatment for a sexual performance problem such as an inability to orgasm or fear of intimacy. Others come along for just “me time”. Whoever the person or whatever reason they give my goal is to give them an experience that is not only professional, caring and safe but also one that is profoundly satisfying and fulfilling, some say life-changing.

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"Oh baby. I love what you've done with your sweet pussy. It looks...finger-licking good. His hot tongue slipped between my pussy lips and then up and over my clit. As I lay there, he began to eat me out with a passion that I had never gotten from him before.

He ate me to an orgasm and almost to a second before stopping. I was breathing hard and gasping as he moved up my body with his. I felt his hard cock bumping my leg, my inner thighs, and then, the plum shaped head brushed against my pussy.

I gasped, and pulling on his body, tried to get him to drive that hard cock into my starving pussy. He held off, looking into my eyes with a strange yet loving look. I could feel him maneuvering his cock head between my pussy lips, spreading them slightly, and then slipping up and down that now very wet slit.

"Please John. Fuck me. Take me. I'm yours. Only yours. Please. I want you to fuck me."

"I want to fuck you Sue. I can feel how wet you are. Are you ready for me now? Are you ready to fuck me? Do you want my hard cock in your tight little pussy now?"

"YES...YES...YES...FUCK ME. Take me John. Please...I want you. I need you. FUCK ME."

With my words still ringing in my ears, his hard shaft drove into my pussy in one long shove. I gasped at the unexpected filling of my hole. It was so hard, so hot...and so filling. I clung to his body, hugging him tightly as my legs went up and around his butt, pulling him in more and more.

"Yesss...fuck me John. Harder. Fuck me harder. Yesss...Oh, yesss...I love you John, I do. I need you too. FUCK ME. Yesssss."

I had lost my mind. This was the hottest sex we had ever had, and it was the hottest I had ever been. I couldn't believe it. We were having the best sex we ever had. I loved his cock ramming into my poor little pussy again and again. I came almost immediately, and then an amazing thing happened. I began to cum again and again. I was having multiple orgasms.

As I lay there, I felt him tense up and just as I went into yet another orgasm, his hot cum shot inside of my now, very wet pussy. That added heat and feeling shot me way over and I almost passed out. John collapsed on top of me, then after a few minutes, rolled to one side.

His hands never left my body, and he was caressing me as he laid on one side, staring into my eyes.

His look was one I just couldn't tell about. It made me nervous, and excited too.

"Oh...I was just looking at you. You've changed. A lot."

"Yeah? Well, so have you."

"I still love you, you know."

"I still love you too John. I'm..."

"No...don't say it anymore. We're starting over...remember?"

How he had known I was about to apologize for the uptight time I didn't know, but he had before I had even got it out. He had changed so much. It was as if I didn't know him at all. I liked the new him...but at the same time I wondered if what he had lost in the 'old' him would be bad or good for us in the future?

"I want to remember you just like this. You are so beautiful. So...sexy. So soft, inviting, and...everything. I love you Susan. But..."

"But...what John? What's wrong?"

I could tell something was bothering him now. It was in his eyes. He had made some kind of decision and I could tell that it wouldn't be a nice one for me. I had to know now though. I didn't want to be drug along, dangling like I had been for these last months.

"It's just...Sue...as much as I loved tonight, and being with you...I still...memories are still haunting me. I love you, and I loved making love to you. I just don't know if some of the demons that are inside me can be conquered. I don't want to get all set up again as man and wife and then run into some kind of mental anguish that kills our marriage. Not again."

"What...what demons John?"

"Those ones that tell me to doubt you, to doubt that you'll be faithful to me. The ones that cause me to remember that son of a bitch and that night at the hospital, when I found out...about...you."

"Oh. I don't know what to say John. You need to know that I'd never...ever cheat on you again. I can't prove it, and I know that you would have doubts about that, but I just couldn't. Not now. Not after all we have been through. I do love you, John, but I don't want to go into some relationship where you would be angry or mistrustful of me either. I couldn't live like that. Nor, actually, could you."

"So...where do we stand Susan? What do we do now? I still love you, and you still love me. We have serious issues regarding trust and faithfulness now though."

"Maybe, well, maybe we could go to marriage counseling? Would doing something together like that help us?"

"I don't know. I don't think I could stand to go back over all what happened yet again. It's taken me so long to get to where I am now. I don't know if I could handle hearing about you and that...son of a bitch. Not again."

"Okay. I guess that if we can't fix it, we need to move on then. I don't want to get divorced..."

"I don't want that either. I do know however, that if we were to move back in together, those trust issues would flare up too. Damn it...I love you so much and...the hurt...it's so bad right now."

I could feel the pain in his voice. I wanted to reach out and hug him to me, holding him close. He had never talked like this before. Always we had talked, but not so...openly about such close matters of the heart. John had been one of those guys that held certain things close to his vest. I know he told me he loved me constantly, but there had been deeper things that he never mentioned to me. Now...I was one of those deeper things.

"Then maybe you need more time John. I'll wait for you. Forever if that's what it takes. Maybe...just maybe, we could be friends with benefits? You know...we could meet like we did tonight? It would keep us in touch and talking. Then, someday, maybe, you'd be able to handle it and then we would both know."

"Sue, do you think that would be wise? What if that day never came? We'd be tied up by each other, for no real good reason. I just don't know."

"Look John, there will never be another man for me. I know this in my heart. Regardless of what happens to us, I'll never want another man again. I've learned a lesson and a painful one it was to learn. I know that in the entire world there is only one man for me. I had him, and now I lost him. If I can get that man back, then I'd be the happiest woman in the world. If I can't, then I'll be alone. It's just the way it will be John. You are the only man for me and when I messed that up...I ruined not only my life, but also I hurt you too. I have no excuse. None."

"But you can't just hang around in the hopes that one day I'll forgive you and forget all about this and accept you like I did before Sue. I know that at some point, we both have to move on."

"I've moved on John. I want you back. Lacking that, I'll be okay by myself. Not the perfect life I envisioned when we got married, but a life I could accept after all that's happened. You need to figure out what you need John."

"You're right. I do need to figure out what I need, and what to do. I'm...sorry."

"You're sorry? John, the only one who needs to be sorry, is me. I'm the one that wronged you. You have acted far above what most men would have done in the same situation. I am the one that brought this all on. Not you."

"No...you didn't bring this all on. Yes, you did participate, but you are not the reason we are where we are now. That bastard Bill...he's the reason you did what you did. If he hadn't worked on you for so long and slipped through your defenses, you would never have turned to him. He set you up and took you down that slippery trail."

"You make it sound like he's pretty devious. How could any man be that way? You make it sound like he could do that to any married woman."

"He did Sue. You were not the only one. I told you...I have proof of that. You are the last of a string of married women he has managed to turn to him. He's ruined at least three marriages that I've found out about."

"Well...what are you going to do then John?"

"I'm going to fix his wagon. He is about to learn to not mess with married women again."

"Then what? What comes after you have fixed his wagon?"

"I...I...don't...know. I just don't know Sue."

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Viscous Nature - Chapter 29 - Savage Procreation

Short story By: Dean Talbot

This story contains extreme sexual content, delves into the feelings of love, lust, hatred and sinisterly evil fate, to lastly climax in an end worth waiting for, whereby each chapter will build upon the other and hopefully create that necessary emotional attachment.

Chapter 29 - Savage Procreation - No man that she had ever known nor any toy that she has purchased or fashioned has filled her or massaged her innards as the appendage that now throbs within her.

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Chapter 29 - Savage Procreation

Only the explosion of a hand grenade could have been more brutal, the window of the bedroom turning from a reflecting sheet of calm black water into a shower of silver daggers and splinters rain down on the three occupants of the bed. MaryAnne saw the window in slow motion as it bulged inwards like bread dough rising, slowly but steadily growing into the full bodied form that would be ready for the oven. She could see the wood frame bowing inward and the first cracks appear at the corners of the window until with the sound of a shot gun blast it erupted in the fraction of a second. Turning her head away from the oncoming debris, she caught the sight of Jed, his left arm being thrown up in an attempt to ward off danger and the blood spray from his face as his nose was cleanly sliced by a flying shard of sharp glass.

Her body had been shielded from the blast of glass and splintered wood by Jed's form but not her sight or sanity by what her eyes were now confronted with. A terror so horrible and so abominable it was beyond her comprehension. Seemingly shadowed in darkness despite the low light from the hallway that entered the room, at first it was hard to define that which now crouched at the edge of the bed, the only discernible features the two glowing and unblinking orbs of yellow surrounded by the black of night. Slowly it grew from the floor, a mass of gloom extending itself from the bed towards the ceiling. As it swelled so did the details of that hideous form. The cloud of black slowly dimmed into shades of dark grey, the dresser and closet door behind the intruder taking shape and clarity the taller it got. Massive shoulders gave way to a barreled chest and slim waist below which legs slowly emerged, long, bent and not at all human in form. Slapping at its belly was an organ of reproduction that only Lucifer himself could have conjured from the depths of his fiery pits. A sickening bludgeon of glistening red purple snaked with yellowed ivory veins protruding at the loins from a roll of haired skin like an entity all its own. Bulged in the middle as if it had swallowed a bowling ball and the rounded head sloping to a point where a viscous yellow brown fluid dribbled from a black hole like water might percolate from a coffee maker it throbbed and swayed as if of its own accord.

These growing details were only mental notes as her focus was drawn to the things head and those flaming eyes. Set on a short neck that bulged with knotted muscle could not be disguised by the cover of its bristling hair, a head came grudgingly into view which at first might have reminded her of a Baboon, a flat and elongated cranium behind a long snout with ears similar to those of a Doberman, cropped and laid back. As its face came into view so too did the terror in her heart grow. Though having the semblance of a primate the darkness rolled back to reveal the face of a demon from hell, the skull misshapen and bulging out at one side, a hairless domed tumor atop a gruesome head. The mouth looked as if it had been pushed out from the back of its skull protruding unnaturally from below the eyes, twisted to one side, the lips drawn so tight that they had split bloody and thin to expose a row of upper and lower teeth ragged and diseased. The nostrils were not located above the front teeth as one has become accustomed to with every animal known to man, the only hint at what might have been a nose was the lump of flesh with stretched holes that ran the length of the left side of its snout. The incisors, as long as the curved claws of a full grown bear jutted from beneath bared gums eclipsing all other features with the exception of the blood thirsty eyes that were now trained on the trio.

So shocked by the invasion of their shelter, the men's hands were withdrawn from MaryAnn's cunt and ass with the slurps of slimy feet being pulled from the mud of a dank bog leaving two gaping red and pink holes in MaryAnn's upturned ass, an action that she didn't noticed so consumed was she by the terror that had descended upon them.

A film in slow motion, Chucky rolled to the far side of the bed away from the atrocity that was at arm's length. It was but a blur of black and brown to her mind as the beasts arm was swung in an upward arc its talons tearing through the ceiling before descending down onto the back of the fleeing man in a hail of shredded chunks of sheet rock.

She was paralyzed but for her eyes, the fear of more than death seizing her heart as she feels Jed slip from the side of the bed closest to that being of intolerable menace, the same instant those claws sank into the back of the man that had just pleased her. As big as Chucky was, he is crushed to the side of the bed, the nails and fingers of the horror atop him disappearing into his side with the cracking of rib bones and the sound of a meat cleaver slicing through flesh. With unbelieving eyes she watches as the monsters hand pulls from the man on the bed taking a chunk of his body with it, a cavernous hole in his side left to reveal a torn and collapsed lung in its place. A silent scream rips from his lips with the spattering of blood from his upturned face dousing the bedroom wall.

Out of the corner of her eye she sees it moving closer to her, the stench of death, decaying flesh and feces accosting her sense of smell accompanied by the wheezing gulps of air by the dying man at her side culminate into a ghastly dream no man should need to endure. Its hand still engulfed by the flesh and bone from Chucky's severed chest, it turns to her. Closing her eyes, clenching them as tight as she could, she hoped that this nightmare would go away and was nearly convinced but for the hot breath that now puffed at her upturned ear and neck tossing her sweat drench hair as a blast of ocean wind might fill the tattered sails of a sinking ship. There was no touch, she could feel its head pull back from her, feel the heavy footfalls of the creature as it walked back towards the destroyed window it had entered the house from, glass shards being crushed under the weight of its massive body.

She shakes uncontrollably, feeling what she thought to be the slick tongue of the colossal fiend lapping at her genitals, long strokes that parted her cunt lips to drag across her now puckered ass. The mess that had been left by her two lovers soon gone, she feels that sickly tongue worming its way into her still slushy box to then turn its attention to her tightened ass, pressing deep into both holes alternately, gulping in her mixed fluids with slow deliberate and obviously enthusiastic delight. She felt the sharp teeth of its lower jaw dig slowly into the skin of her mound and the upper incisors cut into her buttocks as it distended its jaws trying to reach even further into her body. At once it stopped and with a snort of approval, a sound that might have been compared to the snuffle of a horse that just took a big whiff off a bucket of oats, it steps up onto the bed, a leg to either side of her hips.

She cries softly in despair as she feels the pointed tip of that malformed sexual appendage pressing at her groin, missing its target several times to slip down below her smoothly shaved mound and slide along her belly. Talons like ice picks dig deep into the skin of her shoulders pulling her upper body from the bed and back, impaling her onto that vicious sludge oozing prick. It plowed into her, she could feel the skin between her cunt and ass stretching, the ache of pelvis and tail bones as they are pressed apart, a sensation she could compare to that of child birth but in a fraction of the time, the pinch of her anus muscle being dragged into body by the mass of that lump being forced into her. The excruciating pain was like no other, it was as if her whole groin were tearing with the passing of that bulging lump causing every muscle in her body to weaken and tremble. The pain was soon suppressed, replaced by the sting of the searing heat emitted by that diseased cudgel as it pressed deep within her, stretching her vaginal tissue way beyond any penetration it was foreseen to handle, pushing major organs aside as it burrowed and instilling a nausea which nearly had her spilling her dinner on the covers beneath her.

There was nothing human about the rape that was taking place. The creatures' body hunkered over her back where she kneeled on hands and knees, the talons of its fingers pulling her upper body back with such force that her back threatened to snap, it was the sick scene of some prehistoric beasts being consumed by the instinctual need for procreation. The thing slammed at her blubbery hips with a crazed gusto, its whole cock disappearing to be pulled from her now cavernous cunt to then thrust back into it with a sloshy splash thump that drove the wind from her lungs, the girth of its member visibly distending even her chubby belly with each insertion.

She couldn't cry, she couldn't breathe, and there was no more pain, not even when she felt those teeth sink into the fat and muscle of her shoulder as its swelling orgasm neared. Her conscious mind nearly gone, the overpowering sense of desperation and doom had given way to the onset of shock, her mind accepting this fate that has been dealt her, she gets lost in the rhythmic motion of her body. She lowers her head, the long hair falling from her shoulders, an impenetrable curtain where a movie begins to play before her closed eyes. She sees a woman naked and beautiful on hands and knees in the middle of a grassy meadow spotted with gorgeous yellow and blue flowers bumping her body back on an invisible lover. Those breasts so proud follow her body's cadence, the faint imprint of translucent hands massaging them with each thrust of her hips. Every movement of that luscious body conveyed the woman's lust for that overpowering male dominance, sensual satisfaction and the quickening rhythm of her thrusting hips, the starving need for release.

Warmth flows through MaryAnne's body, she can taste the sweet smell of the grass, the gentle touch of the wind caressing her bare skin and the earthy brush of the grass on her legs and arms. She catches her breath and winces at the depth with which that pulsating limb is penetrating her tender womanhood. No man that she had ever known nor any toy that she has purchased or fashioned has filled her or massaged her innards as the appendage that now throbs within her. She feels the firm spread of her fleshy cunt stretched to its breaking point, a pain so intense and longed for that her mind translates it to pure pleasure. The knotted midsection of this massive cock rolling over her cervix making it feel like a small boat riding the enormous swells of an ocean in a brewing storm sending shock waves of ecstasy through her body with every cresting. The slipping of that slick sloped head as it parts her wonting flesh to crash deep within her lusting cave creates a tempest of euphoria that washes over her. She can feel her climax coming, a feeling that she staves off, prolonging this unmatched state of ecstasy as long as she might.

Opening her eyes, MaryAnne sees the lady surrounded by the natural beauty of the land slamming her body onto that pole of pleasure, sees the climax building in her body, the quivering of her legs and shaking of the arms attesting to the tension that has built inside her. With a swing of her head, that black radiant mane flares out blocking all of the light and color of the surrounding flora to reveal a familiar face,… her face above which two large glowing balls of yellow fire raged.

It was only when that shaft of destruction slipped from her red frothing cunt to mistakenly ram itself into her ass that the overwhelming agony jolted her body back to reality if only for a moment, a split second where she could feel its lava like seed spilling into her large intestines, the acidic fluid eating at her flesh. With a wailing cry of a person on deaths door step the room began to tilt and sway, her vision blurred until the lights went out. She knew no more torture.

The howling of his bitch brought out an inherent answer from his malformed mouth born of eons of habit, a wail more bone chilling than the death cry his unwilling bitch had just let loose. His body shaking from the exertion and jubilation of his planted seed, he slides from the bed releasing his nails from the slumped body beneath him. Its limp form falling on its side where it could see the torrent of its brown scum oozing from deep within that bloody swollen hole, pumping out like a drunk might puke his night's dinner, waves of fluid and lumpy proteins spilling to the shredded sheets of the bed.

Stepping back, the red veil before his eyes slowly clearing a detail missed earlier comes clearly into view, the end of a thunder stick pointed in his direction. The flash of the muzzle blinded him and the impact of the slug threw him off balance but it did little more than throw him into a rage.

Jed watched the animal, saw the flesh that tore from its right shoulder from the passing of the bullet and the splatter of meat and gore that slammed against the wall behind it. He saw the creature stumble back a step from the impact and before he could load another bullet into his lever action Winchester those goat formed legs with padded feet straddled his chest where he still lay half under the bed. He looked up into the eyes of this invader whose steely muscled hand had already immobilized his gun and saw his death staring back at him.

A shrill scream rang out through the house and was answered by the muffled howls of blood hounds. Jed died watching that blood soaked abomination as it sprang back through the window it came from, a human arm still in its grasp as it disappeared back into the blackness.

His strength waning he rests his head to one side. Coming into sight, a bloody pulp of a head looking at him, dark black fluid jetting from the shorn neck below half of its face was missing its skin, pulled from hairline down to its neck, the jaw bone shattered and jutting straight from the cheek. One of the eyeballs had been torn from its socket still connected by the optical nerve and blood vessels but was now cradled in what was left of an ear. He could see the one good eye close to the floor staring back at him and with his last coughing breath he realizes that he is looking at a large piece of glass and his own reflection.

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Before we’re even close enough to having sex, we’re thinking about it - constantly. That is especially true for any and all kids who played the naughtiest version of MASH. You know, that childhood game where you pick people you want to marry, kinds of cars, how many kids, etc.? Some of you may’ve kept it G-rated but me and my friends were perverts. Perhaps you were just like us? We always had a section that showcased where we’d, umm, like to “do it.” You know, because at 12 you’re thinking about sex but you aren’t mature enough to say it. Anyways, we’d pick the most outlandish places that in hindsight were stupid. Now let’s take a walk down memory lane to see just how wild our prepubescent minds worked and how wrong they were when it came to sexual fantasies.

The Beach

Movies, why do you put it into our heads that the beach is ideal for sex? There’s even a drink named after the act. Thus making it even more seductive when in reality it’s nasty. Some people are down for it though and we don’t mean to knock their preference but most beaches are not the business. With the little sand crabs scattering about, seagulls potentially shitting on you mid-act, sand EVERYWHERE. It’s a hot mess.

A Waterbed

What is it with our fascinations with waterbeds growing up? My babysitter and best friend in kindergarten had them and lemme tell you, just sitting on them sucks. You’re never not moving and once the sheet moves out from under you in the slightest way and your skin makes contact with that plastic lining, gross! How is one supposed to get it in good when they can’t steady themselves and are sticking to a plastic bed? Yeah, that’s a no. Also, when was the last time you actually saw a waterbed? Did those die in the ‘90s alongside landlines?

The Shower

We’ve all watched a porn or three that features a scene in the shower and it looks immaculate. So much so that we fantasize about the day we’ll reach ecstasy on our own. The reality with that is that most porn showers are these lavish ones where water is streaming from every angle. Most of our showers? They’re in one-bedroom apartments and the water pressure is so bad it takes 30 minutes to get the conditioner out of your hair. If you are a baller and have a bomb ass shower than this one is probably still a hot fuck, but if you’re a regular person - skip the shower sex. Someone is always away from the water and shivering because they’re cold. Trust. Me.

Hot Tub

Rounding out our water-based fucks is the hot tub. If it’s your own, go for it but if it’s a public space - RUN. Those are STD Petri dishes.

In a Car

Been there, done that and while it is exhilarating to think you may get caught it’s also really uncomfortable. Plus, depending on where you live the ticket for fucking in the backseat of a car in public may not be the best thing you want on your credit card statement. I’ll say this though if you do happen to find a secluded area and have a big ass SUV, try it at least once. Just make sure to triple check your surrounding area first.

An Airplane Bathroom

Many of us must’ve never been on a plane when we thought this would be ideal. Becoming a part of the Mile-High Club, yeah that’s just not going to happen. The size of an airplane bathroom barely fits one adult let alone two. While we can’t fathom doing that now, there are still plenty of people who attempt this. Unless you’re rocking a private jet, this fantasy is not worth it. At. All.

The Kitchen

Do not fuck where you prepare food. Bottom line. That’s nasty and unsanitary.

At School

Is it just me or did the nerdy kids always say school? Because I always did! The idea of fucking in the place where you were supposed to be well behaved always felt rebellious. Now? It seems highly inappropriate and illegal for so many reasons.

At a Concert or Sporting Event

Typically people will choose one of these places and say the bathroom will do. Have you ever stepped into a bathroom at a venue or stadium? You may as well just lick a dumpster and call it a day. Those are some of the dirtiest and most vile places on the planet. It’s like people all of a sudden forget how to use a restroom when in public at those places. Is that really where you want to get it on? Just enjoy the show or the game then fuck when you get home.

Fast Food Play Area Ball Pit

This one may just be what me and my friends constantly chose because our local fast food place had a bomb ball pit back in the day but looking back, we were so wrong. Ball pits, no matter where you go, always smell like parmesan cheese that has been left out in the sweltering heat for months. And it’s so sticky! Our parents shouldn’t have let us even play in those and we sure as hell shouldn’t have thought it was a good idea to have sex in them either.


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All of the white kids decided at the last minute not to come and we have all broken off into our cliques to sit around and drink and joke. Our clique, famous for wild parties and late night, is the only one left. Everyone else has headed out for the night.

Donna stands up and clears her throat to get everyone's attention. "Hey, y'all remember how we all used to play Truth or Dare?"

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Shay isn't there to hear that, thank goodness, but you are, watching to see if I am going to add anything else. I remember looking into your eyes before I slowly traced your lips with my tongue. I couldn't hear anything that anyone said, because my heart was beating so fast. We were only 15 and I had never kissed a boy, let alone, traced his lips with my tongue. I remember hearing your breath quicken and there was a flash of emotion, I wasn't sure what, in your eyes. I was sure it was repulsion because my wet, soft tongue was tickling your lips while you just stood there.

I blink my eyes to come back from my memory and you come to sit down beside me. You are the only one at this shindig that I haven't spoken to yet.

You clink your half full bottle of Smirnoff Ice against my almost full one. "Earth to Jai. Earth to Jai," you say.

I smile. "Hey William, how you been?"

It has been almost 8 years since we spoke. We broke off our friendship on really bad terms and I didn't think you would feel it would be cool for us to speak.

We are sitting on top of a picnic table, and you lean back, resting with your arms out behind you. You smile back.

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When you ask that, there is so much I want to tell you about but I censor myself as soon as the thoughts start to flood me.

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I can tell that the people around us have kinda quieted down, waiting to see if we are going to put on a show, because of the bad blood between us.

You hop up off the table and motion for me to get up. "Let's go for a walk."

I can hear our friends whispering behind us as we head away from the group and closer to the lake. I hear Curtis yell out, "Hey man, we all see her leave with you. Don't throw her into the lake. We don't want to be witnesses to a crime."

Everyone laughs at that as well as they start to gather up their things to get ready to head out. We come up on a log sitting off to the side of the shore and you have a seat. You offer me a portion of it, but I figure as bad as our last blow up was, I want to be standing for our talk. You chuckle and assure me that you aren't going to hurt me, as long as I don't start throwing rocks or sticks at you.

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I finally smile my full smile at you. "No worries, man, I tell you. My aim has gotten better over the years, but now I only use it for good."

Curtis yells down to us that they are all about to leave. I start towards the rest of the group and you lay a hand on my arm to stop me. I look back at you in askance and you ask me to take a ride around the lake with you.

This is the same lake that we used to ride around as teenagers and find out of the way spots to make out.

You see me thinking and assure me that you just want to talk. I say okay and we head to your car. You open the door of your Cougar and I slide down inside.

When you get in the other side, I comment that I am not used to riding so close to the ground, because I have a truck.

You shake your head, "Girl, you always did like big things."

We look at each other and burst out laughing because that could apply to so many different things.

Your car takes all the twists and hairpin turns of the narrow road around the lake with ease.

You have an SWV CD playing. That was the CD we used to make love to all the time. You start to sing and it brings back memories of late nights, sweating bodies, and ecstasy.

I am trying to play like it isn't affecting me, but I can feel wetness seeping from between my nether lips.

The little cove where we used to make love for hours on the beach is where you decide to turn off and park. You get out and open my door for me.

As you hold out your hand to help me out, you say, "Dance with me."

I don't know if this is a good idea, but I can't help but to melt into your arms. We always did fit perfectly together and tonight is no different. As my arms slide around your neck and your arms gather me in at the waist, I feel like I have come home.

We slowly sway to the music as it is drifting out of your car. I can feel your breath on the side of my neck, tickling me and giving me goosebumps on the backs of my thighs. I lean my head back to ask you what is on your mind, and you lean in to kiss me.

Your lips are so soft, and I moan as I open my mouth to you. Your breathe and my breathe mingle and it feels like an eternity as just dropped away and we are back in the past. As your velvet tongue caresses mine, I feel your hips start to grind into me. I open my thighs, just a bit, to give you more access and help me keep my balance.

As we are kissing, the world feels like it is spinning and I am starting to hear bells. I have on a short skirt and I feel your hand working its way under my skirt and up to my buttocks. You know me so well, that you already know that you will not encounter any panties underneath. I feel your fingers tickling my lips which are now swollen and leaking love juice.

You start to kiss on my neck. "Girl, you always were so damn wet. That shit turns me on."

I start to comment back, but then I feel your hand slide up into me. The comment turns into a moan and you maneuver me so that my back is flush up against the side of your car. Leaning on the car gives me the leverage I need to be able to wrap one of my legs around your waist. You slide your hand deeper inside me, your thumb gently rubbing my pearl.

You feel a bit of something hard and look down. You look back up at me and ask incredulously, "You got your clit pierced?!"

I smile and say, "But of course."

You move my leg from around your waist and kneel before me to get a closer look. You open my sex up with one hand and the moonlight shimmers off the silver of the ring, covered with my excitement. The next thing I know, it is also covered with your tongue. You have put my thigh on your shoulder and you have placed your face right on my sex and you are flicking the ring with your amazing tongue relentlessly. I have to grab hold of your head to keep from falling. My knees are starting to buckle with the intensity of the orgasms you are giving me. Over and over, the wave of completion rides over me to the point where I think I am going to pass out. My moans reverberate into the night and the more I writhe against your face and tongue, the more you try to push me over the edge yet again.

Just when I am positive I am about to throw in the towel, you slide my thigh off of your shoulder and stand up.

I start to head to my knees to return the favor but you stop me. "No, I have to be inside you right now."

My nipples are hard as diamonds from being so excited by hearing you growl that, and experiencing you manhandling me.

My thigh is once again wrapped around your waist and you force yourself into me. As you feel my tightness grasping at you, you smile. You know that when I haven't been having sex for a while, my hole seems to shrink and tighten up. You feel so big inside of me, it feels like you are tearing me apart and I can't get enough. You are bucking into me hard and I am grinding my hips back the best I can from the weird angle.

We end up on the ground, you still inside of me, on top of me. You grab both of my ankles and hold them out as far as you possibly can and start to fuck me for all you are worth.

I am pinching my nipples through my shirt and screaming through an orgasm when I feel your shaft start to erupt inside of me. When the last of the spasms subside, we straighten up and look at each other and start to giggle.

You take my hand and tell me, "We can talk later. Let's head back to my hotel and finish this."

We hop in the car, headed towards the park entrance.

I lean over and whisper, "Remember how we used to travel when we were together?"

Your eyes light up and you unzip your shorts and pull yourself out so that I can pleasure you with my mouth all the way to our destination.

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More centrally a blonde haired lady in a bikini lay on her front, head to one side, and even from this distance I could see the large sunglasses she was wearing. As I reached the sand I also noticed that she had unhooked the bra to ensure an overall back tan.

My feet sank into the dry sand and I made a beeline for the tidal mark that was the beginning of the harder sand for easier strolling.

My route took me towards the prone blonde lady. Not deliberately, just chance. And such chances sometimes govern the events of our lives.

As I neared the blonde two of the kids playing in the sea, came racing up the beach yelling at each other. And I saw that the splashing they had been doing in the sea had been with water pistols.

I don’t know whether it was by accident or on purpose but they stopped on either side of the blonde Wincing, I could see exactly what was going to happen. Maybe I could have called out a warning, but if I was wrong, my efforts could be misunderstood.

Sure enough the boys turned to each other, and opened fire. I wasn’t surprised to see their ammunition fall well short of their respective targets, and splash across the bare back of the sunbather. I was only a couple of metres away as, with a cry, she lurched up from the shock of the cold water, without any immediate thought of cover. So, for a brief instant, I found myself viewing a neat pair of pink tipped breasts. The kids had raced away to the haven of the family group.

In spite of the sunglasses I knew she was aware that I had observed her revelations, and in an effort to be gallant, I smiled, shrugged and said, “If you’ve seen one you’ve seen them all.”

Scrambling to refit her bikini top, she gasped, “Yes, but I’ve got two.”

A cool response in the circumstances I thought, as she sat back with her legs tucked under her. I sensed, in spite of the massive eye-shades, that she was staring at me, and her next words startled me.

“Chris?–Is it–?” And as she spoke she removed the sunglasses revealing the light blue eyes, which along with the faint smile of recognition on those full lips, lit up her face in a way that the years had not disguised.

“Linda? My God, it is you.” My mind was instantly churning up long dead images. I had actually stroked those breasts. But recalling the events of last time we met made me cringe a little. “You’ve hardly changed.”

Okay. Maybe there were a couple of lines around those eyes, but nothing that impinged on the overall appeal of her appearance.

She came quickly to her feet, revealing her flat belly and curvaceous waist.

“Now stop the exaggeration. It was fourteen years ago. But you look good.”

“What happened to America?” I asked.

“Long story,” she said, her face darkening just a little, the eyes becoming more hooded.

Trying to untangle my meshing thoughts I said, indicating the café at the back of the beach, “Should bostancı escort bayan we have a coffee?”

“Just let me get dressed,” she said, reaching for a pair of jeans that lay on her towel.

“I’ll go and order—latte, isn’t it?”

Her smile was as welcome as the cooling breeze, “You remember!”

“Well, it was only fourteen years ago.”

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“Ah, some things do change, then.”

“Have to take care,” she laughed, patting her midriff.

That kind of care was certainly working, I thought, as I hurried up the beach. Her figure was absolutely stunning. More shapely and curvaceous than I remembered it. And those lips. Oh, yes, those lips. The first lips to close, ever so briefly, around my erect penis.

Seated at a table overlooking the beach, I could watch Linda packing up her gear. Admiring her lithe movements, I unwillingly recalled the shame of that last time we had together.

We had begun seeing each other in the latter months of High School. Nervous dates, uncertain kisses. We were two virgins on the brink of a life’s promise. In those first months we had built a close bonding. Our interests were similar. We went to movies, talked about books or sports, enjoyed walks in the country. Yet our physical intimacies were slow and tentative. She had informed me from our early days together that she was determined to keep her virginity until she was twenty one. She had no specific reason.

“It’s just a whim,” she had said. “When it happens it will be a big occasion”

I, being limited in experience myself, couldn’t complain. I did have visions of myself being classed as a perfect lover. But I needed time and experience to achieve that. Okay, I was just a little disappointed, but she was so beautiful I wasn’t going to back away.

So it was nervously, uncertainly, after a few dates, that I squeezed her breasts through her sweater, and after three months was bold enough to savour the uncovered perfection of them. Sometime after the bad news, during one of our more heated sessions, my hands had wandered to her inner thigh to stray upwards and feel the mound beyond her panties and her breathing had quickened at that.

For her part, she was the first to introduce her tongue to mine, and that had been an electrifying sensation. Her hands eventually teased over my bulge, making little circles over it, while I held my breath. And she, like me, after we knew the worst, found her way inside and gripped my over eager erection. Nothing else, just gripped it. Never knowing how close that brought me to the edge

The bad news broke after we’d been dating for four months. Her father’s job was taking them to America, a lucrative position that could not be refused. Without Linda knowing about it he had been in touch with a university over there that would reserve her a place on receipt of her educational and sporting background. Linda had been exceptionally adept at badminton and hockey, and her examination results were expected to be first class. So no obstructions were expected on that score.

That last day, before she left, we took a picnic out to Blackmore Woods, to a little grassy clearing that we called our own. We ate heartily on the chicken drumsticks, crispy rolls and doughnuts all of which she had prepared. Then we quickly fell into each others arms and kissed wildly for a very long time, as though it was the last day of the world. I was stroking the subtle groove in her panties which quickly moistened, while she slid her hand inside my jeans to find my achingly rampant penis. She had stroked it gently and I felt my scrotum start to bubble.

It was then, quite unexpectedly, she whispered, “I want to do something special for you, so you’ll remember me.” And without further warning she bent and her lips closed around my penis. No tongue. No other movement, other than those lips forming a firm ‘O’ around my erection. And even though I would learn with the passage of time that this was the offering of a beginner, nowhere near a full blowjob, it was sufficient for my impassioned state, as, within seconds I knew my body was going to let me down, felt my scrotum evacuate and the force of it engorging my penis.

“Linda!” I gasped, my hand on her forehead to withdraw her. All too late. Too much excitement, too little warning. I spurted before she could release me and she gave a little grunt as she drew back and I saw the whiteness trailing from her lips, before another spurt from my now freed penis sent a line of cum across her face.

I wanted the ground to swallow me. I reached for a napkin, seeing her mouth and tongue reacting to an unwelcome taste, and dripping whiteness. Her eyes blinked at me in surprise as I dabbed at her streaked face.

She sat up and picked up a tissue herself and wiped it around her mouth, spitting into it.

“I’m so sorry, Linda–I haven’t—“

“Funny taste,” she said at first but then, as we cleaned her up she asked, “I’ve ümraniye escort only read about it. Was it good for you?”

I held her close, “Would have been if I’d had the strength. It’s embarrassing.”

“Don’t worry about it. Practice makes perfect.” Realising that there wasn’t going to be any time for practice, her lip puckered and she began to cry.

We lay there in a pathetic huddle until the light began to fade. We kissed desperately at her front door and agreed to write regularly. “Not emails—real letters,” she insisted, and I agreed.

Over my first year in university I received four letters from her, all loving, all full of enthusiasm for her new home town and life there. The fifth letter was to tell me she was going out with someone, nothing serious. There was a long wait before her sixth letter arrived telling me she was engaged.

It hurt, and I went out and very deliberately stopped being a virgin—a girl with generous breasts and more than generous thighs. I didn’t write back, but along with my studies I plunged into as many willing girls as time would allow. Honing my education on two fronts, I told myself.

Two cups of latte were placed on the table as I watched Linda coming up the beach. In jeans and a white blouse she looked every bit as delectable as she had in the bikini. She moved with an easy, sensuous grace, and just watching the way the breeze played with her blond hair, and pressed her white blouse tight across her breasts created a familiar swelling in my pants.

“Amazing us meeting like this. I’m so glad to see you again,” The look in her azure blue eyes and the way she smiled at me as she sat down told me she meant it.

“You’ve changed,” I told her.

Her head tilted questioningly, “Oh, yes?”

“You’re even more attractive.” How pathetic was that?

She laughed delightedly,” Flatterer!”

“Are you home for good?”

Again her face darkened, “You never wrote back.”

Was that relevant? “I took it that I’d lost you.” I told her.

She said nothing, sipped her latte and stared out of the window. I could only sit there, absorbing the look of her, and asking myself where I wanted this chance meeting to take us. Stupid question. I knew exactly where I wanted it to take us.

At last she spoke, her face still averted from mine, “He was the son of a newspaper owner.”

“Very rich, then,” I said, and my face must have shown my distaste. “Money men have it all. “

“That’s unkind, Chris.”

I told her why I had that attitude.

Her eyebrows raised, but I couldn’t read the expression on her face, “Oh, I—well I thought you were in a solid relationship.”

“So did I,” I said, with exaggerated grumpiness, and we both laughed. It was good to be able to laugh about it. But it was better because it was with Linda.

“Anyway, I married him.”

“Before you reached twenty one?”

For just moment she looked puzzled, then the light came on, and she laughed, “Oh, that. So childish. Those first months I wished that we had—-” She stopped and she blushed. A charming vision.

I said nothing and our eyes held for a moment, before she looked away,

” Anyway, I encountered a lavish lifestyle.”

“Encountered? You make it sound like a battle.”

“That’s what it became. I was fairly happy at first. Not totally fulfilled.”

Again her eyes raised to mine before she went on, “Slowly I began to realise that I wasn’t the only pebble on his beach. There were other women—Practicing he was, and God knows he needed the practice.”

“Makes perfect,” I put in.

It took her only a moment to recall the significance of that, “Ah, yes.” Her lower lip trembled, “I found there had been countless other women. None of them came back for more, which didn’t surprise me. I got a very generous divorce settlement. I loved America, but feared somehow there might be some attempt at payback for the generous settlement. So I came home just over a year ago. Bought myself a cosy flat. Not far from here.” And she pointed vaguely up towards the promenade.

I looked at my watch. It was nearly half past two and I remembered I had a meeting at three, with a client.

I told Linda and, fingers crossed, asked, “Could we have dinner one night?”

Her face lit up, “I’d like that.”

A gentle kiss on the cheek, an arrangement for the following night and we parted. Her odour of lavender lingered with me as I walked back to my car to drive into town.

Life had suddenly taken on an unexpected glow, but I knew that caution was needed. In spite of the physical surging I felt deep down, something else, something warmer I couldn’t define, was bothering me. I was aware of the dangers of taking things for granted.

A warm evening. Dinner in a top restaurant with a beautiful blonde lady stunningly dressed in a dark blue dress with single straps that showed off her tantalising tanned shoulders and just a promise of cleavage. Add to that the warmest smile from full lips, and blue eyes that lit escort kartal up her face, and I was the most comforted man in that restaurant.

We ate steaks and lobster and talked restrained small talk. I learned how riches can turn sour, how she’d recently taken a job part-time for an estate agent, but didn’t really need to, given her settlement. I told her some things about my time with Rita, about my work, how my pastimes of books and films hadn’t changed.

Her eyes fixed firmly on mine as she asked, “Do you miss her?”

I was surprised how prompt my reply was, ” Not as much as I thought I would.”

Was her nod one of satisfaction?

Meal over, I offered her a lift home. At first she refused, saying it was out of my way.

“Not at all. Just a couple of miles beyond where I live.”

Reluctantly, she agreed, but when we reached the block of luxury flats she asked if I’d like a coffee.

Her eyes held mine and I reached for her hand and squeezed it.

“I appreciate the offer, Linda. But perhaps we run the risk of moving too fast” You bloody idiot, I told myself, but still managed to feel very noble.

She gave me a half smile, “I’m so glad you said that.” And she leaned towards me, lips slightly parted. “It is too soon.”

I’m sure that for both of us the intention was a gentle good night kiss, but the moment our lips met we were clinging together the way we had on that last day so many years ago. Our mouths ate at each other, tongues intertwined, completely electrifying. My hand roamed on the softness of one breast.

Was it me who broke away? Or did she? I don’t know. We were both staring hungrily at each other, as her hand reached for the door handle.

“Tomorrow night?” I said, almost breathless.

“Please,” she said and was out of the car.

As she reached her front door I wound down my window and called, “I’ll bet the coffee would have been very hot.”

She giggled and called back, “But sweet and frothy.” Then she was gone.

I drove home in a daze. The chance had clearly been there. But was that all that I wanted from her—a quick fling? I knew in my heart it certainly was not, and we were right to play it this way.

It took three more dinner dates, with warm passionate yet frustrating farewells, before we reached that special night.

We hadn’t made any arrangement that this would be the right time, but I felt from the moment she came swaying down the steps from her front door, that there was a subtle difference. I feasted my eyes on her erotic movements in a pale green clinging dress. I had to warn myself not to read too much into what I was feeling. She kissed my cheek as she climbed into the car.

In the restaurant our eyes met more frequently that normal. Our hands touched across the table. We laughed more freely, not caring that heads turned. We were absorbed in each other. I found something erotic in watching her eat. Her lips parting to take a forkful of steak. The gentle movement of her jaw as she chewed. The sensuality of seeing her tongue flicking out along her lips to capture stray food.

As the waiter cleared our table he asked if we wanted coffee. She glanced at me and started to giggle before saying, “Not tonight, thank you.”

Driving her home, I felt her hand touch my thigh. “You’ll make me drive into a tree,” I warned her and she laughed.

As I applied the handbrake at her front door she leaned towards me, “What about that coffee?”

I looked at her. Her eyes were clouded, her lips moist.

“A good idea,” I said, and got out of the car and opened the passenger door for her..

In the lift, going up to her floor we kissed with exaggerated coolness, hand in hand.

At the door of her flat, as she typed in numbers, she said, with a strange huskiness in her voice, “In films when a lady asks a man in for coffee–” She pushed the door open, “–they spend time slowly building up to—“

She didn’t finish. Just pushed the door closed and came into my arms. I had been almost holding my breath with pent up passion, and as our lips met and our tongues meshed, I began pulling at the straps of her dress and felt her hands fumbling at my belt.

We stood there like wild animals, clawing at each other. Her dress fell on the floor. I managed to shrug out of my lightweight jacket, as she pushed my trousers down and clutched at my now rampant penis. But our hands didn’t know where to settle. I unhooked her bra and reached for her breasts, but we were too tightly locked. So I gripped her wonderful tight buttocks, tracing the valley there before trying to squeeze my hand between us to feel the hot furry moistness between her legs. Then I gripped at her panties and frantically pulled them downwards.

She had run her hands up my back, inside my shirt, started to unbutton the shirt then suddenly switched back to my lower half, tugging at my boxer shorts. Almost in a weird dance, in unison, we wriggled our lower garments to the floor and my erection pressed against her belly.

Her hand squeezed between us to grab me, I automatically bent at the knees, she came up onto her toes wrapping one leg behind me. As she guided my penis between her legs, I straightened up and found myself instantly, magically, thrusting deep into her hot, wet, channel


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“Use a traffic light system”: The 5 essential steps to trying bondage in the bedroom.

Everybody’s talking about Netflix’s new erotic film 365 DNI, or 365 Days.

In case you missed it, the Polish drama tells the story of Don Massimo Torricelli, a Sicilian mafia boss who falls for a girl he sees on a beach, called Laura Biel. So far so cliche, but then he decides to (and this is where it gets problematic), kidnap her and give her 365 days to fall in love with him.

It’s 50 Shades of Grey, but darker. And more controversial, thanks to its more blatant themes of sexual manipulation and stockholm syndrome, which has many who might not be familiar with erotic plotlines horrified.

So, let's talk about fantasy and reality and boundaries. Voyeurism, rough sex and BDSM fantasies can be healthy as long as boundaries are really clear. All partners must enthusiastically consent to being part of the fantasy and any acts you're doing.

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Here's how to ensure that happens.

Step one: In a safe, no-pressure environment - where you both have your clothes on and you're in a neutral space - talk about what you'd like to do.

Ensure you can answer honestly and talk about what you do and don't want to do. Discuss any previous experience you have with BDSM -  is it your partner's first time? What are their likes and dislikes? Some of the most extreme masochists don't like their nipples being gently squeezed while others will hang weights off them.

Step two: Ensure everyone knows that at any time consent can be withdrawn.

Check in regularly - are you still enjoying this? Are you OK? Look at body language. If someone doesn't answer, stop - ensure everything is OK.

Use a traffic light system. Red: Stop. Orange: Slow down. Green: Go. Safe words can also be used but a traffic light system allows more feedback.

Step three: Use the right equipment and practice safe sex. Don't use string or anything that isn't designed for BDSM. (Consider going to a sex store, or ordering what you want online - you and your partner could even do this together to create some excitement ahead of the experience.)

Step four: Consent. Consent. Consent!

At every stage, check in. Is everyone feeling safe? Is everyone enjoying themselves? Enthusiastic consent is hot!

Always remember: It's OK to stop. What looks amazing in a film might not feel hot for you in real life. It's OK to say "actually, I don't want this". It might sound silly but practice saying that to your partner before you try anything.

Step five: A hugely important component of BDSM and related fantasies that often isn’t shown in movies and shows is aftercare.

Aftercare is the time spent after participating in BDSM, where both partners check in with each other and make sure everything is okay.

Listen to Overshare, the podcast you really shouldn't be listening to. Just like the best group chat with your mates, Overshare is a bit smart, a bit dumb and a bit taboo. Post continues below.

When I began my journey into the adult toy world, I knew only a little about vibrators and dildos. Now I know a lot, but the most important thing I know is that there’s absolutely no shame in seeking pleasure.

Everybody has the right to a happy and healthy sex life. Everyone deserves it. It’s empowering to listen to your desires, feel them and act on them in a healthy way. As long as consent is at the heart of your play, it’s a wonderful way to enjoy your body and your partner.

So have fun, I say. Grab some props and get started.

Emma Hewitt is a sex expert with Adult Toy Mega Store. Her podcast  Electro Rodeo celebrates sexuality, sex toys and healthy sex lives.